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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 5 years ago

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Notes through Cigarette Smoke (DonnyxReader)

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You walked home from work that day... The war was over... Every single day, from the moment Donny left, you ran home, hoping to find a letter. Every once in a blue moon, you'd get one. Obviously, being part of an elite squad deep undercover behind enemy lines limited what he could write, and how often. But when he did, you treasured those letters, and held them so close to your heart... You'd read over them so often, you knew them word for word. But, that letter... very last letter...That last letter was the reason you walked home when everyone else ran to the docks, the streets, the airports, the phones, celebrating and waiting. You weren't sure what to expect. Though, you braced yourself for the worst. That last letter came about a week before the war's end. Donny made it clear he was going to end the war. He promised. And when Donny Donowitz made a promise, you better believe he was gonna keep it. But... He also said it was a dangerous mission. Maybe the most dangerous he’d ever been on. He said even if the war ended, he couldn't promise he'd come home. All he could promise was that it would be over soon, that he loved you, and that he’d give anything to see you again... You sighed, and set your keys on the kitchen counter. You unrolled your sleeves, and opened the top button of your work shirt. You were covered in sweat and soot, just like every other day after work. You'd been working in the factories, making ammunitions and parts for guns and machines boys like Donny had to use. You mechanically went through the motions, day in and day out, sunrise to sunset, year after year...waiting for it to end some day. Waiting for Donny... And he promised it would end... And it turned out, he kept his promise. All anyone could talk about was the end of the war. You couldn't blame them. You couldn't blame anyone. But what you wouldn't give to be with them, on the streets, waiting for Donny to come home. You didn't know whether he was or wasn't. You sighed, poured yourself a shot of bourbon, and leaned over the sink, not knowing what to believe... It had been so long...what would you say? What would you do?! And if...if that day never came, what would you do? He'd been your best friend since the two of you could talk. He'd been the love of your life since you were running around... You couldn't remember a time in your life without Donny before the war. And it had just been so hard. But you always had that hope that he'd come home some day. Now you didn't even have that... Your tears dripped into the sink, and you flung the glass of bourbon against the wall. You stared down at the running water, sobbing, but no sound came out. You didn't know what to think anymore. Where would you be without him? Who were you without Donny? How could he do this to you... At least... You looked down at the clear water... At least, you sighed softly, he did what he always needed and wanted to do. He took down Hitler. You splashed some of the water on your face... You could hear him now. "Don't cry for me, doll..." It wasn't what he would have wanted... You wandered aimlessly into your living room. Pictures of you and Donny going back over twenty years were hung around the room. There were pictures of you, laughing as toddlers, back in preschool, barely able to say each others names, but able to show how much you meant to each other with a hug. Pictures of you, at each other's games. He always did love baseball... You grew out of it. There was a picture of you in high school, where he'd dragged you to a Red Sox game. The only reason you didn't regret going was because that was where you had your first kiss... There was a picture of him dropping you off for your first day of college.... and then one of him picking you up a week later. Literally picking you up, and swinging you around. You used to come home every weekend, but the days you were gone were just so boring without you... There were a few pictures of you together in the summer of 1942... You'd just graduated by then. And Donny had been drafted. You spent as much time together as possible. And some snippets of that unforgettable summer were immortalized in black and white. The last two pictures you’d put up were taken during the last twenty four hours you spent together... The night before Donny shipped out to bootcamp, he took you out on a date. A nice, proper date. You two didn't do that often. Usually you went out to the docks, or the beach, or downtown. But he took you out... He dressed up, you dressed up. It was nice... You talked, and talked, and talked that last night, until you fell asleep in his arms, and he slept safe and warm one last time... The final picture... You slowly picked that frame off the wall, looked at it with a sigh and smiled softly, as a tear streamed down your cheek. You couldn't help it... It had been your very first day working in the factory. You ran home. You hoped, and cried, thinking you wouldn't catch Donny before he left... He was just locking the door when you ran up the steps, and tripped. He caught you... Just barely...as you caught him one last time. You were in your jumpsuit, work boots, and still wearing your work apron. He smiled softly as he picked you up, "You ok, baby?" You weren't sure... On the one hand, you were proud of him. Especially as you eyed that baseball bat he just got everyone to write names on... Words could never be enough to tell him just how much he meant to you, and everyone who’d written on the bat. On the other hand...you weren't ready to say goodbye. But you realized he meant if you were ok after tripping. You looked up at him, and sighed with a smile... It would do no good to either of you to cry, to beg for him to stay... So you nodded, 'Better than ever, Don...' Only you could ever have gotten away with calling him that. He kissed you, one last time that day. Because he didn't know if or when he'd ever get to do it again... You set the picture down on the coffee table, and walked over to the radio. You switched it on, hoping to hear something that might be able to ease your soul. Instead, all you heard was an announcer saying, "We have very few details on the military operative that killed Hitler, and a majority of his high command. Tune in tomorrow night, same time and station for more details!" You turned the dial incessantly, hoping some faceless voice would be able to give you some sort of closure. You didn't get any... You flipped to a random station, and heard a beautiful set of trumpets playing... The song had been playing often lately. You always thought it was a lovely song, but it never hit you as hard as it did in that moment.... It really had been a long, long time... You opened a drawer, and pulled out Donny's final letter, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. You had the radio just loud enough to hear the song play as you sat on the porch. All you knew was the war was over, Donny was sure he'd kill HItler... And if you knew Donny, he was like Icarus... You sat there, reading, and re-reading the lines you'd memorized over sleepless nights, as you puffed on a cigarette. You took a breath of fresh air, and glanced ahead. The porch of your house faced east. Just a few blocks away, there was the ocean. And just beyond the ocean, soldiers were lining up, waiting to be home. Flyboys would be zooming over the Atlantic. Sailors would be navigating their way back... Not all of them were so lucky... And you were worrying ceaselessly. What if Donny was one of Boston’s unfortunate sons? You lit another cigarette, your eyes resting on the words, though you weren't reading them. Your mind repeated them over and over, in Donny's voice... You could still hear It's Been A Long, Long Time playing... Each word was becoming heavier and heavier in your heart... You breathed smoke out...looking down at the letter through the haze, and the music echoing through the smoke... It was then that the distant ode to homeward soldiers, and the song of lonesome crickets were joined by a third melody. "You ok, baby?" Your heart stopped... You dropped the letter. You dropped your cigarette. Half of you couldn't believe it... The other half of you begged for it to be more than a love-sick delusion. You managed to get to your knees, tears streaming down your face. Donny dropped his bat... The thump sounded distant, almost like an echo... Everything seemed so surreal in that moment... Donny held you in his arms... There you stood under the stars, just like you did all those years ago. Both of you in your uniforms... Both of you holding onto each other, eyes promising everyhing would be ok. And it was...

Donny held the sides of your face in his hands, and he kissed you. The world was full of light, the sky full of stars, the music was as clear as day... 'Kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again, it's been a long, long time...'

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babybirdgyeom · 6 years ago

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got7 as friends with benefits

– basically friends with benefits becoming real lovers – this is longer than i intented it to be oops – just a lil something to overcome my writers block

𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒯𝓊𝒶𝓃

– literally more friends than benefits – y’all always lowkey had a thing for each other – took you two years to finally make out though – but from then on y’all never stopped again – mark was like ‘oh only until we find smth serious’ – but you just both stopped looking for smth serious at all – oops – you saw absolutely no downside to this – good sex with someone you’re totally attracted to and can talk to about everyhing? amazing – so now it’s been like 12 months since this thing started – all different kinds of sex – sometimes it would be giggly as fuck, laughter and fun included – sometimes y’all would have sex while casually talking about everything – sometimes you just had sex to cheer the other one up on a bad day – basically always looking for any reason to have sex – you both are very confused how good this works out? – you’re pretty much like a couple but both of you are lowkey too dense to admit it – all of got7 knew about y’all, you didn’t even try to make a secret out of it – other fwbs only meet to fuck but not you and mark – he constantly comes over and stays forever, would never just leave after sex – right beside you when you wake up with no intention to leave until he absolutely has to – “mark??? do you think we act too much like a couple??” – he thought about your question for a second before lying down beside you – “naaaahhh” he said laughing before giving you a kiss “we fine” – you had no idea how y’all should continue because you definitely weren’t breaking this up – but you also knew this couldn’t go on like this forever even though you’d love that – so one morning you decided to adress this situation – he was so cute besides you with his morning hair you saw an angel – when you started to talk about “how to continue” he immediately started to panic – “do you want to end this?????” – you chuckled a bit – so he also didn’t want it to end – you assured him that ending this thing between you was the last thing you wanted – but also told him that you might start to look around again and meet other ppl – not bc u grew tired of him but bc u had to look out for the future – y’all were getting old and shit – mark didn’t like this thought at all – lowkey too shy to admit that though – “but we’re having fun, why should we stop” – softest baby you could swear he was pouting – for the first time ever he stopped and was like – hmmmm why aren’t we dating in the first place – never before thought about the idea of actually dating you – because what difference would it make y’all act like a couple – but suddenly he realized that it definitely would make a difference – 100% has no idea how to deal with this sudden change of things – after some time he tries to confess – highkey fails tho – “you know i love to have sex with you” – “i think we should have more than sex” – “what i’m trying to say is------------uuuuuuhm....” – stops and just starts kissing you – but more passionately and full of love – he smiled into the kiss which made ur heart beat 10x faster – you decided to help him out a bit – “i like you too mark”

𝐼𝓂 𝒥𝒶𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓂

– when the thing between the two of you started jaebum was sooo sure he’d be fine with it – you’ve been close to him since high school, always in the same group of people – somehow though you always were friends but nothing more – maybe bc y’all were too busy with other people mostly – but you definitely became good friends in the last few years – when he was suggesting this whole idea to you you were like – jb why u tryna ruin our friendship like that – but he assured you that sex couldn’t ruin your friendship – it would just be the cherry on top – now he’s not too sure about it anymore – he loves the sex for sure and wouldn’t want to miss it for anything – but this boy started to get a bit frustrated and insecure about the blurred lines between you and him – highkey has a crush on you and hates it – tries to hide it as good as possible – you were 100% sure jaebum was the best lover you could have – but also... damn he’s cute? and lovely? and so funny? – when he smiles your heart goes whoosh – but you always tried to ignore those thoughts – because how cliche would it be to fall in love with your fwb – you told yourself on a daily that it’s just his dick game that makes you think stuff like this – y’all said that you wouldn’t just sleep with other ppl unless you met someone you actually could see a future with it – “if we horny we can just call each other” – one time you were drunk on a night out with got7 – and jaebum may have slipped a lil drunk i love you – and you knew he was drunk and didn’t mean it – so you both laughed it off but since that moment everything changed – feelings were involved and you both knew you had to face them sooner or later – but tbh he tried to do it as late as possible – so ofc jaebum was going home with you in secret like always – and your usually rough sex was different all of a sudden – jaebum could be sensual???? that was new to you – he apologized for being so soft afterwards hshshs – both of you were laughing and talking the whole night – you were almost certain that jaebum also thought this could be more than being friends – until he ghosted you for a week after this night – and you wanted to kill him, fucking idiot – but ofc as soon as he wrote you again you were like – yea no prob dude :) – bc sadly you had no reason to be mad at him – bc he wasn’t your boyfriend – and slowly you started to hate that he wasn’t – definitely made up for ghosting you for a week – “let me take you out to dinner i’m sorry” – tells you he had a few rough days – in reality he didn’t write you bc he thought it’s the easiest way to get over it – jokes on him he’s a fool in love and he realized it by now – has the hardest time with it – bc im jaebum???? in love??? that wasn’t normal – but you made him soft – also best ‘i’m sorry i missed you too’ sex ever – gets frustrated afterwards – bc he loves not only your boobs but also ur lil soft heart – goes down on you while confessing hshssh

𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒥𝒾𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔

– no one knew that you two were kind of a thing – jinyoung never really labeled it as “friends with benefits” to you – one thing just lead to another one day and suddenly you all were making out in his bed – which was fine to you, no complaints – but in the beginning you were completely confused, not knowing where y’all stand – was this a one time thing? – were you becoming fuck buddies? – he actually likes you a lot you were a hundred percent sure – but damn you knew him long enough to know how complicated jinyoung is when it comes to feelings – constantly has to talk to you about this whole situation – “(y/n) i’m bad for you we shouldn’t do this anymore” – “i don’t want you to miss the opportunity to meet someone you could like (y/n)” – you just rolled your eyes whenever he started this nonsense – not because you were annoyed – you just wish he wouldn’t think that much and just let things happen – “we’re fine”, you always tell him – it was cute that he wanted the best for you but... you wanted park jinyoung – you knew this since a long time – you also knew one day he’d man up and ask you out properly – he just needs his time and you were willing to give it to him – and secretly jinyoung was very aware of this too – he wouldn’t just start screwing someone who’s as close to him as you – he cherished you and was more than thankful that you two didn’t need words to communicate – both of you hated to be so careful whenever you went out with the boys – “we should just tell them” your drunk self thought this was a good idea – as you were in a small room, pinned against a wall, jy’s lips all over your chest – “and then what?”, he asked placing another kiss on top of your breasts before continuing, “yugyeom and bambam would never shut up.” – you knew he was right – but it would make things so much easier – “jinyoung” you said softly finally making him look up from your breasts – “you know you love me”, your drunk self said teasing him – he laughed before giving you a soft and sensual kiss – still chuckling he went down your neck again – “i’m sorry, i’m busy here”, he said avoiding the topic – but his laughter was enough for you – it just made you sure one more time that you were right about him – if he wouldn’t like you he would’ve said it – so you had to be patient with jinyoung – which was fine considering the fact that you’d still get to sleep with him all the time – he never left in the morning before you were awake – that would be disrepectful towards you in his opinion – it kind of was his way to show you he cares – because you knew he’d usually always sneak out immediately after one night stands – if he couldn’t sleep in with you he’d wake you up shortly to say goodbye – there was always a goodbye kiss involved even though he hated how cheesy that is – he couldn’t help it with you – he was constantly afraid that someone else might snatch you away from him – it didn’t matter that he knew you liked him too – it sometimes killed him that he couldn’t just man up and finally ask you out properly – he loved this friends with benefit thing you two had going on – sex whenever someone of you felt like it – but no room for fights or stuff like that bc you weren’t dating – months after this little thing between the two of you started he decided that it was finally time – you put up with his bullshit for long enough he thought – even though he still was afraid of commitment he wanted to try for you – also he knew that this one colleague of yours was trying to take you out – he couldn’t let that happen – another thing was that he was afraid you’d lose your patience – so finally after all he took the next step one night after sex – he was still inside you, his breath still heavy as both of you tried to calm down – his lips were finding your neck as his arm was around your waist – “i think i’m ready”, he whispered in your ear – “anal?”, you joked, making him laugh out loud – “i actually thought about making you my girlfriend.” he said, still chuckling a bit – “jinyoung”, you said surprised, not thinking it would happen anytime soon – he gave you a kiss, smiling into it – “i love you (y/n)”

𝒥𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝒶𝓃𝑔

– jackson wang was making you go completely crazy – you swear you were going insane soon – it started out simple – you and jackson met up every now and then to frickle frackle – you remember thinking you won the lottery – like look at jackson he’s a whole meal – eternal beauty mixed with a body that knew how to move – and wow, he knew what he’s doing – but that was the problem: jackson was literally perfect – you both said that you were friends with benefits and nothing more – well apparently to jackson wang that meant coming to you with your favorite chocolates – sometimes he’d pick you up and you’d drive around the whole night talking and listening to music – he’d never leave without saying goodbye – always texts you after sex even if it’s just smth small – “last night was amazing” – “hope you have a good day, don’t let your boss annoy you” – “write me if you need anything” – that perfect motherfucker straight up made you fall for him – sounds perfect doesn’t it? – but jackson just wouldn’t ask you out properly – it was all fun in the beginning – like damn y’all even had the same kinks – “this is all i need” jackson once said before falling asleep beside you – those mixed signals left you wanting more and more – within weeks you knew you were in love with jackson – what you didn’‘t know is that he felt the exact same way – at first he thought the amazing sex was just messing with his mind – but the way you looked at him and him only made him realize that this was maybe more than friends who had sex every now and then – he told mark about the whole thing and mark immediately was like – a giggly child which made jackson feel all giggly too – and as they were sitting on the sofa all happy you walked into the room – mark immediately stood up and out of nowhere hugged you – “you’re so cute (y/n)” – “wtf mark” – before you could ask anything he was already gone – “what was that about?” you asked jackson while sitting down next to him – suddenly he did something he never did before – his hand was in your hair and he gave you a soft and slow kiss – of course he did that before but not with the other guys in the same house – “jackson what if the others come in?”, you asked in shock wondering what was going on – he shrugged and looked you in the eyes, a satisfied smile on his lip – “they going to find out sooner or later” – “find out about what exactly”, you asked him confused – was he planning to tell the guys about your fuck dates – not that you’d care but it didn’t seem like smth he’d do – he usually never talked about his feelings – he was someone who showed how he felt instead of talking about it – “about my feelings for you” – you choked on literal air – suddenly you were talking feelings – so you weren’t delusional the whole time – he actually liked you – good for you tbh since dating jackson literally is like hitting the jackpot

𝒞𝒽𝑜𝒾 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔𝒿𝒶𝑒

– tbh being fwb with youngjae the most unexpected thing ever – you two been friends since ages – he knows your whole family and you know his – both of you were like it’s probs not a good idea – but you did it anyway – you never were interested in him back then – until one day you looked at him and realized – wow youngjae rlly isn’t a boy anymore – he is a man now – suddenly you caught yourself staring at him at every party – blushing whenever he looked at you for a bit too long – he used to be so shy and cute – well at least that’s what u thought until he was kissing you roughly, pinning you against the wall outside of your friend’s home – but youngjae had many different sides to him – sides you never knew about before getting involved with him sexually – a cutie that always takes care of you and your needs – just wants you to enjoy and relax during sex – but 10/10 still knows how to get what he wants from you – sometimes he wonders how tf he managed to become your fwb – not bc he doubted himself just bc – he lowkey always had a thing for you – he also knew it probably was a stupid idea to go into a friendship with benefits with feelings from the start – didn’t care though at least he could finally have you – you both agreed that you were in it for the fun – no jealousy, no drama, just good sex in addition to your friendship – he was in heaven bc he loved how easy going it was – definitely wasn’t making a big secret out of his feelings tho – your lil deal never said smth about no feelings involved – the cheekiest of them all – sends you a good morning text every single day – always surprises you – you know no one would believe you but king of sexting – one time he wrote you that he needs one of those long hugs that turns into sex – and u were like HUH? choi youngjae? – basically this turned into your first of many sexting sessions – at the beginning you were 100% sure you wouldn’t develop feelings – uhh well by now you definitely had to admit you fooled yourself – one time while having very good sex you may or may not have called him babe – which maybe didn’t sound like a big thing but you usually never used nicknames – so midsex he just stopped being confused hshsh – he smirked a bit though, not able to hide – “i like that”, he said giving you a small kiss – so suddenly you and youngjae were calling each other honey and babe – not much later you were resting your head on his shoulder in front of the boys – secret handholding at movie nights, sneakily under the blanket – until someday you just started casually talking about future plans together – the lines were getting more and more blurry – “are we friends?”, you asked him one night before falling asleep – your head resting on his naked chest, his hand playing with your hair – “yes, forever and ever” – his voice was soft like honey, he didn’t even had to think of an answer – “but are we just that? just friends?” – he let out a sigh, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek – “i don’t think you can be ‘just friends’ with someone you’re in love with”

𝐵𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓂

– you and bambam were messy as fuck it was almost amusing – everyone knew about the two of you – you even joked about it in front of others – “yoooo (y/n) rdy to suck this dicc tonite?” – starts laughing and apologizing right after – when it all started you remember telling bambam ‘just this once’ – until you found him in your bed again the next day – oh and the day after that – and by now you and bambam were constantly over each other – things were going really chill most of the time – y’all had fun, spent loads of time together – sometimes naked, sometimes dressed – y’all acted like it was no big deal and you were just friends – but every now and then you find yourself staring at him – wondering if he always was this beautiful – sometimes he laughed and you had to force yourself to think about something else – the members all kind of just saw you as a couple which was also pretty dangerous – one time you were texting with a guy from home – and jackson saw and was like – “bambam!!!!! who’s he why is (y/n) writing with him” – and bambam was like trying to ignore but you could swear he disliked it – but you never knew what he really thought – like whenever y’all were drunk he’d just be like the biggest flirt – you remember one time when you were at a party and making out outside – and he kissed down your neck and just telling you he loves you – ‘you’re drunk, we’re friends’ – at least that’s what you tried to tell yourself – ‘oh are we? i don’t kiss yugyeom like that you know’ – but then y’all never talked about it again – texts you at the most random times – sometimes all horny like – ‘i am in front of your house and coming upstairs get undressed’ – other times just in the middle of the night like – ‘did you know that cats sleep 16hrs a day?? i’m jealous’ – ohh talking about jealousy – bambam’s biggest flaw – he hated how jealous he was like he knew it was a problem – especially considering the fact that...y’all are not a couple – you talked to him several times about it – mostly bc u liked to tease him – and he was so shy and cute about it you never saw him like that – “listen i know!!! it’s stupid” – basically he’s just so jealous because you are not his – and if you meet someone else he’ll lose this fwb relationship – hates to admit it but he actually likes the thing you two have going on – “it’s chill” – you hit him “chill? what a nice way to describe having sex with me” – he laughed and tried to change the topic – but you wouldn’t let him – “bambam, do you like me?” – he just rolls his eyes – “ofc i do why would i sleep with you” – “but do you like like me?”, you asked teasing, looking at him with big eyes – “i changed my mind i fucking hate you” – breaking news: he didn’t hate you – he liked you so much it was k i l l i n g him – one time he dreamed of you – nonsexual – it was just you and him looking at the stars and you confessed – ever since then it was all he could think of when he saw you – but ofc he always played it cool in front of you – remember that one time he told you he loved you when he was drunk – truth is he barely drank that night – he knew exactly what he was saying but he knew how drunk you were – secretely hoped you don’t remember – until one time you and him were watching a movie where a dude confessed to a girl all drunk – and you were like remember WHEN YOU DID THIS – and he was like “uuuhm nnnnO?” – so you told him every detail of that night bc u truly thought he forgot – as you were halfway through he stopped you – “(y/n) i know exactly what happened” – leaving u confused af – “why did you lie???” – “bc u didn’t say it back” you could swear he was pouting – suddenly you froze... did he mean it? like actually mean it? – you never even considered that he was serious – long story short that’s how your fuck buddy became your boyfriend

𝒦𝒾𝓂 𝒴𝓊𝑔𝓎𝑒𝑜𝓂

– both of you have absolutely no idea how this could have happened – you never planned to even have sex in the first place – but the way he danced got you and the way you smiled got him – you decided to get rid off the sexual tension before it became unbearable – jokes on you bc it just made you want to have more – so you two found yourselves in the same situation over and over again – enjoying a night together and having endless fun – once the two of you started you wouldn’t stop – like there were times when you were just up all night having sex – with cute breaks in between where your head was resting on his bare chest – his hand tangled in your hair – it always feels so right even though it seemed so wrong – you and yugyeom definitely were trapped in this situation – of course the easy solution would’ve been to just date each other – but neither one of you dared to say it out loud – you hated when he left the next morning – yugyeom also hated that he had to leave – both of you were always afraid that this could be the last time before everything ends – dramatic headasses tbh – but once his lips touched yours you couldn’t get enough – no one knew about your secret little thing – which turned out to become pretty hard – you always had to sneak away in private – bambam and jackson were constantly on the mission to get you a boyfriend which didn’t make it easier – yugyeom wouldn’t admit it but he hated it when they tried to set you up – not even bc he wanted you just bc they were being so noisy about it – at least that’s what he told himself over and over again – long story short you two were obviously into each other – and the amazing chemistry you had in bed made it even harder to act like you didn’t – two weeks after your first kiss with yugyeom you already feared that it’s gonna be over soon – one time in the middle of the night u just had to wake him up to talk – “yugi i rlly don’t want this to ruin our friendship” – he immediately took your face in his hands, giving you a big smooch on your forehead – “i’d never let anything or anyone ruin us...especially not myself” – you often wondered how one night you could just have sex for 6 hrs – and the next night you wouldn’t even kiss, just both in bed, talking, laughing, making memories – he was always so sweet to you – making you feel more loved than any of the guys you actually dated – waking up next to him in the morning could end in two ways – dick sucking or cuddle sessions – you were both with fine – kingggg of eating you out tbh he could do it for days – and as much as you enjoyed the sex – and also the affection – and just being with him – you slowly gave up on the thought that he’d actually like you or ask you out – it was hurting you a bit if you were honest – so one day you decided for the sake of your friendship and your heart you needed to end this – “no why would we end this?” – the horror on his face was real – “(y/n), don’t you like me anymore?” – it broke your heart – “i think i like you a bit too much” – he took your hand, making your heart flutter – “then why would you end this rather than take the next step?”

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roxanne-xanne · 5 years ago

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Anne and The world within

Chapter 1

How long I’ve been here? I don’t know anymore the concept of days, all I know was morning and evening where Chuck tortured me endlessly.

“I won’t kill yet. You have to say first you’re bloodline of Harold” Chuck say after he almost drowned me and whipped me.

Rather than saying anything, I spit blood on his face that makes him more agitated. He slaps me harder that make my lips taste blood. He walks out in the room after several of torture and still didn’t get the answer he wants.

I become numb to his torture to the point I’m not scared of dying anymore because I already gave up living. Its easier than expect someone to help me. But this man who came in make me think twice.

Red always treat me after Chuck tortured me, he always sneak in to gave some food and everything I need. Red is an interesting guy, he was fond in school because he didn’t have the opportunity to experience it and he has different persfective among his race.

“Again, I was born and raise here but it doesn't mean that I value the same thing. I can't oppose their believes but I have the right to believe what I want” Red says when he caught me looking at him.

“Do you hate me?”

“I wouldn’t say, I don’t hate your race because that would be a lie. I was raised to hate your kind that it become normal to me. That’s why I hope for younger ones to think and to feel what they want. Sounds contradicting right?” he continued to aid my wounds.

“I’m asking you, if you hate me not as Harold’s granddaghter?”

He didn’t answer, he just continue what he came for then leave but before he left, I said something to him. “Don’t generalized your hate, everyone is individual”

I put the blanket around me and for some reason I started to reminise all the events before I came here and experience this.

It was fine day at that time, everything was normal. Getting nightmares of a girl who looks like me, then waking up, getting ready at school after that I will talk to my friend and hear them talking about Dale.

Dale is who you can describe as tall, dark and handsome but not for me, I don't even gave a damn thing about him. But what makes me curious about Dale is, he was proctective to me ever since grade school but the funny thing is, we don’t even talk but whenever I’m in trouble he was always there to protect me then leave like nothing happen.

Then after talking to my friends, my teacher instructed us to used his time to find a book in a library that we want to make report and from there, everyhing become a mess.

While searching for a good book, I came to a corner that gives eerie feeling and honestly I don't know why but there's something on me that tells me that I should go there.

Without having any second thought, I step my feet on that corner and browse the books there. "What a weird book" I said while checking the book that piqued my interest.

The cover says nothing about what title might this book be nor it has a brief summary at the back of the cover. The paper looks like it survived the time and fire because it has burnt edges but apparantly that makes look like it was the intention of the manufacturer.

As I flipped the pages it gets more weirder and weirder, there's nothing on it except of my name at the very last page of the book. Before I closed the book something bit my index finger which result of dripping my blood on the book. After that happened, I feel little shake on my sorroundings, a howl of the wind and everything that I can describe as an effect on fantasy movie when they opened something they shouldn't.

I was gonna put the book to where I found it but suddenly I found myself in the middle of forest and was about to attack by red fox but like what I said, Dale is always there to protect me.

I was really surprised at that time when I see the red fox lying on the ground while bathing on his own blood then second later the fox turned into human. I was really shocked that I couldn’t move nor what to say at that moment.

Dale grabbed my wrist and then we started running. But the red fox was so fast that we end up cornered by them. Dale took one playcard out of his pocket. He tossed it into the air and said “Thou respond in my call for who am I your owner. Lend me strength, come forth Ari!" then a girl came out in the playcard and possessed Dale.

He fight them until the wolves pack saved us but I can’t say they totally saved us. We ride the big wolf but the red fox ambush us and grabbed me by my neck and put me here.

Chuck is the one who brought me here and put me in this situation. He accused me that I’m the granddaughter of Harold, which honestly, I don’t know where he get that. I don’t know who he is.

My whole body was trembling at that time when I thought I was gonna die. I wanted to cry and call my parents, to helped me. So, when an elder say that they must wait until they prove that I am related to this Harold, I was really relieved that I want to hug her.

But now, I don’t know anymore whether I’m grateful to be alive. I should die right there than slowly dying of losing hope to live. I put my arms around my knee as I hug myself then slowly closing my eyes as my tears started to fall.

"This way Mr. Harold. I saw them there"

"Leave no one. Slaughter them all child, women, men, anyone you see"

"But--"

"They will not listen to our peace . Its either to be killed or killed. That's our only way to stop this millennium war"

What are those voices? Mom and dad? But how come they are with them? What’s the meaning of this?

I open my eyes and to my surprised, Red is infront of me, untying my rope.

“Harold and his packs are coming here. You need to get out of here, they will kill you”

Red help me to get out of the torture room. He help me until I get far away in their village.

“I don’t hate… you” he said before he left.

As I started walking towards my freedom, something came to my mind. What will gonna happen to them? I'm not saint to not hate them, after what happened to me. I can't even stand properly nor stamina to walk but... Chuck is the one who made me like this not all of them.

And they were driven by war that started millennium years ago by their ancestors because of hatred for being different. I don’t know, why they can’t choose for their own future. Was it really disrespectful for their ancestor not to bring their hatred towards to different kind? Or that it became norms to them? I know that we shouldn’t forget our history but we shouldn’t live be their beliefs. History is there to help us learn and change our future.

I gather all of my strength to walked back to where the red fox lair. I run desperately at the middle of the village, hoping I could stop their upcoming war. But who am I again? I was fool to believe I could stop it.

One of the red fox shot an arrow on my shoulder and that’s when the wolves arrive. Dale immediately take me to safe place while the others started attacking the red fox. All I could do is cry silently as they slaugher the red fox. They can’t hear my voice. A howl is the only thing you could hear and that’s when you know the war is now gone.

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raph8sblog · 5 years ago

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🖤Dreaming of You🖤 Part III.

Confusion filled your head, but you couldn’t move just stare at him, like a dead fish in the pond, after the strom. You will highlight this day with red marker in your diary, because one thing for sure, it wasn’t ordinary at all. After the burglary you thought nothing will suprise you, but the simple fact, that Hyunjin wanted to say something to you, made your heart sink:

- I’m listening, what is on your mind? – you asked, when silence stood between the two of you again. Hyunjin avoided the eye contact with you, there was a hint of pinkish color on his cheek from embarrassment and it was absolutely matching with his cute headband.

- I think, I made a huge mistake and maybe this mistake is connected to the burglary… - he admited and when he looked at you, you could see the pure quilt in his eyes. Woah, you were more than amazed, what he is trying to tell you?

- Mistake? What did you mean by that?

- Look… First of all, I’m truly sorry what I did! – it’s started to become even more brutal, than it was before! You were really trembling at this point.

-Couple of days ago, Felix missed an important practise, no one could reach him. He turned off his cellphone. Of course, he said he was with you… But, isn’t it strange? Friends are usually not spending every single day together! This is what lovers, not friends do! I thought you two are secretly dating and for some reason, maybe because of his career, he decided not to tell us. – he stopped here and avoided your eyes again:

- I was at a bar, with my friends, after a long and busy day. We met some of our fans there, they were so excited to see me.. I mean, I don’t blame them, I’m extraordinary from every prespective! But still, they acted a little bit crazy, especially one of them. She was aking me about Felix and she was very fierce…

- I’m sure she was gettin on your nerves. – you said, with an understanding tone. Hyunjin simply nodded and he continued like that:

- She really wanted to find out, who is Felix currently dating with. At first I simply said that I don’t know. However, she still asked me the same question over and over again and then I lost my remaining patient. Without even realizing it I told her about you! – if you are guessing it right, Hyunjin thinks that this crazy fangirl is the responsible for the burglary? Well, it’s maybe gave explanation for that oddity that she didn’t take anything from your flat. Mabye, she was searching for evidences, that you two are dating? In that case… and then it crossed your mind, you had a photoalbum in the drawer! It was full with your best memories, of course it’s included some picture with Felix and you together as well. You didn’t check your drawer, maybe she took the album? You need to know! But one thing, really made you angry:

- Why did you talk about me? Even, if I’m Felix’s girlfriend you shouldn’t expose your friend like that!

- I WAS MAD AT HIM! He skipped the practise for Double Knot and it was an important perfomance! Also, I don’t like your so called “friendship” with him!

- Can’t you tell me why are you hate me so much?! I never did anything against you! – Hyunjin furrowed his brows, like a wise and old sensei, who drowned in his own world of thinking. You waited patiently for the answer, which never came, he quickly changed the topic:

- I just wanted to say sorry for this, I’m not here for chatting with you anyway! Because of the quilt, I couldn’t get my beauty sleep but now I’m getting sleepy from your boring attitude!

- What „attitude”’ are you talking about?! You just told me, that maybe an insane sasaeng broke into my house because your tongue is slipped! You are really able to sleep after this?!

- Exactly, because it’s none of my business I just helped you and gave you a direction, where you can start investigating for the culprit! You should thank me! You are so ungrateful Y/N! - this arrogant jerk, you just wanted to scream in his face!!

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Next morning, to be more precise, the next afternoon you woke up with a headache but at least you felt yourself more reposeful. You looked around, the dorm seemed quite and empty. “Where did everyone go?” - you asked yourself, while yawning. Your hair was a sure mess, and the fluffly blanket was rolled up on your body, you wanted to stand up, when Jeongin showed up from one of the bedrooms:

- Good morning Y/N! - he greeted you sweetly.

- Morning? - you stared out and the sun was already setting.

- What’s the time?! - you asked. You didn’t finish your university project, also you missed all of your class. How can you pass the exams like that?

- It’s almost 6pm. - Jeongin replied.

- You slept a lot Noona, hope you are feel yourself refreshed now! - he said with a genuine smile, still you felt like an lazy troublemaker, who relied too much on other people’s generosity.

- Where is Felix?

- He went out, he has some important business at the JYP building. The rest of the members practising a new choreo. I stayed here with you Noona... - he was blushing like a little kid.

- Oh, you are so sweet but you shouldn’t skip a dance practise because of me!

- No... It’s okay, since I was worried about you. I even brought you bagels but I guess they are not that crunchy and fresh now! - you were overwhelmed with his kindness.

- It means a lot to me, thanks Jeongin... Sincerely. - he carried the bagels to you and you slowly started your breakfast on the couch, while the sun was setting.

- I look terrible now, right? Ahh and now everyone knows how hideous I look while I’m sleeping! - Jeongin chuckled:

- Well, Changbin Hyung took several pictures of you! But don’t worry, he only sent the photos to our groupchat! - NO WAY! A REAL NIGHTMARE AGAIN!

- Excuse me? - you froze.

- Sorry! But they aren’t bad.. see? - he held his phone up, right infront of your face... Oh man! Those pictures, where you cuddled with that damn fluffy blanket just because it has Felix’s scent on it!

- I’m officaly a dead person! - you declared.

- Noona, why?! You look so pretty... I think I’ve never seen such a pretty girl, like you before! - he blushed again on his own words but you couldn’t take it seriously:

- Are joking now?

- NO! Noona, you are so beautiful, I meant that! - you just rolled your eyes:

- Thank your for the bagels, also I’m grateful that I could spend the night here. But now, I should go back to my rent. - Jeongin immediately panicked:

- Noona please... Let me... Let me walk you home! Please! I’m afraid that the person, who broke into your flat is still there! What if, someone will hurt you? Maybe it’s better if you spend another night here! You can sleep in my bed.... Next to me... Or, alone! I gladly sleep on the couch!! - you laughed, he was so adorable.

- No, I can’t stay here, I have to go now Jeongin be a good boy and don’t you dare follow me home! - he was so stubborn, at the end you had to let him walk you home. When you arrived, he was hesitately reached after your hand:

- Noona, if you sense something strange, okay? I will come here as fast I can. - you really wanted to thank him, all the efforts he made, to cheer you up. You were so awkward first, but you felt like, this is the right thing to do now so you locked him in a tight embrace:

- Thank you again... - you whispered and poor Jeongin almost fainted at that blessed moment, when you were hugging him.

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So, there you were, right at the place, where all this craziness started. You have to investigate all by yourself now, if Hyunjin is right, this girl was searching for an evidence that you and Felix are in a relationship. In that case, the only thing, which was interesting for her was your old photoalbum.

It was already dark outside, the rain was streaming down on your windows and the drops were lighted by the faintly, yellowish street lamps. The air felt cold around you, your breath caught up in your chest and your heart felt like a bomb, which can explode in any minute. Chill ran down and up on your spine and you couldn’t concentrate on everyhing else just the fact that you are maybe not alone and someone is watching you. You almost regretted not to say yes to Jeongin and spend another night at the dorm. But you coulnd’t bear this thought with pride, you didn’t want to be a burden to the boys.

You slowly reached out to the switch and turn the lights on, the lamps above your head shined brightly at the room. The footprints were still visible on the white carpet, your breath’s space became faster everytime you looked down.

“I should check the drawer” - you carefully pulled out the drawer and your blood froze in your veins, your face were so pale like a freshly whitewashed wall. The album... It was gone! Hyunjin was right all along! Someone really took your album and there is only one person, who was able to do that and had the reason to done this with you! That crazy sasaeng, whom he was talking about. You wanted to call Felix and tell him, but then the lights flickered above your head, you looked up, and suddenly everyting went dark around you!

In that minute, you thought you are gonna have a heartattack because how fast your heart was beating, you tried to keep calm and grabbed your phone and turn on the flashlight but then you heard soft steps from your door, it’s loudly opened up with a crack and the steps became closer and closer to you. You coulnd’t help but scream out loud when someone covered your mouth, he was wearing leather glowes and in the dark you couldn’t figure it was it a boy or a girl? You wanted get out from the tightening grip but you were way too weak compared to your attacker, the fear made your body numb. The only thing you could do was whimpering.

- I found you, finally... - you clearly heard it! Your attacker is a woman as well!

- Can you give a honest explanation about those pictures? Are they real?! Just wait and see, I will wreck your pretty face, Felix won’t be able to recognize you anymore! - you felt a sharp and cool tool near to your face, it was a knife! You started shouting but it was muffled by her hands, also there is not a chance that someone will hear you. The lights are really went out, but they won’t come near to your flat since the fuse was downstairs. You started praying, it was all because of him, why you are the one, who always suffer?

Always just you...

Felix used to get on well with the popular ones in high school, he was invited to all the fancy parties. He was always in love with the prettiest girls and never acknowledged you as a potential one. Why on Earth he became your friend back then? Of course he had a sweet soul and you were a comfortable company, never got in trouble, never talked back, always agreed and nodded to his ideas and opinion. Why are you still loving him, why are you loved him in the first place? Just because he pitied you? It’s a fake love, it’s shouldn’t be real... He never done anything to you, which can caused this big affection inside your heart towards him! And now, you have to suffer again, because of him? No way!!!! No fucking way!!!

You knicked your attacker in the stomach with a fast movement and her grip is weakend around you. Quickly you rushed out from the room, then someone downstairs switched the fuel on and the lights flashed up again. You wanted to rush down from the stairs in the hope of escape from your attacker, but for a moment you looked back: you saw her face, it was covered with a black mask, she was wearing a hood on her head but you could see her piercing and hateful stare. You didn’t waste more time, you wanted to run but she pushed you and you felt down from the stairs with a big thud.

She managed to run out through the top floor and you hit your head in the tiled walls of the staircase. You hardly opened your eyes and tapped your aching head you saw blood everywhere on your fingers and also on the floor. With your shaking hands you pulled out your phone from the back of your jeans, your vision become more and more blurry with every passing minute. The first name, which popped up on your phone, was Jeongin’s name. You quickly called him, but instead of Jeongin, Hyunjin picked up his phone:

- Y/N why are you calling the maknae all of sudden? Do you want to seduce him as well?! - it wasn’t the right time for joking.

- Hyunjin, please.... Save.... Me... - you said with a shaking voice and then the darkness enveloped your sight and mind as well.

#skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz au #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #skz felix #skz hyunjin #skz jeongin #kpop fic

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bulletproofscales · 6 years ago

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What if after a really hard breaks up Jimin puts on a hecc Ton of weight,the other band members notice and tease him till he breaks out in sobs n tells them y?

— THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYHING i am trying a new type of writting though, i hope its an improvement!!!–

“Uh, Jimin?” Silence. “Are you- Are you in there?” He heard Hoseok’s voice from across the closed door. He didn’t know why he wasn’t coming in, this was technically his room too. But he appreciated the gesture of fake privacy. “Jimin?” Hoseok asked again. Right, an answer; he has to answer something, anything. He didn’t even bother opening his mouth as a weak hum erupted from the back of his throat. He felt kind of bad as he heard Hoseok groan defeatedly at the other side of the door, before he spoke again. “We were going to get something to eat.” The older stated.

There was a minute of silence between the two. Jimin sighed and slowly and with difficulty sat up on his bed.

“Comin’” He said tired. Food seemed to be the only thing that got him out of bed these past days.

Or well. These past, months; the past year? Jimin had lost track of time after his days had become ridiculously monotonous: he woke up, he ate breakfast he went back to bed, eat some snacks throughout the day, have lunch, go back to bed, take a nap, eat dinner, go to bed. Though he never got much sleep, he kept getting these flashbacks whenever he tried to close his eyes. It had turned into a routine too, trying to sleep, failing miserably, and automatically waddling to the kitchen to eat. Eat until food was the only thing occupying his mind.

He opened the door where Hoseok was still standing at the corridor, his smile beaming yet sympathetic. He mustered to smile softly at the older as he wrapped an arm over his shoulders affectionately. Jimin could practically feel his excitement, they hadn’t gone out to eat the seven of them out in ages. It wasn’t his intentions to shut his friends out entirely, but he did. Guilt swelled up at his chest, he hadn’t even explained to the six what had happened. They knew he had gone through a pretty bad breakup; just because Hoseok coaxed it out of him, and he probably told the other 5 baffled men. They didn’t know all the other details…He shook his head, he didn’t want to think about this, not now. Not when things were finally going back to the way they used to be. Not when Jimin was finally feeling comfortable on his own skin again; happy by the way his body did not have any resemblance to the one he had when he first got himself into that toxic relationship.

He knew Hoseok had noticed the changes, Jimin saw it on the older’s pitiful eyes as he saw him try to get his old clothes to fit.

“I could go with you to buy new clothes.” He suggested hesitant. Though Jimin didn’t even have to consider it.

“I’ll order some online.” Those days, the younger barely had enough emotional energy to have a proper conversation; but he knew Hoseok didn’t budge at his coldness so he couldn’t say he felt bad. But now, that he was out their room with the promise of going out to with the six of them, eh could feel Hoseok get more comfortable around his new shape as the hand on his shoulder gently squished the layer of soft fat underneath his skin. It was an unsettling feeling, the older was not completely used to Jimin’s size and he had been the person he had talked to the most during his shutdown form the world. What would the others think? He tried his to busy his mind.

“Where are we eating?” He asked, surprising himself with how cheerful his voice sounded. Almost like he did before.

“Oh we agreed on going to Seokjin’s. We discuss it in the groupchat…” Hoseok answered mindlessly a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

“Right.” He’d be lying if he said he remembers the last time he used his phone, let alone check their groupchat.

They walked until they were outside their apartment and Jimin couldn’t help but swallow initiated as he stared at Hoseok’s tiny car. During all this time, he had barely left the house, and when he did it was through an uber where he could sit at the back, alone, with no constricting space. He had only travelled with Hoseok once when the older had gotten a pretty bad muscle strain from dancing; though he is much smaller at the time. He prepared himself for a cramped ride as he squished himself at the front seat. His stomach covered most of his lap, and his thighs were to big for him to be able to spread them to give his doughty middle some room. Jimin clasped the seatbelt around him, flinching the tightness of it sinking into the crease in between two fat rolls. He blushed as he saw the older notice Jimin’s uncomfortableness.

“Don’t worry Jiminie! It’ll be a short ride.” He said with a playful smile as he patted lightly the top of his massive dome. The younger felt his heart sink; sudden shame and embarrassment spread across his body. He knew this feeling; Jimin tried to force himself to continue the conversation. But he didn’t find energy within himself to so, opting to make himself as small as he could, eyes blank on the road ahead of them; mind overflowing with scenarios of his best friends being judgemental and teasing of him. All he can do now though, is hope that by the time they got there Jimin had regained enough energy to face all six of them at the same time. The ride was shorter than he had wanted. Well, in a sense he did want to get out of the cramped space; but he didn’t feel quite ready to face the other five men. He felt warmth spread across his chest as Seokjin opened the door to his place.

“Hoseokie you did it!!” The eldest yelled with excitement bringing him closer for tight embrace. Jimin timid at the sidelines.

“Did…what?”

“He brought you!” Seokjin took JImin by the hands the older’s long arms sinking into his plush waist. He couldn’t help the bubbly giggly erupting from his lips. He missed him.

“It’s been so long!” The younger found himself genuinely excited.

“Yeah, too loong.” Seokjin said with eyes travelling up and down his body quickly. Jimin felt himself shy away from the eldest touch; but convince himself to not do so. It could have been nothing, just a facial gesture to accentuate his words. He pushed the thought at the back of his head as he walked further into the apartment and to the dining room; where he saw only Yoongi on his phone. It was weird he was the only one, maybe he has finally moved into seokjin’s home? Wow, it really has been a long time. He was going to introduce himself though Hoseok’s voice spoke first.

“Oh Yoongi-hyung!” Hoseok’s sing song voice made the older hum as a response “Look who I brought to come with me!” He sounded happy, too happy. It made him feel guilty after being away for so long, they had missed him too and he just… shut them out. Guilt was soon replaced with excitement as he saw his youngest hyung look up eyes open wide as his jaw dropped in the least discreet manner. He felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Jimin!” Yoongi stood up abruptly, running towards and wrapping him around his arms firmly. Jimin felt the soft fat covering his entire body squished against the older man’s firm torso. Although the position made him aware of the size difference between him and the older, they stayed like that for a while. Against popular belief, Yoongi did give amazing hugs. After finally separating, or more like Yoongi peeling his lithe body from Jimin’s doughty frame, he spoke again. “I missed you.” His voice was raspy and he could feel his heart melt.

“I missed you too.” He stated simply with a small smile. He didn’t feel like saying anything more, but the idea of an uncomfortable silence between someone who Jimin had considered his best friend for ages was worse than forcing a small talk out of him. “So you moved in with Seokjin-hyung?” He asked and as soon as he saw the older’s reaction; he knew the answer. It was written all over him, and his bashful timid smile and the pink dust adorning his cheeks.

“Yeah, though it hasn’t been long. But I spent most of my time here anyway, so it wasn’t that big of a change.” Jimin felt his eyes widen, it has really been a while.

“It feels like there have been too many changes happened while I wasn’t here.” Although he was calm there was a sad undertone to the younger’s voice

“I’d say there have been a lot of changes to you oto Minnie.” Yoongi said with his cold sarcastic humor. It was typical of him, but for obvious reasons, today it hit differently, making him shrink into his seat. As much as his large form allowed him to. He was at a loss of words, he felt the energy drain from his system at the comment. Luckily though they small talk was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Ah that must be Jungkook and Taehyung.” Seokjin said beginning to stand up, though stopping half way through. “Jimin, you should go greet him instead!” The enthusiasm on his voice even made him excited to see the two youngest. Yet as soon as he stood up with the loud creak of his chair as he stood up and walked in front of everyone to see, he felt himself wanting to shrink again. He walked dejectedly towards the entrance, he could hear the two boys talking to each other across the door. And although he couldn’t make out any words, yet Jimin’s mind begun to spiral. Where they talking about him? What if the other boys had already told him he was there? What if they weren’t excited he came? What if they felt uncomfortable? What if they were mad at him for what he had done? Jimin’s stopped himself before he broke down; tonight was about reconciliation, he was not about to make this about him; he had to make it up to them.

“Hey! Is anyone going to open up or what?” He heard Taehyung’s loud yell across the door clearly, alongisde several loud bagns against it; snapping JImin out of his trance he opened the door hurriedly. He had taken so long that know the two men were standing right in front of the door closely. And now with the door fully open where standing their face barely inches apart from Jimin’s. There was a moment of silence, where he could see form up close the way their eyes widen ridiculously; they take a few steps back slowly, eyes still fixed comically on JImin. FOr a moment, the older considered they were not glad to see him there. Though his worries dissolved when he fell down under both of their weight in a bone crushing hug. The thud his body made against the ground was louder than he had expected; he still wasn’t used at the impact his new body had on the world around him; and although his ass and back where cushioned by a thick layer of fat, it still hurt like a bitch. Though his pain was drowned under the youngers’ calls of his name.

“Jimin!” They screamed too loud for the time and place they were in, earning a genuine giggle form the older. Which made not only his entire mass jiggle, but also Jungkook and Taehyung who were sinking into his doughty flesh.

“Hey, its hyung to you!” He tried to sound as mad as he possibly could. But suddenly, he felt guilt. Jimin hadn’t talked to his “dosa sings” in about a year, could he still consider himself something even remotely close to a “hyung”? What if they thought that too?

“Hyungie” Taehyung whined happily nuzzling into his girthy neck. Jimin felt his heart melt, Taehyung had always been the affectionate with him, it had been so long yet the younger’s touch and affection still felt warm and familiar.

“Hyungie.” Jungkook followed him, nuzzling his face in the other size of JImin’s neck right under his double chin. Now, he was scared. See, when Jungkook was sickeningly sweet it meant something terrible was about to happen; most likely to him…But things were different know,he hasn’t seen Jungkook in a year and maybe the youngest really truthfully wanted to be all lovey dove-

“Gu-guys…” Jimin’s shaky voice left stern as he could sound with both the older larger hands reaching for his sides and armpits. Their free hand gripping tightly each of Jimin’s fat arms. The hands that had reached down to his sides and armpits began to tickle slowly, and he got desperate. “Nohoho Oh NO GUYS! GUYS NOHO HAHAHA” Soon his loud cackles blended in with the ones Jungkook and Taehyung were letting out, they had the older trapped right where they wanted him. Even without them holding his arms, Jimin didn’t believe he’d have the strength to get both of the boys off his large body. He could hear himself laughing, it was such an odd sound after so long, he can’t remember the last time he laughed as much as in the past 10 minutes he had been in Seokjin’s and Yoongi’s house. Jimin allowed himself to forget close his eyes and laugh alongside with them.

“Kookie look! His body jiggles for a while even after he laughs!” He heard him exclaim. And automatically his laughter died down.

“You’re right! Look at it go!” Jungkook’s ñarge hand settled at the side of his ballooned stomach and palmed it gently. Jimin couldn’t bare look at them, he felt the shame crip up his insides choking him up.

“Yah you guys coming or should we start without you?!” Seokjin came to his rescue as the two youngest stood up hurriedly, not without grabbing each of JImin’s chubby hands helping him up with a struggle.

“We missed you.” Jungkook said warmly.

“Enough cheesiness, lets go. You must be hungry.”

“We can say the same for you eh Jiminie!” Taehyung exclaimed jokingly as the trio walked towards the kitchen. Jimin’s face heated up under the younger’s teasing tone. Jimin shyly walked up to his seat next t Yoongi who offered a caring smile towards him. The table was silent as the two youngest expectedly look around to each other person sitting at the table.

“Weren’t we just threatened that there was going to be no food left if we didn’t hurry up?” Jungkook asked Taehyung, with an overly exaggerated annoying tone; it was good to know they haven’t changed.

“Oh why yes Jungkook, I believe we were!” His deep voice rising comically.

“Well, we aren’t going to start without Namjoon here aren’t we? We always wait until the seven of us are here.” Hoseok started with mocking eyes towards them. Although the atmosphere was light and playful Jimin’s mind went straight to Namjoon; if the last time he had talked with the seven of them hadn’t been awful enough, the last time he and Namjoon had talked was even worse. Along with guilt, the amount of times Jimin had told Hoseok he’s try to make it, form the door of their room; he imagined the six of them sitting in silence. Witing only to see if he’d show up. He unconsciously bit the inside of his mouth as to force himself to swallow any upcoming tears.

“Jimin you look constipated.” the short man next to him stated jokingly.

“Yoon! Don’t be rude, of course he’ll be constipated with the amount of food he-” The doorbell cut him mid sentence, Seokjin standing up excited towards the door. He stood petrified. Though he ken who was at the door, so Jimin used all the strength within him to make himself feel comfortable and act natural. They always used to tease each other like this, about everything. But this change was something so heavily influence for what had happened between them Jimin couldn’t help but plead they would just go back to teasing him for his height. He was able to compose himself before the two tall men stood in front of the table. “Well! That makes seven of us!” Cheers erupted from all around the table, though Jimin’s eyes were glue to his youngest hyung, who was looking straight back at him too. Mouth slightly agape, a timid smile taking over his full lips; of course, it wasn’t in Namjoon’s nature to be resentful. But that didn’t mean Jimin was free of guilt; though he mustered a a small smile himself for the older. Luck was on Jimin’s side though, as the only remaining seat was between Jungkook and Hoseok. And just like that, they began to feast; talking loudly overtopping each other’s voices like they always did. Jimin was too hungry to talk, the nerve wrecking situation only making his appetite grow; so he allowed himself to dig in. See, the thing with food is that it had become such a vital copying mechanism for Jimin, he got completely lost when he binged, depersonalized from his surroundings. The only feeling being the food sliding down his throat rapidly. He didn’t notice he was already on his third serving when Hoseok exclaimed.

“Woah! Jimine! You are going to choke! We get that you are hungry but slow down!” Jimin felt completely stuck, petrified. Hoseok out of all people, he had seen him eat,h he heard him break down at early hours of the morning food wraps as his only consolation. Why did he have to says something, JImin couldn’t bring himself to answer. He just stood there, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. He only knew he was crying when saw the six pairs of eyes around him change with worry. Hoseok was about to open his mouth again but Jimin stood up instantly, the feeling of his entire body jiggling at the sudden movement didn’t help the hot tears streaming down his face.

“I know! Alright?” He yelled with a shaky voice. “I know that I am fat! I know that I wasn’t always fat! And I’m trying to convince myself that you have every right to tease me about it, ‘cause you do… I mean, I should already be grateful you guys don’t hate me…”

“Jiminie…” Namjoon began to talk but Jimin had just opened up and there was nothing he could do to stop the words from flooding out.

“No no! You do have every right to be mad at me… You kept warning me about him, that what he was doing to me wasn’t healthy. And I didn’t listen!” His words came out in between choke dup sobs. “Even when I got him out of my life, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you guys again; even when I know you guys would forgive me. I just, didn’t feel like I deserved it.” Jimin couldn’t control the loud sobs and whimpers leaving his mouth in between words, or the hot stream of tears running over his round cheeks; memories form his friends, concerned about him telling him to dump his boyfriend. Jimin continuously snapping at them until it got into a full on argument. He ran away from them but Namjoon ran after, stopping him to calmly tell him; they just wanted to help. But Jimin snapped at him too, running back home, back to him. “I- I just isolated myself, I didn’t want it come back to you guys until I had fix what I was feeling about myself after him. And what helped me with that was, gaining weight… I know its weird, but- I came to love how different I look than when I was with him. And I know, if I’m so happy with the way that I look I shouldn’t be so self conscious about your teasing. But I guess I’m just still thinking you guys have every right to hate me for what I did , and I’m ranting and I’m sorry that this was supposed to be happy but I just ruined it.” His vision was blurry though it didn’t matter because his eyes were glued to the floor, or his big dome that covered most of his vision form the floor. He heard shuffling, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. It was a choked up sob that wasn’t erupting from his lips which raised his head up.

It broke his heart to see Taehyung already crying in front of him, or to see all six of them in front of him in that matter. Painful yet understanding eyes, pouring affection; the moment alone made JImin’s eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I should have listened, I should have came back to you I-” He is cut off by Namjoon.

“Jiminie, we forgive you.” His tone was gentle and he couldn’t help leaning towards him burying his face in the taller man’s chest; sobbs shaking his core once more. Quickly after, he felt more firm body sinking around his soft sides. Pairs upon pairs of arms wrapping around his expanded waist. They stood like that for a while, Jimin’s tears soaking up Namjoon’s sweater, in any other situation JImin would get anxious in the silence; but this time, it was comforting.

“OK, but we can’t actually just separated from this and continue eating like nothing has happened!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“Agreed. Everyone grab a dish we are moving to the living room!” They all did Jimin doing so too. “Not you Jimin, you seem like you could use a break. You too Taehyung, go settle in.” His voice was gentler but the pair did as told. They walked into the living room,both of them with shaky breaths as an aftermath from crying. Jimin sat on the middle of the large couch, Taehyung settling real close next to him, their bodies touching entirely as the younger promptly rested his head on JImin’s softened shoulder. Again, no words were needed between the two.

“It really hurt you know?”

“What? That I told you he was my soulmate?”

“That too but, that you had through this whole year a-alone.” Jimin didn’t know what to answer, no matter how many times he’d explain it had been him who cut them out, a part of them would still feel guilty.

“Though don’t worry Taetae! He isn’t alone any more!” Jungkook’s voice piped from the dining room as he settled a couple of dishes he was bringing on handing one to Taehyung and keeping one to himself before climbing up on the couch and reting on its headrests, his muscular things in between his head. Strong hands instantly running his hands slowly and with care through the older’s hair. Soon after Hoseok came with a plate on each hand and automatically going to sit at Taehyung’s lap. Then came Seokjin and Yoongi with the remaining plates, the eldest letting the rapper sit comfortably on his lap. Following behind them was Namjoon with two large bottles of sodas in his strong arms, he walked until he was in front of Jimin.

“Make some room for me?” The younger blushed noticing how much of his lap was being occupied by his heavy stomach; he spread his thighs apart letting it fall in between and that was all Namjoon need before he sat shyly on his fattened lap.

“Minnie.” Hoseok called cautiously, guilt from the fat man’s outburst still evident on his voice “How about we feed each one of us a bite at a time? Would you like that?” Although the situation was overwhelming, the closeness from all the six men; it felt oddly right. And the idea of being taken care by them in sich an intimate way, was appealing to Jimin in more ways than he dared to admit; so he nodded.

“I’ll go first!” Namjoon yelped a little to enthusiastically earning hard to repress laughter from the others. “What? After all these crying he must be dehydrated!” The way he got defensive over it was adorable to everyone. And as cute as it would have been to keep on flustering him, they allowed him to start. Opening the bottle excited as he held it with firm arms up to Jimin’s parted lips. The gassed liquids slid down him easily filling him with just as much ease. Then went Hoseok feeding him a mouthful of one of the two plates he was holding and then the next one, Taehyung continued feeding a large piece of his plate; He had to look up to eat Jungkook’s bite leaving his thick neck exposed. Which all Namjoon Yoongi and Hoseok saw as an unpasable opportunity as they ñeaned in nuzzling it at first yet not long after a soft gentle kisses being placed all over him. He had to look back down to eat off Seokjin’s hand, though the three of them were pressing much closer to him than before. And by the time Yoongi’s turn had arrived all the flavours were mixing up in the his mouth.

But Jimin couldn’t bring himself to care about the flavour, the vicious cycle starting over with Namjoon. The feeling of being cared for and looked after bringing heat to his chest, that and the amount of food being forced into his hardening belly. Or perhaps it was the thought at the back of his mind that all their gentle caring touches were far more romantic than any platonic explanation could justify; scared by the fact of how much he was enjoying said actions from his friends. He didn’t let the worry ruin his fun too much, as it was easy to get lost in the other men’s attention on him. Jungkook began to place soft kisses to the crown of his head; large hands sliding from the back of his neck to massage his fattened breast like pecs. Taehyung’s hot lips kept mouthing on his girthy neck leaving sloppy kisses. Hoseok’s dainty hands found their way to the rolls adorning Jimin’s sides pinching and grabbing from his muffin top or his love handles. Namjoon continued to grind on the younger’s lap, even though he was nowhere near his crotch, he was directly pushing into Jimin’s bloating stomach; earning waves of pleasure flood him. Yoongi’s large hands found a place on Jimin’s heavy overhang jiggling it strongly or groping it allowing him to let some gass out in between mouthfuls. Or Seokjin’s hot breath against his ear and the way he bit into his earlobe softly. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, so much so Jimin didn’t even noticed his ballooned stomach, not until every plate was scooped clean. A scrunched up expression taking over his face. As soon as his uncomfortableness was shown sixs pairs of hands were rubbing his swollen middle.

They had all physically relaxed when he was done, the only noise being his hard breaths and the occasional quiet praise form one of the others towards him. Soft nothings spoken barely above a whisper. “You did so well Minnie.” “So proud of you”

The questions about this whole situation where crawling back to him, but he didn’t let him bother him for long. He was full, warm, and finally eating for a different reason

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Title: Duel Gone Wrong (Chapter 4) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Artorias the Abysswalker, Lord's Blade Ciaran Word Count: 1.397 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14026326/chapters/32905968 Previous Chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/172514130714/title-duel-gone-wrong-chapter-3-fandom-dark

Chapter Summary: In which some apology cookies are handed out.

(Author's note: I must admit, I like this chapter. It was fun to write. I would like to hear your opinions on it.)

After he had taken him to his room, Master Gwynfor helped Ornstein to discard his armour because this turned out to be a difficult task with one arm being mostly immobile. After the Master had left, Ornstein realized that he had left his helmet, right gauntlet and weapon behind. Whatever, he could get them tomorrow. He wasn't going down that hallway another time. It was still a bit too early to go to bed so Ornstein changed in some more comfortable clothes (which took thrice the time as usual) and made himself comfy on the bed. Finally, he could take some time to relax. The injury still hurt though so he grabbed a book he had started reading hoping that it would distract him from the pain. Not long after he heard a knock on the door.

"The door is open, come in.", he called and watched how the handle was pushed down and the door slowly opened. Artorias came in, carrying the missing pieces of his armour set as well as his spear. Ciaran followed him with a plate of cookies.

"Hey, Ornstein.", Artorias started. "You forget your stuff so I thought I should bring it over. And I also brought some apology cookies. Ciaran helped me with carrying everything. How is your arm?"

"It still hurts? It only happened recently, it doesn't heal that quick. But thanks.", Ornstein answered and got up from the bed. "Just put it to the rest of my armour, Artorias."

As the wolf knight was busy putting the pieces on the ground Ciaran approached Ornstein and said: "Sorry for teasing you earlier. I am aware that this injury must hurt a lot. If you need my help don't hesitate to ask." "Thanks Ciaran, I really appreciate it.", Ornstein said and took one of the cookies from the plate. "Nice, I haven't tried these kind yet."

"I know you like to try out new things so I was trying a new recipe.", Artorias voice came from the corner. He seemed to spent an awful long time to arrange Ornstein's armour in a way that it would look good. Ciaran put the plate on the night stand while Ornstein sat down on the edge of his bed to enjoy the cookie further. "Why aren't you taking any cookies?", he asked after a short while, noticing that Artorias and Ciaran stood there rather awkwardly.

"I made them as an apology, so these are yours.", Artorias said.

"I can't even eat these all by myself. I rather share with you.", Ornstein said.

Artorias was beaming and then suddenly decided: "Then I should get us some tea."He rushed out of the room leaving Ornstein alone with Ciaran. She took a cookie of her own and then sat down on the bed next to Ornstein, eyeing his bandaged arm: "So it is a complete break?"

Ornstein nodded, then swallowed the current bite of the cookie before answering: "In the infirmary they said the ulna bone is snapped in half. They had to set it and all. That really hurt."

Ciaran started to get a fascinated look in her blue eyes: "I bet it had also bruised a lot?"

"Yes, of course.", Ornstein said, taking a new cookie.

"It's a shame you can't see it under the bandages. I would have like to see how it looked."

Ornstein gave Ciaran a wary look: "Why would you want to see something like this?" He rather had the injuries hidden away under bandages instead looking at them directly, especially when they healed they could look really repulsing.

"Oh, excuse me, I haven't explained myself.", Ciaran started. "Because of my job as an assassin I need to know about anatomy. So that I know where it is the safest to strike for a quick and clean kill. This topic started to fascinate me. I mean, think about it. When the bone snapped the veins around it got hurt too and started to bleeding and this is what we can see as a bruise. It basically shows where your body fights an inner bleeding."

Ornstein put the cookie down he had just eaten, that explanation had made him queasy. "Ciaran, please stop, I didn't want to know it in detail.", he said. "S

orry, I have been carried away.", she said. She still had this fascinated look in her eyes though.

Hoping that she wouldn't pick up this topic again, he changed the subject: “So, you helped Artorias carry everyhing? I guess he didn't came asking first, right?”

Ciaran chuckled: “You bet, it looked so funny when he tried to balance all this stuff at once. I watched him for a while before offering my help. It was just a too good sight to not to enjoy.”

“I am not the slightest surprised.”, Ornstein said, chuckling a bit himself at the picture of Artorias trying to balance everything. Right at this moment the wolf knight came back in with the tea and asked: “What is so funny? Did I miss something?”

“Oh, we were just talking about you.”, Ciaran said. Ornstein got up to fetch three tea cups and placed them on the table. Ciaran helped the moment she realized he would only be able to carry one cup at once.

“Well, at least I am a reason to make you two happy.”, Artorias said and poured the tea in the cups. “Ornstein, you don't don't put anything in yours, right? And extra sugar for you, Ciaran?” After they confirmed his assumptions, Artorias handed them the tea cups. Ornstein noticed that Artorias had put an awful lot of milk into his own cup.

The three of them spent the rest of the evening chatting about various things while enjoing the cookies and the tea. Ornstein told the story about how he met almost every important figure in the cathedral and got delayed because of that. They tried a while to figure out how Gwyndolin had been able to break their leg until Artorias pointed out how uncomfortable this topic made him. Of course, the topic of Ornstein's broken arm also came up.

"I know you said you want to continue your duties, Ornstein.", Artorias said. "And I can understand that, cause as the captain there is a lot of responsibility. But will you be able to do everything with only one arm?"

"I can take my weapon in my off hand. I should be able to continue training the silver knights or going on patrol. We don't have many threats here lately. I should be able to take it even with this injury.", Ornstein answered.

"Haven't seen you done any off-hand training lately.", Ciaran interfered. "And you can completely forget using techniques that are using both hands. And do you think engaging in fights would be good for the healing process of the break? Nobody of us would be mad if you step down for a bit."

Ornstein considered her words for a moment. She was right, it would be difficult. But he didn't want to step down. He felt that as the dragon slayer and the captain of the knights he was a symbol that should be present in Anor Londo at all times. Taking a break until the injury was completely healed would take up several weeks at last. And it wasn't like he was completely immobile with it.

"I appreciate your concern.", he finally answered. "But I want to continue to be able to tend to my duties. I am sure I can count on your help, though."

"Of course.", Ciaran said, nodding. And Artorias said: "I know what we should do. Let's get on patrol together. This way I can help you out. And you can keep track of my punishment..."

Oh yes, the ban for petting cute animals. Ornstein was thinking about if that wasn't too harsh for Artorias after all. Then he remembered that Artorias had been the one who brought him into this mess in the first place.

"That's all right with me. Let's do it like this, Artorias.", he simply said.

After that they finished the tea and the cookies and talked a bit more about things they had experienced together until Artorias pointed out how late it had become and that they all should go to sleep. After the two knights had left, Ornstein made himself ready for bed. Next chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/172999432474/title-duel-gone-wrong-chapter-5-fandom-dark

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