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Daechwita/ 1

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 9.5k

Includes- fluff, Daechwita practice Yoongi, oral, blow job, deepthroating, throat fucking, pussy eating, cum eating, riding, multiple orgasms

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Part 2

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Yoongi POV

The phone rings in my ear while I wait for her to pick up

It's early, 9 am

She loves sleep and she's a late sleeper

I hope she won't get mad at me for calling her so early

I'm looking at the sword I bought and I'm excited to use it

I just want her there with me

"Naekkeo!", she picks up, sounding happy, "Hi"

I can't help but smile

She's so adorable

"Hi jagi"

"What's up baby?"

I don't know why but I'm nervous about asking her to come with me to practice

I think it's because this time it's just going to be me

"Are you working today jagi?"

"Nope. Not today"

"Oh ok"

"Why naekkeo?"

"I uh, I have to go to practice and I wanted to know if you uh wanted to come? With me?"

I like when she comes to practice

I feel like I can do the choreography better with her there

And I love looking at her when we're dancing

It's so easier to act sexy when I'm looking at her

"Yeah baby! Of course I'll come. I love watching you dance"

"Ok jagi. Thanks"

"Yeah naekkeo. You want me to come get you?"

I think for a second

I wanna surprise her with the sword but I can hide it in a bag

"Yeah jagiya, if you want"

"Of course I want to Yoongi. I'm gonna get ready and I'll text you when I'm leaving ok?"

"Yeah jagi. Thanks"

"Sure Yoongi. See you soon"

"Ok bye jagi"

"Bye baby"

I hang up the phone and sit on my bed to wait for her

I'm so lucky I found her

She's my first serious girlfriend

I've dated other idols, a few makeup artists, all secretly of course, but it never last more than a month or two

Everyone wants to be with an idol until the realize what it entails and how limited our time really is

I basically gave up

The other guys were able to find girls who genuinely love them and want to be with them

And yeah, I was jealous but I got over it

I figured I'd find someone eventually

And I found the perfect girl

We met eight months ago when we did a fan meet

She was a staff member at the venue guiding us where to go and calling the ARMYS row by row

The second I saw her my mouth dropped

She is fucking gorgeous

Big deep dark brown eyes, beautiful smile, bright orange hair at the time

She's short and small, perfect for holding tightly and cuddling

And I had no clue that I liked tattoos and piercings on girls

She has a lot of small tattoos on her body except for one big one on her inner arm and the one on her back

She has what she said are dermal piercings, which I'm still not too sure what they are

But she has one by her right eye, two in each side of her collarbones, two in each side of her hips and three on the back of her neck

And they're fucking hot

My favorite tattoo on her is one she got a few months ago

I was on tour and she was missing me, so she got some lyrics from my song "So far away"

I was so surprised and I felt so honored that she got my lyrics tattooed on her

Everything about it is beautiful from the font to the decorations in the back ground

When I first saw her, I wanted to talk to her but I was scared and I was working myself up to approach her the entire fan meet

When the fan meet was done, she led us back to the dressing rooms, smiled at us, then turned to leave

I didn't want to let her get away so I stopped her and spoke to her for a few minutes

I don't know how I did it but we exchanged numbers

We talked for a month and hung out as friends a few times when I actually had free time

That last time we had hung out, I told her that I liked her a lot and asked her on a date

I remember I felt like I was going to piss my pants, that's how nervous I was

She agreed, I was able to secretly go out with her and from then we've been together

She is the perfect girl for me, it's like she was made just for me

She deals with my time consuming schedule and she never complains

Ever

If I have to cancel on her she just tells me it's ok and she'll see me when I can

She never gets mad

Even some of the guys girlfriend's still get mad occasionally, but not her

And she's understanding about keeping our relationship a secret from the public

She's always supportive, understanding and willing to help me with music and lyrics if I ask

She'll come with me to my studio and just stay with me while I work on music

She always excited to go to things like shoots, performances, practices, recordings

She's sweet and kind and so funny

She always makes me comfortable around her and she gives me just the right amount affection that would of been fine for me before her

But not any more

I find myself always wanting to touch her, always wanting to be more affectionate

But I stop myself because I don't know how much she's comfortable with

And honestly I've been more and more nervous around her

The reason is because I love her and I haven't told her yet

I'm terrified too

We've been together for seven months and I'm not sure if it's too soon to say it

But fuck, I fell in love so fast

By the second month together I knew

She's everything I could want and so much more

I'm just scared that I'm not good enough for her

I try to be there as much as I can but it's no where near as much as she's there for me

I know she's the one, the girl I want to spend my whole life with but I'm terrified I'm not that for her

I'm scared to lose her and I'm worried that if I tell her I love her that will happen

And she's younger than me

She's 23, what if she's not ready for everything to be serious?

I don't know what to do

My phone buzzes and I look at the text

"I'm here naekkeo!"

I smile as I text her, "Ok I'll be right there"

She sends me a thumbs up sign

Getting up, I grab a gym bag put the sword in with other clothes to hide it

Then I head for the door

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J POV

Scrolling through Instagram, I sit in my car waiting for Yoongi to come out of the dorm

I hear a door close and I look up, seeing him walk to my car

Fuck me, he's fucking perfect

I still can't believe that Min, Yoongi is my boyfriend

I was just happy to see him in person when BTS came to my venue for their fan meet

I'm a huge ARMY but I managed to be calm around them

As staff we're not supposed to really interact with the idols

We're supposed to answer questions, direct them to bathroom or other rooms and guide them to where the fan meets are

So when he stopped me to talk to me I was over the moon

And when he asked for my number I almost died

I was so nervous hanging out with him but after the first few minutes I relaxed

He made me feel comfortable and he's just a genuinely amazing person

When he asked me out, I almost shit my pants

I was caught totally off guard but I immediately said yes

And we've had an amazing seven months together

At first I was really confused about why he'd pick me out of all the girls in the world but really soon into our relationship I stopped worrying about it

It's just the way he is, how he shows me his feelings for me are genuine

He talks to me everyday as much as he can and he tries to spend as much time with me as he can

Always asking me to go to practice with him, photo shoots, music video shoots, his studio

He comes to my apartment as much as he can

Yeah he cancels sometimes and other times he's really busy but I knew this when I agreed to be with him

And honestly it doesn't bother me

I know he's busy but he always makes up for it which I told him he doesn't have to do

If he can't see me because of his job then I'm not going to make him feel bad about it

It's not something he can control

I just love being with him so anytime we have together is special

"Hi naekkeo!", I smile when he opens the door and gets in the passenger seat

"Hi jagi", he smiles back

That's another thing that surprised me about him

How he automatically started calling me jagi

He's famous for saying he'd never call his girlfriend any couple names

He said he'd call them "hey you" but not with me

And he's a lot more affectionate than he said he'd be in other interviews

He has no problem holding my hand, hugging me, touching me, kissing me around the people who know we're together

Which are good surprises and I love it

He moves closer to me and I lean to him, our lips meeting in a soft kiss

Shiver run up my spine from his kiss

His kisses are amazing and I can never get enough

He smiles at me when we pull away and runs his fingers in my hair

It feels so good and I love when he does it when we nap because it puts me to sleep right away

I can't help but stare at him

His smile is so fucking beautiful and intoxicating

Its so hard to tear my eyes away from it

"You ok jagi?"

I snap out of it and smile

"Yeah baby. Here I got you coffee and food"

I hand him the coffee and bag

I stopped at Starbucks on the way and got his favorites

"Thank jagi. You're the best"

"Sure naekkeo. No problem. Ready?"

He nods, taking a bite of food

My god he's adorable

Turning my attention back to my car, I step on the clutch, put the e-break down and the car in first gear

I start driving, switching gears, heading for BigHit

Yoongi is quiet next to me and I glance over at him

He's watching me drive and biting his lip

Fuck me, his habit of biting his lip is my favorite

It's so fucking hot and turns me on so much

It's funny because I bite my lip a lot too and he says it's his favorite habit of mine

I've never noticed I did it until one day when we were at his studio and he told me to cut it out or he's going to have to fuck me right there

Needless to say I didn't stop and we ended up having sex for a long time

But I'm driving now and I can't fuck him

Bummer

Maybe later though

"Uh you ok baby?", I ask

"Yeah. Uh...it's just...."

"Just what? What's wrong?"

"You're just fucking sexy when you drive stick shift"

I laugh, "Really baby?"

"Fuck yeah. Not a lot of girls can drive stick shift and I'm glad my girl can"

Jesus

He always knows what to say to make me feel good

"Thanks baby but I'm not as hot as you are when you drive my car"

"Yeah right jagi"

"I am right. I'm glad you agree"

He laughs hard and the sound is music to my ears

He's so cute when he laughs like that

It's great to see him that happy

"Maybe you can drive my car back?", I ask

"Uh if you want me too. I'm still not that good at it"

I know

I'm teaching him to drive my car, a Subaru WRX, but he's been so busy so he hasn't had time to practice

"Of course I want you to baby. You need to start practicing again"

He nods, "Ok jagi"

A few minutes later, I pull into the parking lot, park the car and we get out

He immediately comes over to me and takes my hand, leading me to the building door

I'm a surprised he's holding my hand

He usually waits until we're in the building to show any affection

That way it looks like I'm a staff member driving one of the BTS members around

You never know when the media is around

He holds the door open for me so I can walk inside

I stand to the side, waiting for him to come in

He puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him as we walk

I love the small touches he gives me, the little affection that I'm not sure he even knows he's doing

I love everything he does

I just love him

So much

I've never been in love before but Yoongi was so easy to fall for

And he's so easy to love

He's just the best person I've ever met

But I'm too scared to tell him

I don't know if he loves me and I don't want to hear if he doesn't

I don't know if he considers this relationship serious or not

So I decided to push the feelings away and just enjoy every second I can spend with him

We go inside the practice room and I notice that we're the only ones here

I follow him to the table where he puts his bag and the rest of his coffee down

"Uh where are the guys?"

"Oh they're not here."

I'm confused

"You said we're going to practice?"

He nods, "Yeah jagi. It's practice just for me."

I still don't understand

He's good at dancing and he picks up the choreography quick

Why would he need an extra or private lesson?

"I don't get it", I say

"Jo remember last week when you listened to D2?"

I nod

I remember

I was so excited when he told me he finished his mixtape and he wanted me to be the first one to listen to it

And it's amazing

All the songs are incredible, the lyrics, the music, just everything is top notch, perfect

But that's how Yoongi works

Everything he does is incredible

"So I uh picked the title song"

"Ok which one?"

"Daechwita"

"I love that song. Well I love all of them. But I love that song!", I exclaim

He laughs, looking at me, "You're so cute jagi"

I shrug, "I try"

"You don't have to try Jo, you just are"

I just smile at him

"So I'm going to shoot the music video and the director thought it'd be cool if I do a sword dance"

"A sword dance? Like you waving a sword around"

He nods, "Yeah kinda. I'm not too sure what it entails but this practice is to teach me the dance and let me practice"

"Huh. That's so cool baby"

That's amazing

I'm so glad he asked me to come

I know it's going to be so hot to see him with a sword and I can oogle him the whole time

"You think?"

"Of course Yoongi. And I know you're going to be so good at it."

"I hope so"

I snort, "Of course you're going to be amazing. Everything you do is amazing"

He looks shocked at my words

I don't know why

I'm telling the truth

"You....you really believe that?"

I tilt my head, wondering why he's asking that

I tell him all the time he's amazing and I'm proud of him

"Yeah baby. Of course I believe that"

He pulls me close to him in a tight hug

Laying my head against his chest, I hold on to him tightly too

"Thanks Jo"

"There's nothing to thank Yoongi. You're the best"

We stand, hugging each other for a few minutes before we pull away

I love being in his arms but he has to practice so I reluctantly let him go

"What sword are you going to use baby?"

He opens the bag he brought with him and pulls out a sword in a scabbard

My eyes widen

He had that in there?

He pulls the sword out and I gape

It's a hwando

"Holy shit Yoongi"

He smiles, "Yeah I bought it. A master craftsman made it"

"That is so fucking cool!"

Goddamn my boyfriend is such a bad ass

He laughs, "You wanna hold it?"

"Can I?", I gasp

"Of course jagi"

He hands me the hwando and I just gape at it

This is so dope

My boyfriend is so cool

I can't wait to see him swing this around

It's gonna be so hot and I'm so ready for it

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Yoongi POV

I can't help but laugh at her holding the hwando

Her mouth is open wide and she holds it up, looking at the blade

She's so supportive

I'm really floored that she thinks I'm amazing at everything

She really believes that and it makes me feel more confident

The way she looks at me sometimes, like I'm everything, blows my mind

With her by my side I can do anything

"When are you shooting the video?", she asks

"Thursday and Friday. I have today and tomorrow to practice"

"Wow so soon?"

I nod

I'm going to have to spend all day today practicing

I'm not delusional to expect her to stay all day but having her here for a little while is better than her not being here at all

"Jagi, I uh wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me for the rest of the week?"

"To practice and the shoot?"

I nod

She bites her lip, thinking

That habit drives me insane and I'm trying so hard not to get hard

I can't dance with a hard on

"I'm supposed to work the rest of the week baby"

"Oh", I say, a little disappointed

"I wish you would of told me sooner baby. Then I could of taken personal days and still get paid"

I should of asked sooner

I found out about the shoot over the weekend

I should of said something before

Now she can't come because if she doesn't she won't get paid

That's another thing about her

She won't take any money from me

She won't let me help pay for her bills or her rent or her phone

She doesn't let me buy her stuff and if I do she's appreciative but she scolds me

She doesn't want me spending my money on her

That's how I know she really cares about me

Not the money I have, not the fame, she wants me

That's always a fear when idols date

I knew the guys were afraid of that and I was a little bit but she showed me quickly that she doesn't want my money

I remember that day

We were in my studio

I was working on music and she was on her tablet

I took a break and sat with her, looking over at what she was doing

She was on amazon, adding things to her cart and telling me what she was buying

It came out to a lot and I told her I was going to pay for it

"Uh no you're not baby"

"Yeah jagi. I want to"

She shook her head, "No naekkeo. I have my own money. I don't need yours"

Needless to say I was speechless

She put her tablet down and faced me

"Naekkeo, I want you to know that I don't care about your money ok? I work and I have my own. I don't expect or want you to pay for things for me ok? Your money doesn't mean anything to me. It's you I want"

That blew my mind and she's been proving that to me all the time, without knowing it

Like today when she bought me Starbucks

She buys me stuff and spends her money on me instead of the other way around

When I tell her to stop, she just smiles, says ok and does it again

So we kinda have a thing where we buy each other things, scold each other and do it all over again

I don't care how expensive things are but I know she doesn't like it, so the things I buy her are things she can afford too

I save the big expensive things for special occasions

I want to tell her I'll give her money for what she would have made but I know she'll never agree to it

I guess I have to do the shoot without her

It's my own fault

I should of said something sooner

"But I'll just call in sick for the next three days", she says, taking out her cell phone

"Do uh, do you have anymore days left?"

She may not have any sick days left because she's called out for me to come to shows or events

The concept of sick days, personal days and vacations are so foreign to me

There's none of that for me

So she had to explain all that the first day she took a personal day for me

Ever since then I'd try my best to tell her in advance if I'd want her to come to something

"No but it's ok baby. Don't worry about it", she answers, putting her phone to her ear

"Jagi-"

"Shhhh", she smiles, then turns away from me while she talks on the phone

I finish my coffee and throw away the cup, waiting for her

"Thanks", she says, then she comes over to me, "All good Yoongi."

I hug her, "You're the best Jo"

I mean that one hundred percent

She does everything for me, always does everything she can to make me happy

I lucked out with her and I fucking know this

"Thank you jagi"

"Of course Yoongi. I'd do anything for you"

I kiss her forehead, looking down at her

"You know I'd do anything for you too right Jo?"

"Yeah Yoongi. I know baby", she says softly

Good

I'm glad she knows

I'd move the world for her, she is my everything

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J POV

A few more people come inside the room and Yoongi and I step away from each other

A man comes over to Yoongi and starts talking to him

I start to move away, planning to go sit on one of the chairs but Yoongi's hand shoots out and grabs mine

He keeps talking to the man but he laces his fingers with mine and pulls me to his side

I squeeze his hand to let him know I'm there

"So it won't be a long dance?", Yoongi is asking

"No but it's a lot of movement and swinging the sword"

Shit

That might hurt his shoulder

I'll just give him a massage later to help him feel better

"Who is this?", the guy asks, smiling

"My girlfriend. Joanne", Yoongi answers proudly

"Hi", he says

"Hi"

"Here to support your boyfriend?"

I nod, "Of course"

"That's really nice. Support is always good"

Yes it is

I'll always support Yoongi in anything he does

The door to the practice room opens and a camera crew comes in

I look at Yoongi confused

"They're filming this for a Bangtan Bomb", he tells me

I didn't know that

It's fine, I'm going to be out of the way anyway so I won't be filmed

"Ready Yoongi?", the instructor calls

"Yes"

Turning to me Yoongi says, "Where are you going to sit jagi?"

Looking around the room, I point to a spot across the room

"There. I can see you and be out of the way"

"Ok baby, I'll get you a chair"

I stop him, "It's ok baby, I'll just sit on the floor"

"But-"

"Shh, it's ok", I smile reassuringly

"Uh ok"

He leans down, giving me a soft kiss, then I go to my spot and sit

The instructor tells Yoongi to swing the sword around to get a feel of it

I get comfortable, watching my baby

He's so fucking beautiful, I can't handle it sometimes

I just can't believe that someone like him wants me

It's crazy but I'm not going to question it

I'm just always ridiculously happy all the time since we got together

He makes everything better

The instructor starts showing Yoongi some moves and Yoongi copies

"Pose like this and swing the sword up", the instructor instructs

"Like this?", Yoongi asks

"Yes bring it up and turn. Like this"

Yoongi follows what the instructor does

"Yeah, swing the back of the sword while pulling it back"

I watch Yoongi practice each part with the instructor telling him what to do

"Turn"

"Like this"

Yoongi does a turn and jump, swiping the sword in front of him and my mouth drops open

He learned that so fast

And he's so fucking hot doing it

He practices that move a few times and I can't take my eyes off him

Yoongi starts another move

He swipes the sword in front of him, then thrust the sword out, going on one leg and putting his other hand out

"Right. Stretch it out", the instructor says and Yoongi stretched his arm

"Then move it in front of you and back up"

He swings the sword in front of him, turns and swings it again

Then he faces away with his back to the instructor, bringing the sword against his neck and shoulders, running his hand down the blade as he does

Jesus christ, that's fucking sexy

I'm getting so turned on watching this

I need to stop

I can't be horny now

But he's just everything

The instructor talks to him more, while he leans the sword against his shoulder

Yoongi nods and speaks to the instructor

"Try again. Let me see"

Yoongi gets back to position and swings the sword up and around

"Not like that", the instructor says

He demonstrates and says, "Like this"

Yoongi nods, then does the move again

And again and again

Over and over until he does it perfectly

He's such a hard worker and it's amazing to watch him

"Put your right foot forward"

Yoongi follows the instructions and the instructor says, "Good then swipe"

He swipes the sword

"Good, let's back it up a little"

Yoongi is holding the sword out and he smiles as he scoots back

It's fucking adorable

Yoongi keeps practicing, swinging, swiping, trying to make it look like he was slicing the sword

I can see him get frustrated, looking over at me when he gets that way

I smile at him and nod encouragingly, giving him thumbs up and blowing him kisses

He smiles when he sees me doing these things and I think it focuses him and he keeps practicing

"You'll get used to it", the instructor says

They keep working over and over

It's amazing how he's not ready to stop

His endurance is crazy

"Bring it up diagonally, turn and bring it back"

Yoongi does what he says

"Good, take a break for a second. I want to show you something"

Yoongi, jogs over to the video camera and the instructor shows him something, talking to him

Yoongi nods, then puts the sword down

He pushes his hair back and fuck me, it's so sexy

When he showed up at my apartment with black hair and an undercut, I almost passed out

He's every girl's dream and I get him

I know so many girls are going to have a heart attack when they watch this Bangtan bomb

I'm having a heart attack sitting here and watching him

Yoongi asks the instructor something and he nods

Yoongi nods too then starts coming over to me

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Yoongi POV

I walk over to her, wondering what she's going to say about the practice so far

She stands up when I get closer and comes straight into my arms

"Naekkeo you did so good!", she squeals

"You think jagi? I messed up a lot"

She pulls away looking at me in disbelief

"Are you crazy? Of course you did good baby. Yeah you messed up but you kept practicing the move over and over until you got it perfectly."

I feel relieved that she thinks I did good

I tried to do good for her and I kinda wanted to show off

Maybe I can later

"And....", she trails off

I knew I messed up something

"And what jagi?"

"And...uh...fuck Yoongi you were so hot."

I raise my eyebrow at her, smirking

"Oh yeah baby?"

She nods, "Yeah Yoongi. You were fucking turning me on."

Oh shit yes!

This is what I wanted

I kept glancing over at her while I was practicing and almost every time she was biting her fucking lip, her eyes on me

"Yeah jagi?'

She nods

"Well jagi, everytime I looked at you you were biting that fucking lip", I growl, running my thumb on her bottom lip, "And you know what that fucking does to me"

Now she smirks at me, "No baby, I don't know"

She wants to play that game?

I can play it too

"You know baby, it's so hard to swing a sword when your fucking hard as a rock because you're girlfriend is so fucking hot and doing the one thing that drives you crazy"

She snorts, "Right baby because it's so easy to sit in soaked panties because your boyfriend is fucking swinging a sword around and is so sexy while he does it."

Fuck me, her panties are soaked?

God I want her so much

She looks right at me and bites her lip again

That's fucking it

I take her hand and drag her out of the room

We walk down the hall to an empty dressing room

"Get inside now", I demand

She smirks, biting her lip as she walks in

Fuck

I follow her in, close and lock the door, then grab her and shove her against the wall

“Bite your lip once more, I fucking dare you”, I growl

She lifts her eyes to me, raising one eyebrow

Then she pulls her lip to her mouth and bites

I immediately crash my lips to hers

Her tongue goes right into my mouth, her hands already pulling down my pants and boxers

"Excited baby girl?", I whisper in her ear, unzipping her jacket, shoving it off her

"Aren't you?", she asks, pulling my shirt up and off

"Excited for you? Always jagi", I answer

She smiles, then looks in my eyes as she slowly kneels down

She moves her hands up my legs, her lips on my lower stomach

I shiver from her kisses

They always feel good

She moves lower and lower, then I feel her tongue lick along my cock

"Fuck", I moan

She gets to my head, taking it in her mouth and sucking gently on me

Pleasure slaps my body hard and I can't stop them moans that comes out

"Good boy", she whispers, then takes more of me in, going half way

She moves her head back and forth, sucking and licking all over

I can't fucking think from the pleasure

"More baby, more", I beg

I want to be all in

She can do it and it doesn't bother her

But she likes to tease me, make me beg for it

And fuck it, I'll do it, no problem

"More what baby?", she asks then sucks on me again

"Fuck...pppp....please baby, I wanna go all inside your mouth. Please jagi"

She doesn't say anything, just moves forward more, getting me all in

I feel my cock hit the back of her throat and slide down more

"Oh God", I whimper

She starts sucking and moving back and forth again, the pleasure so intense

My cock keeps hitting the back of her throat, going in more every time she moves forward

Her throat is so fucking tight, I love it

"Swallow baby"

She listens and swallows on my cock

Her throat squeezes my cock so tightly, I gasp from how good it feels

She keeps her hands on my hips, holding me all in her throat swallowing over and over and over

She's driving me fucking insane

The next swallow, I thrust inside as much as I can

Which isn't much since she's holding me in

"Please baby, cccc...can I-"

She nods and moves back halfway

She keeps her mouth open and looks up at me

Goddamn she looks so fucking good on her knees, my cock in her mouth

She wants to please me and I can't wrap my head around that

She doesn't care about herself, she just wants me to feel good

I slide my fingers in her hair and she nods at me

I thrust in her mouth, going down her throat hard

And she just moans

Fucking hell, it always blows my mind that she likes this

I move faster, fucking her mouth while she swallows on me at the same time

It feels too fucking good and I'm done

"Fuck Joanne baby", I yell, holding her against me, all in as I cum down her throat

She swallows more and more, making my orgasm last longer

When I finish, she moves back but I feel her tongue on my head

I know what she's doing because she does this every time

She's licking the cum that's leaking

She loves my cum, telling me that all the time

It's fine because I love hers too

I can eat her out for hours

I kinda got her used to it and multiple orgasms from both oral and sex

So she can go a long time without being overstimulated

She can wear me out sometimes and I can last awhile

But I think it's more that were both so into each other

My sex drive hasn't been as high as it's been the entire time I've been with her

I just want her all the time

And since I'm so busy and can't spend all the time I want to with her, when we do see each other all we do is have sex

It sex, then nap, then sex, then eat or sometimes sex while we eat, then shower sex, then watching TV or a movie and having sex.

Multiple times a day

And the fact that her sex drive matches mine?

It's fucking heaven

Her licking is getting me hard again

"Jagi", I call, making her look up at me

I help her stand up and move her hair back, kissing her neck

"Yoongi", she sighs

I move my hand to her shirt, unbuttoning it slowly

When I get it open, I move down her neck, kissing her anywhere I can

She has on this tiny, hot see through lace bralette I think it's called

Whatever it is it looks so good on her

My lips land on one of her collarbone piercing

Fuck I love this

Running my tongue over it, I lick it, then suck on it

"Yoongi fuck"

I smile against her skin

Pushing the shirt off her, she lets it fall to the floor

Now I get on my knees, kissing her stomach, licking and sucking on her hip piercings leaving more hickies, while I undo her jeans

Pulling her jeans down, I take off her shoes and get her jeans off

Moving my hand I touch her through her panties

And fuck, she was right

She's drenched

And I'm fucking proud

Her panties are cute but they're in my way

I keep kissing her lower, "You're panties are pretty baby but they need to come off. Now"

"Fuck", she whimpers, while I pull them down and off

I pull her leg up, over my shoulder and fucking hell, she's so fucking wet, it's all over her thigh and running down her legs

Running my tongue on her inner thighs, I lick everything off her

God she tastes so fucking good

When I'm done, I slowly lick up her pussy

I feel her tremble against me, a soft moan coming from her

I fucking love her little sounds she makes

They turn me on so much

And I love when she screams, when she loses it, when she gives me control of her body

It's fucking everything

Every lick, I move my tongue a little faster, press a little harder on her

She gets so fucking drenched, it running on my face

I love it so much

Her hand slides right into my hair, grabbing hard and holding on

I know she loves my hair like this

An undercut is her favorite haircut on me

And blonde, mint and black are her favorite colors on me

When I came to her apartment the first time I changed it to this, I saw the way she looked at me

And man, she fucked me good the whole night

I swirl my tongue faster, sliding it in and out of her pussy

"Yes Yoongi", she moans

She's close

I know her body so well

The next slide inside makes her shake and pull my hair hard as she cums on my tongue

Her pussy clenches my tongue inside her and it sends shivers down my spine

I fucking love it so much

Swallowing her cum, I moan from how good she tastes

I almost couldn't believe it when I ate her out for the first time

I couldn't believe she was that good

But she is and she's my favorite thing to eat

Her leg is shaking and she's sliding down the wall

"No baby", I say, straightening her leg she's standing on, "I'm not done with you yet"

"Fuck Yoongi"

"You know you want more baby girl"

"Yes fuck yes"

"Good girl"

Immediately I suck her clit into my mouth, playing with it

"Fuck!", she yells

I know her favorite spots and sucking on her clit makes her cum fast

Right before she orgasms, I stop

"Baby!"

I snicker, licking her clit slowly, listening to her moans

It's one of the best sounds in the world

Her laugh is the other

"Yoongi", she whimpers, her fingers tightening in my hair

I pull away again right before she explodes

"Yoongi no", she whines

"Aww you know I like playing with you"

"Yeah baby but I want it", she protests

"Yeah baby?"

"Yes Yoongi, please baby"

I can never say no to her

For anything

I'm so whipped for her

Licking her clit slowly, I feel it throb against my tongue

Fucking hell that gets me so fucking hard

Closing my mouth on her, I suck her clit fast and hard

Her hand instantly fists my hair, her hips snapping into my mouth

The next suck makes her shout, releasing in my mouth and I swallow it all

"Again baby, again. Please baby lick me again"

I comply, licking up and down her pussy quickly

"Fuck my face", I demand, moving my tongue faster

Her hips move faster into me while she breathes hard

God I fucking love this

"Yoongi, Yoongi!", she cries, coming again

Her whole body shakes, her leg starting to give out

Holding her up, I lick up all her cum, then put her leg down

Standing up slowly, I drag kisses all up her body

When I'm standing, I press my body into hers, licking and kissing her neck

I know she feels my hard on against her pussy and she knows what I want

Slowly I pull the string that's tying her bralette, undoing it

Peeling it from her body, I drop it on the floor, cupping her breasts in my hands

I feel her hands squeeze my upper arms hard, groaning loudly

I pull away and move to the couch in the room, laying on it

"Come and ride me. I wanna see all of my beautiful baby", I ask

She smiles softly and nods, coming over to me and climbing on my lap

She leans over kissing my lips and I fall into the kiss

I love getting lost in her

It's the best feeling to just feel her, feel how much she wants me too

It's addicting

Her hand slides between us, holding my cock up

She pulls away, smiles at me and kisses my cheek, then sits up

She moves me under her, sinking down on my cock

"Oh fuck jagi", I moan, feeling her tight pussy open just enough for me to get in

"Yoongi", she cries, her body shaking, hands gripping my arms so hard as she gets me all in, "You feel so good"

"Not as good as you baby girl"

My god she feels incredible

So tight, hugging my cock perfectly and pulsing around me

So fucking wet and so fucking nice and warm

I honestly could stay in her all day

We stay like that for a minute just feeling each other

It's like this every time

It's like we have to feel each other before we start moving

I love this part because I feel close to her and we both get pleasure from it

"Rrr ready baby?", she whispers

I nod

I'm so ready

She slides up, then comes down hard

"Fuck baby girl", I moan, feeling pleasure hit me hard

She moves up and down, every time going faster and harder

I can't

The pleasure is fucking astounding

I've never had sex this fucking amazing before

I can't tear my eyes off her

The way she moves is mesmerizing

He head tilted back, her eyes closed, biting her fucking lip again, her hip moving as she bounces, her hands tightly on my arms

I don't fucking need porn

I can just watch her and she's so much more hotter than any porn I could watch

And she mine

That's the best part

There's no fucking way I can look away

While she moves, I can't help but touch her

I run my hands slowly down her body, just feeling her skin, feeling her muscles move as she does, looking at her body littered with all the hickies I give her

God she looks so fucking good with all my marks on her

"My jagi's so pretty", I murmur

"Mmm", she moans

I run my hands up her back

I love how her small body feels against my hands

"So pretty, so fucking sexy"

I'm so fucking in love, it's crazy

I never thought I could love anyone this much

Sitting up, I run kisses all over her body, loving how soft she feels against my lips

She keeps moving while I latch onto her nipple, sucking

"Fuck Yoongi. I can't baby. You feel too good"

"Then cum for me baby. Let me feel you"

I switch to her other nipple, running my fingers up her back softly

She gets so tight on me and I'm waiting in excitement

I love feeling her orgasm

It's the most pleasurable thing I've ever felt

It's one of the reasons why I love sex with her so much

I get to feel her tight, wet pussy, while we fuck and then I get her orgasm

She gets to feel me and cum a lot

A win win

"Yoongi, baby", she cries, pressing her body close to me as she orgasms

She squeezes my cock so hard, clenching over and over again

"Good girl. Feels good baby?"

"Yyyy...yes Yoongi. You always feel so good for me", she praises

I try to be as good as I can for her, staying hard for her as long as I can, making sure I hit all the right spots for her

She's my baby, I want to please her

All the time, every time

When she finishes, I sit back and hold her hips

I bring her up my cock and slide her down, thrusting up into where I know her spot is when I bring her down

"Yoongi oh god!", she yells

"There baby?", I smirk

"Yes Yoongi. Again. Please baby again"

"Of course baby. I'll give you anything you want"

Moving her faster, I keep slamming up

And she screams with every slam, her hands squeezing my wrists so tightly

Her pussy is throbbing so fucking hard, making pleasure crash over me again and again

I love watching her breasts bounce hard, love watching how deep my cock goes that it pushes her stomach up with every thrust

She always takes me so deep and she actually loves it

It doesn't hurt her and I'm so glad

I never want to hurt her

I feel her getting ready and I move faster, pounding her spot

"Oh fuck Yoongi!", she cries, exploding again, releasing all over me, her body shaking in my hands

My eyes go down to us and I moan seeing her cream all over my cock

Her pretty pussy lips are sucking me back inside and more of her cum coats my cock when she moves back up

That alone can make me cum

But I push it back

She didn't cum as much as I want her to and I want more

When she finishes I ask, "Please fuck me jagi. Please"

She nods, immediately bouncing up and down my cock again

She slams down hard taking all of me in on her own

Goddamn she's so fucking sexy

She's breathing so hard, pleasure all over her face

Her body is glistening in sweat, her hair soaked with it

I sit up, running my tongue on her stomach, licking her sweat

"Tastes good baby", I smirk

"Oh my God Yoongi"

I lick her again, then lay back watching her

I move my hand to her clit and rub it in circles

He pussy instantly tightens on me

"Good girl. Throb harder baby. I know you can"

I keep playing with her clit and sure enough she pulsates harder, moaning loudly

"C'mon baby, I know you can be louder than that. I want to hear you scream when you cum"

I'm so fucked out right now, I don't care who hears us

She panting hard, her cunt holding my cock in a vice grip

"C'mon baby. Cmon", I urge her

I watch her thighs tremble and I increase the speed of my fingers

"Yoongi... Yoongi"

"Scream", I demand

"YOONGI! YOONGI!", she screams as loud as she can, coming

God seeing her whole body shake so hard because of the pleasure I'm giving her is amazing

Pleasure hits me hard as her pussy clamps down on my cock

I keep moving my fingers, giving her more pleasure

"Oh my God YOONGI!", she cries, orgasming again

"That's it baby girl. Keep coming baby girl. You're so pretty jagi. So beautiful", I praise her, pleasuring her

"Yoongi"

She cums for a third time in a row

I fucking love giving her multiple orgasms in a row

She doesn't get a break and she's in constant pleasure

"C'mon baby, you can do it again. I know you can"

She just screams loudly no words, her hands in her hair, exploding again

"There we go. Good girl, I knew you could do it. One more baby"

"Yoongi I...I can't..."

"Yes you can jagi. You've done it before. You can and you want it"

"I do Yoongi. I do"

"So gimme baby"

She slams down, my cock hitting her spot at the same time I rub her clit and she loses it screaming

Her back arches so much so that she starts falling back

She's in so much pleasure that she can't stop herself

I grab her immediately, fucking up into her

"I'm gonna cum baby"

"Yes. Yes. Yes", she cries

I move harder and faster in her, pleasure taking over

"Joanne, baby!", I scream, finally coming hard, filling her pussy with cum

She throbs hard on me, milking all the cum from my cock and it feels so fucking good

When I finish I relax on the couch, taking her with me

I don't want her to fall because of how exhausted she is

She lays on my chest and I push her sweaty hair from her face, kissing her forehead

She's breathing so hard and I'm a little nervous that she hasn't gotten her breath under control

"You ok jagi?"

She nods, "Tired"

I chuckle, "Did I actually tire you out this time?"

She lifts her head, looking at me, rolling her eyes

"That's only because we had to do everything in a short break baby. You know that if we had more time I'd tire you out and I'd still be ready to go more"

I laugh because it's true

"Yeah jagi, I know", I answer

"Good that you know", she smirks then lays her head back down

I run my fingers in her hair and take her hand, kissing her palm

I don't know what it is about her but I have to be touching her or I feel like I can't breathe

I never thought I'd be like this with anyone, but I like being this way with her

"You're so sweaty baby", she giggles

"Yeah baby. I'm always sweaty after we're together. You make me more sweaty than the hardest BTS choreography"

"I'll take that as a compliment", she says

"It is one", I reply

"Can we just stay like this for a little longer?"

Absolutely

I need a few minutes before I get up and go back to sword practicing

And I want to stay with her like this more

"Yeah jagi. We can"

She snuggles more into me and I just hold her

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I'm kneeling down with the sword, listening to the instructor as he tells me that I should do some cool poses for pictures during the dance

I nod

Joanne is back in her spot watching me and smiling

You'd think it'd be weird to have my girlfriend here watching

Like I'd be nervous or something but I'm not

It's better when she's here

I'm able to do all the moves right and then watch her smile at me and give me a thumbs up

I'm told that now we're gonna practice with music

Getting up, I go next to the instructor and the music for Daechwita starts playing

I'm whispering the words to myself, walking next to the instructor, sword against my shoulder

We do a few moves then he tells me something about moving my foot the right way

I'm so hot and sweating already

He has me practice the slice down with the sword a few times

The shutter of the camera is constantly going off as the camera man takes pictures

I keep going through the routine a few times, listening to the instructions that are called out to me

After awhile, we run through the whole choreography again with the music

After that, we stop

Putting the sword on the table, I move my fingers through my hair, getting it off my face

It's full of sweat and it's gross

I look over at her and she's already watching me, biting her lip

I smirk at her and her cheeks turn pink

I know she thinks I'm hot

I don't see it but as long as she thinks I am I'm good

I sit down and drink some water, then wave her over to me

She stands up and comes over

Grabbing her wrist, I pull her down next to me

"Watch the video with me?"

She nods, holding my hand tightly

I press the button on the tablet and the video starts playing of me practicing

"You're so good baby. You learned everything like right away", she praises as we watches

I smile loving the praise she gives me

"That is so hot", she says, pointing to the move where the sword is on my neck

"Yeah baby?"

"Oh yeah. So many ARMYS are going to be swooning"

"As long as you are, I'm good"

She snorts, "What do you think I was doing this whole time?"

"Yeah?", I ask, tucking her hair behind her ear

"Of course baby. You're very swoon worthy"

I laugh at how cute she is

When the video finishes, I sit back

It's good enough

Hopefully ARMYS will like it

"I'm gonna have to go do the outro, then I wanna practice more. Do you want to stay?"

"Yeah baby. I'll stay", she smiles

I pull her to me, kissing her softly

When I pull away, I notice the camera is still on us

"Don't put that in the Bangtan bomb", I joke

"Never. Not until you announced your relationship", the cameraman assures us

We both stand up and she kisses me on my cheek then goes back to where she was sitting

I quickly do the outro, thank the instructor and pick up my sword

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I finally decide to stop practicing after a few hours

I glance over to where she is

She's asleep

She using my bag as a pillow

I check my watch

10 pm

Shit it's late

I shouldn't have practiced so late

I have tomorrow to practice too

I should of paid attention to her too, noticed that she was getting tired

I go over to her and sit in front of her

I can't get over how beautiful she is

Seven months together and her beauty still astounds me everyday

Every time I look at her I can't believe she's real

And that she's mine

I got her

I'm the one she wanted

I thank whoever every single day that I have her

"Jagi", I call softly, rubbing her arm, "Jagi. Wake up baby. We're gonna go"

"Hmmm"

She opens her eyes slowly, lifting her head and looking at me

"What?"

"You feel asleep jagi."

She yawns, trying to sit up and I help her

"What uh what time is it?"

"Ten jagi"

"Oh. Aren't you tired baby?"

I smile

She's always worried about me

"A little jagi. I'm sorry I practiced for so long"

She shakes her head slowly, "No baby. It's ok. I know you have to practice baby. Don't worry about it"

"Thanks jagi"

"Am I driving you back to the dorm now?"

I was thinking about that

I don't want to be away from her

"Jo uh do you want to come stay over at the dorm for the rest of the week? I have to get up early to film the music video and if we're together it'll be easier"

Because I'm always busy or she has work, we don't spend the night together a lot

We've done it a few times and I want to do much more, but there's not that many opportunities

If I stay at her apartment, she has to wake up to let me out

If she stays at the dorm, she has to leave when I leave

"Oh. So you want me to say because it'll be easier to get where we're going?", she asks tiredly

Well that's one thing but it's not the main reason

"No jagi. I want you to come because I want to be with you. I love spending the night with you and this time it's perfect because we're getting up at the same time and going to the same place.", I explain

"So three days of sleeping with my boyfriend?", she smiles, "That will be a hell yes"

A huge smile burst on my face, "Ok jagi"

"I don't have anything though. No clothes or anything"

"I thought we could go to your apartment so you can get some stuff then go to the dorm"

"You just thought of everything", she teases

I smile shyly and nod

"Ok baby. Let's go"

I help her stand up, then grab my bag, putting the sword back in to it

I notice her yawning and leaning against the wall

She's still sleepy

"C'mon jagi", I say, going over to her

Bending down, I pick her up

"Yoongi!", she giggles, "What are you doing"

"My jagi's tired. I want to carry my baby girl"

"You don't have to baby"

"I want to so shush"

She giggles again

"Ok baby"

She puts her arms and legs around me, laying her head on my shoulder

As I walk to her car, I feel her giving me little kisses on my neck

God I love her

"I'll drive jagi", I say getting to the car

"Ok baby"

She hands me the keys as I put her down

We get in the car and I drive in the direction of her apartment

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artist-tae · 4 years ago

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fate (jungkook x fem!reader)

Summary: You and your tattoo ex Jeon Jungkook have been broken up for the past 2 years. But what happens he enters your life again when you just have gotten over him?

Pairing: jungkook x reader, reader x jimin

Genre: angsty af, tattoo artist Jungkook, eventual smut (?), break up!au

Words: 3.4k

Chapter 4/6 (1) (2) (3) (5)

WARNING: This chapter does mention sexual harassment. If this affects you, I advise you please not to read. Viewer’s discretion is advised.

The next morning, you lay in bed as the sunlight dripped into your room. Your head was pounding from last night, and you felt a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach. Why did Jungkook still have so much influence over you? You groaned on the pillow, covering yourself in the blankets.

A knock on the door filled the room. You heard the door creak open to see Jimin holding a plate of pancakes. He gave you a sympathetic look as you were buried in your little cocoon.

"Are you planning to get up today?" He laughed at you, placing the plate on the edge of the bed.

You shook your head, the smell of the pancakes hit your nose and suddenly your stomach was rumbling with hunger. You sat up in bed and reached over for the pancakes. You gave Jimin a thank you as he plopped himself beside you on the bed. You took a bite out of your pancake, fluffy as always. Not as tasty as Jungkook’s a voice shot from your thoughts. You immediately felt guilt rush through your body. Jimin had been nothing but good to you.

"Do you want to talk about last night?" Jimin said calmly, bringing up the elephant in the room.

You broke eye-contact with him as visions of last night flashed before you. Jungkook kissing you and Jimin confessing to you. It all seemed too much for you to handle.

"I don’t think it would help me if I’m honest," you replied.

Jimin nodded with understanding. You were grateful for him not pushing you. What was there not to like about Jimin? He was a gentleman, had a good job, was funny and patient. Why couldn’t you reciprocate his love for you?

Jimin dropped his head to rest on your shoulder. A simple gesture that you used to think nothing about, but now your mind was running with thoughts.

"How did you even meet a guy like him?"

Your eyes widen at his question. You couldn’t even remember the last time you thought about how your relationship with Jungkook started. It just seemed so long ago.

The noise of your friend’s car honking signalling that they were outside your house. You gave yourself one last look in the mirror while grabbing your school bag. You rushed outside your house to see all your friends in the car. Jumping in, you greeted all of them as you all made your way to school.

You and your friends were all gossiping and texting, catching up with the school drama you all missed. During high school, you were in the popular group of girls. Looks and reputation were most important to you during this time. You were always put together, was in the cheerleading group and studied hard in your classes.

"Hey, _______" your friend piped up, looking away from her phone, "I heard that jock guy you’ve been hanging around with wants to take you to prom!"

Your face immediately turned red at her words. Prom was coming up and you had your eyes on one guy. Yet he still hadn’t worked up the courage to ask you even though you were declining offers from other boys at your school. Your body was filled with a rush of adrenaline. Maybe today was the day he would finally ask you.

When you and your friends pulled up into the school’s car park, you all sat for a bit longer before the bell rang for classes to officially start. Suddenly, you heard the sound of an engine revving behind you. All your friends turned their heads to see a motorbike pulling up in the space beside you. With the driver having a helmet on, you couldn’t see the man's face, but you already knew who it was.

Your friend scoffed, "Jeon Jungkook", as she watched the man get off his motorbike.

"I heard he got arrested for drugs", another friend piped up, "He’s such a freak."

You nodded in agreement. "He's in my chemistry class," you said.

While you and he did not sit together in chemistry class, it didn’t stop you two both sharing glances at each other. You both were in opposite worlds. He was covered in tattoos and you worried about your hair and grades. You never actually had a conversation with him. Besides, the occasionally sorry if you bumped into him or if you had to pair up with him for an experiment. He seemed quiet and reserved and didn’t want anything to do with the other students. His mysteriousness fascinated you, but you knew your friends would make fun of you if you ever confessed it to them.

You sat in chemistry class bored. Your friend was not in class today, so you were sitting by yourself staring into space while the teacher talked away. Your mind went to the idea of your crush asking you to prom. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered away at the idea. You knew you were seeing him at lunch, so you were quite nervous as time passed.

"________ and Jungkook, you two can pair up as both your partners are absent today."

You were pulled away from your thoughts by your teacher’s words. Hearing the sound of a chair moving and footsteps coming up behind you. You looked up to see Jungkook staring down at you. His face was expressionless as he sat down in the chair beside you. You gave a quick glance across his neck tattoos and silver rings on his long fingers.

As the teacher passed out the experiment sheet, you had the urge to actually have a conversation with him. You thought it was very irritating that Jungkook seemed to think he was above the rest of the students at school. Before you knew it, you turned your entire body to face him.

"Hey"

Why are you talking to him? Nobody ever talks to him. Especially not the popular goody two shoes.

"Hi", he responded dryly, raising his eyebrow at you.

So enthusiastic you thought to yourself sarcastically. He obviously had no intention of talking to you.

"So, what part of the experiment do you want to do?" You suggested to him.

Jungkook glanced down at the paper and shrugged.

"It’s up to you."

You give him a glare and told him which parts of the experiments you two were doing. As you were preparing the chemical liquid, you made another attempt at making chat.

"Are you going to the prom next month?"

"I don’t know, are you planning on asking me?" he shoot back at you.

Your jaw almost dropped at his sly words. You looked away from his face and back to the experiment, reading the instructions so he couldn’t see the red in your face.

"You wish. Are you too cool to go to your school’s prom? " You sneered back at him.

Jungkook’s eyes turned to yours as his posture straightened up.

"Maybe I am too cool," he replied, "Or that prom is only fun for the popular group and everyone else just sits and watches, bored out of their mind."

"That isn’t true. What would you know about school? You hardly ever show up and when you do you never talk to anyone. "

"Well, I’m sorry I’m not in the popular group where the only thing I do is gossip and worry about my looks." Jungkook spat back at you.

You were frustrated that your attempt at a talk had now turned into an argument.

"You’re such a jerk Jungkook. I just wanted to have a conversation while we did this boring experiment. " You scoffed at him. You rested your chin on your palm, trying to breathe at a normal rate.

"It was a nice try, princess. But you and I are not the same and have nothing in common. Let us do this experiment and leave class so we never have to speak again. " He explained.

His word dug a sharp pain in your heart. He had no interest in talking to you at all. It was the first time you felt a sense of embarrassment for even trying. Why did he have to be so honest and blunt with you? You decided to take his words and you both carried on with the experiment in silence.

Near the end of class, you both finished up with the experiment and were now taking notes on it. You bit your lip and sneaked a glance over at Jungkook. He had finished writing the notes and was now staring at you.

"Why do you never talk to anyone?" You mumbled.

Jungkook gave you another look. He thought the conversation was over. His eyes darted around your perfect face and saw that his words hit you. He didn’t expect you to have such a strong reaction, he didn’t think you cared about what he thought.

"I would just rather be alone," he answered.

"But don’t you ever get lonely?"

Yes.

"No. Not at all. " He said blankly.

You opened your mouth to speak but the bell rang indicating it was lunch time. Your mind immediately turned to your crush. You shot up off your chair and quickly threw your stuff in your bag. You gave Jungkook one last look and said goodbye, quickly hurrying out of the class.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at how fast your emotions changed. He thought about how you genuinely wanted to talk to him and get to know him. He did not know why he was so defensive, maybe because no one had ever made an effort to talk to him. He threw his bag around his shoulder, ready to leave when he spotted something on the ground. His gaze landed on a pair of house keys. Assuming it must have been yours due to how quickly you left the room; it must have dropped out of your bag. He reached down and picked the metal key up, slipping it into his pockets. He better return it to you before lunch is finished.

Meet me behind the school building.

You reread the text over and over again. You felt like you couldn’t breathe because of how excited you were. You quickly pulled out your pocket mirror and checked your makeup and hair. He was finally going to ask you to prom after dropping so many hints to him. You rushed to the back of the school building. It was always deserted and hidden, so it would just be you and him there.

You turned the corner and saw him standing there. You thought your heart was going to burst from joy. You walked over to him, fiddling with your fingers in nervousness.

"________!" The tall jock yelled at you as he saw you coming.

A wide grin spread across your face hearing him say your name. You gave a greeting to him and stood in front of him. He asked you how chemistry was, and you just said it was boring as usual. You wanted him to pop the question to you.

"So we have been talking for a while now," he began.

Your back immediately straightened up at his words. You buzzed with excitement. You nodded at his words.

"And I feel like we have been giving each other signals recently."

You nodded again in agreement. The tension was now building up in your stomach.

"So that's why I wanted to ask you…"

"Yes?" You spoke a little too quickly.

"Would you want to hook up with me after school in my car?"

Your face and heart immediately dropped.

"What?" was all you could say.

"Come on baby, I know you have been begging for it."

Your heart was shattering, and you couldn’t help but cringe at yourself. You turned your feet and walked away. You were so upset you couldn’t say anything to him.

“Where are you going?” He said catching up to you.

“Leave me alone now” You spat at him.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed your arm, pushing you into a wall. You flinched at the pain of the rough brick wall hitting your back and the man’s huge body pressing up against you.

"Stop playing so hard to get _______." The boy whispered into your ear. "I promise I’ll make you feel so good."

His hands moved to your hips to hold you in place. All you could do was shake your head.

"No. Please. No "

As you felt his hand move under your shirt, the weight of his body was suddenly gone. Jungkook was throwing blunt punches at the boy's face before you could even comprehend what was going on. You stood in shock for a moment, watching blood come out of the man’s nose as Jungkook kept beating him with all his strength.

"I swear on my life, if you touch her again you are dead!" Jungkook bellowed in the man’s face.

Before Jungkook could land another punch on the man, you quickly grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away.

"Leave him Jungkook, it is not worth it." You exclaimed at him.

Jungkook's gaze landed on yours, his chest was still heaving up and down in rage. He suddenly grabbed your hand and took you towards his motorcycle. He passed you the helmet and lifted you onto the seat. He still hadn’t spoken a word to you. He climbed on after you and started up the engine. Your natural instinct was to wrap your hands around his waist as the bike started to move.

Jungkook drove out of the school. He kept driving straight until he came to a stop next to a fast-food restaurant's parking lot. As soon as he parked the motorbike, you took off your helmet and he climbed off the motorbike.

Before you could even say anything to him, Jungkook grabbed both your shoulders and stared into your eyes.

"Are you okay _____?" He asked, finally saying something.

"Jungkook I-"

"Are you okay?" he repeated more sternly.

"Yes." You nodded, answering him.

"Did he touch you?" he continued to ask. His face was covered in concern for you.

"No, he didn’t." You spoke.

You saw Jungkook breathe a sigh of relief. Who knows what Jungkook would have done to the guy if he actually had touched you. Jungkook let go of your shoulders and leaned on his bike. He stared down at the ground, his hair covering his face.

"I’m sorry that happened to you."

You gave a weak smile at his sincere words.

"And I am sorry I was such a dick to you this morning. I don’t know why I was. I was just so confused. " He explained.

Seeing this new side of Jungkook was unexpected to you. You didn’t know he could be so gentle and worried.

"It’s okay," you assured him.

"Do you mind if we start over again? Please? " Jungkook questioned, facing you.

"Sure thing, Jungkook" you said, giving a small laugh.

You both sat in silence for a while, staring into nothingness. Then a thought popped into your head.

"Why were you even going behind the school building in the first place?" You asked.

Jungkook’s smile appeared as he dug a hand into his pockets.

"I believe you dropped your keys," he said as he held up your house keys.

You both laughed as you shook your head with embarrassment.

"Then I guess I better owe you something." You said to him.

Your eyes landed on the fast-food place beside you.

"I’ll treat us to lunch!" You responded by tilting your head towards the burger joint.

You and Jungkook sat in the restaurant booth and talked until late in the day. Never before had you felt such a strong connection with someone as you did with Jungkook. You got to learn everything about him. His tattoos, his parents, his ambitions, and his opinions. You told him everything about yourself and your family, your college plans, and your future goals. He was paying close attention to you as you spoke. He admired the way your eyes sparkled, and your hands moved as you rambled on about school or your hobbies. Jungkook could sit and listen to you talk all day and never get sick of it.

When the fast-food restaurant finally closed for the night, Jungkook offered to drive you home, which you gladly accepted. You noticed the soft wind on your face and your hands around Jungkook as he and you drove home. It was comforting to be able to simply hold him. Jungkook wished the night could go on forever.

His bike pulled up beside your house, signalling the end of his journey. The only thing that made things visible to you were the streetlights. Jungkook helped you in getting off the bike by holding your hand. Your heart thumped a little faster than usual as a result of the gesture. You both stood silently facing each other. You were both adjusting to the fact that the night had come to an end. “Well, thanks for driving me home.” You said gratefully.

"No worries" Jungkook responded, tracing his tattoo on his arm.

"Are you going to be okay?" He asked.

You nodded, "I’ll be fine. Don’t worry. "

Jungkook smiled with understanding.

"I guess I will see you tomorrow in chemistry." He spoke up.

He knew that this night would never happen again. Things will return to normal, and you will never speak to him again. He said so himself, you two were two very different people. You were thinking about it too.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." You uttered to him.

Jungkook climbed back on to the bike as you turned to walk away. However, you could only take one step forward as your body froze into place. You couldn’t just leave Jungkook without saying something to him, but what?

Suddenly, you spun around and marched back up to face Jungkook. Before he could open his mouth, you cupped his jaw with your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It lasted for a second before you pulled away. Jungkook stood with his eyes wide and expressionless. You blushed in embarrassment and turned away again. Not until his hands grabbed your hips and made you face him.

"No, you don’t" he whispered before pressing his lips back onto yours. It was pure ecstasy, and your heart was pounding with happiness as he pulled you into him.

All of your high school days were spent with him after that. When your friend group began to disapprove of Jungkook, you gradually distanced yourself from them. You and he spent the majority of your time together studying, eating, and sleeping. Jungkook enjoyed taking you out to eat or surprising you with a trip to the amusement park on special occasions. Jungkook finally confessed his feelings for you and officially asked you to be his after your second date. He was so ecstatic that you had accepted that he spun you around in his arms, nearly making you dizzy.

Jungkook asked you to prom later in the year. Even if he didn't like the idea, he understood how much it meant to you. He was also fascinated by the prospect of seeing you in a breathtaking dress. He even dressed up and put on a black suit and tie. He was a gentleman, bringing you flowers and reminding you throughout the night how beautiful you were. It was during the slow dance that he finally told you he loved you. He was madly in love with you. There was no one else who was more suited to him. That night, you gave him your virginity, and he swore he'd never leave you.

The love you two shared was indescribable. Jungkook was yours, and you would be his for forever.

Jungkook sat in bed, reminiscing about you and him. He let you go despite the fact that you were his soulmate. As he remembered how you looked at Jimin, a small tear rolled down his cheek. He was all too familiar with the expression on your face.

He knew you would be happier without him. It was a thought that crushed him.

Perhaps it was time to let you go.

(Next Chapter)

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mmvalentine · 4 years ago

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The Bargain Pt 5 | Feysand

Modern AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6

Rhys hadn't seen Feyre in a year.

He knew that, because his social media sent him a reminder that he had posted a photo of her finished tattoo a year ago, and he had not heard from her since.

Not that she had any obligation to contact him, of course. In fact, this was why he made the six month rule with his clients- he knew how easy it was to become attached to someone who you have been vulnerable around. And he didn't want to influence anyone like that, particularly not Feyre, who seemed to be having a tough enough time as it was. So although he thought about her often, after she left the shop that last time, for the most part he tried to let her fade into a pleasant memory, and not to dwell too much on whether she was okay out in the world.

But Rhys knew he'd never forget Feyre, because after she was gone he had actually started to paint again. Had locked the door of the studio behind her, arrived back at his apartment and stayed up all night with his crusty old oil set. Paper had never been particularly interesting to him, so he had painted his coffee table. Swirls and eddies of colour like Feyre had drawn on his arm in the gaps between his black line tattoos.

Over the next few weeks, Rhys' plain and understated flat became a frenzy of line and pattern and colour. He started posting photos on his instagram and to his great surprise, they garnered more attention than some of his better performing tattoo posts. He was even commissioned to paint shop fronts and feature walls in restaurants.

By the end of the year, Rhys was still in the studio most of the time but spent a week out of every month painting murals around the country, like he had always wanted to do. So no, he would not be forgetting Feyre, ever.

In May, Rhys got a contract in Berlin. It was one that he was slightly apprehensive about, since apparently it was a team effort and he didn't have much experience collaborating. He didn't love the idea that several people who had never met would be trying to create something cohesive in a short amount of time. On the other hand, it was an all-expenses paid trip and he was about due for a holiday.

Rhys landed in Berlin early in the morning, and had a couple of hours to kill before his meeting. He spent some time wandering around the strangely grey, concrete world, and found these amazing rainbow bursts popping up unexpectedly on street corners and in alleyways. Rhys found he rather liked it.

When eventually he walked through the tall glass doors of the building he'd been directed to, Rhys wondered about the team he'd be working with. There were a number of very well respected German street artists, and if he had to collaborate, he hoped it would be someone who he might recognise.

He was utterly unprepared to walk into the room and see Feyre sitting at the table, deep in conversation with a man with dark skin and white hair.

"Ah, here he is. Feyre, this is Rhys," the man said, while Rhys stood with one hand still on the door handle and gaped.

Shock registered on Feyre's face, but then it settled into an easy, broad daylight grin.

"Thank you Tarquin, we've actually met." Feyre's fingers trailed over her tattoo as she spoke, not taking her eyes from Rhys'. "Remember me?" she asked, with a little tilt of her head.

"I, uh, yeah of course I do," Rhys said. "I wasn't expecting to see you here." "Nor I you," she said.

"Rhys, good to meet you in person," Tarquin said, extending a hand. "I know we've only spoken on the phone before now, and I'm so glad you could come over for this project."

Rhys shook the contractor's hand, and settled into the chair that was pulled out for him. He nodded and smiled at Tarquin, but then found his gaze snapping back to Feyre like a magnet. A rose petal blush stole over her cheeks.

"I am so excited to finally have the two of you here," Tarquin said. His voice was slightly accented, and very warm. "As you know from the brief, my company has just settled its headquarters here in Berlin and we want a summer themed mural."

"I'm sorry," Rhys interrupted. "It's just the two of us?" Tarquin nodded. "Originally I wanted a whole team of artists, but then we redid the budget and it was decided we'd just hire two." "I'm curious, you have so many wonderful artists here in Berlin, why did you fly us out from New York?"

"Actually," Feyre said. "I live in Berlin now." Rhys blinked. "Oh," was all he could think to say.

Tarquin prattled on for another forty minutes about his company, the 'feel' they were going for, their target audience and so on. When Tarquin had first approached Rhys, Rhys was genuinely interested in his work but now that Feyre was here sitting opposite him, he couldn't take in a damn word. Couldn't even remember what he already knew about the business, just sat there wondering what had happened in the year since he had last seen Feyre.

How was she? Was she still with that whatshisname boyfriend? Had she been tattooed by anyone else this year?

Finally Tarquin stopped talking and told them he'd take them on a tour of the building, show them the mural site, and then let them settled in. He stepped out to take a phone call, and left them with a mood board he had collated for the painting. Then Rhys was left alone with Feyre.

And for the life of him didn't know what to say to her.

He just sat there, swallowed, and tried to stop staring at her. She noticed, and blushed.

"What are you looking at?" Feyre said, looking down self-consciously. A curl fell over her face. "I'm sorry," Rhys said. "I just didn't expect to see you." "Me neither," Feyre told him. "I mean, I moved cities, I moved continents and yet here you are."

Rhys nodded. "Here I am." He cleared his throat. "So ah, when did you guys move over?" "Just a few months ago," Feyre said. "And it's just me. I broke up with Tamlin." She shifted in her seat. "You were right. It got worse, and then better." "Oh, good," Rhys said. "I mean- not good, I'm sorry to hear that."

Feyre laughed. "No," she said. "It is good. And I'm really enjoying living here. I can't believe you're here." "I thought I'd never see you again," Rhys said. Feyre's eyes flickered. "You thought about seeing me?" she asked.

Now it was Rhys' turn to colour. "I... I just wondered if you might get in contact later in the year. You know, let me know how your tattoo's healing and all. Is it alright?"

"It's great," Feyre said, holding out her arm for Rhys to inspect. "I know I said I might call, but I just couldn't," she confessed. "As the months went on I got so embarrassed."

Rhys cocked his head. "Why?" he asked. "Because I had such a crush on you!" Feyre said. "And I bet every girl you tattoo falls in love with you, I didn't want to be one of them." She laughed, and looked away. Rhys just stared at her.

"You... had a crush...?" he started to ask, but then Tarquin breezed back into the room.

"Sorry folks!" he said. "Important call, but terribly rude of me. Now. Let's get on with that tour huh?"

And then he ushered them out of the room, and didn't leave them until they were all saying goodbye and Feyre was heading toward home in one direction and Rhys was going to his hotel in the other.

No matter. They had all week to get reacquainted.

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Thank you so much to everyone who has been commenting, I've been astounded by the love you guys have been giving this story and I appreciate you all very dearly!! I thought it would be a little niche one, I wrote it because I like art and tattoos, and I really didn't think it would do this well. Would love to know what's working for you, so I can keep bringing it to you :)

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twices-pup · 4 years ago

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Tattoos Together

title : tattoos together ( son chaeyoung x gn reader )

word count : 1,682 words

genre : fluff

warnings : mentions of needles

synopsis : [ requested ] you face a fear to remind your girlfriend, chaeyoung, that you love her for all that she is, including her tattoos.

side note : my first request finally done! i really hope the anon who requested and anyone else who reads this likes it! the request was a little vague so i had trouble making this fic long enough, and had to rewrite it a few times but since today is chaeyoung's birthday i was determined to finally get this out! happy strawberry princess day, everyone!! also, the title is definitely inspired by the song tattoos together by lauv because i suck at coming up with titles.

You were never one to be fond of the idea of getting a tattoo. It most probably stemmed from the fear of needles that you've had since you were a child and never quite grew out of. The mere thought of your skin being pierced and inked was enough to send a chill down your spine, which was why you vowed to yourself to never so much as step foot into a tattoo parlor.

Your girlfriend, on the other hand, loved getting tattoos. Her skin was like a canvas, and the tattoos she had gotten over the past couple of years were the works of art. You weren't surprised, Chaeyoung herself was nothing short of an artist, after all—if you handed her a pen and a piece of paper, she'd be able to conjure up a masterpiece out of thin air. Although you were still very much against getting a tattoo yourself, you've learned to love each and every one of the tattoos adorning her skin just as much as you loved the person herself.

Chaeyoung told you her intentions to get a couple more new tattoos shortly before TWICE began filming for the music video of their then newest title track, More & More, for the mini album of the same name. She was over at your place for a visit and the two of you were lazing on your couch together, television turned on and your eyes on the screen but neither of you really focusing on the program playing. You had an arm around her shoulders while she rested her head in the crook of your neck, the room pretty dark save for the light flashing from the TV screen and some sunlight that filtered in through your drawn-in curtains. "I've already looked up some designs I like," she had said. "I'll only pick one or two to get tattooed."

You didn't think much of it at first, the only thing that crossed your mind was "Ah, my girlfriend is getting another tattoo, cool." However, that was until you made an off-handed comment, with your eyes still glued on the TV. "You really like getting tattoos, huh? You have so many already, but you still want to get more."

Upon hearing your words, Chaeyoung suddenly became aware that you were subconsciously rubbing her upper arm gently, your fingers brushing right over the cherry tomatoes tattoo she had there. She didn't say anything at first, your living room back to being quiet other than the voices of the actors coming from the TV speaker. "Yeah, I really do," she suddenly answered you after you thought that the topic had been dropped. "I hope you don't have a problem with that."

Although she had muttered the last part under her breath, you were able to hear it clearly. You turned away from the TV to look at her, with a tiny crease between your eyebrows that were furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Why would I have a problem with it?" you asked her softly.

Chaeyoung met your eyes and sighed. "Not everyone is a fan of girls with tattoos, you know?" she said, her gaze dropping from you to her lap. "So as the person I'm dating, I hope you're not one of those people. Those people who hold prejudice against tattoos or something like that."

Throughout the duration you had known Chaeyoung, you had always viewed her as someone who's free-spirited and jaunty, who doesn't let what other, insignificant people think of her get to her head, as long as she's able to do what she wants to do and be who she wants to be. So seeing her suddenly be so self-conscious about her tattoos, about something she'd usually feel so natural about, caught you by surprise. You realized that, perhaps, as her significant other, your opinion of her meant more to her than that of others did, and you immediately regretted letting your guard down and making such a careless remark.

"Hey," you called out softly, reaching for one of her hands to hold it in yours. "I do not and will never have any kind of problems with your tattoos. I know you love them, and that's completely okay," you assured her, offering her a gentle smile when she looked up at you. Her eyes searched your face for a moment, before she started chuckling.

"Thank you, y/n. Wow, that conversation got so serious all of a sudden. I feel a little embarrassed now, let's talk about something else."

You obliged with a nod, letting Chaeyoung shift the conversation to a different topic as you didn't want her to feel awkward or uncomfortable. Though you did make a mental note to remind her more frequently that you loved her, every single part of her.

On the day of her appointment at her regular tattoo parlor, you gave her a call. "Hey, y/n," she greeted you when she answered her phone. "What's up? I was just about to head to the tattoo place."

"Yeah, that's what I called you for," you said on your end of the call, feeling a little nervous but refusing to turn back on your decision. "Would it be okay if I tagged along with you?"

Your question was met with a moment of silence as Chaeyoung fully took in what you were asking her. "You want to come with me...to a tattoo parlor?" she asked for confirmation, and you nodded, although you were well aware that she wasn't able to see you. "Yes," you verbally answered. "I wanna accompany you as you get your new tattoos."

Knowing you, Chaeyoung surely hadn't expected you to willingly want to watch her get tattooed, in fact it came as a pretty big surprise to her, but if that was what you truly wanted then she had no reason to refuse. She texted you the address of the tattoo parlor and you met up with her there roughly half an hour later, swallowing down your nerves and telling yourself that you were doing it for you girlfriend all throughout your journey.

As the two of you entered the establishment, Chaeyoung noticed your shifty eyes looking all around the tattoo studio, and saw that you seemed more unsure of your decision to come by the passing second. "If you're having any regrets, you can leave at any time," she told you.

Despite the slight uneasiness you were feeling, you quickly shook your head. "It's okay, Chaengie. Like I said, I'm gonna be here for you."

"But why? y/n, you and I both know you're scared of needles, including tattoo needles."

"Because I know how much you love your tattoos. And I love you, so I wanna give you my support."

Your response was enough to put a wide smile on Chaeyoung's face, and seeing her smile was enough to make you smile too, in spite of your jitters. Chaeyoung's hand found yours and held it tightly as she led you deeper into the tattoo parlor. "Thank you," you heard her whisper. "I love you too."

The tattoo parlor was brighter than you had imagined it to be, but frankly that was because you had pictured the place to resemble a dark, soul-sucking torture chamber. Although the sufficient lighting managed to calm your nerves down a bit, the many scary-looking tattoo designs—skulls, snakes, demonic faces—hung up on the walls as decorations weren't helping. As you sat next to Chaeyoung at one of the tattooing stations, you did your best to not look at anything that, to you, were frightening, especially the tattoo machines.

You stayed quiet and only watched as Chaeyoung showed the tattoo artist the designs that she had chosen and told him where she wanted the tattoos to be. Your body tensed up and your breath hitched in your throat when the man took out a tattoo machine and started preparing to tattoo your girlfriend. Chaeyoung, noticing that you were as stiff as a board, gave you a reassuring smile. As much as you appreciated the gesture, you weren't able to smile back.

When the man finally started, you immediately diverted your eyes from your girlfriend to stare down at the floor. However, that did little to nothing to block out the whirring sound of the machine as it did its job. You gripped Chaeyoung's hand, the side that wasn't being tattooed, claiming that you were comforting her, though she had a feeling that it was the other way around instead.

"You're acting like you're the one getting a tattoo," she couldn't help but tease you.

When he was done with her tattoos after what felt like an eternity to you, you let out a heavy sigh of relief. You were finally able to turn back to Chaeyoung as she showed you her two new tattoos, one of a plant on her upper right arm and another of a butterfly by her right wrist.

"Woah, they look great," you complimented, genuinely impressed by the artist's handiwork. "I can't believe I made it through that, I guess watching people get tattooed isn't so bad after all."

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow at you, amusement evident in her smile. "It isn't, but saying you watched me get tattooed is a bit of a stretch," she opined, and you pouted. "I was still here nonetheless," you argued.

"Alright, alright. Fair enough." Your girlfriend chuckled. "Then maybe next time you can take it a step further and get a tattoo yourself."

You playfully scrunched up your nose at her words and were about to oppose, until she continued. "Maybe we can even get matching ones!" she proposed, her eyes bright with excitement over the idea. Your expression softened in an instant, a wide smile making its way onto your face. Whenever she looked at you like that, with such innocent joy, it was near impossible for you to ever say no.

"Well, maybe one day," you told her, as you helped her up from her seat.

"Maybe one day, we can get tattoos together."

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kallikrein · 3 years ago

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What was your first impression of your mutuals? you can ignore it if you want it ;-;

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a bunny anon! hello hello!!

welp, it’s hard for me to list everyone so i just put the ppl who made distinct impressions. don’t get me wrong, i love all my mutuals. they make my blog a better place hehe

@sugokawata — i always thought of sugo as a nice person cuz she always reply to my asks when i was still one of her anons (thanks ma, that was really heartwarming). but now… she’s my bitch /affectionate lmfao the most relatable bitch i have ever met :>

@schiros — this is funny but i wrongfully assumed reiny as an american ldmsjjd it’s bcos her english is top tier! and her writing is god tier!! plus she’s so sweet to me too when i was still her otter anon. my heart soared when i saw her write my pet shop trio request <3

@haruchyio — she makes (i know you agree with me) the best tokrev hcs and drabbles to ever exist. i was blown away by her wordplay when i first interacted with her works bcos … it’s so damn creative?? she is, right?! plus she’s approachable and super funny too :3

@inupibaldspot — ghad i miss uuden the url hahahhahah /j my first impression of eve is that she’s very kind, friendly but don’t be fooled, she’s actually the most entertaining crackhead you will ever meet /t. eve is that type of friend who’s sure to bring a laugh out of you and i absolutely love that. also i dig the way she plots her stories, it gets me everytime (not exactly first impression but yeah).

@lila-skies — mei amazed me for being the sweetest social butterfly. at first, i was kinda intimidated because she’s so nice and friendly to everyone. so when i found out that we’re both filos, i threw my reservations away and i’m glad that i did! bcos now she’s like my long lost friend?? if that makes sense :D

@ranspuppyboy — yuu just screams chaotic puppy energy to me /pos lfmsjjsd which btw complements my own chaotic energy. hence, our usual screaming on the dash. still can’t believe we bonded over benkasa for a few days cuz that’s super fun… and we’re about to unleash that chaotic energy again bcos hah tr 226 yallll :D

@baji-san — my wife is the embodiment of sexy smart. her quips are simply the best which makes her a sexy funny, and a sexy friendly… ugh she’s just the sexiest >;(

@saturnmitsuya — saturn intimidated me too ngl. my tr dash is full of amazing writers (and i’m just a lil blob of a writer) but whenever i see her name, i feel somehow at ease?? i’m glad to have known such genuine and kind soul like saturn <3

@kuroiza — how could i forget this sweetest person!! sem is the sweetest, idc idc. she came to my asks one time and i was really shocked to see a big blog talking to me :(( I WAS FLNFHDJEJDHFJFKDJJXFJ ILYSM SEM YOU’RE SO SO NICE TO ME

@togacaffe — tbh, i didn’t know mai is a writer too. i see familiar names in my notifications but i’m too dumb and shy to interact but when she did…oh g, she’s like that baby sister. also chaotic (ran as your fan during cheer, i’ll never forget that) :3

@drakens-tattoo-artist — azmi’s calm energy is my much needed medicine for my wild one lmodjdj ;-; i think of her as the most humble one in my mutuals bwahaha all of them are humble (don’t get me wrong) but azmi is my number 1 !!!! >:D

@tokyo-fukushu — A BABIE. a creative, amazing, talented babie. her writings inspired me so much?? and i’m gonna cri bcos i never feel old ?? (bcos of our erm age gap) around her and that’s really touching :’) ily lou /p

@lostinthe-jojos — my initial thought of itzel is that they are so damn approachable. and very very nice. plus the fact that they’re in culinary arts (i think??? pls correct me if i’m wrong) excites me bcos i love cooking too!! well home-cooking… lfmsjs itzel is just so friendly and i turned them into a wakasa simp too lmfaoao best thing ever :>

@keimisan — one word: wow. the way mal writes just sweeps me off of my feet. also… chaotic /pos ;(( the zebra wakasa + similar urls were one of the funniest highlights of my blog lfmsksjdjd i hope you’re taking good care of yourself bae <3

@i-am-cheese-fairy — cheese is the cutest ;-; idk much about them aside from being an asher simp (and currently, a gain one) tho i’m always happy to see them in my asks. cheese is simply adorable ;-; i’m soft good laurD

i hope you all have a nice week ahead <3 !!

#[ 💌 ] — from 🐇 anon

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colorfullfalls · 4 years ago

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Me & You

Summary: Calum’s best friend internally pinned after him for years. At a party she finds out that Calum is seeing someone and her heart breaks. Except Harry Styles is there to make her feel better.

Calum and Y/N. A phrase heard so much to the people that knew them. Growing up as neighbors, they were the definition of a team. Y/N was the one who taught Calum how to whistle, he taught her how to ride a bike. Childhood memories engraved in their minds bonded the two together like magnets.

Calum took Y/N with them when they left as a band. She had a rough life at home and he wanted her out of there. Since then the Hood’s and the band became her family.

“Y/N, what are you doing? That is not how to hang up a balloon.” Calum laughed out, pointing to the balloon that was only half taped on.

She blew hair out of her face, her hands falling to rest on her waist. She gave him an exasperated look, “How else do you suppose to do it, Hood? You can’t put a tack in it, it’ll pop!”

Calum playfully pushed her out of the way and tacked the part that was tied off to keep the air from zooming out. He successfully completed the task and gave her a smug grin.

“It’s almost like it worked...”

She shoved his shoulder as she walked past him to stir the Buffalo dip in the crock pot, “Fuck off mate, I really tried my best.”

Calum paused at her words. He knew she was joking and her tone matched, but he did feel sort of bad. When he called her to ask about throwing a surprise party for Ashton’s birthday, she immediately was on board. She bought decorations, the cake, and helped him invite everyone. She really was trying her best.

“You are the most wonderful friend I’ll ever have.” He softly said, turning her to bop her nose before giving her a hug.

Her insides fluttered at the way his voice sounded so honest. She already loved him with all of heart and him saying shit like that didn’t help it. Because she over thought things- well everything. Especially when it came to them and their friendship.

All the other boys in the band had serious girlfriends that they were building their life with. Sure, Cal had girlfriends along the way- much to her dismay, but he wasn’t seeing anyone and hadn’t in about two years or so. Maybe he was holding out for her? She knew it was a outlandish idea but was it really? They grew up together, did everything together, and she developed feelings so was it too wild if he did too?

She relished the feeling of his arms wrapped around her. He smelled so nice all of the time and the scent was uniquely just him. Her trust in people was hesitant due to her parents but Calum was the one true person who she was completely vulnerable to. The boys were close but not to the level of trust she gave to the man in front of her.

He pulled away when he heard the bell ring, “People are arriving, my lovely Y/N. Shall we go greet them?” Calum mocked in a posh accent.

An hour later everyone was finally at the party, well besides Ashton. Y/N saw that Harry Styles was there and she offered him a smile as he walked up next to her. He gave her a warm hug, his hands resting comfortably against her back. His warm skin burned through her shirt and she mentally sighed when he pulled away.

“It’s been a while since we’ve seen eachotha love.” He said, offering his boyish grin that killed his fans.

Her and Harry hung out during the tour when 5sos joined them. While the boys were playing on stage, he would stand and watch with her. During that tour they became pretty good friends, and he did his best to keep up with her. Only a few noticed, but Harry always kept his eye out for her, but it was hard to get her without Calum.

“Last I saw you, you were just about to release Fine Line.” She spoke.

“I remember, ran into you while walking home. Have you listened to any of it?” He asked almost sheepishly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Y/N now just noticed how nicely dressed he was. His black flowy pants went well his nice long sleeve butto up baby blue shirt. The first couple buttons were undone to reveal his beautiful chest. She felt her eyes drift, but quickly looked up at his green eyes.

She wasn’t stupid, Harry was absolutely beautiful. His beauty radiated and his personality amplified that by one thousand. He was mature, deep, and kind but also had a playful boyish side. And sass, lots of sass added to it. He made sure to check up on her weekly and she knew that he would help her with anything she asked.

She’d fall for him if it wasn’t for Calum.

“Harry, who hasn’t heard that whole album in it’s entirety? It’s amazing, man! Cherry melted me in the best way. Putting Camille’s voice in it? Genius. You put your heart into your music and it really shows...” you blushed slightly as you realized that you just gushed over him.

He shrugged his shoulders at your praise in the humble way that only Harry Styles could. His green eyes twinkled in the light at the idea of Y/N adoring his album. Songs that were a part of him.

He wanted to admit that Sunflower, Vol 6. and Golden were about her. That she inspired him to form lyrics that made people feel the same love he felt. She was his muse and she didn’t even know it. Harry wanted to tell her, but he wasn’t blind. Something was between her and Calum.

He respected Calum and didn’t want to interfere, but it was hard when his feelings never went away. And not there she stood so pretty in front of him, telling her that she listened to his music. That she loved Cherry. It was ironic that she mentioned the one about his ex but not the the two written solely about his thoughts surrounding her.

“Means so much to me that you enjoy it. I was actually wondering if you wanted to co-write a song with me for my next album?” He said, his left hand playing with the rings on his right.

Her lips quirked into a pure smile, “Me? Harry..”

“Don’t be bashful, I know you help write with the boys, even if you don’t let the public know.. Ash told me about it when we got drunk a year ago.” He admitted.

She scoffed, “I’m gonna hurt him....”

“So, what do you say? It can literally be about anything. It’ll be perfect. I’ll even buy you dinner over it.”

She paused before replying. Helping Harry with a song sounded fun and like a good opportunity to actually work with other artists, but it was a vulnerable thing. Sure, the two have had deep talks while high or drunk, but this would be a whole different thing. The last song she had worked on was Best Years and she thought of Calum the whole time writing it. That’s why it was so easily to spill out because he was across from her the whole time.

“If I write a song with you, do you promise to make sure I don’t get too drunk tonight? Because I have to go grocery shopping tomorrow and doing that hungover would just suck...” she said, making Harry clap in excitement.

“We have a deal, love.”

He extended his hand and they shook on it.

Y/N glanced over to where Calum was when she saw an unfamiliar woman standing beside him. She didn’t recognize her and honestly she was confused. Calum always told her when he met someone and he never told Y/N about her.

Harry followed her gaze and noticed the woman too, “Who’s that?”

Y/N crossed her arms, “No freaking clue...”

Calum caught their eyes and waved before grabbing her hand and brining her to them. Y/N’s eyes widened at their intertwined fingers, emotional pain twisting around her guts.

“Hey guys, this is my girlfriend, Maya.”He said, raising their joint hands as they both smiled from ear to ear. Y/N wanted to puke.

Maya was wicked beautiful. Her short baby blue hair matched Harry’s button up shirt. The color suddenly seemed unappealing to Y/N. Not only was Maya’s hair cool, but she had a dope septum piercing and had piercings and tattoos. Her beautiful hazel eyes smiled with genuine kindness and Y/N wanted to run away.

Calum was dating someone, but it wasn’t her. Y/N scolded herself for not preparing herself for this exact situation. Calum Hood was a beautiful man with a beautiful heart and wicked talent, of course he would find someone. She had just been dumb enough believe it would’ve been her.

Calum sensed Y/N’s unease and he suddenly felt bad for not giving her a heads up. He started seeing Maya two months ago and wanted to make sure it was solid before he had her meet the people so dear to him. He realized that was a mistake.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” Harry stated what Y/N wanted to but couldn’t.

Calum sheepishly shrugged as he looked at the hurt on his best friend’s face, “Sometimes things are better kept a secret.”

Anger swirled around Y/N like quicksand encapsulating her entire body. She wanted to punch him. Couldn’t he see the pain in her eyes and he had to joke about it and say something stupid like that? How could he be so daft about how she felt for him? He was her world.

She loved him with all of her being; however, at this moment she wanted to never see him again. She wasn’t the best at handling her emotions, so this pain transferred to anger.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Sometimes friendships aren’t what you think they are. It was nice meeting you, Maya. Come on, Harry.”

She grabbed Harry’s hand and stalked off to the balcony of the house. The British lad followed silently behind her, willing to do anything she needed. As selfish as it was, he was glad to be the one she seemed comfort from.

Crocodile tears slipped out of her eyes as she wiped at them in an embarrassed and frustrated manor. She looked out at the hills of California and grumbled under her breath about love being dumb. Harry quietly shut the sliding glass door and walked over to lean on the railing beside her.

“You’re in love with him.” He softly stated.

She let out a pitiful laugh, “That obvious?”

He didn’t reply for a moment. Instead he took the time to observe her, and his heart stung at the sight in front of him. Her eyes were no longer the vast universe before him that made him believe that life was eternal, instead they were a sunken wasteland filled with sorrow.

Her knuckles were white from how hard she was making fists and her leg was bouncing up and down with anxiety. Harry recalled the one other time he saw her like this. It was when they got a late dinner together and her mom somehow called her.

He hated seeing her upset then and he hates it even more now.

“If you don’t show that you care about someone, you’re not human. Calum is your best friend that has been by your side, it’s natural to catch feelings. And you shouldn’t feel ashamed about it either, hun. Your feelings are valid, it’s understandable to be crushed right now.” His hands gently took hers and flattened them out so that hers would no longer be in fists.

“I’m in love with him.” She choked out, turning to maneuver herself into his embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her back and she clutched tightly to his shirt. She felt the skin of his chest against her cheek as she nuzzled into him.

Sobs shook her body as his left hand rose to lovingly play with her hair. Y/N was glad that Harry was there for her in this time. She knew she couldn’t go to one of the boys because it wasn’t fair to put them in the middle of this.

“I know, I know.” He muttered, glancing inside the house to see that Calum was standing with Luke and Michael. The three boys were starting back at him, all of their faces held regret.

“I-I thought that maybe he loved me too. Every song we wrote, I thought of him. His little gifts and sudden spurs of adventure he whisked me away on, I thought that it was special between us..”

Harry’s heart felt like it got punched. The girl he was head over heels was currently heart broken over his friend. He wanted to tell Calum off for missing out on what he absolutely wished he could have. Calum had his dream girl wrapped around his finger and the dude didn’t even know it.

Harry himself was surprised that Calum wasn’t in love with her too. She was just.. the best. She was adaptive to their life style, good with the fame aspect of their life, she was nerdy in the best ways, so humble and grateful that it was intoxicating to be around her, and she was so genuine. Calum was a fool to not see what was right in front of him. Blind not to see that such a wonderful human being loved him with every fucking inch of her soul.

He saw Calum move towards the door and Harry felt an instinct to get Y/N the hell away from him. He didn’t want her to have to see him and he knew that he couldn’t even look Calum in the eyes without feeling anger even if it wasn’t exactly fair.

Calum hesitated when he saw the death glare that Harry was unknowingly giving him.

Calum knew that Harry was smitten with his best friend. It was apparent that Harry always went out of his way to call her or get drinks when he was home. Hell, Harry had sent her a gift when he went to Japan because he knew it was her favorite place when she went with the band. It was zero surprise that he would feel protective over a crying Y/N.

Calum just wanted to talk to her.

Luke and Michael walked over with somber eyes as they noticed that this situation would not be dealt with tonight.

“Calum, don’t go out there. She’s hurt, man. Give her some time.” Luke gently warned, grabbing his arm.

“I feel so bad. I know she’s hurt but I didn’t think she would be this hurt from me not telling her that I met Maya. I thought maybe she would be a bit happy for me..” he trailed off at Luke’s facial expression.

“She’s fucking in love with you, mate. Why are you the only one who doesn’t see that?” Luke raised his hands in an exasperated manner.

“What?! No? Y/N? She’s not in love with me. It’s not like that.” Calum defended, glancing over at his best friend in the world sobbing in Harry’s arms.

“Seriously Cal?” Michael deadpanned, “You can’t be that stupid.”

Calum rolled his eyes, “Wouldn’t I fucking know if my best friend was in love with me?”

Michael laughed sarcastically as Luke awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets. Calum sighed at their behavior.

“Apparently not mate. You know how it’s obvious to us that Harry fancies Y/N? Well we could tell when it came to her with you.” Michael explained.

“Why didn’t you say anything? Why couldn’t I tell?” Calum asked.

Luke blew air out of his mouth as he tried to think of how to explain it, “Cal, it wasn’t for us to say. God, you and Y/N pick the worst times to be in love with each other.”

Calum’s tongue poked out to wet his lips. He was annoyed that Luke even brought that up. Growing up Calum was enamored by his beautiful Y/N and he knew that he was in love with her when he was about sixteen years old. She was so supportive and always there, and she made the rough times optimistic and fun.

Unluckily for him, at the time he realized they were on tour with one direction and she went off with Harry a lot. Calum felt like he couldn’t compete so he didn’t say anything. Plus he felt sick at the idea of scaring her off. Over time he got over it and moved on because he was sure she didn’t feel the same way.

Now years later she falls in love with him?

“Things would’ve been easier if I would’ve went for it as a teenager... huh?” Cal asked, dumbfounded.

“Probably. Do you... do you still feel the same way? Because you got Y/N out there crying and Maya over there trying to talk to people she doesn’t know.” Luke pointed over to Maya.

Calum couldn’t help but smile over at his girlfriend. He felt so warm and fuzzy around her. She was so fucking cool, and he was proud that she was here with him. But that feeling was dulled down when he looked out on the balcony. Seeing Y/N cry could ruin his happiness at any time.

But it wasn’t because he was in love with her. He used to be, but now he fiercely loved her in a family kind of way. He forced himself to move on from her and the damage was already done. He desperately wished that she would’ve felt the same back in the day because maybe things would’ve worked out. But now he has a girlfriend and she’s out on his balcony crying.

“I’m not in love with her, but I care about her more than probably anyone else.” Calum admitted, “It fucking hurts to see her so upset.”

The door opened up and Ashton walked in, his hand came up to his chest from being startled at how many people were in the apartment. He grinned as Calum walked over and gave him a hug.

“Happy birthday, mate.” He said.

Ashton giggled, “You fucker!” He pulled Calum into a tight hug of appreciation.

Y/N stopped crying when she saw Ashton walk inside. Ashton deserved this party and she wasn’t about to ruin it. He was the type of friend that would do anything for anyone. He was the sun coordinating the planets, making them more efficiently. At the same time he was the moon, luring over loved ones in dark times to offer any sort of help; emotional or physical.

Ashton deserved all the good in this world and she wasn’t about to fuck it up over crying over a man. She thought about all the tik toks joking about gagging after crying over men, and that made her feel a bit better.

Y/N would suck it up for now and go give Ashton a hug because he was worth it.

Harry pulled away slightly when he saw that Ashton arrived too. He glanced down at Y/N and she gave him a small nod and a smile.

Harry once read that your body naturally rejects a potential mate that isn’t a match. Effects are; nervousness, unease, and weariness. Apparently the theory goes that if someone is right for you, being around them gives off a sense of contentment and peace. You don’t have to get overly excited around them to the point that you feel sick. Rather you sense of feeling at home with them.

That’s how Harry felt with Y/N. His past girlfriends he loved-sure. He was heartbroken when things ended with Camille, but he didn’t have that sense of calmness with her. Not like he had around Y/N.

He was utterly fucking stuck on her. She was the one.

He managed to feel this way for years without it ever going away. That had to mean something. His mom once told him that shit happens for a reason. Calum not loving her back like that could shift her to Harry. And as fucked up as that idea was, and how down right cruel it was, he hoped it was true.

“I need to go see Ash..” she paused, glancing up into his green eyes. Right then Harry knew that she was about to ask him to go along with her.

“Let’s go, c’mon love. I’m right here with ya.” He soothingly assured, grabbing her hand.

Together the pair made their way inside to where the party was happening. Y/N noticed that Maya was standing beside Calum, his arm wrapped around her waist. She clutched tightly onto Harry’s hand as a sharp pain zapped her in the chest. His thumb rubbed against her skin in reassurance.

“Y/N’s coming.” Michael whispered to Calum. He immediately dropped his arm from around his waist and shot a look to Maya saying that he would explain at a different time.

He tried to offer a smile to his sad friend but she refused to meet his eyes. Instead she moved to stand by Ashton, causing the groups attention to go to her. No one failed to notice Harry’s hand was gripping Y/N’s.

Harry seemed like a protective guard dog that was on edge when a stranger walked past its owner.

“There you are! I was wondering where the hell you were! Also, I’m gonna kill you, Cal said you did most of the work for this.” Ash teased, making Y/N’s lips quirk into a genuine grin.

“You’re gonna kill me? No buddy, it’s the other way around! You told Harry that I helped write your albums.” She accusingly joked, jabbing the black haired man in front of her on his chest.!

Ashton burst into laughter, “Harry, mate, that was a secret. Cant trust no one..”

Harry smiled in his charming boyish way, his red nails on show as he lifted his hands to shrug as if it was no big deal, “Maybe I wanted a share of her writing talent.”

Michael looked at Luke with wide eyes. Holy shit, Harry just pulled out a wild card. Could the British man not even hide how enamored he was with their friend? Michael admired his confidence to ask Y/N to write with him. Writing was something you had to have complete trust in with a person, and the proccess undoubtedly bonded souls.

Y/N blushed after Harry’s claim that her writing held any sort of talent. She usually went with the flow and the words poured out.

“You gonna do it? Help him write a song?” Luke asked

“She said yes. Unless she was fuckin’ with meh.” Harry said, side eyeing the woman next to him. He saw her laugh and he internally gave himself bonus points for being able to do that while she was so down in the dumps.

“Dinners involved with the deal so I jumped on it.” Her attention turned to Harry, “As long as it’s not Chick-tik-A. Their food sucks and they’re a company against homosexuals.... that’s a no from me dawg.”

Harry smiled, knowing that Y/N was feeling better.

“That’s great, bub. I’m super proud of you. I know the song will be a fucking hit.” Calum said, shifting his head to look at her.

For the first time she raised her eyes and sadly smiled at him, “Thanks Cal...”

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Months later and Y/N was truly doing better. Her heart still hurt a bit from Calum but she was gradually getting over it. Seeing him wasn’t to the same point of familiarity as it used to be, but the two friends were working it out as best as they could.

And truth be told, Y/N liked Maya. Maya was honestly a good match for Calum, as annoying as it was.

And Y/N didn’t have time to be upset because Harry had her too busy with constant adventures and late nights. She appreciated it. She appreciated him.

Tonight he took her to the poetry cafe that they liked. It’s small little place at the end of L.A. He said he found it one day when he was walking alone, pretty sad and feeling alone. Stumbled across the joint and found a deep connection to it. He explained how much it meant to him and it soon became important to her too.

The dim glowing lights brought upon a comforting blanket of support and trust to whomever dared to enter such a vulnerable place. Those who stood on the pedestal of expression compiled their feelings into a glorious ballad.

Harry and Y/N sat at the small table in the back, matching style ball caps sat upon their heads. His a pretty purple and hers a yellow. He told her that it would be better if they kept their identies more hidden.

Their chairs were moved to sit closer next to each other so that their hands could intertwine. They held hands a lot because it was comforting and felt so so so right. His thumb rubbed against her hand as another young woman stood up to go.

I was alone

Felt like no one cared

Ate dinner for one and cried tears enough for two

But something changed in my life

Because there was you

Y/N stopped listening as the woman’s words soaked past her skin, muscles, bones, and swirled to embed into her soul. These words were ones that she personally related with. Sure she had friends but she was so lonely when it came to romance. Until recently.

She wasn’t certain what was going on with her and Harry, but she felt herself caring more and more until the point that he became her number one. She talked to him the most, saw him the most, and for fucks sake she thought about him the most.

He seemed to always be on her mind. If she found a cute sweater she would think about how Harry would wear it with his pearl necklace. Saw a dog? Awh, he would love to pet it. Tasted red wine? She’d think about the time that he spilled it on his counter and acted surprised when she licked it off, claiming that it couldn’t go to waste. If she looked at anyone attractive, she couldn’t help compare them to Harry.

It was exciting. Moving on from Calum and to Harry was new and it brought upon a lot of foreign feelings. As great as all that was, there was a worrisome idea lodged in her head. Could Harry just be acting as a good friend like Calum had? She wasn’t sure and she was too much of a wuss to figure it out.

Harry detached his hand to start clapping along with the crowd as the woman said her thank you and walked off the stage. Y/N blinked back to reality as Harry turned to her.

“That was beautiful, really raw and genuine.” He spoke, offering a smile that showed his perfectly arranged white teeth.

“Yeah, it- it really was.” She was doing a horrible job at convincing him that she actually paid attention to it.

“Love, I’m not incompetent , I know you weren’t listening- you’re too caught up in ya head. What’s going in there?” His fingers slotted within hers, his blue nails the same shade as hers. She painted both sets last night when she went over for dinner.

How could a woman look at a man and explain that she was falling in love with him, but she was scared because last time she was in love she got hurt- she thinks she loves him but she doesn’t want him to think he was a rebound.

She felt humiliated, her eyes avoiding his. The open sign on the window was suddenly the most amazing thing to look at.

“Y/N, dear? Talk to me.” His lips were so close to her ear that she could feel his breath when he spoke.

“My heart is in your hands and that’s fucking terrifying to me because, well, we saw how that went last time.” She muttered, still not looking at him but rather the other people there with their significant others.

Harry was suddenly standing up and pulling her out of the small cafe during a poetic interpretation about being bound to your family.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as the wind bit at her soft skin. She fucked up. She really stupendously fucked this good thing that was going on between them. She must’ve misinterpreted his good nature for feelings and was a stupid bitch that fell for it.

He pulled out the outside patio chair and sat her down. She gave him a quizzical look as he moved her legs apart so that he could sit in between them on the concrete.

Reseda green windows to the soul gazed into her, tears pooling around them. His cheeks were puffy and red. He was visibly upset.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I didn’t mean to make you cry like this, I shouldn’t have said anything to you-“ she rambled in desperate need to fix this situation before she lost him completely.

“Shhh. Not the least bit upset, ‘m crying because you’re my soulmate.”

Her eyes widened in shock, a forceful cough ripping out of her throat at his confession. He soothed her, handing her his water to take a sip. She waved his hand away to signal that she was fine.

“Mum told me that Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that's not the one. When you meet your soul mate, you'll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation. First time we shared a conversation i only felt peace and contentment. When I’m not with you, my mindset is off. I don’t like being away from you for long. I worry if you’re okay or I wonder if you are reading a book that’s making you sad. You get so into your books, love. The empathy doesn’t stop when it comes to characters.”

She slightly laughed as she recalled the time he waltzed in on her crying because your character in your book was alone on their birthday. He immediately was making her a cup of tea and bugging her about if something happened with work.

“I’ve been waiting for you for years. Honestly was hopelessly pinning after you. Like everyone knew but you. So when you admit you feel the same way...I got emotional.” He softly said, playing with the rings on his hand.

Her hands itched to be the ones twisting his fingers around. So she did. His hands melted into the skin of hers as he grabbed them. Her thumb twirled his left middle finger’s black band. He blushed at the feeling. She did tend to do this when they were submerged in a deep conversation.

“You’re an emotional man, Har. Endearingly so. I admire it more than you’d think.” She retorted.

Harry sat up so that he was sitting more on his knees so that he was closer. His face closer to hers. She could smell his cologne infiltrate her senses. She wished she could bathe in his sun-like presence forever.

“I happen to admire that you admire me.” He teased, blinking as more tears fell down his godlike sculpted face.

“You’re still crying, you’re gonna make me emotional.” She laughed as tears were starting to build up in her own ducts. This was really intimate and she was getting mushy.

“Can’t help it. Jus’ soft cuz of you.”

Her hands shifted to grab the collar of his coat, pulling it until his lips were melting into hers He hummed is satisfaction, his hands shifting to cup Y/N’s face to bring her closer. It was a desperate kiss, the kind where emotion tries to convey the feelings not able to form into words.

His lips molded to her, trying to memorize the taste for the rest of his days. His nose was shoved against her cheek as he slipped his tongue in, sliding it against hers greedily, finally doing this after dreaming of it for years. She pulled away for air, his lips chasing hers in a drunken daze.

“Let me breathe for a sec.” she gently pushed him away with her palm pressed against his face. He laughed, leaning back.

“Used to think singing on stage was the best feeling, but that was before I got to kiss those sweet lips. Just one more peck?” He made kissy faces in her direction.

“Thank you.”

His face scrunched up in confusion, “what?”

“Thank you for.. being there. Taking care of me like you do. Making me laugh by being dumb. Especially for buying pizza rolls in bulk. I know you don’t like them as much as you let on. But I do and you do it for me. Means a lot.”

“Anything for you, m’love,” He stood up and led out a hand, “Me and you. Please let that be the rest of my life.”

Y/N decided in that moment that Calum Hood getting a girlfriend was the best thing to ever happen to her.

Part 2?

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It Takes Two to Tango

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, guns, knives, violence, self destructive behavior, mentions of mania and depression, mentions of bipolar disorder, descriptions of tattoo guns, slight slut shaming maybe, a bong, allusion to corrupt government, mentions of prostitution, mentions of parental neglect, and mentions of piercings.

Word Count: 6.5k

Songs: Drew Barrymore- SZA, No Role Modelz- J.Cole, Baby Blue- Action Bronson, Little Dark Age- MGMT, Gansta- Kehlani, Shutter Island- Jessie Reyez, Good Days-SZA, King’s Dead, Kendrick Lamar, and Saint Bernard- Lincoln.

“Which was odd because usually he talks the most on these rides. After we got over the initial awkwardness of the whole fire and Vulture thing we fell back into the way of things. Well if he was going to play this game I would too because what’s that saying? It takes two to tango.”

A/N: Hold on tight a lot goes down and it’s not looking up anytime soon.

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I was running faster than I’d ever had before the heels I had been trying on? Not helping my case. Since this is apparently my brand now I backed myself up onto the edge of the building.

I had a gun trained on me.

“Come with us Y/N please,”

“No! Who the fuck is Y/N?”

“Don’t play dumb ma’am we’ve done extensive research on you and we see you’ve done the same with us,”

I rolled my eyes.

“Fuck you! I have no idea what you’re talking about and this is harassment,”

“You’re cornered there’s no way out,”

The man wasn’t going to shoot me. No one would’ve come all the way out here and have chased me for this long when they had a gun if they were really planning on killing me. They would’ve done it already. And if this was who I thought it was I was not going with them.

“Just come with us, we’re on your side, we’re not trying to hurt you,” That sounds exactly like someone who was going to hurt me would say.

“Yeah says the man who has a gun aimed at me,” I rolled my eyes.

“This is simply a safety precaution, just make this easier for everyone,”

I looked back at him before making my decision. I was getting the hell out of here now.

I bent backwards towards the street underneath me. Instead of free falling I put my hands behind me going into a backbend kickover grabbing onto the ledge.

Using my legs as a propeller I launched myself closer to the wall. I’d gotten lucky and the walls had protruding bricks that I could scale.

The man who I think was from SHIELD was hot on my tail. So I had to move fast. I scaled my way to the nearest balcony jumping into the pool in a leap of faith.

I’d made it in thankfully. Guess my story wasn’t over.

Then I had to run. I was running down the streets. Thankfully this was New York and no one would bat an eye at someone who was drenched head to toe running down the street. They’d just pass me off as another nut job and go about their day.

So much has happened I feel like this is an episode of shameless. You really were too busy to tune in last week you skank ass bitch? I almost died twice and I still managed to check in, whatever, just pay attention to the next clip.

“So that building exploded and that loud siren noise I think I told you about was going off in my ears and when I left the plane with Vulture and Spidey were fighting by a crashed plane and Vulture put too much power onto his wings and they were gonna blow up. And I got mad like fucking top of the anger iceberg mad. So when I was like on the verge of blacking out like fucking fire came out of my hands and disintegrated those wings. Like they turned to ash before my very eyes. Then I had a panic attack of course and that’s pretty much it,”

“Uh… I just called you here to tell you I found something about that SHIELD guy who came after but, I’m glad you’re okay,” Felicia told me.

“Sorry… I guess I got too excited,”

“What'd you find?” I moved over to her in her spinning chair.

“Look and see for yourself,” She moved out the way.

I sighed plopping down onto the small twin bed.

“I know what you’re doing,” I said, picking up a piece of popcorn.

“What are you talking about?” Carmen asked as if she was genuinely confused.

“You’re trying to trick me into eating and sleeping, which is totally not fair because if I want to wallow in self pity I should be able to,”

“I know what happens when it gets bad and I’m not letting you get there again,”

I sighed again. She is always claiming that she sees herself in me and she wants me to be the best version of myself.

She acts like since she’s one year older than me that she’s my mentor or something.

Plus she also thinks I have an undiagnosed and untreated bipolar disorder so who’s to say everything else she says isn’t a lie also.

We were watching a Wrinkle in Time and I knew I was going to cry when the girl’s dad came back. I always did and I didn’t want to cry today.

“Wanna go do something?”

“Sure... Where are we going?”

“Out,”

I tried on a lot of Carmens clothes and ended up wearing the most extravagant outfit I’d ever worn. I felt extremely giddy for no reason in particular. I was wearing a puffy skirt and corset. We were walking about the streets of Brooklyn with no clear destination in mind just talking.

“I just find it funny that all you have to do to be famous on Tiktok is be white and skinny like smoke a cigarette in a subway station or some shit,”

“Why don’t we get famous?”

“Now how would we get famous,” I poked.

“I’m offended that you don’t think we could,” She stopped on the side of the street.

“Gimme your phone,” She demanded in a kind way.

I plopped it into her palm.

I’d honestly forgotten where I was for a second because I’d zoned out yet again. She put the phone back in my hand and she had made a Tiktok account for the both of us.

She was only checking to see if I liked the account name because she took the phone right back afterwards.

I didn’t mind.

“I should get a tattoo right?” I asked, putting another one of the chamoy gummy worms in my mouth.

“How many do you have now?”

“I think like twelve?”

“And that’s not enough for you?”

“Noo! I like the ones I have. I just want a bigger one.”

“Then do it?”

We were actually in walking distance of a tattoo parlour I just didn’t trust them. Never cheat on your nail tech or hairstylist and it goes the same for tattoo artists.

Two subway rides later we were in Queens. I walked up to the front desk and was about to ask for my go to artist but she walked out the back room before I had the chance.

“Y/N, ‘s that you?” She asked.

“The one and only,” I twirled around in my dress.

“This dress is very different than your usual style but I can’t say I don’t love it,” She pulled at the fabric then glanced up her eyes, lighting up in recognition. She gasped “Is this Carmen?”

I nodded “My bad lemme introduce you to each other. Carmen this is Enchantress and you already know Carmen apparently,”

I’d played a Russian roulette sort of thing with my tattoo Pinterest board just clicking one with my eyes closed. Then there was the buzzing of the gun moving along my skin. Puncturing it in a way that felt extremely bittersweet.

I never understood people who said tattoos hurt. I could always barely feel them. They felt like a simple scrape over your skin. Also at this shop they still give you the wrapping for your tattoo but it’s filled with ink still so you can move it around in the bubble. I like messing with the ink sack. I think that’s why I come here so often.

I was admiring the tattoo on my lower abdomen in the mirror when I was startled.

“Wait!” Enchantress exclaimed, starling me “I just realized you got a piercing. Come here,” She beckoned.

She turned towards me

“It’s actually super straight, did you do this?”

I opened my mouth to respond when Carmen answered for me.

“No, some girl did it for her in her school bathroom,” I really gotta stop telling her everything. She’s always snitching on me.

“I want to be mad but I can’t because it actually looks super healthy,” She titled my chin up to get a better view “However if it gets infected I’m beating your ass,”

We exited the shop after I paid well, Carmen paid but I’ll pay her back. There was a pretty hefty discount too, because Enchantress loved me apparently, I loved her too. She’s an older sister figure like my role model. I mean she was when I was a few years younger. I think I’ve grown out of role models.

I felt a sharp uncomfortable sensation in my body which sort of felt like those anxiety brain zaps but located in my abdomen.

I looked behind me and there was something off about this man who was standing a few feet behind me. I accidently made eye contact with him and he bolted off.

Weird.

“Y/N are you even listening to me?”

“Huh,” I turned in Carmen’s directions “Sorry what'd you say?”

“I was saying that since you got a tattoo, I’m gonna cut and dye my hair,”

“Cool what color?”

“I don’t know yet let’s go just to CVS ‘nd decide there,”

I was sitting on the kitchen counter behind the chair Carmen was in as I applied the bleach to her hair singing along to the song playing.

Why is it so hard to accept the party is over?

You came with your new friend

And her mom jeans and her new Vans

I set the bowl of hair bleach onto the counter hopping down to get ready for my favorite part of the song.

And she's perfect and I hate it

I sang it loudly moving my hands around like I always do releasing my energy. It was almost like therapy. Who am I kidding SZA is therapy.

I used the bathroom and I couldn’t find soap. I looked under the cabinet and found the soap. I also found something else I wasn’t expecting to see. I brought it back into the kitchen with me.

“You have a hello kitty bong?”

She grabbed it from my hands examining it.

“Well actually I stole it from my sister,”

“No way, this is Dinah’s? Because she just got ten times cooler,”

“All I know was she got back in college, then she just stopped using it,”

I finished Carmen’s hair which for some reason she trusted me enough to cut curtain bangs for her honestly they didn’t look too bad. It was just very time consuming.

“Okay but are you sure, how’d you know he’s gay?” Harry questioned leaning back to look at the kid again.

“Just watch,” I raised my voice just enough for him to be able to hear me “Charlie!”

He turned around as if he were stunned that I was talking to him.

“Who me?” He asked.

“Yes you,”

“Oh,”

“So can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure I guess…”

“What’s your favorite Percy Jackson book?”

“The answer Lightning Thief is pretty basic but it’s my favorite or maybe the Titan’s Curse, I’m not sure,”

“Okay cool, thank you,” I turned back to face Harry “See,”

“That doesn’t prove anything but okay,”

“He knew more than one book in the Percy Jackson series that tells me all I need to know,”

“I know more than one Percy Jackson book,” He eyed me.

“Yeah and you’re gay,”

He just huffed. Got him there.

“He still wouldn’t fuck you though,” I sat tucked my legs underneath me.

“Whatever shouldn’t you be in your class? Which is it again?”

“Physics,”

“Oh…”

“Oh what? Don’t oh me,”

“You’re avoiding Peter,”

“I’m not avoiding Peter,” I totally was. Just Harry thinks I’m doing it because I like him. I didn’t tell him that but I might've let him believe it, because how do you even go about telling someone Hey I’m avoiding the person because fire came out of my body and they saw it. I’d sound insane.

As I was walking to the gym and by to, I mean away from, but that’s not the point, I could’ve sworn I saw the same man from Saturday in the window near the crowd of students.

Accompanied by the same gut feeling.

I pushed my way into the gym. To avoid him. I bumped into someone. Off instinct I got defensive but then I heard an

“Oh, sorry. Sorry!” Once they’d turned around I realized it had been Peter. Just my luck.

“You’re fine that was basically my fault anyway,”

I was going to just walk over to one of my friends but they weren’t here and Liz literally just left the school. So I had no escape.

Well there was one escape. There’s always a way out.

“Y/N!” The female gym coach called.

“Yes?” I rolled my eyes.

“Where are your gym clothes?”

“Probably in the locker room...”

“Why aren’t you wearing them?”

“I didn’t feel like it,”

“You need to change for your grade, participation is important,”

I picked up my backpack off the floor before pushing open the doors to the girls locker room. Instead of going towards my locker I headed straight for the metal doors leading into the hallway. I went to the space I always seemed to drift to when I had nowhere else to go.

The teachers bathroom.

I know that sounds weird but it’s the only one I can lock. I stole a key a while back when I went to get my phone back from one of the teachers.

I guess Carmen was a psychic or something because one of the videos she’d posted on our group account of us eating in the dresses, me getting that tattoo, and dying Carmen’s hair had blown up.

I did not see her take any of the clips but the proof was right in front of me.

The video had half a million views and I assumed that was because of all the comments helping pushing the algorithm.

Some of them were nice like

hey lol

you’re both gorgeous omg

That tattoo is cool af

I want to be you

I should pay you to do my hair lmao

I can't tell if i want to be you

The other half were like

No child should be getting a tattoo you look so young

That is the devils sign I’m praying for you.

Why please Go To God✝️✝️🙏🏻🙏🏻♥️

Im praying for you

At first I was confused as to why half of the comments were people praying. Then I realized it was because Carmen had on her pentagram necklace.

I’m definitely not complaining about the comments though because they got me that many views, likes, and follows, but the ignorance upsets me. A pentagram only represents Earth, Air, Water, and Fire it’s about balance.

I think it’s cool, kinda like the Avatar. It has nothing to do with Satan. I didn’t really want to think about Fire. I was still freaking out about Friday. It hadn’t happened again so maybe I dreamt it or something.

Somehow I spent the rest of gym and half of what should’ve been me heading to detention responding to every Christian’s comment with something dumb or witty.

I was walking towards the detention room and was startled by Peter. Again.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Um… this is gonna sound insane but,” he paused looking down fiddling with his hands.

My face twisted up in confusion as to why he still hadn’t spoken.

“Are you gonna to speak…”

“Oh. Oh!” He looked back up “Yeah you remember my internship right?”

“Yeah…” I guess he was going to act like I didn’t know about him being Spiderman again.

“So now Mr. Stark is interested in you and wants you to come with me upstate,”

“Why me?”

“I’m not sure, but if you’re coming someone is outside waiting for us,”

I’m sure this was just another attempt to lure me into some SHIELD mess. However Peter had no idea about Thorn or any of the other fucked up shit I’d done. So it would look suspicious if I didn’t go. Because what kid or any other person wouldn’t want to meet Tony Stark.

“Okay then, what are we waiting for?”

The ride there was completely silent. I spent the whole time texting Carmen as she complained about her boyfriend. I really hated him oh my God. Peter had gone into the building about 15 minutes ago.

“Okay, if he’s always getting on your nerves and trying to control you why are you still with him?” I asked in the snap meant for Carmen.

“You know why, I’m not going to say it because then you’d get mad at me,” She sent a video back.

“Thank you I do not want to hear about your boyfriends dick-,” I was interrupted by a knock on the window “Okay I can’t talk got to go,” I sent the video before sliding across the seat pushing the door open.

“What happened?” I asked as Peter sat back in the car.

“It was a test,” He said, providing no further elaboration.

The back window was rolled down and the guy who drove us here. Happy, I think. There is no way that was his real name. He stuck his face in the window.

“Hey, the boss wants to see you now,”

I turned back to Peter and whispered.

“The boss? Am I about to walk into some mafia meeting,”

He just laughed at that.

“We don’t have much time,” Happy urged.

As we began walking the halls of the giant building as I pocketed random trinkets that I could sell for a quick buck.

“So what’s your real name?” I asked Happy since this whole time he was leading me it was a silent ride.

He continued to ignore me.

So I asked again. I could tell from his body language that I was getting on his nerves.

I asked twice more and by the time the last sentence came out of my mouth we’d already reached our destination. He walked away not before mumbling a quick I hate kids.

“Y/N it’s nice to meet you,” Tony greeted as he reached out to shake my hand. I allowed it.

“You’re a lot shorter in person,” I pointed out after releasing his hand.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” He reached for a bowl putting something in his mouth. “Grape?” He offered.

“No thank you,” Not like they’d be poisoned or anything, no one had even gotten the chance to question me yet. Also there was the fact that he was eating them but this could be a Princess Bride situation. Not taking any chances.

“Okay,” He clapped, dusting his hands. “Let’s get to the point now,”

“So I’ve been informed that you had an instance with pyrokinesis,” He continued after I nodded. “I was hoping to research this to get to the bottom of this,”

“So you want to use me as a lab rat?”

“No of course not, the research would be used purely for your personal benefit,”

For my benefit my ass. They were going to turn me into a lab rat or a soldier.

“Okay I’ll think about it,” Thought about it. A hard hell no.

“If you do choose to do so since you are a minor I’ll need parental consent,”

“Of course,” I nodded.

There was a pamphlet that I wasn’t going to read. I wasn’t really going to ask for permission. Was I? If I wasn’t then why was I back at ”my” house.

I just missed my bed, it was messy but it was mine.

I started sobbing for no reason at all. Maybe it was the old sketchbooks on my bed, or my mom's broken jewelry box. It could’ve been the smell of incense that never left from the lack of ventilation. It was probably the pile of crystals on my dresser. Then again it could’ve been the nazar eye amulet from the broken bracelet on the ground or the hole in the wall where I used to keep my favorite knife. Maybe it was all of those things. Maybe it was so much more. Maybe it was something different entirely. Maybe it was the colors of the wind. Who knows.

My eyes stung as my eyeliner dripped down and into them. I blinked the tears away as I went through all my clothes and I mean ALL my clothes.

I found another bodycon dress. I slipped it on after stuffing a few other articles in my bag. I continued searching to the very back of my closet and I found an old purse. There were at least $50 in the back pocket and in the front pocket there were- Oh.

There was a small plastic bag with at least 500gs of Xanax. I must’ve left them there after Washington.

I wasn’t going to take them. I really wasn't; I just put them in the bra. You know for safe keeping. I heard the front door open and made a break for the balcony.

Although I’d regularly seen my sisters. I still hadn’t seen my dad since I’d left. They’d seen him a couple times though he was fine with the idea of them staying at our grandma’s for who knows how long. He doesn’t care as long as he’s still got that girlfriend of his. I can only imagine what he told her about us not staying with him.

I jumped down the stairs of the fire escape and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. As something hit my calf.

I looked down to see it was just Salem climbing up my leg. I lifted her up to my chest nuzzling the top of her head.

“Hiii baby!” I cooed in a baby voice.

I now more carefully made my way down the steps so as to not disrupt her. Now I was going to go straight to my grandma’s house to drop off the clothes, but I wanted to go shopping before it got too late.

I already had no money so I have no idea why I thought it was a good idea but there I was with a $300 charge on my credit card.

I probably looked insane walking around the mall with a cat in my backpack and black streaks underneath my eyes.

If you’ve never done this I highly recommend it. Every subway train comes with carts and the last cart is a door with railing and no other restrictions. You can just sneak into the very back.

The wind hitting your face is the most freeing thing in the world and you can scream as loud as you want and no one will hear you. That fact can be unsettling to some but to me it’s beautiful.

Releasing your true emotions to no one but you and yourself. I closed my eyes holding onto the railing with one hand and Salem in the other. I put her back into my backpack before sitting down.

Since the app is addicting, and you can’t tell me it’s not, I opened Tiktok and the first thing I saw is a guy pouring what I hoped wasn’t I thought it was into a bowl.

So naturally my first reaction was to make a video about it because who doesn’t overshare on the internet.

“Tell me why,” The track rumbled underneath me, making Salem whine, I picked her up letting her cuddle into my chest.

“Okay, I have a cat now but-” The track rumbled again “It’s so fucking loud but tell me why I opened this hellfire app and see some dude pouring cum into a bowl, I hate everyone,”

Within like six minutes of me posting it I had multiple likes and comments.

The only reason being is that Harry dueted.

I gotta say being the kid of a mayor and a multimillionaire gives you some form of clout. So he had a pretty heft following.

Harry’s similar to me in the way that we’re mean to our friends. So naturally we’re ”mean” to each other.

“You look stupid,” Harry claimed in his video “Also who’s fucking cat did you steal put it back and get in the trains properly and go wash your face,”

I hadn’t even realized I was on my new account at first.

Of course I made a response video.

“First of all this is my cat, her name is Salem and she’s adorable” I mean not really but she belongs to no one else, and I feed her. “Second, ignore my eyeliner. I actually think it looks kinda cute,” Lie, It just made me look crazy. “Also how'd you even find this account so fast? Stalker. I’d advise you shut up before I post your phone number then you’d have to ward off groupies. I’m sure you’d like that though.”

I’m pretty sure the majority of the people in our comments thought we were being serious. So in turn they commented things like I have no idea who you are but I’m on your side, is this gonna be another scandal, or here before the news is talking about it.

I’m not complaining. His history of scandals got me to 5k followers for the pure assumption that I was involved in some other secret.

My mind was moving at 100 miles per hour. It felt like I was on a whole bottle of adderall. I was going somewhere. At least I remember I was supposed to be somewhere. I’m pretty sure my grandma’s house was where I was going. Right?

“No weapon against you shall prosper mija,” My grandma squeezed my hand “You are stronger than you know,”

“I know. Thank you,”

I’d got here and we had a 30 minute conversation about my mental health without outright saying anything about mental health. It was just mostly her taking shots at my dad. With the exception of her telling me I was dressed like una furcia.

“Okay well,” I pushed up off the couch “I just came to bring some clothes and I need to get back anyway,”

“Get back to where, where are staying?” She asked.

“Oh you remember MJ right?” I lied.

“Oh yes, I like that lil’ girl,”

I went into the guest room to where my sisters were staying. I could hear rustling as I got closer to the room. I flicked on the lights. To see both of my sisters asleep. It was only 10:30 so that was highly unlikely.

“I know you’re not sleep it’s just me,”

They peeled open their eyes, sitting up.

“I come bearing gifts,” I announced kneeling down next to the bag.

I placed the bag on the floor carefully so I wouldn’t hurt Salem.

Sapphire squealed when she saw her.

“You got Salem? I missed her!”

“Well actually, I just brought clothes,” I dumped them on the bed “Aaliyah come here?” I asked.

She hopped down from the bed.

“All of Sapphire’s clothes are over there but I know we’re like the same size so pick what you want,” I told her.

She took at least half of what I had but I wasn’t complaining because at least she wasn’t going behind my back and taking them.

“Okay but like am I really allowed to hate my father like cause,” I tried to move only to immediately lose balance “Shit- but like can I even hate my dad if I do the same shit he does, like maybe, maybe it’s like some contractual blood magic shit and I’m just destined to be a shitty person,” I was sending videos to some group chat I didn’t know who was in it because I couldn’t really read the name I just know Harry was the only one responding.

“I get it being like your parents is scary but you’re not and I won’t let you be like that, now get some sleep please,” Harry reassured.

“NO! It’s like,” I struggled to get the sentence out “It’s like crazy because before I existed it like someone fucking planted this, like it- it’s a-,” I hit my forehead on each word as if I could physically knock them out. “It’s a seed in my brain and it’s only going to grow as I get older and I’m just gonna be an asshole, it’s fucking happening already and I-“ Carmen came into the living room I flipped the camera onto her “Say hi!” I slurred.

“Y/N you okay?” She said making her way over to me. I stopped the video and sent it.

“I’m fine how are you?”

“I thought you went to bed,” she ignored my question.

“I did. Then I couldn’t sleep,” I leaned back onto the couch. She crouched down next to me feeling my forehead.

“You have a fever,” She claimed.

“No I don’t! Why does everyone keep saying that?” I whined.

“Are you high?” She moved closer to my face.

“No I’m not fucking high,”

“You’re slurring your words,” She pointed out moving into the kitchen “What’d you take?”

“What?”

“I said what’d you take,” She going into one of the cabinets “I know you’re not drunk because you don’t smell like alcohol and you don't smell like weed, so I’ll ask you again,”

“I didn’t take anything, I'm not high!” I explained.

“It was Benadryl wasn’t it?” She came back into the living room and handed me a glass of water. “You know that stuff kills people,”

“Yeah I think I of all people would know that,” Truth is I wasn’t lying. I didn’t take anything. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, maybe sleep deprivation.

“True,” She sat down on the floor next to me “You know how I said I can tell when it’s getting bad,” I nodded. “Well like I was saying before it’s getting bad for you-”

“No it’s not,” I interrupted “I’m literally the happiest I’ve ever been today,”

“I was getting there,” She held her hands up in an attempt to placate me “That’s just the calm before the storm it’s mania,”

“I’m not manic! Stop trying to psychoanalyze me I’m perfectly fine,”

I must've woken Salem up because I could hear her footsteps as she paddled over to me and sat in my lap. It’s like she knew when I was getting angry.

“That’s the thing you’re not fine, just let me know when you’re ready to admit that,” She pushed off the ground using her hands “Try to get some sleep please and thank you,”

I think it was the weight and warmth of Salem on my chest that finally lulled me to sleep like a weighted blanket.

“Sapphire!” I yelled to catch her attention “Stop running you’re gonna hurt yourself,”

She slowed down before making her way back to Aaliyah and the other kids at this birthday party.

I sat back down on the table’s bench before getting back on my phone. I saw this post one time about how people use technology to distract themselves so they can't have the chance to have a depressive thought. Then I decided to prove that theory wrong so I put my phone up and I thought.

And boy did I have a lot to think about. The biggest thing on my mind was why. Why did Tony Stark come after me? Why did the guy with the gun come after me? Why did my mom feel the need to make an “Incase I die” video? Why did she have connections to people like Kingpin? Why did she even know Wade? Wasn’t he some science experiment gone wrong?

Then that got me thinking what if I was a science experiment gone. What if that’s why Tony Stark wanted to experiment on me. What if that was under the orders of someone from SHIELD, because how would he have known about me otherwise.

Welp, there was only one way to find out.

“Okay I’m in,” I settled. “What do I have to do?”

“Uh are you sure?” Tony asked.

“Positive,” I affirmed.

“Well first we would probably do some blood tests and an MRI. Then see where that takes us.” He looked back over at me “Can you do this tomorrow?”

“Yeah tomorrow works for me,”

“Great,” He clapped his hands together “I’ll send Happy to pick you up from school,”

“No it’s fine I can get here myself.”

“It’s a different location,” He revealed.

“Okay tell me where it is and I’ll make it there myself,”

“I can’t not even I know where it is,”

“Fine, I’ll do this, but only if I can bring a friend,” I requested “You know for safety reasons?”

“Safety reasons? Do you not trust me?”

“Not really…”

“Wow okay, you can bring this friend,”

“Who doesn’t trust Iron man?'' I heard him mutter to himself as I made my way out of the building.

I always thought the apocalypse would come in colors. The sky flashing from red to pink to purple to orange. Then there would be a loud sound almost like the Big Bang. Then nothing. I had a vivid imagination when I was younger.

I guess I was wrong though because it was already here and the sky was as blue as ever. And the air was as humid as ever in this crusty ass building.

“I told you already I’m not a soldier you’re gonna have to pay me for this,” I spoke into the comms.

“Shh,” Tony hushed “Just wait for your target.”

Life hadn’t been all that bad. Just for the past two weeks I’d been training with Peter since at the end of the week that I agreed to testing, Spiderman joined in the Avengers officially. Which, good for him I guess.

Trying to get my brain back on track now. I’d been training with Peter and now we’re going on our first mission. I was not loyal to Tony at all. Nor would I ever be. I’m not calling him Mr. Stark like Peter does either, he doesn’t deserve it. I was trying to look up my mom with the information Felicia gave me and I saw she was listed as level orange in a shield file. Whatever that means.

One thing it meant was I couldn’t back out just yet now.

This would be one deep inside job.

“Peter?” I whispered into the comms

“Hello?” He asked.

“Where are you?”

“I’m guarding the entrance like I was told too?” He asked more than stated.

“Well, come here,”

“But Mr. Stark said-“

“I don’t care what Mr. Stark said come here,” I interjected without even thinking about the fact he could’ve been listening in somehow.

“Yes?” He questioned once he was standing in front of me.

“Take my role for a second,” I pulled my gun out the holster “You know how to use a gun right?”

I thought back to the last time we’d actually fought as our alter egos. Except then he didn’t know it was me and he still doesn’t. He definitely didn’t know how to use a gun then let’s just hope he did now.

“You know what, I don’t have time just take it,” I placed the gun in his palm before speeding off.

“Wait!” He called out “Aren’t you defenseless now?”

“I’ll be fine baby boy,” I called back.

I made my way into the farthest depths of the warehouse. I’d been here once before. That was before I knew Felicia and we’d gotten into a scuffle about a diamond. Let’s just say I was young and I went home bruised that day.

Apparently I was under the impression she had it and she was under the impression I had it this whole time. So maybe. Just maybe it was still there. It was somewhere in the back last time I checked.

There it was. I grabbed it and recoiled when I heard a voice accompanied by the sharp zap in my body.

“Looking for something?” They asked. I turned around only to be faced with a large burly almost Frankenstein looking man.

“Oh yeah I was looking for you actually, you just made my job a lot easier,”

As if my words were a signal for him. They probably were. He lunged forward towards me with his left side fully open. I evaded and left a sharp kick to his side.

He wailed out in pain before slinging me backward as I tried to reach for the diamond off the floor.

I skidded across the floor before hopping back to my feet.

“I found the guy,” I spoke into the comms.

“Who are you talking to?” The target teased.

“Your mom,” I taunted.

“Hey!” He cried.

“Where are you?” I heard Peter ask I didn’t get a chance to answer because the man swung at me again.

That hit made contact with my shoulder. He continued to swing and I continued to walk backwards. I realized almost too late that I was backing myself into a corner.

I’m not sure where or who I heard this from maybe Wade but sometimes the only point your opponent has his guard down is mid punch.

I scrambled for my knife, fingers dancing around the holster on my waist as my feet continued to slide along the pavement underneath me. Just as the man swung at me again I sent my knife towards his torso. Except it didn’t make contact. And I had never missed before, especially not from this close.

I was confused until I realized it was because I heard that all familiar wet sticky sound of Spider-Man’s web shooters except this time I was glad to hear it.

Peter webbed the man's arms and mouth all while my fingers went lax in shock for only a moment but one moment too long.

The knife clattered to the ground making a noise that drew Peter’s attention. I tried to swipe it away with my foot but Peter had already grabbed it.

“This is Thorns knife,” He spoke calmly and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or if it was for himself.

“And how would you have Thorns knife unless you were,” I saw his eyes light up as he made the connection. “Wait, you’re Thorn, holy shit, I’m so stupid how’d I not notice before,”

“Peter seriously you can’t tell anyone,”

He looked up as if he were just noticing I was still there.

“Don’t worry I won’t be saying anything at all,”

Yeah, this was definitely the apocalypse because I don’t know if it was just me but life was ending.

Another silent ride and I realized exactly what he’d meant when he said he wouldn’t say anything. He was giving me the silent treatment.

Which was odd because usually he talks the most on these rides. After we got over the initial awkwardness of the whole fire and Vulture thing we fell back into the way of things. Well if he was going to play this game I would too because what’s that saying? It takes two to tango.

Taglist:

@tomdiddlyumptious

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latetaektalk · 4 years ago

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tag games

tagging : @cosmoguk @jtrbluv @yeojaa @opaljm @sleepyjhs @gyukult @jentwt @cafemiya @masterninjacow @gamerkooks and everyone else that has tagged me

tag game one : fic writers ask game

tagged by : @luvdsc thanks cat! this is super fun ✨

Which new trope would you like to try writing?

ex-friends-to-lovers!! in general i love any ex type of tropes!! a heist! au would be fun too

Which trope do you want to write again?

exes! like, i genuinely love that trope so much and feel like theres not enough out there!

Which draft are you most excited to post?

i dont write multiple stories at the same time, so the newest chapter of love to hate you

Is there any new genre you want to explore?

hm i guess fluff? i kinda write angst by default because i think fluff is kinda... boring and not dramatic enough, so i guess i wanna try out fluff!

Do you have a favorite line in any of your drafts up to now?

“Can’t you at least pretend like you think I’m funny?”

“Yeah, that costs extra.”

“And you scolded Jisoo for exploiting me,” Jungkook bit back.

“Well, you said you’re all mine to exploit, didn’t you?” you hummed, scrunching your nose. “You are my boyfriend after all, right?”

Jungkook stared at you, blinked three times before tilted his head to the side and tongued his cheek, defeat.

“Touché.”

Have you decided on any creative goals for 2021?

not really! i just try to write, have fun and improve honestly!

Describe your journey on this blog last year in three words! And three more words for what you hope for 2021!

2020: growth, friendships, fun

2021: growth, friendships, fun (dont really wanna change anything! im having fun!)

tag game two : 10 songs, 10 people

rules : you can tell a lot about a person from the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. then tag ten people. no skipping!

playlist chosen : love to hate you

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

anything you want - jawny

can i call you tonight? - dayglow

heartbreak in a box - juice

daydreaming - marc wavy

lover boy - phum viphurit

let’s fall in love for tonight - finneas

dontmakemefallinlove - cuco

strangers in a dream - phum viphurit

afterglow - taylor swift

tag game three : interview

rules : answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

tagged by : @lcksndkys thank you so much! these are a ton of fun ✨

name/nickname : linh

pronouns : she/her

star sign : scorpio

height : around 170 cm or 5′7

time currently : 10:30 pm

when is your birthday : nov 9th

favorite band/groups : exo, red velvet, bts, nct, superm, blackpink, twice

favorite solo artist : taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, finneas

song stuck in your head : gone by rose

last movie you watched : get smart, i think

last show you binged : taskmaster

when you created your (main) blog : like april 2019 maybe?

last thing you googled : how many seconds in a year

other blogs : this and my recs blog

why i chose my url : like late night talk, so i turned the night into taek because of taehyung, baekhyun and taeyong afdfsa

how many people are you following : 305

how many followers do you have : around 1.7k

average hours of sleep : uh not much? idk online class is kinda killing my sleep schedule

lucky number : 7

instruments : piano

dream job : dont know, but something that i enjoy and make good money at?

dream trip : vietnam, china, south korea, japan, england, france, netherlands

favorite food : potatoes, salmon, dim sum

nationality : chinese

favorite song : cruel summer by taylor swift,, its literally my most played song of 2020

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in : marvel, atla, we bare bears

tag game four : this or that

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

tag game five : ten biases tag

rules : write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions

seulgi

baekhyun

taehyung

joohyun

jungkook

jennie

chaeyoung

nayeon

mark

jongin

1. between 1 and 4 who would you rather kiss?

uhm cant i just kiss both? i could never choose between the two sadfsd

2. between 2 and 7 who would be your best friend?

chaeyoung because she speaks english but also because i feel like she and i would hit it off better

3. between 5 and 10 who has the better voice?

love jongin and his voice, but yeah jungkook

4. between 1 and 8 who is the funniest?

ohh thats hard, but i think its nayeon adsfas

5. between 6 and 9 who would you date?

jennie. if i have the chance to date kim fucking jennie, im dating kim fucking jennie. bye mark im not even sorry

6. between 9 and 10, who would you do a collaboration with?

mark! i feel like working with him would be so funny because he just talks and talks and talks asdfdas

7. between 4 and 8 who is the best dancer?

joohyun!

8. between 3 and 5 who would you most likely marry?

uhm uhm uhm- i think im gonna go with taehyung? mainly because of yeontan asdadsf

9. between 1 and 7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

seulgi no fucking question asdfsd like sorry, bestie chaeyoung, but seulgi just owns my heart :((

10. between 2 and 3 who has the better smile?

i dont think this is fair at all?? because both have such gorgeous smiles?? im not choosing asdfs

11. between 6 and 8 who would you vacation with?

jennie! feel llike she would pay for everything and kinda spoil me,, also feel like she would want to do the craziest shit

#linh.tagged

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sparkles-and-trash · 5 years ago

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My fav 3 versions/interpretations of South Park characters thing!

I’m so sorry this took much longer than anticipated, I was gonna do it Friday but then I had a panic attack for the first time in forever because my CFS have been real bad lately and I was in such bad shape my BFF had to come and smack me back to life, and Sunday was suddenly full on breakdown day, a bad BPD episode and yeah, it was rough, but today I’m doing better and I realize nobody really cares about my personal issues lol but I just have a need to excuse myself here and I realize that’s kinda dumb but here we are ANYWAYS I hope these are okay, and that these are in no way the RIGHT interpretations, just my personal favorites!

Kyle:

suggested by the wonderful @otherluces <3

I’m not gonna lie, I love nerdy, preppy Kyle. Sweater-vests, collard shirts, doesn’t realize how attractive he is Kyle, oblivious to people having crushes on him Kyle, set on Harvard to become a lawyer and fight for justice and argue for a living, yanno?

I also really like the more dorky and nerdy Kyle, where he has really niché interests that he gets totally invested in and talks about 24/7, loves reading and studying, but not just to get good results, but because he genuinly enjoys it.

The last version I can think of with him, is the tall, lanky and kinda hard to read Kyle. He keeps a lot of his feelings to himself, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them. He plays basketball, he’s good at it too, and while he does well in school and everyone expects him to go into law, he has some totally different dream he keeps to himself for now. He kinda perks up a bit when in smaller crowds, esp with his cloest friends, but he still carries a lot of secrets that some time needs to come out.

Tweek:

suggested by my new fren @soft-craig-and-tweek ^^

I like Tweek in so many ways these were hard to pick, but I’mma try to narrow it down a bit and not go totally off haha

I actually quite enjoy the jagged, tired Tweek, the one who with help from friends and family manage to get off the meth his parents feed him secretly, but who still struggle with withdrawal, dark bags under his eyes, kinda pale and with sharp features, but he’s still a sweet and kind boy, a boy who wants to make the right choices and change the world to a better place, but who still has a darkness he carries, and the fact that he never gives up that fight is what makes him so special

and okay I have to be honest, I do love myself some sunshine boy Tweek. This Tweek still has issues, he is maybe even more anxious than the last one, but he’s also just as vibrant and energetic as he is anxious! He is an artist, he paints with bright colors, he composes beautiful, hopeful melodies, he feels everything so much, and he is a contagious and exciting person to be around. Cannot dress for the life of him. So much mis-match and odd outfits, but it kinda works?

The last one I’m gonna mention for this wonderful boy, is the more alternative Tweek. He writes obscure poetry, he watches too many conspiracy theory videos on youtube, he draws the monsters in his mind, and he writes the scariest, most hauntingly beautiful stories on the internet, and people online love him. He has no idea how to deal with being popular in that sense, because irl he is the type to not belong to a certain friend group, but he does go along well with most people on a surface level. Dark circles, shaky hands, crooked and cute smiles, baggy t-shirts and ripped jeans. When he first opens up to someone, he really, really does, and he will always support and be there for you. If you deserve it, that is.

Nichole:

also suggested by @soft-craig-and-tweek <3

I love nerdy Nichole who isn’t afraid to show it! Maybe she’s a streamer or youtube gamer even, I can def see her writing fanfiction, and being hella good at it too! Makes quite a name for herself online, and hangs out with the boys a lot irl, has game nights with the boys from Board Girls (even Cartman sometimes), is funny in a sarcastic way, but never mean.

Popular girl Nichole is also a favorite for me, but not in the “classical” sense. I imagine her to be a sporty, maybe on both the basket and volleyball team, captain for the basket one, she’s a born leader, she’s kind and fair, but can also be strict, and people always trust her to be honest and true.

Artsy Nichole!! I imagine her in bright yellow dresses and with her hair flowing and free, with flowers in her hair, freckles on her face, a big, genuine smile, a loud laughter that is so contagious, she loves spending time with Jimmy because they have a very similar humor, and she’s a theater kid, she sings like an angel and can act, oh boy can she act, she can make anyone laugh or cry in just a blink of an eye, she’s just a human sun-ray and I love her a lot

Butters:

suggested by @kinguidamundo, thank you so much!!

I love edgy Butters soooo much??? Like, he’s still a kind and bright boy, but he can also stand up for himself a lot more, he likes fashion a lot, he gets tattoos and piercings, he explores tons of ways to express himself, he’s a yes-dude, he goes out on dates a lot, but isn’t ready for a “real” relationship yet, but he enjoys meeting people and testing out himself around different types of people! Also he is a bi icon change my mind jk u can’t

I have a weak spot for the kind of soft and timid looking Butters too, who wears pastel colors and have big, innocent eyes, he is genuine and kind, but he carries something darker inside, something he isn’t sure how to deal with, something that scares him, but in reality it’s just normal feelings, anger, resentment and fear, but he’s lived his life ignoring them so much they catch him off guard at times. He learns to live with them slowly, and he does so with lots of help and patience from friends and loved ones.

Okay, last one, totally self-indulging here, but yeah, happy sunflower boy is also a big favorite. He is more confident than the previous version, but in a gullible way if that makes any sense? He believes the best in people, and if he is proven wrong, he’s willing to try to help them become better people, if they want to or not! This is honestly the version I love most with Stan, Butters being the ray of sunshine in Stan’s life and Stan being the realism to keep Butters grounded and them both supporting each other so much? Fuck yeah that’s the good stuff.

Clyde:

suggested by @horrorpumpkin, ty sm friend! <3

Himbo Clyde!!! Jock dude who genuinely loves sports, he’s a team player, and while he might not be super intellectual, he is very socially smart, he is kind and empathic, he is funny and likable, he always tries his best to make everyone feel included, and while he loves chicks a lot, and is a sexual dude, he does it with nothing but respect and admiration for the ladies!

Bisexual disaster Clydeeee <3 obv being bi isn’t a personality trait, but he is very open about it, he wants to be confident and good at flirting, but goddamn is he a MESS! He’s also a huge supporter of every single relationship his friends is in, he loves love, in all shapes and forms, he is emotional and kind and awkward in an endearing way.

Can’t leave out crybaby Clyde, can we now? He’s a bit of an awkward bean as well, but he owns it a bit more. He is kinda like a puppy, a cute, excitable and emotional puppy who loves his friends, video games and lazy movie nights, kinda chubby, he loves baking and does it a lot with Tweek, he is also a huge nerd for Harry Potter and totally geek out over it with Kyle and Nichole sdhlksgdhl

Kenny:

suggested by anon!

First up I guess I should put my high school AU Kenny. I know it’s controversial, but I imagine this Kenny to be more on the quiet side, but not really in a shy way. He’s just a bit of an observer who doesn’t speak unless he really sees fit, and while he still has his crude humor and is kinda rumored to be sleeping around a lot, he actually struggle with intimacy issues. He never imagined them to include sexual stuff, but turns out they do, and balancing being sexually open and curious and having these issues ain’t easy on the boy, let me tell you that.

This one is kinda heavily inspired by Luces, but I love him as kind and loyal, but also a bit more chatty and charming, but not for his own gain. He wants others to feel good about themselves, in social settings, his friends, during sexy times, he is selfless and good, but he is also living for the moment, he is a likable and wonderful guy, but he does still only REALLY open up emotionally to people he really trusts. Not traditionally attractive, but interesting looking in a way. Lots of freckles, bit of buck teeth with a big gap between his front teeth, messy kinda curly hair, long straight nose. Always wears baggy hoodies and worn out jeans, shrugs and gives that lopsided smile when people ask him about anything personal.

Mysterious Kennyyyy. You think you know him, everyone does, but in reality, very few have seen the real him. He likes people, and he likes to help them, he’s always down to listen to people’s problems and help them, he wants to inspire kids like himself to never give up and think there’s only one path for them, because he knows there is not. Volunteers at the animal shelter with Stan, works part time at Tweek Bro’s and is good buddies with Tweek. Had a early sexual debut, slept around a bit and got his heart broken unexpectedly when he was a Freshman, so there are some walls there now, but he ain’t usually one to turn down someone who’s up for it and whom with he has good chemistry either.

#kyle broflovski #tweek tweak #nichole daniels #leopold butters stotch #butters stotch #clyde donovan #kenny mccormick #south park #south park headcanon #south park headcanons #sp #South Park tag #sp kenny #sp butters #sp clyde #sp nichole #sp tweek #sp kyle

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reddesertcolbs · 5 years ago

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spongebob tattoo // colson baker

who else thinks colson should get a spongebob tattoo?

requested: yes

summary: you’re a tattoo artist and your boyfriend colson asks you to tattoo him.

word count: 1.6k words.

warnings: swear words (i think there’s only one but still), mention of blood, slight mention of sexual acts towards the end?

masterlist

the gold bell chimes, as the tall blonde walks through the black door to the tattoo shop that you work at. immediately, he is greeted to the sound of tattoo machines buzzing, and the soft music that the customer has picked so they can comfortably be tattooed for hours.

colson smiles in the direction of the desk, as he walks towards it. standing up, your coworker holds his hand out to shake colson’s hand as he sticks his out to greet him, before taking a seat on the chair behind the desk again.

“hey man, is y/n here?” colson asks, glancing at the male behind the black desk, as he picks up a pencil and spins it in a circle with his fingers, before looking around the quiet shop searching for your figure.

“hey, yeah she’s in the back. you can go through if you’d like.” he responds, nodding his head into the direction of white door before placing his right headphone back into his ear.

“cheers, see you in a minute.” he smiles, before making his way to white door, which is to the right of the desk.

opening the door, colson cringes as it squeaks before walking further into the room with a huge grin on his face, as he glances into your direction. your back is on display to him, as your head dances along with the beat playing through your headphones.

he leans against the water machine with his arms crossed with his bottom lip between his teeth as a smile is threatening to spill, watching you with an amused expression. slowly, colson begins to stroll towards you and stops once he is standing behind you, before resting his head on top of yours.

“holy shit,” you gasp, pulling out your headphones, as you hold your very fast beating heart and turn around to see a smug colson, so you throw him a scowl. “baby, you scared me, jesus.”

“what are you working on?” he asks, ignoring your teasing scowl as he pulls out a chair and sits next to you, so he can have a better look at the drawing that’s on display.

“just a custom thigh piece for a new customer,” you beam, loving the way colson is so intrigued with every design that you draw. “she’s coming in next week, so i’m trying to make it look even better. the white highlights here and here,” you point to the petals that are scattered on the page, before diverting your gaze to colson’s face with a huge smile on your face as he looks at you in awe. “will complete the design. why are you staring at me like that?”

“you just look and sound so attractive when you talk about your work,” he chuckles, glancing all over your face before looking back down at the flower drawing. “the design already looks amazing, baby. you should leave it as it is.”

“thank you, cols.” you grin, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his scruff covered cheek, before pulling away to study the flower as well. “i just want to add a few more leaves, here and here.” you say, pointing at the blank spaces.

he nods his head in acknowledgment, as he lifts up his sleeves to his long sleeved black shirt, as he tries to find a blank space. grinning in your direction, he points his index finger to the tattooless skin on his forearm.

“wanna tattoo me here?” he asks, searching your face as you focus your attention onto his forearm before running your fingers over the bare skin.

“when? now?” you quiz, moving your eyes up to his face, so you can search for any signs of hesitation.

“yeah, why not? only if you have time.” he shrugs, smirking at you as you knit your eyebrows in confusion at his sudden decision.

“well, my next client is in,” you begin, clicking the screen of your phone to check the time before looking back at your handsome boyfriend with a smile. “about an hour, what do you have in mind?”

“that’s plenty of time for you to work your magic on my arm, lovie.” he winks, before resting his arm on the table and moving to lean his head onto his palm, as you pick up the pencil again, and turn the page over. “do whatever you want, you know i don’t care about what tattoos i get. as long as you’ve drawn it, i don’t care what it is, angel.”

beaming at him, you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth as you focus your attention onto the now blank page. knitting your brows in concentration, you begin to glide the pencil over the page, as colson watches you in amazement.

“okay, it’s not huge because the space is tiny,” you lift the page up so he can see it better, and observe his face as his eyes scan over the page with a smile. “but, i know you love spongebob so it’s only right that you get him tattooed, baby.”

“perfect, i love it. thank you.” he leans forward and presses his plump lips onto yours, and hums in satisfaction as he feels your lips kiss him back. pulling away with a grin,

“i’m glad, let’s go and set up.” you smile, standing up from the seat and holding your right hand out for him to grab, whilst gripping colson’s spongebob tattoo design in your left hand.

grabbing your hand tightly, colson stands up from his chair and follows you closely as you walk towards the white door again, opening it up and holding it open for him to step through, and you both make your way to the tattoo stations.

placing the drawing on the side, you let go off colson’s hand, as he stands next to you with his arms folded, gazing at you intently as you set up the area.

“okay you ready?” turning around, you move your hands to rest on his folded forearms, looking up at him with an excited smile.

“yeah, let’s do this.” he returns the smile. immediately after, he quickly presses his lips against yours again before taking a seat on the clingfilmed wrapped bench, as he rolls his sleeve up again, whilst you place clean black gloves over your hands. “where do you want my arm?”

“just rest it here, keep it still okay? if it hurts you can swear all you’d like.” you wink teasingly, chuckling as he rolls his eyes at you, before he rests his arm on top of the arm rest.

“baby, i don’t know if you have noticed but i can handle the pain of tattoos.” he smirks, glancing down at his arm as you wipe it over with the cleaning solution, and sticking the stencil onto the bare skin.

“shut up,” shaking your head teasingly, you gaze at the positioning of the stencil before adverting your gaze up at colson. “how does that look?”

“i trust you, baby. if you think it looks good, then it looks good.” he says, nodding his head in encouragement.

“okay, but don’t hate me if you end up disliking it.” chuckling before pursing your lips in concentration, as you peer up at him, before looking back down at the sponge that is sitting on colson’s arm, before nodding, happy with the placement.

you pick up the tattoo machine and dip it into the black ink, gazing up at colson as you balance the machine in your hand.

“ready?” you ask, searching his face but a massive smile makes its way onto your face, as he nods his head with a hum and a genuine smile is situated onto his lips.

during the tattoo, colson can’t help but admire you as you knit your brows together in concentration and hum along to the tune that is playing in the background of the shop. occasionally, you ask him ‘how’re you doing?’ before removing access ink and blood, and every time he answers ‘absolutely fine, love’, earning a grin and a flick of yours eyes up at him.

the tattoo doesn’t take long, as it is only a black outline of spongebob with little to no detail, except for a little shading inside his sponge holes. the buzzing of the tattoo machine comes to a halt, as you carefully place it on to the side and wipe over colson’s fresh tattoo with the cleaning solution.

“all done, take a look.” you say, sending a smile into his direction as he lifts up the arm and glances over his new tattoo with a chuckle.

“i think this is my new favourite, i love it. thank you, angel.” he grins, studying the sponge tattoo as you stand up to grab some cling film to wrap the tattoo.

“good, because it’s on your forever now, baby.” you send him a happy smile, as wrap his fresh tattoo and secure it with tape. “want me to discuss aftercare with you?”

“nope, i’m all good,” he smirks, grabbing your hands to hold them, after you discard your black gloves into the bin. “plus, there is a positive side to living with a tattoo artist.”

you loop your arms around his neck, and bring him in for a gentle kiss, humming in admiration as he wraps his arms around your waist, careful not to rest too much pressure onto the area that’s just been tattooed.

“how much do i owe you?” he asks, pulling away and leaning up to pull his wallet out of his pocket.

“shut up, don’t be stupid. it’s only small, you don’t owe me anything, baby.” you shake your head, as he opens the wallet and digs through it. “just repay me with kisses and back rubs.”

“no love, i can’t not pay you for this. you’ve used your time and materials for me, please let me pay.” he begs, gripping your hands in his, as he gently rubs his thumb over the top of your soft skin.

“no, colson. honestly it’s fine, i promise.” you respond, leaning down slightly so you can quickly press your lips to his, to further prove your point. “you can repay me in a different way.”

your right eye drops into a wink as he sends you a knowing smirk, and the two of you weren’t sitting in your place of work that is surrounded by your colleagues, he would definitely take you up on the offer straight away.

“fine,” he sighs, before standing up and wrapping one arm around your neck to pull you close to him, pressing his lips to your forehead. “just ask and you’ll receive, my love.”

request here

#colson baker #colson baker blurb #colson baker imagine #colson x reader #colson baker x reader

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1994sunflower · 4 years ago

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a little request for the heaven to you series y/n gets her first tattoo and because micheal’s protective over... maybe you could write a little something about that. 💞

this is a little shorter than usual but it’s just the simple, fluffy thing i think we all need after locked out of heaven. and just so no one gets confused on this or any upcoming one-shots, this does not take place during the locked out of heaven time period.

in which you get your first tattoo

“We can still go home if you want.” Michael said for what felt like the millionth time since he had picked you up from your apartment. His hand was gripping yours tightly as you walked down the familiar street that would eventually lead you to a small tattoo parlor at the corner of the college town.

An amused smile sprung to your face. You leaned your head to his upper arm and wrapped your free hand around his arm in an attempt to calm his nerves. You never would have thought that when you were getting your first tattoo, you’d be the most calm one.

But you should’ve guessed when you told him earlier that week.

“No.” Michael crossed his heaving tattooed arms and the intricate artwork on his neck was exposed to you as he lifted his head up surprise. In fact, this was probably the first time you’d seen him so caught off guard. His eyes had a defiant glint to them, as if daring you to contradict him.

Maybe if you were anyone else, you wouldn’t have. But you were his girlfriend and he didn’t scare you. You crossed your own arms. “I’m not asking you, Michael. I’m telling you.”

Michael clenched his jaw, “If I said anything that would make you feel pressured to do this…”

You were standing at the doorway of his room and he was sitting on his bed, fuming like he was having a temper tantrum. It was funny to see, really. Having him completely covered in tattoos yet still trying to talk you down from getting one yourself.

It was amusing so you couldn’t help but giggle as you glided to him, straddling him. His hands came to rest on your hip like it was a reflex.

“Don’t worry, I’m not doing this for the wrong reasons.” You touched your nose to him with a reassuring smile. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I wanted you to know.”

“I’m just saying this isn’t something you have to do. Just because it’s my scene doesn’t mean I want it to be yours.” Michael’s hands came up to your hair to play with it.

“It’s not something bad I’m getting into because of you, Mikey. It’s not something like drugs or alcohol, just a small little tattoo.” You tilted your head as you stared into his worried eyes. “And because I know you like them so much, I thought you’d want to be a part of the experience.”

He was still silent under you so you decided to sweeten the deal. “Come on, you don’t think I’ll look hot with a tattoo, even a small one?”

Michael looked away, “Fine. But I’m going with you, just in case.”

You had been surprised he had been so open minded about it. Turned it, he had just thought you’d back out before you actually went through with it.

“I’m fine, Mikey.” You smiled up at him to accentuate just how fine, and frankly excited, you were.

But he didn’t look convinced. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Why wouldn’t I want to?”

“You don’t even like tattoos, you never seemed interested in them before.”

He was right. You’d never been interested in tattoos. Not only was the pain enough to turn you off from them but there’d just never been anything that you thought was worth putting on your body permanently. But then you met him. And you saw the artwork on his skin. The beautiful intricate works that lined his entire upper body. They were beautiful and for the first time in your life you saw tattoos for what they work, pieces of art. You had a newfound appreciation for them and, after much thought, you knew you wanted one too. A small one but one nonetheless.

“Of course I like tattoos, I love yours. They’re hot.” You ran your finger along his arms, fingers and even neck to prove your point. And you knew getting him just a bit aroused from your touch would help ease his constant chatter. For the first time, you wished he would stop talking. Or at least stop trying to talk you out of it.

And maybe it did and that was why his features softened. “I told you before, I don’t want you doing shit just because I do or because you think I want you to.”

His eyes bored into you as he continued. “Be honest. If you weren’t dating me, would you have ever thought of getting a tattoo?”

You closed your eyes in dread. You knew the answer and you knew it was exactly what Michael didn’t want to hear. “Michael...” You sighed in exasperation, pulling away just slightly thought he never let go of your hand.

But you didn’t even have to say it because your reaction spoke volumes. He scoffed and shook his head. “Exactly. This is what I’ve been saying, you’re getting it because I’m influencing you in a bad way and that’s the last thing I want to do, Y/N.”

Squeezing his arm, you stopped the two of you from walking. The shop was so close you could see the door. You leaned up on your tiptoes and place a chaste kiss on his lips. “I know but trust me, I’m not doing it because you’re ‘influencing’ me or whatever you think. I’ve been wanting it for a while now. And yes it might have something to do with the fact that I’m dating you but it’s only because you showed me a new appreciation for them. It’s a good thing Michael. Think of it as…..you’re inspiring me.”

You could see the wheels turning in Michael’s head, rotating from being supportive to still wanting to keep you as genuine to yourself as possible. But his eventual slow nod but it clear that he had figured out that you weren’t attempting to change to please him, it was something you wanted. You knew if it was something more serious, one of the worser things he did in his personal life like drugs or drinking, he’d push a lot harder and probably wouldn’t even have let you get to this point.

You felt his hand come up and push some of your hair behind your ear. “You know it’s going to hurt, right?” His voice was soft and his eyes worried. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

You sighed dreamily up at him. He wasn’t one to show much emotion so to hear such sweet words leave his mouth was a gift for you. You nodded, reaching up to touch his wrist gently. “I know but I think I can handle it.”

How he could treat you so roughly in bed but act as if you were a fragile little thing everywhere else was beyond you. But you watched as his eyes scanned your face, looking for the slightest hesitancy in your expression before he began leading you again.

“Okay, but I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Which he was. From the moment you entered the shop, he never wandered off even though you knew by the various designs covering the walls and tables that this was definitely the type of place with the type of art he would love to spend time staring and wandering off in.

You didn’t mean to feel intimidated when you went to the front desk but as the tattooed worker leaned over the counter to stare at you, his eyes raking from your head to toe in a way that made you feel like you stood out very much, you couldn’t help but fiddle with your fingers nervously.

“What do you want?” The tone was bored and dismissive, almost mocking.

It was then that the nerves Michael had felt from the beginning were overtaking you. It wasn’t regret you were feeling but more of a disbelief. You were really doing this. And it didn’t help that the first person to great you wasn’t the nicest.

“Oh..I, um…”

Michael had his arms crossed beside you, his eyes narrow and challenging. With the tattoos lining up his arms and the dangerous aura he exuded, he looked intimidating and confident even in this place that was so out of your comfort zone. But it dawned on you that while this was new territory of you, Michael felt familiar with these dealings, with these surroundings.

“What the fuck does it look like?” The worried and sweet Michael was gone when he dealt with others. The cold, threatening and calculating one took his place.

For once you were glad you brought Michael along. He was protective from the beginning, wanting to make sure he wasn’t corrupting you to the point where you were becoming self destructive, wanting to make sure you were confident about everything you were doing especially since it was permanent. But now being there, he was going to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible for you because he wanted you to be as comfortable and safe as possible. And you loved him for it.

Michael was at your side when you signed the waivers and when you were called in to actually get the tattoo done.

The nervousness made each step feel reflexive, even when you sat down, you weren’t exactly sure you were all there. You weren’t sure if you were more nervous because this was such a new experience or because of the inevitable pain.

You watched as the tattoo artist’s eyes shot from you to the much taller and brooding Michael beside you. You tried not to notice the way his eyebrows shot up at the very obvious mismatch between the two of you. Which was only highlighted with the fact that your outfits displayed just how many (or lack of) tattoos you each had in your collection.

Michael sat next to you as the artist pulled up a stool in front of you. “Where do you want it?”

Raising your hand, you lowered your index finger and rubbed the flat, bare skin of the side of your middle finger. “Right here, please.”

The tattoo artist took your hand in his, one hand holding your wrist and the other tapping where you had indicated. You saw the way Michael silently watched his every move, like a ticking time bomb daring him to do or say the wrong thing for him to explode. “Alright, just to warn you though, that is one of the most painful locations to get a tattoo. Especially for a first tat-”

“I think she gets it.” Michael growled from beside you, snatching your hand from his grasp. “She’s here to get it done not get a fucking lecture.”

“Michael!” You hissed through gritted teeth. A deep blush took over your face as you stared at the artist sheepishly, “I’m so sorry about him.”

The man chuckled nervously but nodded. He stayed silent for the rest of the time. You weren’t really mad at Michael, you knew he was just trying to make sure everything went fine and that you were fine with everything. He didn’t want you to feel more scared than you already were. Even if he didn’t even want you to be doing it in the first place.

You felt Michael’s fierce eyes on you, ready to jump in at any sign of regret or that you may need him. But instead, you just took his big hand in yours and loved the way he immediately squeezed your hand. You felt much more comfortable like that so you never pulled away.

In fact, when the buzzing and pain started, you just squeezed him hard. So hard you almost worried you were hurt him but then you remembered just how small you were compared to him and figured there was likely nothing you could do would hurt him.

Your eyes squeezed shut too, the tattoo was small but the placing was painful. You were letting out whines before you could even help it and the blush on your face was a very big indicator of how embarrassed you were. That tinged in with the pain were an awful combination.

“How about you give her a moment?” Michael’s words sounded sweet but his tone was cold and threatening. It didn’t give the artist much leeway except to just nod and pull away from you.

You could finally breathe and you released a big breath as you glanced down at your finger. It was halfway done, it was small so in just a minute or so much, it should be done. It was funny how all that pain was for just a tattoo that would take about five minutes to do.

But Michael’s eyes didn’t even glance down, no they stayed directly on your face. His hands ran up and down your arm in comfort. “Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, “Just hurts a lot.”

And you knew that if Michael could, he’d take away your pain in an instant, he’d even take your place. But there wasn’t much he could do besides nod at the artist that was staring at him for his cue to continue. Even if he was years older than both of you, he couldn’t deny the commanding presence Michael had. And he wouldn’t have risked continuing, putting you in pain, without Michael allowing it.

“It’s almost over.” Michael whispered in your ear as the pain continued, making you squeal painfully. But you breathed through your nose as much as you could and closed your eyes again.

Somehow the dark made it feel a little better. Or at least bearable until the buzzing stopped completely and the sharp stabbing pains did as well. The sting was still there even when you opened your eyes again but you didn’t feel like the room was spinning anymore.

It was done. You had your first tattoo and you had the love of your life beside you.

You only really got a good look at it after you left and got back home. Maybe it was the surreal-ness of it all, that you’d gotten something so permanent, something years ago was never even on your radar. Especially getting it all under 20 minutes. It felt like a rush. A painful one but still.

Michael didn’t let you do anything with your hands: not opening doors, not writing, not even pushing the sidewalk button. Even though you tried to explain to him that only one of your fingers (on one of your hands) was sore, he was adamant.

It wasn’t until he set you down on the kitchen counter (the best lit room in the house) that he finally looked down to your wrapped finger. He was close enough that your faces nearly touched as he moved to stand between your thighs. His hands moving down to squeeze your hips.

“What did you get anyway?” He asked, already picking up your hand and slowly pulling down your index finger so he could see.

You smiled brightly as you moved your finger up to his line of sight. Even sitting at an elevated level, you were still just slightly shorter than him. You watched as his eyes took in the twin angel wings, their white color outlined by the black ink and just a hint of blackness seeping into them, tainting the pureness of them in the prettiest way. It was all very representative. Your heart felt full when his eyes darkened and moved up to meet your eyes.

“Shit.”

You smiled brightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. “See, I knew you’d like it.”

The kiss you shared then was slow, languid. One of your hands went to his cheek and his went to your neck, but just barely touched the skin there with the pads of his fingers.

Michael moved so his face was only a breath away from yours. His eyes were still trailing down to your lips, a smirk playing on his lips. “Liking it was never the issue, little one.”

#5sos #michael clifford x reader #bad boy michael #5sos imagines #michael clifford #michael clifford smut #5sos smut #bad boy smut

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girlsbtrs · 3 years ago

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Women in Hardcore Part 2: Lexi Reyngoudt

Written by Jennifer Moglia. Graphic by Moira Ashley.

Welcome back to the second installment of this new series on Girls Behind The Rock Show, consisting of interviews with women and gender-diverse people in the world of hardcore and punk music. We’re hoping that these conversations will shine a spotlight on some of the most inspirational, powerful non-male people in the genre today, and show our readers that music has no gender, regardless of the genre - if you want to be involved in hardcore, you can be involved in hardcore, and your gender identity should never stop you from doing so.

This part of our series is an interview with Lexi Reyngoudt of SPACED, a brand new hardcore band from New York. Their first demo came out this summer, and the love they’ve received for it has been genuinely inspiring.

I got to chat with them about how their involvement in the genre started, what being in the band has been like so far, and what the future holds for her. In a time where so many conversations can be exhausting, chatting with Reyngoudt really recharged my mental batteries, so to speak, and got me excited about hardcore again.

Jennifer Moglia: Thanks so much for taking the time to do this! Could you introduce yourself to our readers?

Lexi Reyngoudt: My name is Lexi Reyngoudt! I am 25 years old and I grew up in a small town called Holley in western New York. My pronouns are she/they.

JM: How did you start listening to hardcore? Do you remember what first got you hooked?

LR: I began listening to hardcore in 2016 and I started out listening to mostly Every Time I Die. I didn't get super hooked on the genre until the first time I listened to the album “Laugh Tracks” by Knocked Loose. That record is what really got me into hardcore and helped me discover more bands.

JM: What is it about hardcore that made you love it and want to be a part of it? Do you still feel that way about the music and the community now?

LR: I attended my first hardcore show at the Waiting Room in Buffalo to see Every Time I Die play one of their Christmas shows. This was my first experience with hardcore and I began to listen to more bands afterward.

I didn't fall in love with the scene until 2019 when I went to see Have Heart play one of their reunion shows outside at the Worcester Palladium. It was so cool to see so many people come together for one band and I was able to discover so many cool bands that day!

I've grown to love the hardcore community even more now, especially with how well-received SPACED's first demo has been.

JM: How did you get to be involved in hardcore, particularly joining SPACED?

LR: Our guitarist Donny was also my tattoo artist and every time I would get tattooed by him we would end up talking about music. After the Have Heart show, I was getting tattooed by him and told him about how I wanted to get more involved with Buffalo hardcore but wasn't really sure where to start.

He mentioned that I should start a band, to which I said I didn't think I had what it took to be in a band since I don't play an instrument. At my next appointment with him, we started to tiptoe around the idea of starting a band together and getting our friends involved too. Next thing you know, he and the other guys in the band were laying down instrumentals and we were writing lyrics for the demo!

JM: Do you think that the genre of hardcore as a whole could or should have more representation for women and gender-diverse people? Is there anything you think could make the genre a better place for you or for others?

LR: Absolutely! I've met some really welcoming people in the hardcore scene, but there are unfortunately a lot of people still who don't want to make it more inclusive. One of the main reasons SPACED became a thing was to get more representation and diversity in hardcore.

I try my best to discover bands with people of color and non-men in them because those bands need as much hype as possible. It's hard being a non-white male trying to put yourself out there and making a band because it's so intimidating.

I think if we encouraged inclusivity and welcomed more people into the scene it would help immensely.

JM: What helps you feel welcomed as a woman/gender-diverse person in the world of hardcore?

LR: I'm lucky enough to be surrounded by people who encourage making the scene more diverse. The guys in the band are so supportive of me and want more non-men and POC to be welcomed into the scene as much as possible.

Like I said before, it's scary putting yourself out there like I did when joining SPACED. This is my first band and I have no prior experience, but when we went into the studio for the first time and I got into the vocal booth, the guys did nothing but praise me and hype me up to make sure I was as confident as possible! I'm so thankful to be in a band with guys who I can trust; all it takes is for more men to be like this to help make the scene more inclusive.

JM: What would you say to a young girl/gender-diverse person who wants to get more involved in hardcore but might feel intimidated or nervous?

LR: I would, first of all, give them my number and tell them if there was any hardcore show they wanted to go to, but were too scared to go to alone that they could always ask me to come with them! Going to shows can be scary, especially if it's in a scene you aren't familiar with!

Making friends who want to go to those shows with you is the best thing you can do for yourself because it can ensure that you will have a good time. Who knows, maybe your friend who doesn't listen to hardcore would fall in love with it if you brought them to a show!

JM: A lot of times I feel as if women/gender-diverse people in hardcore are seen as just that, a non-man in the genre, and nothing else. What else are you passionate about?

LR: I went back to school during the pandemic to get my degree in English education so I can become a high school English teacher. I've really grown passionate about education and making it better for students in the future.

As far as hobbies, I actually really love anime and K-pop! When it comes to anime I love collecting manga and have been working on getting some cosplays together for when I feel safe enough to go to conventions again.

As for K-pop, that was something I really dove into at the beginning of the COVID-19 quarantine. I love discovering new groups and collecting albums. I also make and sell jewelry when I have free time.

JM: Congrats on the release of the demo with SPACED! What has the response been like so far? What's your personal favorite song on the demo, and why? What was playing your first show like? Feel free to include anything else about the band here, I really dig the tracks and am excited to see what's next for y'all!

LR: Thank you!! The response has honestly been kind of overwhelming, but so cool. This is my first band so having this many people be interested in something I'm doing is such a crazy feeling.

My favorite song on the demo is “THINK I AM.” I love the message that it has about how you shouldn't have to listen to what people say or tell you to do. I'm big on being my most genuine version of myself because what's the use in hiding who you really are?

Our first show was so much fun. We played in this weird abandoned parking lot and I saw a lot of my friends who aren't even that into hardcore come out to support the band. Honestly, I can't remember much of the set, but I do remember how much fun I was having up in front of everyone!

JM: Thank you so much again for chatting with me! What's next for you and the band? Is there anything else you want to say?

LR: Right now we're working on some new songs and plan on getting back into the studio as soon as possible. We have a few shows coming up; we're playing with Gag in Cleveland on October 30th and with DARE and Life's Question in Wilkes Barre on November 8th! We're looking forward to getting some new tunes out and being able to travel and play to as many people as we can!

Once again, huge thanks to Lexi and to SPACED for doing this interview and for their amazing music and uplifting presence. You can find them on Instagram @SPACED_HC and Twitter @SPACEDHC. Keep your eyes peeled for the next interview in this series, coming soon!

#jennifer moglia

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samwritesforyou · 4 years ago

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ARMY ZIP drabbles

JOURNEY

you and joon have been pretty close friends since you first came to this new highschool. your family has been moving around a lot, so you never stayed long in any schools, until this one.

your mom eventually got to know namjoon’s mother and they became friends as well.

there were always some activities for your class, and one day it was a trip for the whole day, where teachers took all of you to the place that was very similar to some kind of jungle.

it was no surprise to find this type of surroundings in australia, so nobody was really super stoked by it.

but the exciting part was, that your main partner for the day was joon, and together you’d get lost, just enjoying each other’s company.

to avoid punishment, joon took the situation under his control and called the teacher in charge, bluntly lying about the fact that you two have gone home already. you two didn’t mind spending more time together, especially in this beautiful scenery.

after all you’d find your way out of there and joon would walk you home from the bus station, because it already got dark, and he would give you his grey jacket, because you said under your breath a silent, “how much colder can it be..”

your mom was waiting for you on the porch already - pretty mad - and joon took all the blame on himself, apologising and saying that you two got lost because of him.. she actually forgave the both of you and even invited joon to stay for a cup of tea.

the whole time beside the dinner table you couldn’t take your eyes off him, and he did the same, captivating your eyes with his..

in the hall you were just simply talking about how much fun the whole day was and you both ended up in a warm hug towards the end of your conversation.

since you’re both still underage, your mom makes a firm statement that she will drive namjoon to his own home and as you waved him goodbye you were smiling, because.. damn, he forgot to take his jacket back from you. and you couldn’t help yourself but realise that it smelled just exactly like him.. like home.

PERFECT

yoongi was this perfect friend. you didn’t know him for too long, but it didn’t matter. your personalities clicked and you started to spend a lot of time together.

he was the best baseball player in the whole school and you were fortunate enough to always be by his side, whenever some victory happened.

but what you missed on - in the early stages of your friendship - were the losses, the bad things that happened.

one day you were just passing by the slightly opened door of the changing rooms, when you heard a slight whimper.

you immediately stopped and carefully peeked through the crack, trying to inspect who’s inside.

you saw light hair and a small posture, crouched on the floor near the lockers, shuddering their shoulders, with arms wrapped around their knees, as they desperately tried to hide the sounds that sometimes escaped their lips.

it didn’t take you long to realise who it was..

“yoongi?..” you called, softly, opening the door further and making your way inside.

“i fucked it up.. i fucked it all up,” was all he said, burying his head even tighter to his knees.

so he wasn’t perfect, after all, huh? everyone kept painting yoongi as this cold and professional kid, but they just never got to see the more emotional and vulnerable side of him.

perhaps he didn’t let them see it.

didn’t want them to see it.

but he let you. and when you dropped down on the floor next to him, consoling him and patting his hair, he let you.

when you leaned towards him, he started to cry even harder, letting his emotions out, and finally felt how it was to be truly supported by someone.

that’s what true friends do, right? being here for each other in good and bad times.

ZOMBIE

it was the end of it all. the world has gone insane since last week, when a massive zombie virus broke out... somehow.. to the whole world.

Nobody knows exactly what or how it happened, but even though everyone was fairly “educated” on the apocalypse matter from all the movies and books, loads of people were still getting turned on a daily basis.

in other words, it was terrifying, and not as adventurous as in the fiction.

you were fortunate enough to find yourself, after days on the road, in the abandoned house, still filled with some leftover foods around.

you just did your evening routine and came back to your “room”, where you stood by a small window, looking out and trying to concentrate your attention on the lightest of sounds.

and you finally heard it. a zombie was approaching from the hallway, their grunting clear as day for your careful hearing.

you had no weapon, no help around..

you didn’t know exactly what was your plan, but.. something will have to do.

you grabbed the nearest brick into your palm and squeezed hard, getting nervous.

the undead person already came into the view, feeling your presence and moving in your direction.

when there were only a few meters between the two of you, the gunshot blazed through the air.

the body fell to the floor and you saw a man standing in the hallway, rifle in his strong hands.

“hey.. you okay?” a man said, fixing his freshly dyed purple hair.

“yeah..”

“good. i think you could use a friend in this apocalypse,” a man smirked and gave you a bag with some food, by this making a peace pact between you.

STREET

hoseok was an international student from korea, who was studying art and dancing majors.

you were friends for some time already, but both of you never had time to actually hang out outside of the school grounds.

you were into filmmaking and your study hours were crazy, to say the least.

but finally, summer holidays were approaching. you didn’t make any plans, because most of your friends went travelling, and your buddies from the dorms were supposed to leave to go back to their lovely families.. you just didn’t have that.

one of the final days of the semester before the big break, you were just wandering around the campus, finally having nothing to do, after months of hard work..

and suddenly your phone rang. it startled you, on the screen showing “hoseok” with his number underneath it.

you picked it up, of course.

“hey, are you in town?” you heard an exciting tone on the other end.

“yes, actually..”

“wanna hang out? come to that park near the school, in 20 minutes?”

and it was settled. when you dragged your ass over there, you came perfectly on time and hoseok was already waiting for you, sitting on top of the many big cans that were laying around here.

he simply handed you the graffiti colour. you couldn’t help yourself but to make a surprised expression, but took the paint anyways.

“let’s create something!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and started to dance around, filling the walls with some slogans and pictures of all sorts.

he noticed you hesitating at first, and gently put his elegant hand on your back.

“heyy, don’t be afraid, it’s my first time with this kind of medium too! i just figured we could do something for the first time together and not worry about the result that much, most important thing is just having fun, isnt it?” he smiled at you warmly, and you just couldn’t help it and put your arm towards the wall, spraying his name on it.

YOUNG

it was one of those days, when everything seems quiet, slow and kind of lazy.. it was just another weekend in your small city, far far away from all the excitement of the bigger metropolis.

you were fortunate enough to meet one of the closest people in your life here, though.

you came over to jimin’s place, as you have previously agreed on.

he made you some tea. kettle boiled in the silence of his apartment and you smiled at each other, when he picked your favourite kind.

you knew each other well. and jimin knew even better about your current struggles, as of the problem that you’re trying to become a tattoo artist, but it wasn’t quite working out yet.

he was always trying to help and make things better.

so when you ended up in his room, he took out a marker from his pencil-case and showed it to you, excitedly.

“what should i do with it?” you chuckled, but sadness still prevailed on your face.

“draw on me,” he simply said and put the tool firmly into your hand, “imagine i’m the canvas and you’re about to ink my skin.”

“okay..” it seemed a little weird and embarrassing at first, but after a while you both got fully into it and your passion literally blossomed in front of his eyes and reflected there as beautiful sparkles.

“youth?..” he asked, looking at his arm, with a genuine warm smile.

“youth. let’s never forget about this. when we’re still young, you know?” you smiled and then jimin started laughing with his angelic voice.

“i like it! write more, please..”

you ended up writing things like “i me”, “happy song :)” and a big “nevermind” in some really rough, but pretty font on his ribs.

“i really like this one..” jimin said, truly amazed.

and a few years later, after you’ve finally made it out of the small town and owned your own tattoo studio, jimin came with a request of nevermind on his ribs.

MAFIA

it was really risky to try and accomplish this mission and you knew it.

there were literally myths and stories going around this mafia, especially their leader.

nobody never described how he looked, just that he was ruthless and never spared their enemies.

all the other heads of gangs had exceptions for some people, but not him.

and when you were caught, illegally transporting some dangerous.. “items” by one of his people, you were immediately captured. this wasn’t supposed to happen and now you knew your fate.

you were held hostage for some days, but now you’re finally on the way to meet the master head behind all of this.

you were pushed into this luxurious room, doors closing loudly behind you. but it was empty..

after the uncomfortable silence the backdoor of this strange place opened and you saw him come in.

his expression was grim and intimidating, but changed in a heartbeat when your eyes met.

“taehyung?..” your voice cracked in between the pronunciation of his name and you were just.. astounded.

you were close friends until last two years, because you suddenly lost contact with each other.

“are you okay?” he immediately rushed to you, uncuffed your hands and wrapped you in a warm hug, dropping his stern facade this instant. in that second all your memories from when you were younger and just having fun together popped up in your head and you couldn’t help but only hug him tighter.

when you pulled away after a while, you cupped his cheeks with your hands and stared into his eyes, “how the fuck did you get into all of this mess?”

you just wanted him to stay this innocent and pure boy you always knew..

“i should ask you the same thing then,” he frowned his brows and pouted.

“i guess we’ll have to figure it out somehow..” you turned your head towards the doors, that slowly clicked as someone was clearly ears dropping you.

“now it’s only you and me, partner.”

MESSENGER

you were just an ice cream truck worker, giving out yet another frozen treat to a happy family in front of your face. ugh. you didn’t like your job one bit. but what can you do in summer, when you don’t have enough money from your usual income like drawing or writing articles, right? next second you look up from your phone and another customer is standing there. “can i get some ice, please? just ice,” he says firmly and tries to keep up a smile, but it breaks a few times, because the man looks genuinely injured on the side of his head. “are you sure? you should call a doctor for that-“ you can’t even finish your sentence when he just pulls his hand into the ice-cubes container himself and pushes it against his temple, part of the ice melting and some of it falling down. suddenly he’s checking his phone and then frantically looks around, not loosing his cool image. then his eyes dart back at you and he says, “do you think i can hide behind the truck? you’d still stand there so its not suspicious that the truck is here by itself?” he really seemed to be in a hurry, so you just nodded your head yes and he was already crouching next to you, in a still position. soon a group of bulky men appeared, coming to you and asking if you havent seen a younger guy with longer brown hair, tattoos and piercings. you have, and he has been hiding just next to your legs. “no, i’m sorry,” you said with an innocent smile and eventually they went away. when the air was clear, the man finally stepped away and most adorable smile appeared on his face. he was holding a small transparent package, full of white crystals. from all the happiness he kissed the package and then patted you a little awkwardly on the shoulder. “thank you so much for covering me. i’m jeongguk, by the way,” he stretched his tattooed arm towards you and you shook hands. “can i get an ice cream now?” he said, a little bit embarrassed, as he stood in front of the truck now, like a normal customer.

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