#they are such liars... look at them making promises they won't keep... such assholes! I love them!

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Could i have the same headcanon of falling in love but for Mhin? Thank you 🙏 😭

MHIN FALLING IN LOVE

gn!reader | mhin time! >____< lots of mhin fans here... awesome world. in case anyone is wondering yes i do have vere in my drafts. meowww

predictably, a slowburn with angst.

hard to get to know, not because they aren't predictable, or because they're incredibly hard to read, but because they're Fawking persistent when it comes to keeping their guard up. which means you have to be even More persistent. an absurd cycle. but you can get there. You will get there.

i think something that slowly takes down(?) mhin's walls would be showing interest in them past working together and their secrets. asking something more mundane like what their favourite season or meal is, what kind of music they like, if they enjoy rain. they're wary to answer because ?? why are you asking. why are you being weird. but they realize it's nice to think of something else about themself other than being a monstrosity. wow. ow

^ and then maybe doing something with their answer! going out of your way to buy some sweets for them, asking if they're okay when it's super cold/hot because they mentioned not enjoying it. something they've forgotten you even know. it also makes them wonder what your answers would be. the first time mhin manages to ask "what's yours?" is !!!! woah!

another moment might be choosing to be sincere when you could've teased them for something. they give you a look (honestly more often than not, mhin's first reaction is always wary confusion/denial), and you promise you're telling the truth. and they might not thank you or anything, but it sticks in the back of their head while they try to ignore how flustered they feel.

another Little moment might be you catching them off guard by like. being mean. they've gotten used to you pestering and following them. they've gotten used to your list of questions and times where you're walking quietly. neither of you have spoken in 5 minutes, and they're rolling their eyes, thinking to themself "what an asshole" about some guy arguing with a server, and then you mutter "what a fucking asshole" out loud. and they just look at you like ?. and you look back like ?? like i'm wrong. and mhin can't help but snicker or scoff.

when they realize what's going on (waiting for you to find them, looking for you, enjoying your company, etc), mhin starts avoiding you like the plague. all that time learning your schedule/habits has made it easy to avoid you (until you realize what's going on, at least). even places that they enjoyed for themself, they time things so you don't cross paths. it's honestly impressive LOL

they kind of hate it though. they miss you. they tell themself they don't, but they do. yeah they avoid you, but you know, if you both happen to be shopping, they might trail you and notice how you're buying ingredients for your favourite dessert, or how your eyes linger on a necklace before moving on. they just happen to be taking a similar path as you, and it's not like they want something bad to happen, so it makes sense to watch out, even now.

i'm picturing a confrontation where they try to deny avoiding you, then say they're doing it for a reason... and then you ask what this is, what anything meant, if anything. and mhin thinks they've dug themself a grave already and tell you it was nothing, a mistake, you should go home.

and you can either wait for a second confrontation, or call out their bullshit there—they're a liar but it's obvious to you, so what's actually going on? and tension rises and you push a little further until they finally tell you of course they care about you! and their voice might break a little because they don't speak loudly often, and their words dawn on them and they purse their lips—that's why they're trying to stay away.

something something don't push me away, i won't let you push me away, the significance of promising to stay with them, to work through things together and not leaving them alone, of seeing them as something else other than a monster, of seeing them as mhin.

mhin falls in love with your kindness, your open heart that warms theirs until it remembers spring. not just in the way you help them, but the kindness you show yourself, the people around you, your friends. they fall in love with watching you see the world in a way they hope to one day.

they fall in love with someone who perseveres when things get hard, but reminds the both of them that pushing too much or isolating yourself won't help. they'll stand at your desk and watch until you put your things away, or frown when they find you asleep outside of bed, and they know you'll do the same with them. they believe you'll get better at this together

mhin falling in love is pushing themself out of their comfort zone and doing their best to speak, even and especially when they can't think of what to say. it's them finding you in a bad mood and getting you food and offering to listen if you need to vent. it's them opening up and being vulnerable about their past that still hurts them, letting you reach for their hand or hold them when all they can think is that they don't deserve it.

i've mentioned this before but in an established relationship, mhin is softer but...not? they're comfortable to the point that they enjoy when you rest your head on their shoulder, but also enjoy making fun of you and laughing afterward. they don't have to be cold or walled off!! you're getting the real mhin, all sides included!

in general, they aren't a very touchy person. whether this is because they're not used to it or actually don't enjoy it is up in the air in my head. either way, it makes moments of physical touch a little more special! leaning against you when they're tired, reaching for your hand in crowds, letting you tie or play with their hair, etc.

the first time mhin kisses you, you're asleep. it's just a little one on the forehead as they pull the blanket up a little higher. and they keep doing it, because maybe it'll make it easier for when you wake up. they don't realize that you've been awake for the past 3 kisses as you pretend to fall asleep.

they let you watch them do experiments, and if it's up your alley, will listen to your thoughts and suggestions! feel honoured because it isn't a place, or thing that they let just anyone see! even if you aren't very science-y, feel free to give your opinion. maybe something will click in their head, y'know. or just be like, what if you mix red and white to make pink. and watch mhin stare at you like. How did you pick the two that'd be the Worst possible combination. like okay sorry i like pretty colours woah /lh

saying i love you.... i think they'd try really hard. you've helped them so much and they really do care, even if they're scared to say they love you, they know they do, they don't know what else this could be. there's a few times you catch them staring at you weirdly focused, and they're making a face with scrunched brows and pouting lips, and you're like. What is happening. and they chicken out. and get angry at themself for a while.

it kind depends on you, of course, and what kind of person you are. if you're someone who says it easily but never pushes them to say it, they feel grateful but guilty. if both of you keep dancing around it, a little anxiety and insecurity creeps back in when they don't want it to.

it's kind of a big deal for them, so the first time you say it is at the same time. not like Simultaneously saying it, but the same. ...day. at least. LOL. although if they're the one to say it first (somehow??) and you don't say it back until later that night because ?? shock? processing? nervous excitement? they Will be having a rough time dealing with themself, even while they repeat over and over that you deserve time, too, and it's okay, and they shouldn't overthink, etc etc.

mhin is So visibly relieved when you say it back. "were you worried?" "no?" < their head was a cacophony of 27 ambulances and noisy garbage compactors

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Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Theme: angst, friends to lovers to enemies

Warning: +18, mention of drugs, smut, angst, JK is kinda an asshole

Song: Friends-Chase Atlantic

Word count: 1k+

A/N: hey, I was bored last night so I thought “why not write a little one shot?”. Hope u like it and sorry english is my second language so I tend to make some mistakes. Have a great dayyy

One thing I learned in the past few months is to always keep your promises. I didn't do that which led to, me lying to every single person I love only to be with the man that I loved. Can you even call it love? I think so. At least from my perspective, but from his? Did he love me or did he love the rush of excitement that came with the forbidden romance between us? I don't know and I probably won't ever know but what I know is that we both screwed up. The promise we made many years ago had its purpose and we ignored it because we were blinded by the mind-blowing sex we had when none of our friends were around.

Now we're sitting here, pretending like the past months never happened, keeping up this facade for our friends in the hope that they will never find out. The smell of weed lingers in the air, taking me back to the night before everything went down. "You want sum' "J.T. holds a package of cigarettes in his hand. I stretch my arm slightly to take one and light it up before I blow out the smoke into the cold night air. "I thought you wanted to quit" His raspy voice reaches my ears, making me stop my movements for a second. "I've changed my mind" I try to make my voice sound as normal as possible but even an idiot could see that something was off.

We were very close, even before our 'little romance' but now I couldn't even look into his eyes. "You guys are fine?" Cora asks. "Yeah, why wouldn't we?" and another lie. "You two seem off. I just thought you fought or something" She's right, we fought but that's the consequence of fucking your best friend behind closed doors. They drop the topic fortunately and out of one cigarette becomes a joint. Our five friends talk and laugh but the only quiet ones are me and him.

"I should head home now. It's past midnight and I have practice tomorrow" I get up from the bench and take my bag. "How do you get home?" Dane asks, reminding me that he had quite a few drinks by now. "Walkin' " I feel his gaze on my body and before I can think any further he stands up and says "I'll drive you". I want to say something. I want to say no, I really want to but I can't because our friends are listening. I wave them goodbye and start heading into the dark with him behind me like a guardian angel.

"I can walk" my voice echoes through the darkness, making him let out a laugh. "What's so funny?" "When will you stop lying, y/n?" I stop in my tracks and turn around to face him. "You are scared of the dark. You hate walking around at this hour"

"Things change" my answer makes him laugh again. "I still wonder how the others never found out because baby you are a terrible liar". My eyes widened at his statement but also because of the pet name he always called me when no one was around.

"I'm not a liar" another lie. "You are. You never have practice on Sundays". Fuck this son of a bitch. How does he remember every detail about me and makes me feel things I shouldn't? "I'm not the only liar here" my arms crossed in front of my chest, trying to make myself feel less exposed. "You're right but the difference is that I don't deny it" I want to rip this damn smirk off of his face, that he always makes when he knows he's right. He gets on his bike and puts his helmet on while I stand there dumbfounded. "Get on top" he throws the other helmet and I catch it. My eyes roll before putting it on and hopping behind him onto the bike. He puts on the engine after making sure my hands are secured around his waist that I knew so well and before I could feel my heart beating faster, we drove off into the night.

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I should've known better when he said he wanted to follow me upstairs and make sure I would get home safely. But I was too dumb to think twice or maybe I hoped that this would happen. That's the reason why he's pounding inside me, right? Making me cry out the noises that he loved so much while my acrylic nails bury into his skin. I feel his muscles flex under my touch. "Fuck" he curses when my walls clench around him. His heavy breaths tickle the side of my neck while his tattooed hand goes down to stoke my waist. Soft moans escape my mouth and I feel his lips again.

My legs feel numb, the kiss deepens and I feel him hitting the spot that makes me want to scream out his name. It's like he can read my mind. Fuck you Jeon. "Do it baby. Say my name" he grunts beside my ear. I whine at the pleasure that starts building up inside me and as much I hate him, I still can't get enough of him. "Say my name baby. Tell me who makes you feel good"

"Fuck you, Jungkook" is the only thing I get out before the knot in my stomach explodes and my orgasm rolls all over my body.

He moans at the feeling of my walls tightening around him and increases his speed, pounding faster into my dripping core. "I missed you" did he? "Fuck I missed you so much" my heart clenches and I feel what I did when he whispered sweet nothings when he had me in his arms. And that's the moment I start thinking that maybe he has changed. Maybe we can try to be something again but this time stop lying about it. Dumb little girl. Because the next day I wake up he's gone...again.

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Touya's sitting on their couch, watching one of Keigo's interviews. He was enjoying it until the interviewer asked Keigo a question, "people are eager to know your name. Mind if you tell us what it is?"

Keigo laughs and plays with the wedding ring hidden inside his gloves, making Touya sit up straight, "you've known me as Hawks. But my real name is Takami Keigo,"

Touya slumps back, disappointed. He expected Keigo to introduce himself as Todoroki Keigo, not Takami Keigo.

"That's what you get for expecting," Touya whispers as he turns off the television. He walks into the guest room, sulking. He lies on the bed with the cover pulled over his head, ready to ignore Keigo if he comes home.

Keigo arrives home with a box of chicken and a paper bag of noodles. He was excited to eat dinner with Touya, but he won't respond no matter how many times Keigo called his name. He places the food on the counter and opens the door to their room, thinking maybe he fell asleep. But he wasn't there.

Keigo walks out of their room and knocks on their guest room, "Touya," he calls. But no answer.

"Touya," Keigo calls again as he slowly twists the doorknob, "I'm coming in," he says, then slowly opens the door.

Keigo walks towards the lump on the bed, whispering, "is there something wrong?"

Touya doesn't answer. A sigh escapes Keigo's lips. He gently gets on the bed and carefully pulls on the cover until he sees Touya.

"Get out," Touya says harshly after seeing Keigo's face. Keigo shakes his head and covers himself with the cover.

Touya turns around with a pout, "get out. I don't want to see your face."

Keigo didn't leave. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Touya's waist and peppered his neck with light kisses.

"I'm not leaving. So, tell me what I did wrong this time," Keigo says and continues to kiss Touya's nape.

Touya presses his lips together. He's fighting the urge to turn around. But Keigo pulled him closer and snuggled his face on Touya's back, whispering, "I feel like I'm going to cry if you keep ignoring me."

Touya immediately turned to look at Keigo when he felt hot tears on his back. A groan escapes Touya's lips as he pulls Keigo away from him, "you're supposed to be the one comforting me, asshole."

Keigo chuckles and wipes his tears away, "well, you won't face me until I cry," he teases and winks at Touya, "now, can you tell me why you're sulking?"

Touya rolls his eyes and pushes Keigo off him, "I was sulking because you introduced yourself as Takami Keigo, not as Todoroki Keigo. I saw you play with our wedding ring, so I thought you'd announce your marriage. But no, you introduced yourself as Takami Keigo. Why? Is it because you're ashamed of me? Is it because my last name doesn't fit your name? Huh? Tell me!"

Keigo laughs after staring at Touya with amazement, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were okay with me using your last name. Also, no, I am not ashamed of you. I think I'm the luckiest man alive because I'm married to you. And I don't think your last name doesn't suit my name. I honestly think it makes my name prettier. Do you know how long I've dreamed of being called Todoroki Keigo? Hmmm?"

"Liar," Touya whispers with a pout even though he believes Keigo.

Keigo sighs, then pull Touya into a hug, "I promise I'll introduce myself as Todoroki Keigo in my next interview," Keigo says and raises his right hand.

Touya scoffs and buries his face on Keigo's chest, "I'll leave your ass if you don't," he threatens, making Keigo laugh.

"Okay," Keigo agrees and kisses Touya's forehead before pushing the cover off them, "let's eat before the food gets cold," he says, then pulls Touya to the kitchen to enjoy their dinner.

[iwillmanagetheflashlight]

Hello lovelies!! Sorry I'm two days late with Chapter 3 . I didn't really get much of a response with Chapter 2 ... I will post 3 any ways. Enjoy!!!

Chapter 3 : The Not-So-Wonderful Weekend

Pairing: Eventual Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Jared is still an asshole, suicide attempt (please please please don't read if this will trigger you!!!)

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Y/N went to go towards the tent with Jensen when Jared got in front of them. "What?" She asked him.

"Why have you turned Jess against me?"

"I didn't do anything. Now get out of my way, Padalecki. You got your wish now let me fucking go."

"Not until you convince Jess... Break her away from that boy toy."

"You broke my fucking camera and my dreams. I'm gonna fail my final and it's gonna make it so I can't get into college. You can go suck a dick!"

"Its not a real career! It's barely a hobby."

"It's a really good career when you're going oversees to do wildlife! I'm not staying here..."

"Yeah right."

"At least I won't be a burden on you..."

"They won't support this."

"Who?"

"Who? Our parents, our friends, me! Take your pick."

"I already know I don't have a support system. I got into A&M on a photography scholarship. None of you cared when I tried to tell you, everyone shrugged me off. I promise I know."

He scoffed. "Talk to Jess please."

"No." She stalked off.

He huffed.

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"You had every opportunity to kiss her." Peter smirked.

He shrugged, "I don't wanna push her ..."

"Right." Peter shook his head.

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The morning had finally wrapped up. Jessica had changed into a more comfortable dress. She was walking around looking at the shops when she felt someone grab her hand.

It was Y/N, her camera around her neck, "Where is Nik? I thought we could get some pics done while y'all are on break."

"Uhhh. Im not sure. Let's go find him."

"Cool." She grinned. They found him at the food tent getting a water.

"Hey! How's your wrist?" Nik asked.

"Still numb ... " she grinned, "I was hoping you'd be ok with me getting some pics of you and Jess together in your costumes."

"I think we can make that happen." Nik smiled.

"Awesome. I found some of the perfect spots to do it!" She turned around and hit right into Jared's chest.

He glanced at her but stared at Jess.

Y/N grabbed them and went around Jared , "Jay gave me the PERFECT idea with a couple of the horses!" They all went on their way, thankful Jared didn't follow.

Jessica simled and settled into Nik's side.

Y/N took a good 100 photos of them, easily.

On the last photo, they were standing close together. Their hands brushed together. He gently had a finger under her chin, turning her to look at him. Their faces close together.

Jessica saw the decisions going through his head.

No one saw Jared approach.

Nik leaned down, his lips touching hers.

Y/N didn't hesitate to take the pics of them sharing their first kiss.

Jessica melted into him. Until she heard the screaming.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!?!?" Jared roared.

"Jared. This is my choice. My life." Jessica's eyes found the ground interesting. She wrapped her arms around herself. Jared made quick work of putting himself between the two of them.

Y/N stood up and went over to them. "Jared. You're in the shot and making Jess uncomfortable. Please move."

"No. Not when this concerns my girlfriend."

Jessica went pale. Neither of them had ever discussed that.

"Either you're lying or Jess didn't tell me and she NEVER keeps shit from me."

"Why would I lie about that?"

"Jared...You're my brother and I love you dearly, but ... you're a habitual liar..."

"Am not?!"

Jessica felt Nik's arms slip around her waist, his lips against his cheek.

She sighed, "Jared ... you're a liar, a cheat and a damn fool ... I'm sorry but it's true ."

"Let's hurry off..." he whispered in her ear.

"No. You've just kept the one thing I've wanted away from me. Turned her against me!"

Jessica let Nik lead her away.

"Jared, SHE WAS NEVER INTO YOU! WHENEVER YOU'RE HOME SHE DREADS COMING IN THE HOUSE! MY ONLY FUCKING FRIEND AND SHE DOESNT WANT TO BE AROUND ME WHEN YOU'RE AROUND, WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN TO YOU!?" Y/N screamed. But she didn't expect what happened next, she felt a hand connect to her right cheek. She stumbled back, astonished that her brother had just slapped her across the face, but it didn't stop him.

As soon as Y/N started to get up, he shoved her back down. "YOU SMOTHER HER. YOU KNEW HOW I FELT. YOU'VE KNOWN SINCE DAY ONE. I DIDN'T ASK MUCH. AND NOW YOU'VE LET HER JUST GO OFF A GUY TWICE? THREE TIMES HER AGE!!"

"AND YOU'RE TWICE HER AGE , ASSHAT!" She got up, pushing him in the chest, even though he didn't really budge.

"I told you to talk to her. She just needs to see sense."

"We know what we see ..  and neither of us like it."

He scoffed.

"Leave her alone. You understand me?"

"And if I don't?"

"You'll reap what you sow." She went to leave, but he grabbed her by her pony tail.

"Put the camera away before you lose everything." He let her go and stormed off.

She was silently crying, realizing no one was around.

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They went over to a barn.

Jessica was shaking.

"It's ok..." He tried to soothe her.

Jessica started to pace.

Nik sighed, grabbing her hand to stop her.

Jessica looked at him.

"Come here..."

Jessica did.

He pulled her close, giving her a deep and passionate kiss.

Jessica melted into him.

He didn't let up for a breath.

Jessica smiled as he picked her up into his arms.

"Mmm..." he hummed.

Jessica giggled. "We're outside you know."

"Mmm...I can change that."

Jessica nuzzled against his neck. "Don't we have afternoon responsibilities?"

"In like ... two hours..."

Jessica giggled as he carried her off.

They went off to his trailer.

Jessica was glad to be away from everything.

He closed and locked the door behind them.

Jessica giggled as Nik pulled her back to him.

"Now ... where was I?"

"Where were you?"

He chuckled.

Jessica smiled. Nik reached out to grab her. She giggled and stepped just out of his reach.

"Uh ..." he looked like a 5 year old who just had his ice cream stolen.

Jessica grinned. He tried again. Again she stepped back.

He kept doing it til she tripped, he easily caught her.

"Hi..." Jessica breathed.

"Howdy."

Jessica was scooped up.

He took her over to the recliner.

They settled down.

He held her close.

His lips quickly found hers.

He was gently rubbing her all over.

She felt him loosen her corset.

"Does it take long for you to get this back on?'

"Not if you can tie it." He was used to the ones on the Game of Thrones set.

"I'm OK with that..."

Jessica giggled, especially seeing him get frustrated on layer 4.

"How many layers did they put you in!?"

Jessica giggled. "Giving up already."

"Maybe once you're in regular clothes...God damn girl. "

Jessica smiled. "You had to deal with these on set." Knowing he delt with quick change dresses.

"They had two layers...not six.'

Jessica giggled and stood, and with three movements was down to just a white chemise. "That's better." Jessica breathed normally.

"Wow...more beautiful than I could've imagined. "

Jessica blushed, a strand of hair falling in front of her face.

He gently swiped it behind her ear.

Jessica leaned into his touch.

He smiled softly.

He lifted her into his arms.

He went back to his bedroom.

Jessica giggled as he tossed her on the bed.

He climbed on top of her.

Jessica took his face in her hands.

He grinned.

"So -" She didn't even get to finish the sentence.

His lips attacked hers.

Jessica melted into him.

He was grinding against her.

"Mmmm."

He grinned.

Jessica pulled him closer.

He accidently slipped in as he moved.

They both looked at each other.

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Jay was looking for Y/N.

She had gone and curled up in a corner of the food tent.

He went and settled next to her.

She ignored him.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?" She whispered. No one had seen what happened between her and Jared.

"You're upset. I'm assuming Jared was an ass."

She shrugged, "he told me to put the camera away before I lose everything ... what's that even mean?"

"I don't know."

She sighed, "I gotta finish my final, Jay ..."

"I know. You will. Did you get good ones of Jess?"

She gave a small smile, "yeah, wanna see them?"

"Of course." He had a big smile.

She turned her camera on, going through the pictures.

"That one." He pointed to the one right before the kiss.

"Wanna see one better?" She asked, showing him where they kissed.

"Wow..." He breathed.

"Yeah. I know."

"If Jared saw this picture...."

"He saw the real thing..."

"So that's why he's pissed...."

She nodded.

"Great."

"Sorry..."

"Don't be. She deserves to be happy."

"Yeah...well, I, um, I should get going...I need some more pics for my final."

He sighed as he watched her go.

She was gone for the rest of the night.

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Jensen wasn't happy with Jared and Jared could tell.

"What's wrong with you?" Jared said, approaching him. "And where is Y/N?"

"Studying. You can't just let Jess be happy can you."

"Studying what?"

"Whatever she wants."

He scoffed. "Whatever."

"Jessica can be happy."

"With me..."

"She likes Nik. A lot."

"He is no good for her."

"How do you know that?"

"He is three times her age and still married. He is going to counseling with his wife."

"And you're twice her age." Jensen countered.

"Better than what she is currently hanging with ..."

"Jar."

"I'm serious. "

"As am I."

He was steaming out his ears.

"Jar. I know you've always expected Jessica to be with you. You got to actually make her like you."

"Isn't that what I've done the last five years!?"

"Not when all your conversations involve Y/N and what she's doing wrong. Have you even asked Jessica how she's been? You know her so well, what's her favorite color?"

"Purple. Duh."

"Teal." Jensen corrected.

He shrugged, "she must have changed it up on me."

"Favorite movie?"

"Fault in our stars. "

"Only when she's needs to cry."

He shrugged, "potatoe, potato."

"Dude."

"What?" Jared said, just then both their phones dinged, it was a video chat request from Y/N.

Just then Jessie's phone dinged, video chat request from Y/N.

Jensen accepted it.

Jessica sighed. She pulled away and sat up making sure she was descently covered and accepted.

Jared simply leaned over, sharing the screen with Jensen.

Y/N's screen was black, she had been obviously crying. She smiled, seeing all their faces, "hey guys..." the black picture said. "Um, I know you're all probably busy ... but I just wanted to call and say I love you guys ... I'm not on set ... " she sniffled. "You can't find me by GPS, I disabled it, so don't even try. I'm just ... I know I'm not worth the hassle and disappointment I keep causing." There was the sound of movement, as if she was climbing over something.

"Y/N what are you talking about??"

"Jared told me ... if I didn't lose the camera that I would lose everything ... well, he is getting his wish ... so is my entire family." Y/N stifled a cry.

Jensen sighed, "Y/N. . .baby girl, you listen to me, okay? You're important to us. You take AMAZING pictures ... you can't let your family win ... don't let them take your light ..."

"My entire life, Jay, has been overshadowed by all four of my siblings ... I wasn't supposed to happen . There's a ten year difference between me and the next oldest ... I wasn't supposed to happen ... "

"Y/N..." Jared sighed. "Look. I wasn't really going to do anything. Come back to set. Please."

"Why? So you can harass me even more? And with me gone Jess doesn't have to be around you any more so she is free of my diseased family as well..." the wind was starting to pick up, making her phone unstable in her hand.

"Y/N you know how they are." Jared sighed.

"They? Not including you?" She scoffed, "You'll never change, will you?"

"What do you want to do? You've already decided to leave." Jared didn't sound angry, just sad.

"To leave set ... "

"Where are you going."

She turned her camera on, she was on a bridge, showing them the water and rocks below her.

Jensen sighed. "I'm coming to get you."

Just then the phone was dropped, it hit the water and the call was disconnected. Beth took a deep breath and leapt off after it.

Jensen was up running back to get a hold of the police.

Jared was pacing and calling himself stupid.

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Jessica had been quiet, shaking with rage.

"What's wrong?" Nik asked. He had stepped out to give her privacy.

"I'm killing him." Jessica was up pulled layers on quickly.

"Who, Jess?"

Jessica didn't answer, she started to lace the corset up herself.

Nik simply ran over and helped her.

Jessica kept muttering he's" dead" over and over until Nik couldn't take it.

"WHO!?!?!?" He spun her around so she was facing him, "I'll help you, but I need the details!"

Jessica dropped to her knees, burying her face in her hands and sobbed.

"Jess...what the hell was that call about, baby?"

Jessica felt him scoop her up. She was sat on the bed. She told him about the call.

He sighed, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. Shall we go kill Jared then go see her at the hospital?"

Jessica nodded, falling into Nik's side.

He picked her up and carried her out.

Jessica curled into him.

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Y/N laid unconscious on the rocks, she had hit her head hard and had several broken bones and ribs.

It had taken awhile but they had managed to find her and get her lifelined.

She had gotten all the bones placed and casted and had wires and tubes here there and everywhere. Jensen was updated after three hours that she was stable and in a medically induced coma as there was bleeding on the brain they couldn't currently operate on.

Jensen was pacing and panicking.

Jared watched him, "well? What did the doctor say?"

"JUST LEAVE!"

Jared flinched, "but ... Jay ... she's my sister!" He tried to reason.

"No. Before I do something worse. Just go."

Jared sighed, but walked out the door.

Jensen went into her room.

Had it not been for the heart monitor showing she was alive, you'd think it was her funeral.

Jensen cradled his head in his hands.

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Nik and Jess easily found Jared out in the parking lot.

Jared and Jessica locked eyes. Jessica thought about causing a scene but simply went to walk in. Until Jared came and caught her hand.

"I'm truly sorry ... I never thought she would try something like this ..."

"I don't want to hear it."

"Jess ... Jay won't let me see her ..."

"Good."

He sighed, "I'm sorry ... "

"You should be." She went to let his hand go. He clung tighter.

Nik reached over, easily separating their hands and replacing Jared's with his, leading Jess into the hospital and leaving Jared alone, where for once, he realized, he truly messed up.

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[babybubastis]

Bite Your Tongue

Summary: Shuri never promised Steve anything other than casual. Steve claims he can do casual. Steve is a liar.

Or

Steve is a jealous little shit and Shuri is not here for it.

Pairing: Shuri x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1,430

Rating: M (for safety)

Warnings: 18+, slightly NSFW, tiny hint of BDSM, angst, age gap (both characters are very much of age)

Additional Tags: Domme!Shuri, Sub!Steve, casual sexual relationship

A/N: Just a little oneshot (snippet? Drabble? Idk). AU set six years post-Endgame. I’m really on this Shuri x Steve train today, and I wanted a little angst, so I hope someone enjoys this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed! Comments always appreciated 💜

“You’re a tease, you know that?”

The rasp in Steve’s voice sends a prickle of heat across her skin. Her back is still turned, so he doesn’t see the slight smirk that creeps onto her lips, and she manages to keep anything but feigned innocence out of her voice as she continues pulling her stocking up her thigh and answers him.

“I know no such thing,” Shuri mutters.

The light snort he lets go tells her sees right through it.

“What?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder. It’s more an accusation than a question.

Lounging against her pillows, hands behind his head, Steve flashes her a sly smirk and arches a brow. “Is that how we’re playing it this morning, Mistress?” He sits up, sheets bunching around his hips. Her gaze flickers to his lap, and she suppresses the urge to lick her lips, narrowing her eyes instead.

“We’re not playing at all this morning, Rogers. I have to hurry or I’ll be late.”

His answering chuckle sparks a brief flash of irritation. He's not taking her seriously, and if Shuri isn't careful, she won't make it to her presentation at all.

If he’s not careful, he won’t be able to sit on that pretty ass of his for a whole week.

Steve throws off the covers and scoots to the end of her bed. She has to turn away from the smooth flex and ripple of his muscles before he catches her staring.

He likes pushing her buttons.

Any other time, the slight flare of his nostrils and the curve of his insubordinate little grin would earn him more than a quick roll of her eyes and a hasty dismissal. But she doesn’t have time for any of this - the slight pleading in his voice as he tests her, the flash of arousal that flares up in her gut. Playtime was yesterday, and she’s already broken the rules by allowing him to stay overnight. Again.

Steve comes up behind her and reaches under her skirt to find her bare.

“Not a tease, hm?” He mumbles against her ear.

Shuri stifles an undignified moan, warmth flooding her face as his lips trail down her neck.

“You do this for me, or your other boys?”

“What other boys?” She breathes, head lolled back against his shoulder.

Something is off in the way he chuckles. “Come on, doll,” he says in between soft bites to her earlobe, “I know I’m not the only one.”

She almost doesn’t catch it in her haze; the accusation underneath the joking statement. There’s a bite to his words. She tenses immediately. It isn’t like Steve to fish for information or comment on her “activities” outside of what goes on between the two of them.

This is supposed to be fun. That’s it. Nothing leaves her bedroom (or his, depending on the day), and there are no expectations once they’re back in the outside world.

So his not-quite-casual-enough-and-slightly-bitter tone hits her just the wrong way after an admittedly fun, but sleepless night.

She lifts her head up, turning to throw him a sharply arched brow and pursed lips.

Steve has the grace to blush, just the tiniest bit. His attempt at a smirk is more of a grimace, and his eyes flash with something like contrition. “I just-“

“You just... what?” Shuri crosses her arms, her other stocking and the time forgotten for the moment as her face flushes with irritation. “You’re fishing to see who else I’m fucking?” Her tone could cut diamonds.

He definitely winces at that, and his eyes flit to the soft carpet as his arms drop from her waist.

“Steven.” She doesn’t want to be doing this right now. They had such a great night, and she was feeling good despite being behind schedule.

Steve looks up immediately. His pupils are dilated and his tongue swipes across his lips. He clears his throat. “Sorry, Mistr-“

“Ah,” she admonishes, throwing up a hand. “I need you here all the way, Rogers. This isn’t a scene. Just two people, talking about their relationship.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Relationship. Is that what this is?”

She can’t glean from his tone whether he’s pleasantly surprised or put off by the word, and it’s unnerving that she even cares.

She huffs. “Well, ‘mutually beneficial sexual transaction’ sounds a bit less sexy, don’t you think?”

Something in his expression changes and it’s like a shutter closes. He shrugs before answering, “I just get the feeling lately like you can’t be bothered with me once we’re done... playing. Like you can’t wait to rush off to the next one.”

Shuri can’t help it, her mouth pops open a fraction, and she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “Are you... jealous?” He’s never even hinted at exclusivity or a desire to know about her other partners (of which she currently has none). It throws her off balance.

Then the last part of his admission sets in, and she cuts him off again. “Hold on, ‘next one’? How many people do you think I do any of this with, Steve? What exactly are you implying?” She knows her eyes are slits at this point but she really can’t believe this asshole, and she’s trying to give him a chance to back himself out of the hole he’s digging.

Steve doesn’t take the lifeline. “I’m not implying anything, Princess,” he answers in that somber, self-righteous tone that really pisses her off. “But if there’s someone else, I’d appreciate you being straight forward.”

Her jaw is almost to the floor. Is he serious?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she inhales deeply, trying to hold onto a shred of calm. When she opens her eyes again, his face is still in that infuriatingly placid mask. “I told you when we started this, that we would always be honest with each other. We agreed that if we had other partners, we would be up front about it for safety reasons, and for the sake of transparency. If one of us starts lying or holding back, it’s a slippery slope, and we need absolute trust for what we’re doing. You never told me you wanted to be exclusive, so I can fuck whomever I damn well please. And I’d have no reason to keep it from you. But I’m not, because I keep my word. Are you sleeping with anyone else?”

Steve shakes his head. “No, I’m not. You would know if I was.”

“Exactly,” she responds. “I trust that you would’ve talked to me about it, just like we agreed to talk about anything that comes up...” she watches his face for any hint as to what he’s feeling. He gives nothing away, hands clasped in front of him now. She sighs. “Apparently you don’t trust me the same way,” she says after a moment, and the realization causes a pang in her chest that stings more than she cares to admit. His answering silence tells her all she needs to know. Before he can respond, she turns her back and grabs the rest of her clothes.

He’s still standing there when she turns back around and brushes past him.

“Where are you going?” he asks as his fingers brush her arm. A hint of an apology bleeds through in his tone now, but it’s too late.

“I need to finish getting ready in peace,” she says without looking back.

She crosses the threshold into the soft glow of her bathroom and puts the door between them, leaving him to stare after her. The frustrated whisper of Steve cursing under his breath reaches her ears. It takes several long seconds, but she eventually hears him move again- a rustling of clothes, the jingle of keys, slow, hesitant footsteps to the door.

There’s silence again for a moment, and she really does consider going back out and apologizing. That only brings her anger back. What does she have to apologize for? He’s the one who threw a hissy fit and accused her of cheating when they’re not even together!

She shakes her head and slips her other stocking on, just as the click of the latch to her bedroom door cuts through the silence.

[mother-snake]

Why? Beacuse I'm bored out of my mind. Thats why.

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Janus was done.

He was done with all the hurtful comments about his appearance. He was done with people moving away from him when he stepped close. He was done with the abuse from the darks. The abuse from the lights. The ignorance that followed him every time he opened his mouth to even voice his opinion on a movie.

He was done.

Maybe thats why he was packing his bags, he wished for death at one point in time, but that was a long time ago. Now he just wants to leave and live his life. Janus walked over to the nightstand by his bed. He picked up the photos that sat there and looked at them.

Purple, Green and Yellow.

He simply put them back and latched his suitcase shut. On the bed he placed five letters. Each colour coded for the side and each saying that he was done.

Janus wasn't upset. People get dealt bad hands in life, he was one of them. Not a big deal! Right?

RIght.

Janus walked out of his room and for the first time in years, he didn't lock it. He burned the hundreds of journals he wrote over the years. He left his full outfit and was wearing a yellow button-up with black slacks. He left the photos. The memories. The med kits. The years worth of spilled blood...

He only had one more place to go first. To drop off a letter of 'fuck off and leave me alone' to the light sides. The commons smelled like fresh vanilla and smoked fire wood. The lights were off and the sides themselves were passed out as the DvD screen played over and over again

Placing the suit case down with a click, he walked over and placed the envelope on coffee table. He turned back around to pick up his suit case when-

"Why the fuck are you here?"

Turning around to see Virgil standing behind him, Janus let out a cheshire grin. "Dropping off my letter of resignation, why else?"

Virgil stood taller, "I don't know why else! You're probably put poison in that le-- wait... Resignation?" He seemed to think for a second. "You can't resign! Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell are you planning Deceit? Are you gonna duck out like I did? Why would we ever come save you?!"

Janus waited a few more minutes of Virgil yelling at him before he turned back around to grab his bag. Only to be pulled backward and slammed into a wall.

"What are you planning?" Virgil gripped his shirt harder as he slammed Janus against the wall repeatedly. When the room stopped spinning he looked up to see the other four woke up too. Fan-fucking-tasic.

Before Janus could even say a thing he was thrown to the floor and his ribs were kicked. He swears he heard them crack.

That. Is. It.

His eyes flashed a dangerous yellow and he felt his teeth grow sharp. "Stop fucking hitting me, Virgil.... NOW" the kicking stopped and Janus stood up. Standing tall despite the burning feeling surrounding his ribcage.

"You wanna know what I want? I want you assholes to leave me the fuck alone!" he wiped a small stream if blood away from his mouth. "I am tired of being the punching bag! I'm so fucking tired of never being able to relax! I'm tired of valuing starvation vs food poisoning! I'm done with being the convenient villian for you to pin all of the blame on while you continuously beat and bully a side who is barely 22 years old." He wiped more blood away, Virgil must've broken something. "I am tired of hiding in places to attempt to not be found by the other dark sides! I'm tired of the looks of distrust as if I was the one who made your life difficult! I'm tired of not being able to fall asleep because I live in fear that I won't make it till morning! I am really fucking tired of being locked in the fucking freezer--"

"What about all of our good memories together?"

Janus stopped and blinked. Staring at Remus who was looking at him like he had lost his damn mind.

"Those memories only show me that my only friends that I had now hate me."

"Janus-"

"No! You don't get to use my name! Not after you left me to die in the dark Remus! Not after you promised me that you would bring me too!" Tears were slowly leaking down his face. "You want to keep the memories? Well you can have them."

Janus summoned the photos from his room and ripped open the frames. Each time he grabbed a photo he tore himself out of it. Each time shouting about how the memory was now free of a dirty rotten liar in yellow. All while Remus was screaming for him to stop.

Dozens of photos layed on the floor. Half of them had a Purple side and a Green side. While the other half of the torn pieces was a Yellow side with a snake eye.

The others were flabbergasted while Janus just rubbed away the blood stream once again.

Janus coughed and covered it with his hand. Pulling the yellow glove away he looked down and saw large pools of blood staining the yellow fabric.

Janus let out a soft cuckle as he tore off the gloves. "Congratulations!" Looking into all of their eyes, but focusing on Virgils, "I am done. I am so so fucking done!!"

Janus breathed in a pained gulp of air. "Don't come looking for me." He picked up the suitcase, stepping over the shattered glass. "If any of you even cared for me at all, you would never come look for me." he started for the door.

"Janus wait!"

"Janus we are so so sorry!"

"please come back!"

"JanJan!! We need you! Please! Wait!"

"Janus! Please just wait a second!" someone grabbed his wrist

"LET GO OF ME!" Tearing his wrist frim Romans grasp. "YOU NEVER CARED BEFORE! YOU DON'T GET TO CARE NOW! YOU ASSHOLES DON'T GET TO PICK AND CHOOSE WHEN SOMEONE IS IMPORTANT!" and with those final words.... Janus walked right outside the door and was never seen again.

The other sides never realized how empty the house was before then. But Janus was right.

You don't get to pick and choose when someone is important.

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Hmm yeah angst

Did I shatter your heart again? Or do I have to try harder Jessie?

❤💛❤

aadjkfuigi- w h y   w o u l d   y o u   h u r t   m e   t h i s   w a y

im definately going to say that if my motheer wasnt in the room then i would most likly be in tears. cause yes. this is an angsty boi. (11/10for this one potatoo)