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anthonyed · 4 years

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There's a flower on his table-top. It's the last thing Tony notices; shrivelled, half hidden under a stack of folders with a leaf torn and browned.

He stares at it for a full five minutes, muscles tensing further and further until the wrench cuts bluntly into his right palm and he hisses as he drops it, feeling burnt.

It's a quick second distraction from that aged flower but it serves its purpose perfectly.

Tony turns away, calling for Dum-E to throw it into the trash.

Habitually, he drinks his coffee black and hot. No sugar, no milk needed. Just a quick fix to boost his system so it can function for another four hours.

Natasha catches him at 4am, wrapped in a woolen cardigan with an irritated frown on her pretty face.

She stares at him, and stares while he stares right back at her. It's like they're both trying to shift through words to find the right one to say.

Eventually she turns away and leaves.

Tony's not surprised, nor is he going to admit it bothers him more than he likes to think.

Clint is blunt. And brutal.

It's perhaps all the times he'd fallen on his head throughout his life, that he doesn't shy away from calling Tony an asshole, face forward.

"You just gotta destroy someone else along with yourself don't you?" His words cut like daggers.

If he's honest, Tony cries.

Two weeks after that dried rose, he stares at a teardrop on its spot. He hates the stream that doesn't stop but guess that's the price he has to pay for breaking someone's heart.

It's a strange sort of thing, to notice a drop of clear liquid before realising what it is and then, where it's from. Humiliating too. For Stark men don't cry but Tony always manages to break that streak somehow.

No wonder Howard hated him when he was alive.

It's the sight of Steve that does it in the end.

Forlorn in his long cotton sweatpants and thick beard and he's as good as he'd last seen him, or maybe better. But his blue eyes shine less, like something's hardened over them and when they meet Tony, they stare right through him as if he's a stranger.

And that's way too brutal than what he did, Tony thinks.

Indifference versus rejection and the former will always be the grand prize winner.

One night, after four months of turning away from each other, Steve comes to stand by the window where Tony's at; nursing a glass of whiskey for his rotten heart and his presence is so thick that it moulds around Tony like a warm cocoon. Comfort which he's been yearning for ages now within his reach but it's not really his to own, is it?

They don't speak. They don't look. They simply stand there right next to each other as if testing their boundaries and it goes on for hours and Tony feels tired; his eyes burn with sleep and whiskey but something in his veins pleads him to stay cause it knows if he leaves now, this will be it.

He doesn't leave.

Two days later, Steve puts a strip of bacon on his plate of breakfast and carries on flipping pancakes like there is nothing out of normal.

Clint's bite of waffle catches dust on its fork while his jaw hangs slacken staring at both of them.

Natasha's smirking, but it's barely there, for barely a second before it's gone behind a mug of jasmine tea which scents the whole kitchen.

Tony chokes on a strawberry, is what all of them think, but really it's a huge lump of tears stuck in his throat which grows and grows until Sam whacks him on the back with all his strength combined.

"Jesus Christ," he hisses between shaking his head.

Someone tells him on a Saturday, while the Sun is pouring hot into his workspace that Steve is still hung on him as he was before the mess.

Tony puts a name to that someone when he discards his goggles and meets piercing grey eyes behind a swath of long brown mane and, "My God," he says, "Do you have no plans to cut that lump of grease, Barnes?"

One day, he passes by a flower shop on the busy New York street while in search for caffeine post board meeting and it's a slight hesitation in his steps before he hurries along that sits with him until the dead of the night and he recalls vividly the smell of that dried rose he trashed that day and the ache in his chest which feels better now and he's thinking and thinking and -

He orders a bouquet the next day.

100 red roses within a mass of baby breaths and it's delivered to the garage, not to its intended recipient because Tony is still not sure this day.

And he still isn't sure even after a day, and another and those roses lose their luster and they wilt and they rot and Dum E kindly blends them into a smoothie which Tony pukes into the toilet bowl a week later.

The thing is, it's not the roses but Steve that he isn't so sure.

Sure, Barnes was a twittering little nosy bird who sprinkled some hope in Tony's dead garden. Sure, their friends tease them during battles or sometimes some random moments when their eyes meet, or fingers touch or Steve places an extra pancake on Tony's plate or when Tony gives Steve's shield back looking shinier before ever -

Sure, there are instances but, nothing was ever said between them after Tony tossed Steve's heart into the trash can and everything feels broken still sometimes when it's only two of them in a space together.

Courage comes in the form of a death threat when a rebar goes through and through Steve's chest but it barely misses his heart and Tony loses his shit like never.

If ever Rhodey has seen him so still, it is now by Steve's bedside smelling miraculously of both blood and antiseptic. Even Pepper couldn't get through him, in the end.

It takes 10 days and three hours for Steve to open his eyes and the first thing he smells is sweet floral.

Almost too much to the point that he scrunches his nose. Too much that he forgets the pulsating pain at his right temple and the tearing one in his breastbone. But he sees Tony in the mass of red, white, yellow and almost every other color in a rainbow and he understands immediately where the source of it comes from.

"Maybe I went overboard," Tony rubs his nape, looking oddly out of place but beyond desperate.

Steve's hand, already in his, gives a good squeeze and he feels better, marginally, but still unearthed. Like he shouldn't be here, but he couldn't help himself because he needs to and he just has to.

Steve croaks, "Just a little," and the twitch of his mouth gives more hope than a lake to a man in a desert. Tony drinks all of it like a starved man and he lets out a sigh he's been holding for ages. And the apology too, slipping through his lips into the clasp of both of their hands.

"I'm sorry," smelling sickeningly sweeter than the rose which came with Steve's 'I love you' eight months ago and it makes Tony wince.

Steve's silent through it. Through another hour Tony spends rambling over nothing and everything because Steve hasn't said anything and even then, even when Tony leaves, closing the door behind him, Steve doesn't say a single word.

"Maybe you're wrong," Tony wants to tell him. It's the only reason why he climbs out of his workshop at 3 in the morning because that's when their resident Robocop comes out for late night munchies.

And he almost says those words because that pair of shoulders are familiar as well as the black hoodie draped over them, except the owner of that body turns and Tony stops dead in his tract, breath caught in his chest because that is not Bucky Barnes but Steve Rogers.

And then he turns 180 and bolts out of the kitchen.

Once upon a time, the only person who'd dare to call him coward to his face would have been Rhodey. But now he's got like 10 of him and everywhere he turns, he seems to run into one of them.

"What are you running from?" Bruce asks him one day and Tony almost tells him. Almost. Cause it's Bruce and he would never judge but that is about it.

Something about all of this with Steve makes Tony feel like he should be judged. Bound to a stake and forced to face his judgement day because that's what he deserves for breaking Steve's heart.

So he opens his mouth, and he closes and he shakes his head and pretends Bruce never asked him a thing at all.

And then Steve walks into his shop - Jarvis, that bloody traitor - and Tony is so shocked about this turn of event that he misses the close proximity Steve puts himself to Tony when he asks roughly, "Did you forget I almost got killed?"

When Tony shakes his head mutedly, he asks, "Then you don't care to see if I recover. Is that it?"

Aghast, Tony opens his mouth to protest but Steve doesn't let him.

"You spent days sitting and mourning by my bed when I was unconscious and you bought so many flowers as if you wanted to bury me in them. Did you want to bury me in them? Is that why you're running away from me now that I'm back alive?"

And that hurts because, "How dare you?" Tony whispers, breath lost in boiling blood and he blinks back hot tears, looking up at the man he loves.

Those hardened blue eyes melt and they shine with tears when Steve cups his face and demands, "Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Honestly? Cause I think you hate me," and there it is. The ringing truth which Tony didn't know existed until it comes tumbling out of his mouth and his throat pains when he tries to swallow a building lump cause it hurts to look at Steve when he looks like he's been cut by a thousand knives.

So he tries to turn away but Steve pulls him into a bone-crushing hug and hisses into the crown of his head, a remarkably unfamiliar word to ever be directed at Tony Stark.

"Idiot."

#stevetony #stony #mine #and i finished this last night

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laraplisetski · 4 years

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Dating Iwaizumi Hajime

A/n: This isnt related to the headcanons but I have this request for Seijoh’s libero and since I'm doing dating hcs for all of Seijoh by their jersey numbers. So anyways please wait a little bit longer as I might tag you in the dating hcs for Watari. Sorry for any mistakes tho.

Special announcement!

I just reached a hundred follows today! Thankyou for for following me and I'm so thankful for all the support. If I could, I would try to show more gratitude in any way.

Words: 1790

Tags: @imthatchishiyasimp, @kekozume

(These arms tho)

Iwaizumi routinely calls you something like baka or dumbass but he says it in good faith.

For example whenever you do something stupid Iwaizumi call you a dumbass.

But he doesn't mean it, it's just how he shows his worry.

He's just a big ass tsundere, you cannot tell me otherwise.

A lot of people think Iwaizumi would be a gentleman but like I feel like he would treat you like Oikawa but like way less harsher.

Like he would let you call him nicknames like ‘iWa-ChAn’ and just blush and call you dumbass.

*cough cough* tsundere *cough cough*

Also he's bad at giving compliments,

Like you'll be wearing nice clothes that really fit your form and he’ll really like you wearing them.

And you'll ask him if he likes your clothes, and hell just blush furiously grab your hand and just start walking.

‘Iwa, do you like what I wore today? It's my favorite outfit.’

‘Ye-yeah, we have to go, we'll miss our bus.’

One time you guys had a huge argument over this.

You feel insecure because he treated you more like Oikawa who was his best friend than his s/o.

He tried really hard after that to compliment you whenever you looked good.

(In his opinion you always did)

And you really appreciated him trying.

After that your bond grew stronger as both of you knew that you would be willing to for the other.

As your bond grew stronger the more you started to open up to him about your struggles.

Now Hajime isn't a very open person. (Well he is but he doesn't like to admit it.)

And he's a little brash and very straightforward with his feelings or his thoughts.

So when you're acting down he straight up asks you what's wrong and doesn't consider that you don't/wouldn't want to talk about it.

This might make you a little more agitated since you're already very sad but when he realizes that you don't want to talk about it, he immediately regrets it and apologies straight away.

One thing I love about Iwaizumi as a character is that he isn't afraid to tell the truth even if he knows he's in the wrong.

But these things only happened in the start of your relationship because when you two spend much more time together he starts to notice patterns in your behavior and how you act based on how you feel.

That really helps him to know if you're sad, angry or irritated at someone.

Later in the relationship, he knows when to comfort you, when to give you space and when to scold you.

You really appreciate this because he doesn't sugarcoat his words and he gives you advice that is honest and comes from his heart.

Moving on, let's talk about his friends.

By friends I mean Oikawa.

When Iwaizumi first got a s/o Oikawa was fuming because

‘wHo wOuLd DaRe taKe mY iWa-cHaN aWay frOm mE’

Iwa slapped him on the back of his head after he said that.

After that every time you would come to school, Oikawa would stick to Iwaizumi like a leech

(for comedic purposes of course)

Iwaizumi found it amusing at first how jealous you would be that Oikawa was getting all your boyfriends attention.

But then as time passed you started waving to Oikawa whenever he was sticking with Iwa and he started waving back.

After that you two developed a friendship.

You know what this means.

Hell for Iwaizumi has started.

So Iwaizumi would always walk you to class in the morning and you guys would sit with Oikawa for lunch.

Now that you're friends with Oikawa.

Ohoho, I'm sorry Iwa you have to suffer.

So you guys get along very well and Iwaizumi is very thankful for that because the two most important people (other than his family) are getting along.

It's fine for the first two weeks but then you and Oikawa develop this sibling-like bond.

It's almost identical to Iwa and Oikawa’s bond but because you share the same sense of humor Oikawa doesn't get teased.

Also one time Oikawa convinced you to call Hajime, Iwa-Chan for a day.

To say Iwaizumi was not pleased was an understatement.

The good thing is Oikawa got the bad end of it but it was worth it.

Also you guys eat lunch together and you and Oikawa keep making bad jokes and Iwaizumi has no choice but to sigh and deal with it, cause he loves both of you.

Poor iWa-ChAn.

You also tend to stick up for Oikawa during practices when the team is teasing him.

Due to you thinking of him as your little brother (It doesn't matter if you're older or younger Oikawa gives off major annoying little brother vibes.)

And the team cant rebel against you cause if they did Iwaizumi would murder them.

Other than that they absolutely love you cause you take care of the first and second years and keep them in line.

And you get along with Matsun and Makki and share memes with them.

Surprisingly Kyotani also respects you.

And he actually listens to your advice.

(Because of this Oikawa will whine about how no one respects him and goes on a rant and then you have to cheer him up while simultaneously giving everyone attention in the team.)

Being a team mom for Seijoh is very hard.

Also I feel like the reason Kyotani respected you when you became Iwa’s s/o was because you were Iwa’s s/o.

But now his view on you has changed.

He's very inspired by you and looks up to you.

He's always amazed by how you can be such a naturally caring person and be such a good leader and team player.

He also might come to you for advice if he had an argument with someone.

If you're a volleyball player as well and you're good, be ready for Kyotani following you around everywhere asking questions.

It's sort of endearing.

You and Iwa and Kyotani have this parent-son relationship and it's so wholesome I swear.

(Please adopt him.)

You do not only help keep the team in check you help them with matches too.

Like maybe getting their opponents videos for Oikawa.

You also sit down with the first and second years to watch their opponents videos and point out what seems peculiar and what not.

One time the person who usually took videos of the matches was unavailable so you went out of your way to do it yourself.

When Iwa found out he hugged you really tight and had this proud look in his eyes.

I bet when Oikawa found out he just clung to you and started full on crying.

(You're basically their manager at this point.)

Also when the team found out that you taped it yourself and all that, their respect from you went out the roof.

Now you are a goddess among them.

(Kyotani literally be looking at you with star eyes)

Enough about the team tho

Let's get back to Iwa and you.

You always try to be sneaky and steal his clothes but he catches you midway trying to sneak one of his jumpers out.

But he lets you have them anyways cause you look fucking cute in them.

Whenever he sees you wearing his clothes this man just blushes like 50 shades of red.

(I'm sorry pun wasn’t intended)

But anyways what I'm trying to say is that he blushes a deep red and basically just becomes a stuttering mess.

You like kiss him on the cheek like this once and he's putty in your hands.

I'm not even kidding.

Also Iwa’s pretty muscular so no matter how long you are his hoodies will always be loose on you in some way.

(sorry muscular people)

And Iwa finds it so cute like

His s/o in his hoodie that's all loose on them.

Just like internally crying at that point.

Also mind you Iwaizumi loves back hugs like.

Imagine you are wearing one of his articles of clothing and you just casually back hug him.

Man will short circuit but will never admit he likes them because hes a

Tsundere~~

But this might just be my love of back hugs talking who knows.

When he doesn't have practice he usually stays at home and cuddles with you or you have movie nights with Tooru but that is rare cause he has to take care of his cousin.

But you guys just calmly cuddle and no one is really speaking.

Just basking in each other's presence and being comfortable in each other's company.

Sometimes one of you falls asleep and the other just strokes their fingers through their hair.

It's basically the same when he comes back from practice but the only difference is that he takes off his shirt and you massage his strong muscles with some oil.

After that y'all cuddle but you're blushing the entire time because like Iwaizumi’s shirtless excuse me!

‘And this bitch just goes,

‘Take a picture it'll last longer’

Like what, how do you expect yourself not to short circuit.

And curse you Oikawa, you don't have to teach him the ways of flirting.

Usually you wouldn't react to that type of comment but he's shirtless and now you're putty in his hands.

So you both are like beans.

Also I'm like a hundred percent sure Iwaizumi is a big spoon.

He just loves caging you in his arms and making sure you feel protected.

It also keeps him very grounded and just honestly happy to have you there with him.

There was this one incident in which you and Oikawa were bantering and Iwaizumi wasn't having any of it so he picked you up and threw you on his shoulder. And walked away like nothing happened.

After that you guys sort of had an impromptu make out session in the club room, which was unfortunately interrupted by Kindaichi barging in.

Bless him.

And his eyes.

You and Iwaizumi had to sit him down and make him swear to not tell anyone.

After that you two continued but Kindaichi might've accidentally spilled to Kunimi

Opps.

Bonus points

Iwaizumi likes to buy purple hyacinths for you on valentines day because it's your favorite flower and to also say sorry for when he was not boyfriend like in the beginning of your relationship.

(Yes I referenced Purple Hyacinth the webtoon, go watch it)

Also the team has a custom made Seijoh jacket, just for you!

And the first time you saw it you just hugged Iwaizumi and started sobbing because these boys were too precious and just too pure. (I love Seijoh)

The end.

#haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwazumi x reader #iwaizumi prompt #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi dating hc #x reader #xreader #x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#Haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyuu prompts #haikyuu headcanons #anyways #bye😃

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mendesbhraanth · 4 years

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Hi beautiful sending you love mwah 😘😘 just wanted to know if you can write something were you hear Shawn talk badly about you so you distance yourself. Please.

Thank you so much for requesting!! 😘😘

Pairing : Shawn x y/n

Warnings : language and angst

Word count : 2.8 k

The first thing you heard when you opened the door to Shawn's condo was basically loud laughter of people including your boyfriend's. You just came back from work, a bit earlier than usual because shawn had been complaining about how he doesn't get to spend time with you because work has been crazy for you and you had a lot of files to finish and you were hella tired of your boss being a complete asshole, who never lets anyone stay home and he was no different to you. Anyways you were not at all aware of the fact that he had guests over.

The sound was coming from the living area of Shawn's penthouse apartment and apart from Shawn's, you recognised the laughter as Brian's, and Connor's. A small smile creeped on your face. You absolutely adored Shawn's friends so you walked towards the living to say 'hi' to them.

You were close enough to hear what they were talking about when your legs came to halt at the mention of you name.

"So how's life with y/n? Tour's over....You're free and now that y/n is staying with you, you must have a lot of cheesy things to say" Connor said whilst laughing.

"Oh yeah I actually do but not right now because why the hell would you mention my so called clingy girlfriend?" Shawn said and Brian laughed so loudly at that but your heart stopped.

"What??! What are you saying?!?" Connor said because shawn has been the most "I'm obsessed with my girlfriend and she is my goddess!!" Type of guy he had ever met.

"I said y/n is extremely clingy and annoying and I don't have anything good to say about her right now so please stop talking about that hoe!!" Shawn said and started laughing like crazy with Brian. Both of their laughs clouding your mind. You just stood there not able to comprehend anything.

You turned around silently, grabbed your keys and left the apartment in the same clothes you came in.

You got in your car and started driving slowly. You were now driving to nowhere for about 30 mins.

The moment you processed the words shawn said you slammed the break and your head came down on the stearing wheel with a plasticy bang.. must have been painfull.. ow poor y/n.

Did he really say that?!? Does he think I'm an annoying clingy hoe?!? Hell! "HE" was the one who wanted me to stay home and spend time with 'HIM'!! And I'm clingy?!? Is this the guy you've been in love with for what? Like 3 years?!! How could he call you a hoe!?! Why would any boyfriend disrespect his girlfriend like that??!? This is the worst day ever!!

All these thoughts were knocked out from your mind by a loud honking sound. You were basically in the middle of a road and by now, there were tons of cars parked behind you. Wow! You just created a big traffic block in the middle of Toronto city. Go you!! *Claps of sarcasm*

You quickly turned around and took another route to make your way back to Shawn's apartment like nothing happened. Haha asshole! but sometimes you gotta act like you weren't the cause of a huge ass traffic block..

You didn't know exactly why you were going back. To lay it onto him?? To get your things?? I don't know but you got home with slouched shoulders and an emotion less face.

You were about to reach and open the door when Shawn opened the door and a bright smile appeared on his face on seeing you which almost made you forget about the things he just said. Eh but not really.

"Baby!!!! I missed you so much today!!" He said and went in for a hug and you hugged him back it was as if someone was clawing at your heart.

"I'm just gonna walk these guys out and I'll be back in a second okay? You get freshened by then" He said sweetly but right now his words seemed anything but sweet!

How dare he say that to them and then act like nothing happened?? That too infront of them?!?! Which speaking of-!

"Hey y/n!!!" Connor and Brian said at the same time and both hugged you and you silently hugged them back, with a fake smile that could basically convince anyone but not Shawn.

"You guys go ahead I'll come in a sec" he said and turned to you.

"Okay then Bye y/n" they both bid their goodbyes and made their way to the lift.

"Hey what happened baby? Any problem with your boss??" Shawn asked tilting your chin up to look you in the eyes.There was evident hurt in them.

You were debating to weather tell him or push him away but you didn't choose any of that.

"Yeah..had a bad day at work"

"Aww baby you go inside and sit down okay! I'll be back after properly saying goodbye to the guys and you can tell me all about your day. Alright?" He asked sweetly but it sounded like straight up sarcasm to you but you chose not to call him out right now.

He gave you a short peck and there he goes ....'probably gonna talk more shit about me' you thought to your self which and it made you feel like your heart was stabbing itself.

You went inside and sat yourself on the couch. The same couch where the love of your life talked shit about you being a clingy hoe. (Sorry I'm just over dramatic 😅)

About 5 mins later shawn came in and sat by your side.

"What happened baby?? What did your crazy boss do this time?" He asked while taking your hand in his and slowly stroking the back of your hand with his other hand but you didnt move.

"Nothing..just the usual..I have...work...just...I-!...I'm going to take a shower" you said. A slight frown appeared on Shawn's face. But he understood....some days you were like this when work really stressed you out.

'Maybe she doesn't wanna talk about it' he thought.

"Okay baby" he said and you stood up from the couch and before you walked 4 steps shawn caught your hand and pulled you into him.

He craddled your face in his warm huge palms that always made you melt like it wasn't even a big deal at all and kissed your lips sweetly.

You kissed him back but pulled away quicker that shawn would have liked which caused a small pout on his perfectly soft pink lips and all you wanted to do was kiss it away so that's what you did but quickly reminding yourself that he thinks your a clingy hoe and pulling away again.

"Let me kiss my girl properly first" he said smiling at you and you'd be lying if you said it doesn't do things to you even if your upset with him. How could he do this?!? One time he's saying he hates you and now he's all over you as if he really is?!?

"I'm tired shawn I wanna take a shower" you said while planting the same fake smile on your face. He frowned at you and them pulled you into a hug and you only dropped your hands low...not embracing the hug.

"Want me to join?' he asked playfully smirking at you and it literally made you feel all sorts of way but you knew it was all an act and he just.. thought you were a hoe.

"No I'm really tired shawn" you said now turning around and walking to the bathroom with tears forming real quick in your eyes.

"Okay... baby I'll start preparing dinner then" he said and you didn't fail to pick up the hurt in his voice. But why??? He doesn't care at all!! What a great ass actor?!? Your seriously doubting if you dreamed all that. But nah...its real..he hurt you.

You took a long ass shower washing yourself and feeling all your emotions get warmed up by the warm water and you just...started crying. You cried silenty under the shower where one couldn't distinguish tears from water. Maybe you were clingy. But that's only because you love him but why would he call you a HOE!?! Why?? Why would he disrespect you like that?? After 3 years of relationship, was your love for him making you look like a hoe??

After you got out of the shower, usually you would've just put on one of Shawn's hoodies and then go chill on the couch but today you just.. couldn't bring yourself to wear his clothes. So you put on one of your band t-shirts and some shorts and walked to the kitchen where Shawn had already prepared and put out dinner on the table and was waiting for your company.

He came to you with a toothless smile on his face which quickly dropped by half when he noticed you weren't wearing one of his clothes..but he didn't let it bother him that much or let's say... tried to act like it didn't bother him as much as it did. You still noticed it though..and it gave you a weird feeling.

He hugged you which again you didn't return.

"You smell so good!" He said pulling away from the hug and you gave him your half assed fake smile AGAIN.

Shawn was fully aware that something was wrong but he thought you'd tell him while having dinner.

He led you to the table and pulled the chair out for you like he always did and you both sat down to have dinner.

Awkwardness was all around the table.

You did not talk at all and even though shawn tried his best and asked you stuff to get you to talk about what's wrong or let's say..make it less awkward, all your replies were just..yes, no and silence.

After dinner you washed your plate and mumbled a goodnight that didn't feel like it was to ANYONE and went to sleep.

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It went like this for a few days.. you being extra awkward to Shawn and purposely avoiding him and distancing yourself from him and being really down. He was really sad and hurt and frustrated because he would ask you whats the matter and you would either tell him "nothing" or just shrug your shoulders. You didn't even look him in the eyes anymore. Shawn was really really confused and even more worried.

Well how could you talk to him?!? After all he called you clingy and annoying which means he doesn't want you around and also he called you a hoe.

One day Shawn came back from the studio and saw you reading a book on the couch. A small smile creeped on his face knowing that you were reading some sort of romance novel.

"What are you doing?" He asked while coming and sitting next to you.

You were pretty lost in the book so you did not see him coming in.

"Oh just a stupid book haha... I have to get back to work now.." you said and got up to leave only to walk two steps and stop at the mention of your name.

"Y/n" you turned around to see Shawn now standing up from the couch with a very hurt look on his face.

"I don't know why but I noticed that you've been purposefully avoiding me for a few days..why are you doing that?? What did I do??please talk to me.." He asked now looking straight into your eyes and you could see right in his eyes that he was hurt.

"What? I don't know what your talking abou..-!" You were cut of by Shawn showing his palm infront of your face.

"Y/n stop...you know what you've been doing.....Is it me?? Did I do anything wrong?? Please talk to me.....you can always talk to me you know" he said now reaching for your hand but the moment his hand touched you you shook it away and backed off like he attacked you or something.

Shawn looked at you as if his heart just broke.

"No shawn..you should've thought about that before calling me a clingy, annoying hoe" you said for once and stormed in your bedroom slamming the door shut.

Shawn followed right behind you and got the door shut right on his face.

"What are you talking about-!? I- I-..! Dont understand! I never called you any of that!" Shawn said now leaning on the door.

"Stop fucking lying shawn I heard you talking with connor and Brian that day and you called me all those things!!" You barked from the other side of the door.

"Shit! Baby I can explain! Please open the door for me! I swear I didn't mean for you to hear it!" He said now banging on the door.

"Of course you didn't! And Explain what?!? That I'm being delusional and maybe even say some half assed lies?? How did I ever believe that you love me?!? Maybe I am clingy...But you called me a hoe!!"

"No baby please listen! I know it would've sounded so very wrong but just wasn't being serious! We were just joking around and I said that" he tried to explain and it did not even harm a hair of your anger.

"Haha what are you saying shawn?! That would never convince anyone! Try harder with your lies and leave me the fuck alone!" You said.

"Baby please believe me.. you are the most gorgeous and amazing women I've ever met and I could never ever say such things about you! I love you! Please believe me!" He said with tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

"I wish I could believe you shawn..but I actually heard this with my own ears.." you said.. now wiping your own tears.

"Please open the door for me I will explain it all please just...hear me out!" He said now bringing his hands to his face to catch the spilling tears.

You opened the door to him kneeling on the floor. You sat next to him resting your back on the wall.

After a few seconds he came and sat next to you..... Both of you staring at whatever that was ahead of you.

"Explain" you said.

Shawn wiped his tears and started talking.

"So...that day..you went to work and connor and brian came over and we were chatting on the couch and you know how connor loves you and me together like he ships us so hard haha so me and Brian were just pranking him and joking around so I just said I don't like you to prank connor....it sounds so fake...I know but that's the truth..I should've never said that..even if it was a joke I'm so sorry baby. You can even call Brian or Connor right now and ask them if you don't believe me " he said

By now you felt almost dizzy..you're so dumb!! 😬..you were making such a huge ass deal about this. OMG you're so stupid!! Wtf?? How could you be so stupid?? Like..all of this would've never happen if you just opened your mouth and talked to your boyfriend!!!!

"I..-! I'm sorry" you said, looking at Shawn who was already looking at you.

"I'm so so sorry baby I thought you didn't love me anymore I mean..I know I'm not that good looking and you could basically have any girl you wanted and I just-! I'm so sorry!! Ya know I always am terrified that one day I'll wake up and you don't love me anymore and I just-.... I should've just talked to you about this. Shit! I'm so stupid this is all my fault!!" You were full on crying right now and shawn just pulled you to his chest while you cried.

"Hey Don't say that!! You're the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on and I can't even imagine living a life where you hate me and it's okay bubba I mean..if I was you this is exactly how I would've acted but from now on ..please talk to me if I did something that upsets you....I hate it when we cry" shawn said cracking a small smile.

"I'm sorry again" you said pouting your lips only for shawn to grab your face and kiss your frown away replacing it with a genuine smile, Something that has been lacking from your face for the past few days.

"It's alright now do you wanna make dinner or get Mc Donalds??"

You smiled at your sweet boy. He already knew the answer.

"Mc Donalds it is!"

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beware-of-you-98 · 4 years

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OTP Prompts for Jemily

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Who kills the bugs?

JJ (she grew up in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, she’s not scared of any sort of bug)

Emily doesn’t deal with creatures with more than four legs, so if she sees an insect, or lord forbid, a spider, she’ll immediately climb off the floor and call for her girlfriend

JJ can never find it in herself to purposely kill the insects (she’s also not too keen on having to clean bug guts from her carpet), so she’ll grab a clear plastic cup with whatever book or piece of paper is laying around and use those to put the bug outside

(If it’s a wolf spider, she’ll literally pick it up with her bare hands, much to Emily’s horror)

If the spider is a brown recluse or black widow, she’ll bring the covered arachnid closer and take the time to show her boys and Emily what markings to look out for so that they know to be careful

The only insect she refuses to deal with are stink bugs

When they come around, she and Emily take an emergency trip to the nearby Target and buy enough of the raspberry gel air fresheners for every one of their windows

Yeah, their house smells like a Jolly Rancher for the entire month

But at least they don’t have to deal with the annoying beetles

Who always gets hot? Who always gets cold?

Neither of them gets hot, but Emily is perpetually cold

The rest of the team will be in the field in pants and short sleeves while Emily is bundled in her turtlenecks and jacket

Even in 90°+ weather, Emily can sit comfortably in long sleeve shirts and pants

At first, JJ is surprised by how cold Emily can get

She wakes up one day to find Emily bundled under the covers and shivering

Of course, she’s alarmed and asking what’s wrong, only getting confused when Emily says she’s fine, just cold

“Em, it’s 76° outside.” “That’s practically freezing!”

JJ starts giving Emily her sweaters and sweatshirts for her to wear

Emily loves them so much because they fit her just the way she likes and they smell like her girlfriend

Who’s the big spoon? Who’s the little spoon?

Everyone on the team hands down swears Emily’s the big spoon

It’s not only because she’s taller than JJ, but Penelope says she gives big spoon vibes

(Actually, she says Emily gives huge top vibes and that makes her the big spoon by default)

JJ lets the team think whatever they want because she’s the only one that really knows Emily Prentiss is the ultimate little spoon

She can’t help it!! She loves the feeling of being wrapped up in JJ’s arms

And loves getting her hair played with while she rests her head on JJ’s chest

She’s!! Soft!! When!! It!! Comes!! To!! Jennifer!! Jareau!!

When did they realize they loved each other?

For JJ, she realized in the aftermath of the Tobias Hankel case

She suffered from horrific nightmares for weeks and never got enough sleep

Emily comes over every night for three weeks and holds JJ in her arms and comforts her when she wakes up screaming from her nightmares

JJ realizes she’s in love with Emily one night after she’s calmed down from yet another nightmare

She’s laying there in Emily’s arms, emotionally drained and exhausted and she just peers up at Emily and... knows

No one had ever cared for her like this, no one had ever made her feel so calm, so safe in years.

Emily does.

Emily makes her feel like no one has before, like she’s the only person to ever exist and matter.

JJ feels as if Emily’s arms is where she’s meant to spend her life

She doesn’t know it then, but that was the moment she fell in love with Emily. And she fell hard.

Emily knew almost right away tbh

It’s only a few weeks after she joins the BAU and everyone else had gone home except for herself and JJ

She goes into JJ’s office to keep her company

They spend the next few hours organizing files (Emily insists on helping because JJ looks really stressed and overwhelmed)

They don’t get a lot of work done honestly, they sit and talk with each other over mugs of steaming chamomile tea

Emily looks across the desk at JJ as she finishes a story and is rendered speechless by how beautiful the blonde is and how perfect she is and how everything about her makes Emily feel as if nothing else matters

She’s overwhelmed with her own emtion and just knows, knows, at that moment she’s well and truly fucked because she’s in love

Who said “I love you” first?

Emily does but it’s spontaneous and out of the blue

The whole team is hanging out at Rossi’s house

Everyone is laughing and having a good time

Emily and JJ are attempting to dance to the music playing over the speakers but they’re both hilariously uncoordinated

(They’ve also both had a couple of glasses of wine at this point, making their efforts even more comical)

Spencer and Hotch are playing a game of blackjack

Derek is half paying attention to the game on tv, half swaying to the music and doing weird dances when Penelope looks at him to make her laugh

Penelope is recording different parts of the night for the memories

Rossi sits back and watches over his children with a content smile

JJ stumbles into Emily’s arms with a giggle

Emily laughs and wraps her arms around the her blonde and just goes “God, do I love you.”

You can hear a pin drop with how quiet everyone becomes

Emily opens her mouth to apologize, to weakly defend herself when JJ grins up at her “Do you mean it?”

Emily’s response is a small, shy smile

“Say it again.”

Emily then leans in and gives JJ a light kiss and says more genuinely “I love you.”

JJ beams up at her and repeats the words, wrapping her arms around Emily’s neck and pulls her down for a deep kiss

(The team all give out a celebratory whoop at the couple’s expense and Penelope cries because she’s so happy for her friends)

(She sends the video to the two later on for them to have)

(It’s their most treasured memory)

Who demands cuddles?

When sober? Emily

Emily Prentiss loves a good cuddle

And, hey, after a day of dealing with the horrors they experience daily, a cuddle is what they both need and deserve

Drunk JJ is clingy as hell and will literally pout up at Emily until the older woman cuddles her

It doesn’t matter where they are

If they are in the middle of Wendy’s, drunk JJ will pout to her heart’s desire until she gets her cuddles (and a vanilla frosty, but that’s besides the point)

Drunk JJ actually demands cuddles

Who is more prone to stealing the other’s clothes?

While JJ gives Emily her clothes to wear, she is 100% the one that steals Emily’s clothes

She steals Emily’s hoodies all the time

If she can’t find something to wear for work in her side of the closet, she’ll steal a shirt from Emily’s

She also loves to steal Emily’s pantsuits and wear those to work sometimes

They’re so much more comfortable than skirts

And Emily loves to see her in them, so that’s a bonus

(She also steals Emily’s flannels before they go out for dates)

She just loves wearing Emily’s clothes as much as Emily loves to wear her’s

When do they tell their team/their families about their relationship? What are their reactions?

They decide to tell the team after five months that they’ve been dating

They want them to know because the team is like their secondary family

(And they also want to be able to publically be with each other when the team get together at Rossi’s)

(JJ just wants to hold Emily’s hand and give her girlfriend a kiss whenever she wants god dammit!)

To both of their relief, the team’s response is overwhelmingly positive

No one is surprised when they confirm to the team they’re dating

Hotch and Rossi are just like “we knew it”

Penelope has to remind both of them that she already knew because JJ had given Emily a kiss a few weeks ago during girl’s night (Penelope can keep a secret if she really wants to)

Spencer is confused because “Wait, you mean you guys have only just recently become a thing? You haven’t been dating for the past year and a half?”

Derek is just like “Well it’s about fucking time”

JJ takes Emily with her when she takes a weekend trip to take her boys home to visit her mom

She really wants Emily to formally meet her mom (“I know you already met her, but I want her to meet you as my girlfriend!”)

Though initially slightly surprised by JJ introducing Emily as her girlfriend, the blonde’s mother welcomes Emily with open arms

She’s never seen JJ this happy in years and it warms her heart to see her daughter in good hands

(“And she’s really good with the kids,” JJ’s mother tells her daughter later on in the night as the two watch Emily and the boys out in the backyard)

JJ just smiles warmly in response, relieved by her mother’s response

Ambassador Prentiss comes over to Emily’s apartment unannounced while JJ and the boys are having a family movie night

It’s awkward as hell tbh

Emily’s too formal and on edge

JJ longs to go over and place a hand on Emily’s arm for comfort, but stays put under the Ambassador’s steely gaze

(Michael and Henry are blissfully unaware, sucked too far into the animated universe of Spider-Man)

Finally, the Ambassador turns to Emily and asks if she’s happy

Emily turns back to JJ and the boys with a soft gaze before turning back to her mother and giving a light nod “Yeah. I am.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

All the tension falls from Emily’s shoulders and the biggest breath of relief leaves her lips at that

It’s the most approval she’s gotten from her mother in a long time but it means so much

What is their favorite way to show affection?

Emily likes to wrap her arms around JJ’s waist from behind

She loves to sneak up behind her when she’s cooking and gently grab her waist and press a light kiss against her neck before laying her chin on the blonde’s shoulder and watching her cook

She’ll slide behind JJ on the couch and kiss her temple before they cuddle and watch tv

She’ll randomly stop by and just wrap JJ in a soft, warm hug, gently swaying her from side to side before letting her go and going about her day like normal

JJ loves giving Emily sweet kisses on her forehead or her cheek

She wakes up before Emily and will sometimes be unable to help herself and just lean down and press a series of light kisses on the brunette’s nose or forehead

She’ll sometimes stop by Emily’s office during work and just plant a kiss on the crown of her head before heading back to her reports

When they go on long trips, who drives?

JJ!!

She loves to drive but hardly ever gets to

At work, Emily or one of the boys are the ones driving the SUVs

(And, yeah, maybe she got to drive the SUV when Kate was on the team, but still)

Even running errands like going to the store or picking up the boys, it’s Emily that drives

But Emily hates to drive long distances and often leaves that task to JJ

JJ loves it

Emily will lean her head on her shoulder or place her hand over the blonde’s on the gear shift

It’s so blissfully domestic and soft and makes the drive that much better

Who shows more affection to the other in public?

JJ easily

Emily is a firm believer that she has a hardass reputation to uphold

It takes all of JJ’s will power not to snort

Because, honestly, Emily is really just a big softie

But she’ll let Emily think what she wants

She’s the one that initiates hand holding on the jet when they’re going to a case and cuddles on the way home from one

She just wants to love her girlfriend anywhere and at anytime!

If she wants to give Emily a kiss in the middle of the bullpen (when it’s slow and the atmosphere isn’t as tense or serious as it normally is, of course), she will god dammit!!

(Emily’s light blush never does any good to help uphold her “hardass reputation” but oh well)

Who gives piggy back rides the most?

JJ gives the piggy back rides, Emily always gets them

JJ holds her as if she weighs nothing and it makes her swoon

JJ’s arms? A definite weakness for Emily

(Plus she never got to have piggy back rides as a child and JJ insists on making up for lost time so how can Emily refuse with an offer like that?)

Who proposes first? How and when?

Okay so I’m a firm believer that they’re both spontaneous as hell when it comes to this kind of thing

It’s literally just a matter of who lets their guard down first and let the question slip out first

If it’s JJ, it’s when she comes down one morning to see Emily and the boys making her breakfast

She just stops and leans in the doorway, smiling to herself as her girlfriend instructs her sons what do do

Emily is so patient with them

She helps Michael crack the eggs into a bowl and then kisses his nose, which makes him squeal in delight and her to grin

Henry stirs the batter for waffles and gets flour on his glasses and face

Emily leans over and gently cleans him off, grinning and laughing in surprise when the young boy gets batter on her nose

The three of them are just laughing and genuinely having a good time and, god, it makes JJ’s heart feel so full

When they finally notice JJ in the doorway, the boys run up and give her good morning kisses before going back to cooking breakfast

When JJ and Emily are alone and cleaning up the kitchen, Emily just wraps her arms around JJ’s waist and gives her the softest of kisses

The “marry me?” slips from JJ’s lips without much thought

And Emily, though initially surprised, just beams in response and gives her girlfriend (fiancé?) a deep, passionate kiss and just goes “just let me know the date to reserve, baby”

If it’s Emily, it happens in a very soft, very intimate moment between the two of them

They’ll be laying in bed at midnight, cuddled naked under the covers with no space between them

Emily leans over and brushes her fingers through JJ’s long hair, her heart fluttering wildly when the blonde looks up at her

Her eyes are full of so much love, her expression so soft and adoring, Emily can’t help but to whisper out “marry me?” into the room

She goes to maybe to start a speech about their relationship, how much it means to her and how much she wants to be a part of JJ’s and the boys’ lives but all that comes out is “I just... I really, really love you and want to be a part of your life permanently.”

Just like the first time they admitted they loved each other, JJ beams and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Emily’s lips before telling her to say it again

Emily presses a kiss to JJ’s chin and asks again so softly “marry me?”

JJ pulls her in for a long, deep kiss

“I’d marry you as soon as tomorrow if you wanted me to.”

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ultimatetrashyfanfic · 3 years

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I keep trying to write for the other games but I always come back to SDR2, it’s my favourite. And Kazuichi is my favourite too so I wanted to do a fic about him. I saw all those posts about how most of the cast and his own voice actor didn’t like Kazuichi, and it made me want to write about him having friends that cared. Found family is a favourite trope of mine, and I really want him to be friends with Hajime (who is the best bro), Nagito, Gundham and Sonia. Non-despair AU, because I need bad parents to be alive for this one. I set it up like Hope’s Peak is a high school/university campus for Ultimate Students, cause I love them all being together in one place. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it - Circle

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34417255

Warning: descriptions of current abuse and past child abuse (verbal and physical), injuries, some self-loathing, panic attacks.

“It’s my mother’s fucking birthday today.”

That was the very first thing Kazuichi said as he stomped into the little cafeteria. Hajime and Nagito were the only people from his own year sitting at any of the tables, so he went over to them and repeated his statement as soon as he’d grabbed a few slices of toast.

“Okay. So?” Hajime said. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed yet, still wearing the sweatpants and crumpled shirt he’d slept in. The teachers never usually came over to the adults’ recreation areas, so they’d mostly stopped bothering to keep up appearances. Nagito was still shifting through packets of cereals thoughtfully at the breakfast bar, but Kazuichi could see he was wearing one of Hajime’s oversized hoodies with bare legs and socks but no shoes, his hair an unbrushed explosion.

“So my dad will want me to go out with them tonight. To dinner.” Kazuichi said it like the word dinner meant execution.

“Oh, right.” Hajime only knew bits and pieces about Kazuichi’s relationship with his father - Kazuichi was unusually taciturn about it - but he knew more than enough to understand that Kazuichi wouldn’t want to go on outings with him in his free time. “Can’t you tell them you’re super busy or something? Make out you’ve got some huge project coming up and you can’t squeeze in enough time to meet up with them.”

“Meet up with who?” Nagito asked, padding over.

“You’re tempting fate, walking on linoleum floors in socks,” Kazuichi said. “You know what you’re like. Also it’d be great if you could put some pants on.”

Nagito ignored him. He didn’t have any food in his hands even though he’d spent so long at the breakfast bar. There were half a dozen empty chairs around them but he plopped down happily on Hajime’s lap.

“Nagito!” Hajime muttered irritably, though he made no attempt to shove him off. “I’m trying to eat my bloody cereal. And where’s your food? You need to eat something.”

Kazuichi sighed heavily. “Do you guys always have to do this mushy couple stuff? I swear you’re doing it on purpose sometimes.”

“I’m just trying to eat my cereal.”

“Who are you meeting up with, Kazuichi?” Nagito asked, like there hadn’t ever been a break in the conversation. He took a spoon and started eating from Hajime’s bowl too.

“Get off! Get your own bowl, for God’s sake!” Hajime cried, trying to swat his hands away.

“I didn’t want a whole bowl.”

“I did!”

“My parents,” Kazuichi said, deciding to ignore the bickering too. Nagito and Hajime could go on like this for hours. “It’s my mother’s birthday. They’ll want me to go out to dinner and play Happy Families. Except I never feel bloody happy when I see them.”

“So don’t go,” Hajime said, like it was that simple. “You’re an adult. Sort of. They can’t force you. Your dad isn’t going to come in here and drag you out himself, is he?”

“He might.” Kazuichi didn’t really know how to explain it. It was still a knee-jerk reaction to obey his father and go along with everything he said, just because it was all he’d ever known how to do. Immediate acquiescence was the only way to avoid the screaming, the blows, the insults. Oh, his dad had a vicious tongue, that’s for sure. He could bring Kazuichi - and his mother - to tears in minutes. Sometimes Kazuichi almost wished he’d just hurry up and hit him. At least the punches stopped hurting after a while.

“He’ll call if I say no. And text.”

“So block him.”

“No, it won’t work. You don’t understand, Hajime. Don’t you think I’ve tried that before?” His voice was too loud, making students at other tables look over. “He’d just use Mum’s phone, any phone. And he knows where I am. I’ve got no choice. Not until I can get out of this school and leave on my own.”

“You could say you have diarrhoea,” Nagito chimed in, snatching a piece of toast from Kazuichi’s plate.

“What? Why?”

“That one always works. I’ve used that lie hundreds of times. People always get flustered and embarrassed and they don’t ask any questions.” He took a bite of the toast and grimaced. “You put way too much butter on this, Kazuichi.”

“Oh, I’m sorry the toast you stole from me isn’t to your liking,” Kazuichi said sarcastically. “And I’m not saying that, it’s too embarrassing. Even if it is just an excuse.”

“Well… you’ll be in a restaurant, won’t you?” Hajime said. “He can’t really do anything to you in a restaurant, Kazuichi. It’s too public.”

Kazuichi ducked his head. “He can say things.”

“What sort of things..?” Hajime’s face was tense now. Kazuichi slumped in his seat until his chin was nearly resting on the table.

It was like Hajime had just hit a rewind button in Kazuichi’s head. He heard his father’s voice as clear as day, running back through all the cold, cruel insults through the years: Will you shut your mouth! You never stop whining, why can’t you act like a man; don’t you dare start crying or I’ll give you something to really cry about; no, I’m not stopping the car. I don’t care if you feel sick, if you make a mess of the backseat you’re cleaning it up yourself; I thought a four-eyes was meant to be clever? You’re a total moron; oh my Lord, what the hell have you done to your hair? It looks terrible!

“Kazuichi? You’re crying,” Hajime said, frowning.

“No I’m not. I’ve got something in my eye. I’m going to the bathroom to wash it out,” he gabbled, standing up and dashing for the door. He heard Nagito and Hajime yell after him, but he didn’t pause. He sprinted back to their dorm building and burst into the bathrooms.

Gundham was at the sinks, peering into the mirror as he applied his eyeliner. Kazuichi made him jump and he drew a wobbly black line all the way down one cheek. Under normal circumstances Kazuichi would’ve laughed his head off, but he wasn’t in a laughing mood. He brushed past and dashed into a stall, slamming the door hard. He crumpled into a heap on the floor, buried his face in his knees and wept.

He tried his best to cry quietly, but Kazuichi had never been very good at that. There was silence for several minutes, presumably so Gundham could fix his makeup malfunction. Then Kazuichi heard footsteps coming closer. He glanced under the stall door and saw a pair of black leather boots.

“Go away,” he mumbled. He doubted Gundham would tease him now - they weren’t really enemies anymore - but he still felt pathetic. Although that was pretty stupid. This was Gundham, for God’s sake, the man who organised full-length funerals for his pets when they died, complete with eulogies and a proper burial, even the fish. Not just funny sweet jokey funerals either; he took it all very seriously and got very upset if you happened to giggle. Gundham wouldn’t laugh at him.

Kazuichi didn’t expect Gundham to comfort him either. Gundham didn’t go in for comfort. He could just about manage it for Sonia (though Kazuichi had seen him petting her shoulders and hair when she was upset and it was very similar to the way he stroked his dogs and cats and rabbits) but he kept his distance from everyone else.

Then Kazuichi felt something small and warm nudge against his leg. He jumped back, squealing. One of Gundham’s hamsters, the chunky orange one, was scrabbling at the leg of Kazuichi’s jumpsuit.

“Um, your hamster is in here,” Kazuichi called, hating how thick and waterlogged his words sounded.

“I’m aware.”

Gundham didn’t explain anymore, and the hamster obviously couldn’t, though it seemed determined to clamber into Kazuichi’s lap. “So… why is he in here?”

“While the Dark Devas of Destruction hold unimaginable power and should be treated with the greatest respect and caution, it has been written by those who heal the sick that their mortal forms can calm an anxious mind. Cham-P is the most docile of my demon beasts. He will tolerate you until you are recovered,” Gundham said, protecting his voice in the empty bathroom like he was on a stage.

It took Kazuichi a second to understand that Gundham was letting him hold the hamster (Cham-P?) to help him feel better. He figured “those who heal the sick” was a Gundham phrase for doctors and nurses, so there might well be evidence that having pets helped you calm down. It was a nice thought, but Kazuichi wasn’t totally sure he was grateful. Gundham’s hamsters made him nervous. One had even bitten him a few times - though it wasn’t this one. And Cham-P seemed sweet enough, clinging to Kazuichi’s leg with his funny little paws.

“Thanks,” Kazuichi mumbled, cupping his hands under Cham-P and rubbing his thumbs against his soft fur. Gundham was right; once he was sure the hamster wouldn’t turn and attack him, this was pretty soothing. Maybe he should ask Gundham for hamster pets more often - he certainly needed to calm his anxious mind a lot.

Gundham didn’t speak to him again. Kazuichi didn’t open the stall door. Somehow it worked better that way, and Kazuichi had managed to stop crying by the time he gently pushed Cham-P back under the door. Gundham picked him up and left the bathroom without speaking, but Kazuichi didn’t mind. That was a good sign. Gundham spoke a lot more when he was annoyed than when he was content.

“Maybe it takes him a long time to think of all those big words,” Akane had once said.

Kazuichi managed to make it to class on time, though he didn’t remember much of what Miss Yukizome said. He spent the day in a fog of panic, biting his nails until they bled, wishing class would end and wishing it would go on forever all at once. His parents were picking him up at five. He kept his eyes glued to the minute hand on the clock, watching it move round relentlessly, willing it to tick backwards just for today, just once.

His hands were shaking. Kazuichi clenched his fists, irritation swirling in his chest. He had to stop this. He was an adult now, not that same scared little kid. He wasn’t going to dissolve into a soggy puddle at the first insult (and he couldn’t pretend there wouldn’t be insults). Don’t you dare start crying or I’ll give you something to cry about - NO, shut up, stop it. He wasn’t crying. And he wouldn’t cry tonight either, not in front of them, no matter what they said. He’d be strong. He wouldn’t let them call him a crybaby.

Kazuichi looked up at the clock again. Just over an hour left.

***

“Have you seen Kazuichi this morning?” Hajime asked when Sonia and Gundham joined him and Nagito at breakfast. “I’ve been texting him for the past hour - and most of last night - but he won’t answer. And he always answers. In fact, he’s usually the one texting me ten times if I don’t answer right away.”

“I haven’t seen him since class yesterday. He was worried about seeing his parents, was he not?” Sonia said, starting to look concerned too. Yes, Kazuichi wasn’t known for getting up on time, but he’d always answer the phone if you kept on ringing long enough.

“This hellish meeting appeared to be causing terror in his mind,” Gundham said thoughtfully. “I encountered him yesterday in a lamentable state of hysteria.”

“We should probably go check he’s okay,” Hajime sighed. “I don’t like the sound of his father at all.”

“Perhaps that’s why Kazuichi is so…” Sonia was clearly trying to find the politest way to phrase it.

“Insecure? Clingy?” Hajime supplied bluntly. “It can’t have helped, I’m sure. Gundham, you didn’t get along with your father growing up, right? Maybe you could give him some advice. How did you handle it?”

“I cut that demon from my life like a tumour!” Gundham declared, gesturing so enthusiastically that he knocked his glass of water into Nagito’s lap.

“Ahh… What bad luck,” Nagito muttered, smiling. Hajime grabbed a napkin and tried his hardest not to roll his eyes as Gundham yelled elaborate apologies. Nagito’s eyes were sparkling. He got the feeling Nagito enjoyed all this eccentricity, but Hajime found it pretty exhausting this early in the morning.

They went to Kazuichi’s door in an unruly group, knocking and calling him for several minutes. No answer. Hajime tried the doorknob but it was locked tight. He sighed. “Nobody could sleep through the racket we’ve been making. Something must be wrong.” He raised his voice, trying not to sound as scared as he felt. “Kazuichi! If you don’t come out I’m going to get Akane to break down the door.”

They waited, holding their breath. Nothing - but Hajime’s phone pinged with a text message from Kazuichi: I’m fine, just leave me alone.

“Bullshit,” Hajime muttered. He showed the message to the other three.

“Maybe we should respect his wishes? I’d hate to be a bother to an Ultimate,” Nagito said, but he was glancing at the door anxiously too, fiddling with the lock.

“Demon beasts retreat to their lairs when injured, sick or frightened,” Gundham said thoughtfully. “He may be in need of aid.”

“Then we must help him!” Sonia cried passionately. Hajime was sure she’d been getting louder since she started hanging out with Gundham. “He is our classmate and friend, we can’t give up on him now.”

“Sonia’s hope shines so brightly,” Nagito mumbled, almost to himself. “It’s clear why she’s such a good leader in her country.”

“Nagito, don’t start,” Hajime sighed. “Okay, fine. Maybe you can try to convince him to come out if we can get the door open, Sonia. He might actually listen to you.”

Sonia’s determined expression flickered. “Oh dear, I hope he doesn’t start simping again.”

Hajime couldn’t help it - he burst out laughing. “I think it was more harassing than simping, Sonia. Who’s been teaching you this?”

“I’ve read up on slang!” she said proudly. “I can understand the colloquialisms of several different nations.” She paused. “But I will try my best to help Kazuichi.”

“Don’t bother,” a voice said, making everyone jump. It was so close now, as if Kazuichi was standing right on the other side of the bedroom door. “No point trying to sleep in with all you lot nattering out there.”

“You alright, Kazuichi?” Hajime called. “We’re going to hang out in Sonia’s room, maybe watch some crappy reality TV. Want to come?” He was making plans up as he went along, but his companions didn’t argue.

“We have class,” Kazuichi said.

“I’ll ask Imposter to let Yukizome know we’ll be out today. Make out we’re sick or something.”

“Imposter should tell her we have diarrh-”

“Shut up, Nagito.”

“It really works, Hajime!”

Another pause. Then a soft, muffled sigh from behind the door. “Fine. I’ll meet you there. If I can. Just let me get dressed.”

***

Almost an hour had passed before Kazuichi managed to unlock his bedroom door. He hadn’t dressed, he hadn’t even brushed his hair, he’d spent most of that hour staring at his face in his phone’s camera, grimacing. Imagining how his friends would react. He wished he’d kept his big mouth shut about his parents; at least then he could’ve explained away his face as an accident.

The thought of going to Sonia’s room, of walking in there and seeing their expressions… it made Kazuichi stiffen with terror. It was that thought that had stopped him opening his door when his friends were knocking and calling out to him, even when his palms itched with longing. He couldn’t just go sit casually with them all now, not when every single glance at his face would broadcast his weakness to them.

It served him right for trying to argue back, for kidding himself he could stand up to his dad for once. It didn’t matter how many times he recited the mantra in his head - I’m an adult now, he has no power, he’s the pathetic one - he shrank back into a scared little kid when his dad raised his clenched fist.

It was becoming hard to breathe, like Kazuichi was in a vacuum and somebody was slowly sucking the air out. He sat down heavily on his bed, not sure his shaky legs would carry him to Sonia’s room even if he wanted them to now. He scrambled for his mobile and sent a single, frantic message to Hajime: Come to my room. Just you, please.

Somehow it was better to open up to Hajime alone. He was Kazuichi’s soul friend, and they’d seen each other in a mess several times before. His friendship with Gundham and Sonia was still new, tentative, fragile - he didn’t know if he was ready to air all his dirty laundry around them.

Not even a minute had gone by before Hajime burst into the room, not bothering to knock this time. Kazuichi kept his head in his hands, trying as hard as he could to control his breathing and to hold back the tears. He failed on both counts.

You’re a failure. You’ve always been a failure. A mistake, a waste of space, useless useless useless…

“Whoa, what happened? Shit, Kazuichi, you need to calm down,” Hajime gabbled, sitting beside him on the bed. His voice was frantic.

“I’m trying!” Kazuichi wailed, his breath coming in rapid pants like he’d been sprinting. “H-Hajime, I can’t - I can’t breathe…”

“You can, I promise. It just feels like you can’t, I know. Here, look at me.” Hajime yanked Kazuichi’s hands away from his face - and gasped, horrified. “Fucking hell, Kazuichi!”

Kazuichi hurriedly covered his face again, pressing so hard that his new bruises started throbbing. This was a terrible idea. He should’ve kept the door locked until his awful, plum-purple black eye and swollen lip had faded enough to cover with makeup.

“No no, I’m sorry, I was just… surprised. Look at me, it’s okay, it’s going to be okay,” Hajime gabbled, taking hold of Kazuichi’s hands again and pulling him close until they were face to face. Kazuichi immediately tried to wriggle away because he felt so dizzy and ill that he was scared he was going to faint or puke, but Hajime held on.

“Kazuichi.” Hajime was clearly making an effort to sound less terrified. “It’s okay, I need you to listen to me now, right?”

“Let me go, Hajime. I-I feel sick,” he gasped.

“You’ll feel better soon if you try this, I swear. Now I need you to take a deep breath in and tell me five things you can see,” Hajime said, his voice firm and sure now.

“W-what..?” It seemed a ridiculous time to be playing weird guessing games - but Hajime swore it’d make him feel better, and he was one of the few people Kazuichi truly trusted, so he tried. He clutched onto Hajime’s hands and worked his way through all five senses, Hajime guiding him and murmuring encouragement in this new clear calm voice, like he’d done this a thousand times before.

Gradually - so agonisingly slowly - Kazuichi felt his breathing slow down, felt the dizzy feeling in his head begin to clear, the nausea ease. He no longer felt in danger of puking directly down Hajime’s front anymore. He kept tight hold of those warm, steady hands, though Kazuichi knew his own hands were wringing wet and clammy.

“Feeling better?” Hajime asked in an unusually gentle voice. It made Kazuichi cringe.

“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice rasping painfully. “This is what I didn’t want. Everyone fussing over me.”

“I think anybody would need a bit of fussing after a panic attack.”

“How did you know how to do that? All that sense stuff, making me say things I could see and feel and hear?”

“Nagito has panic attacks. They’re grounding exercises. They’re meant to help bring you back to the present, distract your brain from the anxiety,” Hajime said.

“Oh. Right.” There was a silence. Kazuichi wanted to hide his face again because he knew all too well it was the elephant in the room, Hajime would have to say something about it eventually. He hastily shook his messy hair out, brushing it over the bruised eye.

Hajime saw, and his face darkened. “I could kill him for doing that to you.” He took hold of Kazuichi’s chin and moved the sweep of pink hair out of the way. “I’ll get you some ice, okay? It might help the swelling. Did he do this at the restaurant?”

“No. In the car afterwards,” Kazuichi mumbled. “He was just saying stuff in the restaurant.”

“What sort of stuff?”

“You know. Getting at me. The way I look and my Ultimate and all that. And I’m such an idiot, I just get all tearful when I know that always makes him worse, he always said he hated having such a crybaby wuss for a son.” Kazuichi was crying right then. “I tried to stand up to him a bit, but I know I just sounded pathetic.”

“Don’t say that,” Hajime said sharply. “You’re not an idiot. Or pathetic. It’s not your fault. Of course you’re going to cry if somebody sits you down and insults you all the way through dinner, for God’s sake. Anybody would. So he did that in the car? What did your mum do?”

“Nothing, really. Just stared ahead through the window.”

Hajime’s clenched fists were shaking. “You’re not going out with them again.”

“I don’t want to, but they call me and-”

“Next time they start blowing up your phone, give it to me. I’ll tell them where to stick their fucking visits,” Hajime said. “And I’ll rub Nagito against their car so they get their share of bad luck.”

“I think you’d better ask him before you try to rub his luck onto things,” Kazuichi said, but he was smiling now. He had to admit, the thought of Hajime giving his dad an earful down the phone was pretty entertaining. Hajime had a vicious tongue when he wanted.

“And you can come back to my place in the holidays. Nagito already does.”

“So I can play third wheel every holiday? While you’re both doing gross stuff like sharing cereal bowls and shirts?” Kazuichi said.

“I’m serious. I’m not letting him get away with this. Come back with us for the holidays. I really mean it, Kazuichi.”

“I know you do.” He squeezed Hajime’s hands gratefully. “Thanks, Hajime.”

Hajime gently pulled Kazuichi into a hug, holding tighter when he felt Kazuichi was still shaking. “Sooo… want to come watch TV with Sonia and Gundham and Nagito? Or rather, watch serial killer documentaries where Sonia tells us every detail before we’re even ten minutes in. Poor Gundham is looking more terrified and impressed by the second.”

Kazuichi paused, biting his nails. “I dunno… They’re gonna make a big thing about my face. I don’t want to go through all the explanation and pity again.” And he was scared talking about it would have him spiralling back into a panic, but Kazuichi didn’t want to admit that.

“I’ll make sure nobody talks about it, alright?”

“They’ll still know what happened.”

“Well. Yes. They’re not stupid. But they’re your friends too, Kazuichi. We fucking care about you,” Hajime insisted. “You’re almost as bad as Nagito sometimes, you know.”

Kazuichi paused, considering. Part of him - the scared, withdrawn, insecure part - was screaming at him to clam up again, that Hajime was just being polite, that his friends actually hated him and groaned about him behind his back. It took a lot of effort to get those thoughts to shut up. They’d been plaguing him all night, swirling round and round in his head like a tornado. If his own father seemed to despise him so much, it wasn’t a stretch to believe his friends did too.

Kazuichi had barely slept all night, and in the morning he’d purposefully ignored the phone calls and messages, thinking it was the right thing to do, that his friends would be grateful that he’d let them off inviting him - but they’d surprised him. They hadn’t accepted radio silence; they’d come to his dorm, pounded on the door, yelled for him, begged him to let them in. Even Sonia, who had more than enough reasons to hate him.

They hadn’t given up. They really, truly cared.

Kazuichi felt near tears again. He nodded, too scared to open his mouth in case he started bawling. Hajime grinned. “Come on, you don’t need to change out of your pyjamas. Nagito is still wearing his too.”

“You mean yours. I never see him in his own clothes anymore,” Kazuichi whispered. His voice cracked slightly, but both men pretended not to notice.

It was still torture to step into Sonia’s room, to watch the astonished and horrified looks flash across his friends’ faces when they caught sight of the bruises. But Hajime was gesturing wildly behind him, and everybody smoothed out their features sharpish. Nobody said a word for a few seconds.

“Who is it this time?” Hajime finally asked, staring grimly at the serious detective being interviewed on the TV and squinting at the Japanese subtitles (Sonia had introduced them to serial killers from all over the world). He plopped down on the bed beside Nagito, gesturing for Kazuichi to sit on his other side. Nagito had a bowl of popcorn on his lap, holding it steady with both hands like he was sure it would go flying if he forgot about it for a second.

“John Wayne Gacy!” Sonia cried. “Do you know of him? He had thirty-three known victims and he targeted young men and boys…” She went on and on, recounting the entire story of his early life, his killings, right up until his death, before the documentary was even half over.

It didn’t make the real documentary any less frightening. Kazuichi spent the majority of it with his face hidden in Hajime’s shoulder, fingers in his ears.

Gundham was silent until the credits were rolling. In the tiny lull before anybody else could discuss what to watch next, he spoke in a low, almost menacing whisper: “The human race is an abomination.”

Kazuichi, Hajime and Nagito laughed so hard they had to cling onto each other, tipping the popcorn bowl right over. Even Sonia couldn’t help smiling, though she tried to cover it with her hand. Gundham was affronted, taking the remote himself and putting on a nature program instead. He brought his hamsters out of his scarf and arranged them on his lap so they could watch too.

“I guess we’ll take it in turns then,” Hajime said, rolling his eyes. “Everyone is choosing a show that they alone will like anyway.”

“I’ll happily take the last turn,” Nagito said. “It’s the least I can do when the Ultimates are so kind as to include me.”

“Nagito, shut up,” Hajime said, but fondly.

Gundham pointedly turned up the volume on the telly, and everyone took the hint and stopped talking. Kazuichi let his head rest on Hajime’s shoulder, feeling his eyelids droop. It wasn’t just the warmth of the room or the boring program or the lack of sleep the night before - he felt safe enough to doze here, with friends he trusted. There was still a tiny voice in the back of his head yelling that it wasn’t real, they were just being nice, everyone hated him - but it was much easier to drown that out now. Kazuichi knew it would come back soon, louder and more insistent than ever, but perhaps next time he’d have the strength to reach out to his friends. Perhaps next time he’d feel able to ask for help. Perhaps.

#danganronpa #super danganronpa two #sdr2 #danganronpa sdr2 #kazuichi soda #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #gundham tanaka #sonia nevermind #panic attacks #abuse tw #non despair au #hope’s peak au #mod circle

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solastia · 4 years

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Sanctuary | 2

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x F!Reader

Summary: Your bed & breakfast has a new regular...Jeon Jungkook of BTS

You shuffle into your office, still a little sleepy despite having a shower and having a steaming cup of coffee in your hands. You weren’t sure what the cause of it was, but you’d been entirely too restless to sleep well. Too much excitement, perhaps?

You shrug to yourself and sit into your office chair with a loud yawn, ruffling your still damp hair as you power on your laptop. You still hadn’t received any reservations for this week and you were hoping someone would come by for the weekend at least. You had some honeymooners reserved for next week, but that didn’t help you now. An entire week without guests would put a noticeable deficient in the books.

That’s why when you pulled up your check-in program and saw that you’d been booked for the entire week by a single client, you had to verify that you weren’t still asleep. You pinched yourself and cringed at the pain, staring again at the program.

Sure enough, it was all still there. One client, for seven days straight. They’d booked the biggest room upstairs, the only one up there besides your own. What was incredibly strange is that they changed the offered rate. Normally, you were one of the cheapest places in the area and charged $120 a night. Not bad for one of the more expensive areas in Northern California. This person was offering you a deal of $300 per night, along with fees for meals and a hefty “to be discussed” tip if you were to close reservations for anyone else. They were trying to rent the whole place? So probably some celeb going for anonymity by hiding in an unknown B&B.

You shrugged. It wasn’t that crazy, although most local celebs tended to hang out in Carmel rather than around here. And it certainly wouldn’t be the first one you’d hosted, simply the first one that had been so generous. The other two were well-known names and you’d been expecting a hefty tip from them but they’d been surprisingly tight-fisted. One had even tried to argue your nightly fee down in exchange for using the name of your place on his social media. You’d been happy to decline.

While a little more business would be nice, you didn’t want the place overrun. You wanted it small and cozy. Safe, for yourself as well as your guests. The whole purpose of the place was to have somewhere calm and comfortable to escape to.

This person must be especially desperate if they were booking the entire place to be alone. There wasn’t a mention of them bringing any other guests with them. You exhaled noisily and clicked accept, sending them a little welcome email with all the instructions they’d need. You wondered with a self-amused grin if you should start putting a little footnote mentioning that celebrity scandals or drug-filled parties were not allowed on the premises.

You lean back in your chair when you’re done, taking sips of your now luke-warm coffee as you think over everything that you have to do to get ready. According to the form they filled out, they’d be arriving that evening. You kept the house in shape daily so you didn’t have much to do in the way of chores, but you should make a menu for the week, get the fireplace in the room prepped, and hit up a few of your friends for the local event tickets.

Thor comes up and bumps your thigh, reminding you that you still had to take him out.

“I got you, buddy,” you chuckle, standing up with a groan and going to fetch his leash. “We have a long day ahead of us, and then maybe you’ll have a new friend for a bit, huh? You gotta be on your best behavior.”

Thor barks softly and you pretend he’s answering you instead of demanding you hurry the hell up with your shoes. You decide at the last minute to throw on a hoodie too since the temperature was lowering fast. You hiss as you step outside and hope that Thor manages to get his business done fast. But even the chill wasn’t enough to bring down your mood. Today was going to be a great day. You could just feel it in your bones.

****

You had just finished putting another batch of cookies in the oven when you heard someone arrive and ring the little bell you kept on the front desk.

“Good evening! I’ll be right there, but go ahead and shut the door if you want!” You holler from the kitchen as you wash your hands.

You’d left the door open just in case they came around while you were putting around the place, but now that they were here you could finally turn on the heater.

You dry your hands and pat down your shirt and pants as you walk, hoping you didn’t look too casual. Jeans and a flowy blue button-up blouse with matching flats seemed casual yet comfortable. And you were wearing your pearls just in case they were the stuffy sort that would look down on you for not looking at least a little professional.

“Hi, welcome to Sanctuary! I’m -”

“Hey, Noona,” a cheeky-toned voice answered as you turned the corner and entered the foyer.

Your eyebrows fly up as you see the tall figure standing there. “Jungkook?”

He looks...fucking glorious. Black pants that look like they are painted on tucked into those stomper boots he seems to love. Plain black t-shirt tucked into his pants and a blue flannel shirt over that. Sitting next to him is a large black backpack that is easily half as big as him.

He grins cockily and leans against the desk. “They gave me a couple of weeks off so I’m here on vacation. Please take care of me,” he bows with mock formality.

“You’re the one that booked the whole place, right?” you ask, bringing up your computer application to check him in. He leans in way too close and looks over your shoulder as you work.

“Yup! One of the managers did the form though. Did he do everything I asked? Up the rate and made sure you feed me?”

You snort, “Yes, Jungkook. They are paying me an astronomical amount and I have plenty of food. Although, I only went shopping for one normal person. You’ll probably go through it all it two days, so make me a list.”

He chuckled lowly and you shivered, feeling his breath on your ear.

“Well, I’m not eating every meal here. I’m going to go out sometimes, too. Maybe noona can show me some nice places?”

You struggle to hold back a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.”

A shrill beeping started in the kitchen and Jungkook jumped back, looking around curiously.

“Cookies,” you answered the silent question. You finish typing a couple of things in the program than jump up and rush towards the kitchen, amused to notice Jungkook hot on your heels.

You shove your hand in a glove and pull out the pan, your own stomach rumbling a little from the delicious smell of chocolate chip cookies. It probably also didn’t help that in your rush to prepare for your guest you might have forgotten your own meals.

You scoop them onto the wire rack, so focused in the work that you forgot about the other person beside you until his thieving hands begin reaching towards one of the scalding hot cookies. You smack it with the spatula.

“Let it cool,” you order unapologetically, forgetting for a moment he was an actual guest. His sheepish grin assured you that there were no hard feelings. And that he would probably do it again.

“Are you hungry for actual food?”

He nods quickly, helping himself to one of the bar stools at your prep counter.

“Yeah. I ate this morning, but then I had to finish this interview before they’d let me go free. And that means an hour in hair and makeup for five minutes of questions,” he rolls his eyes and props his cheek onto his hand as he watches you.

“Ugh,” you grunt sympathetically. You look around for the menu you’d made for the week and hand it to him. “Look this over, will you? Let me know if there’s anything you don’t like.”

He silently reads your list as you prepare him a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. And maybe you sneak a couple for yourself as well.

Finally, he nods and tosses it over. “It’s good. Maybe add some Korean food if you know how to make any. I noticed there weren’t any restaurants.”

“Yeah, this place isn’t really known for its diverse cuisine. But if you want fifty seafood places, we have you covered.”

He snorts, “Kinda like home.”

You laugh, remembering how many little food carts littered Busan’s beaches.

You place his snack in front of him and he dives in happily, his eyes wide with happiness. You slide into the seat next to him and study him.

“So, Jeon Jungkook. What are your plans for the week? Are you going to stick around the house most of the time or should I maybe find some places for you to visit? I have lots of friends that I can get tickets from.”

He takes a huge gulp of milk and sighs contentedly before he answers. He shrugs, “Mostly around here. This is my time to actually relax. Definitely going to the beach and taking some photos. Other than that, I don’t know.”

“Hmm,” you hum, propping your chin in your hand. “The main attractions out here are all marine-based, so it’s up to you if you want to see any of it or if it’s all just old news to a Busan boy. But we do have the marine sanctuary nearby, there’s whale watching, and I think the butterfly exhibit is still going on. It really depends on how far you’re willing to travel. Monterey has even more things to do.”

He looks almost shy when he glances up at you. “Is it okay if we just stay here tonight?”

Your filthy disgusting mind conjures up all sorts of things hearing a sentence like that coming from Jeon Jungkook’s mouth, but you gulp and hope your voice sounds normal.

“Yup. Of course. It’s your vacation. Most guests don’t even interact this much with me. They just check-in and have meals sent to their room.”

“It’s okay. I like having noona around,” he grins, his eyes crinkling mischievously. Brat.

He looks around suddenly. “Hey, where’s Thor?”

“I usually keep him in my room until I figure out how pet-friendly the guest actually is.”

“You can let him run around, I’m fine,” he grins with excitement and follows behind when you get up and head towards the stairs.

Once you reach the top you can already hear Thor sniffing on the other side. You fling open your bedroom door and let him practically fly towards Jungkook. The man tries to sneak a peek inside before you slam the door shut, not ready to let the international celebrity see your mess.

Instead, you nod towards the room across the hall and gesture with your arm.

“This one is yours.”

He grins softly and walks around peeking at everything, patting the covers of the bed until Thor jumps up. He sits next to him and nods.

“It’s so nice. You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you grin lopsidedly as you take a quick look around. “I think I did okay too. I’m no interior designer, but I was hoping for homey.”

“It’s relaxing,” he agrees with a nod. “I couldn’t even do this with my own place. I just threw some blankets on the floor and set up my PC. I don’t even think I have proper dishes. I had to eat cereal out of the plastic bag inside,” he giggles.

You shake your head, unsurprised really.

“This TV is pretty big too,” he grunts as he climbs towards the headboard of the bed, then crosses his ankles with a sigh, setting against the plush pillow behind him and playing with the remote. “Do you get all the channels?”

“Yeah,” you nod, standing there awkwardly now as he gets comfortable. You should probably go make dinner now or something, right?

“Oh nice,” he suddenly exclaims exactly, tossing the remote away. “Deadpool is on. Come watch, noona,” he says, patting the spot next to him on the bed.

His eyes are huge and there’s not a single hint on his face that this is a joke. He looks innocent and earnest. Just where was this “shy” Jungkook you’d always heard about?

You shuffle towards the bed and slowly lower yourself onto it, trying your best to avoid actual contact with him. He didn’t seem to approve because he actually scooted closer until his rock hard thigh was pressed right up against yours.

“Get comfortable, noona. I don’t have rabies,” he chuckled, tugging you down a little more until you were sharing a pillow.

Fuck. How was it possible for a man to smell so good, you moaned in your head. Thor - the traitorous bastard - was cuddled in a circle right in between Jungkook’s legs. He looked well on his way to taking a nap.

You focus on the tv, not really watching the movie, and trying instead not to hyperventilate. He was so close and you didn’t know what to do with your hands. You felt like a nervous teenager.

It was probably midway through the movie when you first heard it. A tiny little wheeze. Then, the man next to you felt like he was slipping. You turn and grin when you notice that Jungkook is pretty much out for the count. His head has slipped right onto your shoulder and his mouth is wide open as he sleeps, his nose making a cute little rattle instead of outright snores.

You huff and look around, yawning as the feeling of laying in bed finally begins to catch up with you as well. You hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, so it was understandable. But Jungkook probably didn’t get much sleep on a regular basis, so you’d hate to disturb him now. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes for a little bit. Just until it was time to make dinner.

You give in to the lazy feel of the room and shut your eyes, snuggling into the pillow a little more. You barely noticed when a strong arm flipped you over gently and pulled you closer.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook #noona #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #mxr #sanctuary #solastia

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jougogo · 4 years

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lemon flavored breakfast bars

college au!daichi sawamura x gn!reader

word count: 1.3k

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a/n: hi guys! this is the first part of a 6 part daichi x reader series called lemons for love. i hope you enjoy xoxo mwah also yes i highly recommend the lemon bars they’re real and you can find them at like walmart

warnings: none!!

you were in your first year of college when you first met daichi.

it was the first day of school, and you were lost in the sea of frantic students rushing to get to their lectures. the morning so far has been horrible. not only did you wake up late, but in your rush, you had forgotten to grab the campus map that you left on the nightstand.

"this is nothing like what they tell you in the tours," you muttered under your breath as you stumbled back into the student lounge in your dorm. exhausted from trying to find your way through the crowd, you had turned around and hoped that some sort of a savior will come along and help you. picking a random person to ask for directions was your last resort, and albeit the most embarrassing, but you didn't have any other choice. the boy with the tie standing in the corner? nope, he didn't look like he wanted to talk to anyone. the haughty girl furiously texting someone on her phone? she'd probably walk away while silently judging your mildly disheveled appearance. the boy in a hoodie getting snacks from the vending machine? well, he was your only chance. tentatively, you walked over to the boy and tugged at his sweatshirt.

"excuse me?" you asked, slightly embarrassed at the fact that you sounded like a lost child. he whipped around, and you froze. oh my god, he was beautiful. the fine male specimen standing in front of you had a strong build, with broad shoulders and toned arms peeking out from the soft cotton material of his hoodie. you could make out the outline of his muscular thighs through his gray sweatpants. his dark hair was slightly ruffled, and his mahogany brown eyes peered at you curiously. it was like this guy stepped right out of a fairy tale, one where the handsome prince lends a hand to help the poor, confused village girl and they fall in love and live happily ever aft-

"yeah, what's up? are you okay?" the beautiful stranger replied, pulling you out of your daydream.

"oh, uh, i was wondering if you knew how to get to room A205? i have a lecture there and, uh, i got lost." you sheepishly admitted, sensing a blush making its way onto your cheeks.

"oh, no worries! i have a lecture there later, so i don't mind walking you over. i’m daichi," he grinned, bending down to pick up the snack he had just purchased from the vending machine. a familiar bright yellow packaging caught your eye.

"lemon bars… so he's a man with good taste." you thought to yourself. seeing that you noticed his snack of choice, he glanced down shyly before explaining

" i didn't get to have breakfast today, and these…" he paused, turning the little package over to read the nutrition label, "fiber one lemon breakfast bars, which is only, uh, 70 calories with 5 grams of fiber per bar, looked pretty healthy."

"no worries, i've had plenty of those myself." you laughed. in fact, you had lived off of those practically every time finals week came around.

"oh? so i guess they must be pretty good." he blushed, staring at the concrete floor as you two walked in the deserted hallway.

"so, professor hendricks...have you had him before?" you asked, surprising yourself at how desperate you were to fill in the silence. there was just something so. . . addicting about his voice. the way they sound so deep, rough, and just a bit raspy. yet, they were like soothing music to your ears.

"yeah, this is going to be my second year. he's decently entertaining, and i enjoyed his other class so i thought it might be fun to pick this one," he hummed. "last year, he treated all his students to a pizza party after midterms. i still don't know how he managed to sneak all that by the dean," he let out a small chuckle. "but that small, insignificant event managed to bring the class together, which made the rest of the year even more fun because now other students were no longer just strangers in the same room. that's what i want to do with my life; bring people together. " his eyes sparkled with marvel and wonder. "sometimes, when i feel like i have no purpose in life, it really does help to know that some time in your life, there was an event that you caused to happen, you know? it could be as simple as picking a certain snack in the vending machine, or even offering to help someone. but to know that you made a difference? that's what i live for." after noticing your curious stare, he quickly apologized. "oh my god, i'm so sorry, i get lost in my thoughts sometimes. it’s probably weird to talk about something so deep with a stranger. i’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, " he stuttered.

"no, no it's fine! I actually thought it was really sweet, and i love that you have a clear goal and future that you want to achieve. i wish i was that ambitious. right now, i'm just trying to figure out how i'm going to survive after college, you know?" you looked out the window wistfully, rubbing your fingers together. high school had almost torn you apart, and now that you’re in a new city, with no friends or family? it was going to be hell for the next couple years.

"hey, don’t worry about it. you seem like a capable person so you’ll probably get through it. plus, overthinking won’t do you any good. here, have some food," daichi snapped you out of your sullen state and back to reality. his words were comforting, almost sympathetic. it was almost like he could sense that you needed friends. in his hands, he held out half of the breakfast bar that he had split. the soft cookie was studded with lemon flavored white chocolate chips, and drizzled with a tangy citrus icing. it was enticing, and almost hard to resist.

"are you sure? this is your breakfast,"

"yeah, its fine! i'm not that hungry" he reassured you. tentatively, you held out your hand and took the food from his palms.

"thanks." you said before nibbling on the soft cookie. he was so thoughtful, and was definitely boyfriend material. also, his hands were huge. for a moment, you wondered what your hand would feel like enveloped in his calloused fingers and warm palm. "too bad he's out of my league," you thought.

footsteps came to an abrupt halt and daichi stopped in front of a large auditorium.

"here's A205. have fun in your lecture," daichi waved as he walks off.

"sawamura, where do you think you're going?" a loud voice boomed out from inside the room. both you and daichi froze. a short old man stepped out of the room.

"you're trying to skip class? you're in this class, you know." the man, who you assumed to be professor hendricks, jabbed at the paled upperclassmen.

"oh, my bad. i thought my class was in the afternoon." daichi apologized, bowing his head towards the short man.

"and you must be?" the professor turned to you.

"y/n. l/n y/n, professor. i apologize, i was lost and, uh, daichi-senpai was helping me." you spoke timidly. it was your fault that he had gotten into trouble, and he was definitely going to hate you now. why did he have to be so damn kind and offer to walk you to the class? you mentally slapped yourself for forgetting that stupid campus map. now he was definitely out of your league.

"ahh, i see. alright. come into class, both of you. just make sure you're not late next time," the professor grinned, opening the door.

daichi couldn't help but fluster at the way his name smoothly rolled off your tongue, and the way you called him senpai. but more importantly, he couldn't get your name out of his mind.

"too bad you're out of my league." he thought to himself as he strolled into the class behind you.

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ok so for the match up thing!! name is loren, im 20, a 5'2 tiny goth kiddo who looks always grumpy and has a dark sense of humor i guess. i study philosophy and i write for a theatre company because i don't have the guts to act!! im,,, a shy mess. never dated before although i had some casual sex but really it felt so empty that i choice not to have it anymore unless im in love honestly. i own a typewriter! and im always dancing in my room because it feels good and it helps me when im manic!

also I have BPD and I cling too much to people, like really depending by em if they’re my fave at the moment and im very jealous and have anger issues but I try my best to be nice or polite at least!! i love cats, snakes and ravens. i love cozy days when you do nothing at all except for laying under a blanket and watch the rain or little things like this! i like to cook and being Italian, i can cook very well. i have glasses but i hate how I do look with em so I don’t ever wear em.

i love arthur fleck so fucking much i literally would die for him because he needs to be spoiled and cuddled and just thinking about him makes me cry so loud- but i love the joker as well, of course, being the smug bastard he is!! and daydreaming about him helps me going through the day which it’s not always so easy because sometimes it’s just too much, you know

ohhhh I forgot I wear a shit load of make up like literally I look like Robert Smith most of the time and I don’t give a fuck about people opinions ai literally go to lessons dressed like a gothic doll most of the time

i’m also a night owl

Arthur Fleck (I know he’s angry in this GIF but fuck he’s hot)

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We don’t know Arthur’s real age, but Joaquin (the gorgeous man that he is) is 44, so let’s assume the same for Arthur for a touch of realism, shall we? That being said, this means that Arthur would be so hesitant to even talk to you because of your age. You see him staring, though, you see him following you sometimes wearing that thin yellow hoodie he seems to love, and so you decide to approach him. He’s instantly smitten.

You have a dark sense of humour and so does Arthur, so this is perfect for his ego. His comedy is a sore spot, it always has been, because no one supports this precious boi in anything he does and it’s really fucking sad. When he cracks a really dry, deadpan and dark joke and you burst out laughing, love just blooms in his chest and he falls in love with you a little more. How are you real? He’s convinced you’re a delusion he’s concocted sometimes, but he dares not question it. Anything is better than the truth. Anything.

You study philosophy, so your intellect is definitely above Arthur’s. His handwriting is really bad (in the cutest way? Imagine handwritten letters from him that are filled with smiley faces and words scribbled out like 1000000 times because he can’t spell it right until he gives up and uses a word he does know how to spell) and because of how impoverished he is, that suggests that he’s uneducated. As such, when you write an essay or an assignment or you complete some other work, he’d want to read it but he wouldn’t really understand some of the more technical stuff. He’s not at all stupid, he’s very clever, and I think sometimes he’d ask you a question late at night about the thing you’re studying just so he can go to sleep to the sound of your voice. With his weary head cushioned on your chest, your heartbeat in his ear, your voice and your hands in his hair, he’d be asleep in no time.

I feel like Arthur would really love the fact that you’re shy because that means it’s easier for him to assume the protective role? So, like, he’d find your shyness frankly adorable and if you ever got shy over him then it just becomes a circle of shyness before Arthur bursts out into uncontrollable laughter and you have to comfort him through a fit. Just squeeze his hand, patiently wait it out, and reap the rewards when he can breathe again and his lips are on yours as a thank you.

You love to dance and this… Oh, this is a quintessential part of your whole relationship. When it’s late at night and Arthur is listening to music on the radio, he’d approach you, his body already swaying to the beat, and his hands would find your hips and he’d dance with you, doing that really fucking attractive shoulder thing he does. It ends up with the two of you in the bedroom doing a different kind of dance, if you get my meaning ;) Arthur understands how simple things can help you when you’re feeling a certain way, so when you’re feeling manic it’s almost 1000% guaranteed that he’ll just start dancing with you until you’re so tired you don’t want to do anything anymore.

You have BPD and you cling to people, which would actually really reassure our boi. He would need near constant reassurance that you’re real, that you love him, that he’s not hallucinating your entire fucking existence, that you’re not going to leave etc, etc. In return for all the coddling you (gladly) give him, he would do anything for you. And I mean anything ;) he would let you cling to him in any meaning - physically, mentally, emotionally. Anything. “You’re my Loren, it’s my job to take care of you.” and he’d do it so well you’d be ruined for anyone else in your life. Ever. He’s a jealous boi and though he’d take you at your word, if someone wasn’t getting the memo he’d have to step in.

You both adore and live for cozy days inside his apartment. He has a special blanket that he likes to curl up under with you. It smells like the two of you and when either of you are missing the other because of work, studying or whatever else, then you huddle under it until the other returns. You can cook well, which is perfect because the best Arthur can do is really cheap microwave meals. He’s worryingly thin, not only because of the seven medicines he’s on but also because he just can’t afford to eat. It’d be really hard for him to even put any weight on, but at least you keep him regularly fed.

When you told Arthur that you would actually die for him and that you love him so much it just makes you cry sometimes, he’d be astounded. He’d just sit there, blinking for a few tense seconds before his throat rips with loud, intrusive laughter which is so hard and so uncontrollable that he can taste blood in the back of his throat. You’d hold him, love him, support him and cherish him and that right there means that he’s never going to leave you. Not ever. Sex with him reflects this. He’s so gentle, so tender and so loving that it makes your heart bleed. It’s not uncommon for one or both of you to actually cry during sex because you’re just so, so in love with each other that it hurts in the sweetest, most precious way.

You know who you are and you know what you want and you don’t give a fuck what people think about you. You wear what you want when you want and that’s such a fucking mood and Arthur would be so proud of you and he’d totally offer to do your makeup for you using his own work supplies! He’d be so careful and he’d giggle against the way your nose wrinkles when he’s a bit too careful with his brush and he’d want to kiss you again and again, ruining your makeup purposefully so he can stay closer to you for just a little longer and…. oh, I’m actually gonna cry writing this wow… (spoiler: I did.)

In the grand conclusion because wow I’ve rambled: you and Arthur have the sweetest, most precious relationship. It’s full of love. There are definite challenges, there are some arguments because things just get too much for the both of you sometimes and sometimes there’s more taking than giving on either side because that’s how it can be, but you never leave each other. Never, never, never.

Joker (fun fact when this part showed in the cinema I was with my mum and i legit went “Oh, fuck me” as in I properly moaned AND SHE HEARD ME. two weeks later and she still hasn’t said anything but I know she heard me)

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Whereas Arthur struggled to even think of talking to you because of the huge age gap, Joker really isn’t all that bothered. You’re a fully consenting adult who knows her own mind, so what’s the harm, right? So long as you’re both happy and comfortable with each other, he couldn’t care less. That being said, you’re 5′2 and Joker is 5′8 so there’d be some height teasing going on. He would put things up on a higher shelf in the kitchen just so he can come up behind you and ‘accidentally’ (on purpose) press his crotch up and into your bottom as he retrieves the item you’re after with a cocky grin on his face and fire in his eyes. Sexual teasing is a very normal part of your relationship and it’s a serious warning sign that he is not okay if he doesn’t do anything like that towards you all day.

You have a dark sense of humour and you look grumpy a lot of the time, which means that, often, Joker will practically bounce up to you and use his index fingers to make you smile. It wouldn’t take long for you to actually smile from his actions, though, and that’s exactly why he does everything that he does; because he knows you can’t resist him, the smug bastard. Oh, but you love him, and he know the depth of your love for him. He’s so very honoured by it, though his way of showing it is sometimes to murder someone who irritated you last Thursday and not ever telling you about it. He’s a strange one, but he’s so free that you find yourself not minding. Just so long as he’s happy; when Joker is down, it means that something is hugely wrong and it reminds you so badly of Arthur that it hurts and you might have to crack out some of his own jokes just to cheer him up. For example, if you handed him an actual human heart and said, “I love you, Joker”, he’d burst out into loud and genuine laughter and would end up smudging his makeup from kissing you so soundly. Isn’t he gorgeous?

Joker isn’t political, religious, or anything of the sort. He tells you and others that he doesn’t believe in anything. But there’s one thing he believes in. Just one. It’s the love you have for each other that he vehemently believes in. if anyone even dared to suggest that your love isn’t as strong as you say - she’s just scared of being killed, that’s why she’s with him, or what a freak! How can she stand to kiss him? - then he’d go fucking apeshit. The last person he overheard doubting your love for him ended up swallowing several bullets in quick succession. Overkill? Perhaps, but he doesn’t care. No one gets to doubt your love for each other, not even yourselves. He’d be very supportive of your studies and I have no doubt that, if you ever got a shaky grade, it’d be changed very quickly by a shaking tutor who can’t quite look you in the eye. The smiley face on the whiteboard which looks like a child did it clues you in hugely, though. His actions are wrong but it comes from a very heavily guarded heart of gold.

Where Arthur finds your shyness cute and he would immediately adopt Protective Mode™, Joker would just relentlessly tease you just to see how deep your blush goes. “That’s an interesting shade of red, Loren. Where have I seen it before? Ah, yes…” *Twirls and fingers the hem of his red tuxedo* Be warned, though… Only Joker gets to tease you about being shy. If anyone else dared to tease you for being shy or for stuttering or for tripping over your words and oh god shut up, he’d rip them a new one. Only he gets to tease you. He does, sometimes, wind you up on purpose, just to see how far he can push you before you snap and want to punch something. He finds it incredibly amusing. Deep down, though, he’d be just as protective as Arthur and would find himself doing things for you that you’re too shy to do; in whatever means you need! ;)

You dance because it helps you when you’re manic but also because you enjoy it. Just like with Arthur, this is absolutely essential in your relationship with Joker. A lot of the time when you’re dancing, he’d step in flawlessly and you’d start dancing together like Fred and Ginger, with him dipping you, spinning you around, lifting you up with surprising strength, and it’s one of his favourite ways (other than makeup sex) to apologise to you. “Dance with me.” Immediately would his hands grab you, spinning you, his intense green eyes never leaving yours, that damned smirk on his lips as he sees that blush rising on your face… Again, like with Arthur, you do several modes of dancing together; some are more preferable to others!

When you’re out and about together in public, you’re basically glued together. Your hands are held so tightly by the other that you’re not sure whose hands is whose and, are your fingers getting a bit numb? Both of you have jealousy and anger issues for slightly different reasons; Joker because it’s borne from a place of deeply set abuse and abandonment issues, and you have your own reasons that he may or may not know about. He finds it baffling that you get jealous over him, though. So many of Arthur’s neuroses still live on in Joker, despite his bravado. You try to be polite, but Joker makes no such efforts; he will destroy someone for even glancing at you in the street.

You both live for cosy days. These are the days during which Joker will relax his persona. He will cuddle with you, watching shows on TV, his fingers grazing along the underside of your breasts or even dipping under your underwear. You can arch your hips into his touch all you want, he’s not gonna give you what you want unless you’re patient. He loves foreplay more than the act itself; to him, anticipation heightens everything deliciously. You cook very well, and Joker would love to watch you cook. He enjoys the heat you summon into the bedroom, and he loves bending you over the counter, sweeping the dirty plates into the sink with a noisy crash (and you have to buy new plates at least once a week), and fucking you until you’re only upright because of his arm wound tightly around your waist.

You once told Joker that you often think of him when you’re not with him, just because he offers you comfort and support from wherever he is. Just knowing he’s somewhere in Gotham wreaking havoc or even waiting for you to get home makes you feel like you can conquer the fucking world, and he was flattered. He did get a little upset, though, when you confessed that you would actually die for him if you had to. He kills for you, and sometimes because of you without a thought, but turning that idea around onto you makes him feel hot in all the wrong ways. I actually think Joker would crawl into your arms that night, needing to feel that you were there, and real, and even now he’s wondering how you could possibly love him knowing all that he has done and will continue to do. He would make you promise to never keep your word on this topic, because no one is gonna be dying in this relationship. You and him are forever a ride or die. For better or for worse.

You stand together at the bathroom sink putting your faces on. Your shoulders are touching, which means sometimes your elbows bump into each other and one of you makes a mistake with the makeup. “Oh, would you look at that? My makeup’s ruined,” Joker would hum, “what are you going to do about it, darling?” There’s only one answer to this, and it’s the two of you kissing each other so passionately that you have to wash your faces off and start again. Who knows, maybe you don’t get to leave the bathroom that day. Makeup is one of the biggest expenditures in your small household, even with Joker knowing where to go to get the good stuff.

In conclusion: dating Joker would be so very different to dating Arthur, but there is love, compassion, trust, adoration, so much sex you’re surprised you can still walk most mornings (he can and will go multiple rounds with you in a day; he’s a horny fucker, is our Joker), and there are definitely more emotional challenges than there are any other, but you’ve learned to stick it out with him over the years, You’d never leave him for any reason, even if he murdered everyone in Gotham (and a lot of the time he’s sorely tempted to burn the city to the ground and start all over again).

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that-one-bi-wizard · 5 years

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Newsies Modern Day Headcanons

This has been done a hundred times already, but here’s my take on it:

Jack:

Went to the Area 51 raid with Race, and he did the Naruto run unironically

Wears a backward newsboy cap

Headphones around his neck but rarely listen to music with them

Always has an art piece rolled up sticking out of his backpack and paint smeared on his face and/or arms

Looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks

Flannel button-ups all the time and sometimes anime t-shirts (he doesn’t actually watch anime though. He just thinks they look cool.)

Needs glasses but never wears them because he doesn’t like the way they look. He’ll only wear them around Davey because Davey called him cute with his glasses on

Calls himself gay but he’s actually bi

Four horsemen of the bi apocalypse: finger guns, thumbs up, peace signs, and the ok sign

He absolutely loves Beetlejuice the Musical (he loves the movie and cartoon as well). You’re telling me he wouldn’t love the set design and lighting? He’s always listening to the soundtrack and won’t stop singing it

I mean, he’s basically Micheal Mell except he’s an artist??

“Wow, thanks...I hate it.”

Davey:

He basically the self-preservation of the group

Basically, a fusion between Virgil and Logan from Sanders Sides

Anxiety 24/7

Gay but is more subtle about it than his friends. He’s also in the closet when it comes to telling his parents

He’s the tallest boi. He super lanky and such an awkward mess

Always clean cut and well dressed

Necktie

One of the smartest kids in school

Doesn’t need glasses but wears them for the aesthetic

Secretly watches anime and doesn’t tell anyone because he doesn’t want to be called a weeb

Dad jokes that no one (except Jack) laughs at

He’s an amazing singer but has huge stage fright. Jack’s heard him sing before but hasn’t said anything because Davey doesn’t know he heard him

“Jack, don’t go to Area 51. They can most definitely stop all of you.”

Katherine:

The other smartest kid in school

Has written fanfiction before and has a secret Wattpad account

Her hair is either down or in a ponytail all the time

Mom Friend

Wears long skirts and only long skirts

Very, very bi and lets everyone know

Pride flag pins all over her backpack

Went to Area 51 raid with Jack and Race for “research” purposes

Chaotic Good

Is physically super strong but doesn’t show it because she’s always wearing long-sleeved shirts

Is a huge fan of musicals based on history (Hamilton, Six, Les Mis, etc.)

“I don’t think I’m smarter than everyone else... I know I’m smarter than everyone else.”

Crutchie:

Has never cursed but can if he has the desire to do so

Physically the strongest in the group (and that includes Spot Conlon)

Panromantic Asexual

Has never been in a fight but is ready to defend his friends if he needs to

He’s trying to rock a sort of punk/pastel aesthetic at the same time and works it well

Piercings

The baby of the group. He’s the youngest (next to Les)

Mixes Black and pastel colors in his outfit

Doesn’t like people to pity him just because of his disability so he dresses like a tough guy

Sweetest person you will ever meet though

Probably owns a german shepherd puppy???

“If you talk bad about yourself one more time, I will physically fight you!”

Race:

The most chaotic person you will ever meet

Only wears flannel

Smells like weed but he doesn’t smoke. He likes people to think he smokes though because it makes him look cool. That’s why you’ll never see him without his unlit cigar in his mouth

Has done some shit

Radiates twink energy (actually a top)

Ripped jeans

Hoodies 24/7

Probably trans, but no one really knows (except Spot). He doesn’t like to talk about it

Convinced Jack to go to the Area 51 raid with him. Who do you think started the “clap them cheeks” chant?

Basically invincible

Looks out for his friends and tells them not to do something when it’s dangerous (he does it anyway)

“Move, I’m gay.”

Spot:

Probably killed someone

Leather jackets and all black

He’s trying to go for a biker or e-boy aesthetic

Wears beanies

Smokes weed in areas that specifically tell him not to smoke

Cares about his friends but doesn't let it show

He’s actually a big softie when you get to know him

Spot Conlon is the ultimate power bottom!

Super short (he has less space to store his anger)

Overprotective boyfriend/friend/brother

Jack’s cool older brother. He and Jack were adopted by Medda only and are only a few years apart

Gives off the biggest bi energy you have ever felt and lets everyone know he’s bi as heck

He’s actually really smart and logical but acts like a complete dumbass when Race is around

“Have fun dying.”

Okay, that’s it for now. I’ll probably do more later because I have some for the other newsies too.

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disclaimer: i am not related, in any way, to the boys or JYP. this is mainly for entertainment purposes and to humanize the boys a little further by diving into their struggles. please know i mean no harm to anyone and events might be briefly mentioned but other than that, is all invented

DIARIES OF GOT7: ENTRY ONE — YUGYEOM

Bowling.

It was possibly one of the things we least liked to do, as individuals and friends, but i think it was mostly because of what it meant rather the activity it was. Because bowling by itself was pleasant, while laughing and drinking some, spending time with each other. However, we all knew deep inside ourselves that JB only really planned a night of bowling when it was to deliver bad news. Bringing bad news was already tough but doing it over the phone or even in a meeting room? That’s not the GOT7 way. That’s not the JB way. We can all be relaxed, enjoying ourselves, and the bad news won’t sound so bad. But since this is an habit earned over years and how it usually plays out, there is already a hole in the pit of my stomach, an uneasy feeling I can’t release myself from. And I know I’m not the only one; Bambam beside me is restless, pale digits tapping to a fast tempo, uncoordinated and unpleasant, but who am I to tell him to stop? It’s not at the sound at the low beat of the song, nor of my heart, but he’s restless, concerned, every emotion i mirrored, and I’m not going to be the one to snap. Instead, we remain in silence, despite my burning wish to ask, to reach, to stop his hand. I feel everything and I hate how oblivious my mind refuses to be and acknowledge the gravity of the situation.

We finally pull up at the alley we are used to call as home, Bambam leaving the car without a word. We’re not being ourselves because of the unpleasant feeling the night brings us, but the fresh air calms my nerves, my eyes closing as I leave the car. Breathe, I tell to myself; I know it’s probably silly to feel this nervous, this uneasy over a night with your friends - half of me thinks I should’ve stayed home, despite my social nature pulling me on the opposite direction.

“ —Hey, are you coming? “ my eyes open to see Bambam a few feet away, bleached brows risen as the black hoodie wraps around loosely around his small frame. I nod, voice unfound to this new reality and he nods back “ —’kay, then stop daydreaming, we’re already late. “

I know him — Bambam is usually the first one to crack a smile or a joke in tense situations to make them a little lighter, but we both knew this wasn’t a good time for that. I followed energies better than I created them so I remained quiet: i wasn’t interested in becoming the outcast of the night and Bam clearly set my tone for the night. My steps matched his (finally, the tempo fell right) and we finally got into the bowling alley, pushing the glass door open.

Whenever GOT7 bowled, the alley remained empty and quiet. I suspected that each time, JB rented the whole place for us, to make sure we could hang without being bothered by fans, but I couldn’t be too sure. The place remained dark, tense, with the fairy lights and low smokey illumination above the surfaces making it rather groovy. There was some song playing, calm and yet pacey, but I didn’t recognize it — I was too nervous at this point to see it. My fingers slid through the soft surface of the counter, my shoes already on top of it beside Bam’s, and I grabbed them, head turning inside. And then I saw them.

I hated how tense they seemed already. Mark was sitting back on the sofas, trying to look casual but his clenched jaw already translated to the knowledge of what that night was about. Jackson was next to him, sat on the back of the sofa with feet next to Mark’ seat, leaning forward with brows in a furrow — it was strange, too strange really. Youngjae was standing with JB, both of them absorbed in conversation in small whispers and with how low JB’s head was, it was definitely not a good conversation. Jinyoung seemed not to have arrived yet, which was definitely strange. I stood, near the counter, while Bambam stepped closer and for the first time in about three hours, his smile was gleaming.

“ —Boys! The party has arrived, what’s up? Who’s ready to lose? Who’s with who? Wha— wait, where is Jinyoung? “ he shakes his head, looking back at me with a smirk “ —Guess he’s always late, huh? “

Their faces briefly showed some emotion, a hint of a smile, before returning to the same gloomy environment it was before we arrived. I had set my tone — I was going to be quiet, and after trading complementaries with the two, I sat next to Mark, leaning forward while looking at my hands. We absolutely hated that feeling, but until we were all present, JB wouldn’t say much. Fortunately didn’t took long either until Jinhyung rolled in too, his hair completely messed and pale features showing soft concern, panting slightly. Small apologies rolled from his lips and then and there I knew it was off, we all did. Jinyoung didn’t apologise unless the situation was critic. My stomach turns, my urge to vomit increasing and I saw movement, when Youngjae sat beside Bam. This was it.

The soft silence was only filled with the song unrecognizable song that played on the alley, and it took a few moments until JB finally spoke. Now JB — he sported his neutral expression, almost like unfazed to the situation. Maybe that was why he was a good leader, never transparing his concerns and fears onto us, but made these types of situations ten times worse. We didn’t knew what was coming — if we had been kicked out of JYP or if he had tripped outside; he remains calm, stable, strong for us. I’ll never have words to thank him for that.

“ —Sorry for the last minute invite. I think we all need this. “ he started, soothing voice, and I couldn’t look up towards him, like I was sure the others were. It pains me, but I would clearly see how disturbed he would be “ —Before we start … I just wanted you guys to know I had a meeting with the boss today. JYPE. Anyway. “ there is a brief pause and I feel Mark move uncomfortably in his seat — oh, he knows “ —Once again, he rejected all the songs. I’m not sure how are we going to pull our next comeback, honestly, but we’ll think of something. Hum— I guess Mark? You choose who you wanna play with and we’ll figure out. “

The sudden change of topics made me lift my head. That’s it? Well, wasn’t good either way, but I was expecting the absolute worse. The worst of the worst, technically speaking. In a way, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting or maybe JB wasn’t expressing himself well. Or maybe I just didn’t saw the real gravity of the situation — it happened sometimes. I look at Mark as he gets up, looking around himself before speaking,

“ —What about rappers against vocalists? We haven’t done that in a while. “

“ —Where does Gyeom fits in that? “ Jinhyung smirks looking at Mark and I feel my mouth drop, wanting to just laugh; if it was out of nerves or if it was actually funny, I wasn’t sure. Either way, made everyone laugh, thank god. Youngjae’s loud laughter fills the empty alley better, making my heart lift but I focus once more as Mark grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet.

“ —Yugi is actually a good bowler so we’ll take him, thanks. “ he sticks his tongue out and we see Jinyoung’s face fall, for the big pleasure of the rappers “ —Koo really taught you to play, Yug. You think you can give us all strikes? “

One of Jinyoung’s infamous stares later, and we’re having fun finally. There is still some sort of cloud behind it, like we’re all thinking the same but no one wants to go back to the gloomy feeling of before. Sometimes I catch Mark staring at the wall instead of celebrating Bam’s points or JB biting his nails like he usually does when he’s nervous. Something tells me that wasn’t all he had to tell us but I don’t want to be the one ruining a perfectly decent night. Maybe it does sound selfish of me but if it was truly serious, JB would tell us … right?

I ended up sharing the car with Bam and Jackson, like one would. I was sleepy and leaning against my window and Bam was talking about something I don’t remember. Unlike before, he was comfortable, energetic and fun like his natural self and Jackson was feeding onto it, like he was so used to him. Sometimes I wondered what I was really doing there, but I was happy someone was feeding Bam’s fire; the previous ride had concerned me heavily. I kept thinking how tight Mark hugged me when we said our goodbyes because a) it was rare to share hugs in such common hangouts and b) it had been tight. It worried me, but if he wasn’t engaging the problem, neither would I.

“ —Yo, Yugyeom, are you even listening to me? “

“ —Huh? “ my eyes turned to Bam, who was looking at me with his brows risen again, Jackson smiling wide on the other side “ —Hum, no, sorry, what was that? “ I blinked, trying to ride that sleepiness again, but I only saw Jackson’s head shake.

“ —Nah bruh, this night is over. He’s legit sleeping over there. “ our senior falls back on the seat before smiling at Bam “ —Besides, we have early schedules so … we better go to sleep. “

Whatever it was, they didn’t tell me. I was so sleepy that I barely remember Dalkyum’s pleas of affection and how he snuggled so close to me when I fell on the mattress. I was tired but I don’t remember why — the bad news hadn’t been that bad, we could definitely write new songs … right? This was the huge problem with JYPE in general, we never knew what we could count with. And with ahgases so patiently waiting for us, we didn’t know what to do. My hand scratches Dalkyum’s torso and I leave my head to rest, closing my eyes for a moment. It finally falls on me, how serious this is. How we depend on this comeback, how we want to make our fans proud … and nothing is working in our favour. Not now. Not again. But that’s a problem for tomorrow. It has to be. There is nothing to now.

Part of me knows this, but I know Mark and JB are somewhere right now, fully awake, trying to come up with answers.

I wish I could be of more help.

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those two days.

A wise man once said, ”The bad news is, nothing lasts forever and the good news is, nothing lasts forever.”

That’s freaking bullshit. Whoever told that hasn’t gone through the amount of trauma I’ve been through, which made every single moment feel like an eternity. Oh wait! I should’ve explained it more graphically.

Every single second felt like I was being skinned alive and being rolled over in salt and then fried in burning hot oil, then my limbs being torn out of my body and I could probably go on forever. In short, my time as a mortal on this planet has been miserable.

My mother and father were the epitome of love, they were the ideal couple who fell in love as soon they laid eyes on each other and the middle of their story is so cliché I’d rather let you imagine it in the most typical way possible and the end of it is, they got married!

They sadly never had their happily ever after cause they then got pregnant with me.

(After 9 months of my mother craving weird things)

He kept pacing the length of the waiting room, anxious, his face was dripping with perspiration and his brows were knitted in deep thought, his hands were clasping and unclasping and fidgeting with his jacket.

* Piano playing a sad note*

He hears the OR doors opening and rushes towards the doctor and shakes that poor guy until he’s pale. The doctor says that there were a lot of complications with his wife’s pregnancy and that they could save only one of them, and his wife told them to save his child and that he now has a healthy 4.5 pound baby boy.

He fell to the ground. How could he even live without his beloved wife! His moon and stars, his better half! He felt so utterly devastated.

Sometimes when people lose the very thing that defines their life, the very thing that they lived and breathed for, they lose faith and when that happens there is no coming back.

I think this was that moment for my father. I’ve always wondered how anyone could love anything so intensely. But I guess love is a very elusive thing which sadly won’t fit into the bounds of words.

I can try to make sense of though, from what I’ve seen, love is when my father returned home after a tired day of work and as soon as he saw the face that opened the door, he could find calmness in spite of all the chaos surrounding him. One of the biggest regrets of my life is that I couldn’t see and feel that pure unconditional love.

Anyways, in my bittersweet flashback my father also gets to know that it was my mother’s intentional decision to give her life in order to save mine.

So, from that day my father loathed to see my face. As every time he looked at me, I reminded him of the day he lost the purpose of his life. He became an alcoholic and just gave me money to do whatever the hell I want with it.

I never actually went to school regularly, used to bunk most of the time. But that didn’t matter because I passed somehow by cheating and my street smartness. But, it really hit me when I flunked my senior year and all of my friends went to Ivy League colleges, while I was left to attend my dreadful senior year AGAIN with a bunch of crackpots.

Though, that wasn’t the part that made me lose my sense of self- dignity. It was when the look of nonchalance on my father’s face when he heard the former news. Even this far in life I didn’t have goal or any plans to look forward to. This part kept me most of the nights and stole any little peace of mind I had left.

Then I attended community college in hopes of at least getting proper education. In college, I couldn’t stick to any one major for a year as I was pretty fickle minded about it.

One sunny happy day, birds are chirping, I’m braying Beyoncé’s halo and enter the college premises to see this guy snogging my girlfriend. My fury knows no bounds as I beat the shit out of him then I get to know that my girlfriend had been cheating on me with him for many months. But, it was too late to reconsider my actions as I had probably broken 50 of his bones oops!

Then I got slapped an assault case and got expelled from college for disgracing them. This particular joke that I’m about to say is a big touché moment but humour at my expense has been a trend I’ve experienced everywhere so hell with it.

I got expelled from a freaking community college with drug addicts, goons, people who have flunked their freshman year about 3 times go to. And I have been expelled from such a college for “disgracing them”!!!

Go on laugh yourself out.

But a tiny ray of hope appeared after a jumbo combo of disappointment with a side of bad luck and a dollop of ugly fate. I was discovered by the basketball scouts and got a chance to play in the local league and if I did play well, I had a chance of playing ball in college! They absolutely loved me. I had gotten so used to people being disappointed in me that I was so unsure of myself when people really appreciated me.

But as you know of my series fuck ups I had to screw this one too. But, this one was the most epic of them all. I had a few shots in before the game just to you know, bring that edge.

During the game, when I was passed the ball, my drunken brain thought it was the head of my ex-girlfriend and I started smashing the ball against my head (which my brain thinks as a pathetic attempt of kissing “her” or rather “it”). So, at the end, everyone thought I was some lunatic and I got kicked off the field (literally).

I finally let go of all the little self-respect I had and applied for a job as a cashier at McDonalds. And the reply from them was the single most embarrassing moment of my life.

I got rejected!

Then I heard a call saying that my grandpa had died but he had also left me the family mansion, which I assume is out of pity for being ignored for most of my life. This was just in time (not my grandpa’s death of course! Gee I’m not so devoid of emotion!) as I was being kicked out of my apartment due to not paying rent for past 3 months and needed a place to crash.

But, aside from that I was a 23 year old man with no job, no girlfriend, and no degrees to show for, no friends and absolutely broke. I should be the poster boy for the word “miserable” (at least that way I’ll make some profit out of my pathetic existence of a life).

The mansion looks absolutely beautiful from outside. It has a huge dome at the centre with 2 parapets flanking its either sides. The entire dome is made of tinted blue glass which makes it look like it’s a part of the sky but a glistening one filled with hand painted butterflies, hummingbirds, Macau’s and various other exotic species of birds.

The front lawn is as exorbitant as a rare and secret meadow left untouched by mankind, where the flowers unknown grow at their own liberty, unrestricted where bees hover over them making a slight buzzing sound . The whole estate looks so unreal and glorious, it is like a medieval castle left untouched.

But, all I could feel by looking at it was dejection. I felt even this wonderful piece of architecture was looming over and looking at me in pity. I sighed heavily and gathered my meagre possessions and stepped inside.

It was even more splendid from the inside. I don’t know what I’ll do with so much space, I could fit all of my things in the pantry closet! I just lay down on the plush divan to take a small nap because thinking about my wretched life made my mind blackout and heavy like I’d had a few too many tequila shots.

“Poor boy, how can anyone’s life be so tragic and pitiable!?” said pride, wiping off the tears rolling down its cheek, “I know what a troubled childhood feels like, even my mother was too haughty to admit that she had become too fat because of giving birth to me and she never looked at me with a hint of motherly affection, it totally damaged my self-confidence.”

“As if you ever had it to begin with! You appeared to be so full of yourself in front of people but deep down you’re a pathetic little wimp!”

“Stop it envy! See, you made him cry, aren’t you living up to your name! Always jealous of others! I know it’s like we can invade his privacy, by taking a peek at his thoughts, but this boy can’t even defend himself. He doesn’t get angry at all when people talk all sorts of things about him! How can he even live with himself!”

“Now now, anger you don’t upset yourself too much, your BP is gonna skyrocket. All this boy needs to do is to get laid man! He so uptight, he needs to loosen up a little and take a chill pill.”

“I totally agree with you, said Sloth, he needs to take some time out for himself and have a little self’-introspective nap once in a while right, Glutton?”

“All you ever do is take naps! And anyways he needs to round up and appear fuller, he’s such a scrawny kid! Eat more spaghetti and meatballs!”

“You’re awfully quiet Greed, speak up man this isn’t like you! You’re always complaining that you don’t as much time to speak”.

“Yeah dude, it’s just I’ve never seen any man not having even basic survivalist desires. We gotta help this fella.”

“Okay then roll up your sleeves gentlemen and ugh *cough* cough* sorry woman, we got some work to do!”

I opened my eyes and nearly peed myself in the pants, in front of me were six men and woman, I screamed like a cat dunked in a bucket of water!

“Hey Yo mate, chill down, we’re just here to help”, said a boy who was in his teens clearly by the amount of acne on his face and the ripped jeans and hoodie he wore further justified my guess, he wore a badge called “sloth”

What a weird name, I thought. Who would like to be named after the sloth bear!

“Yo, for the fact the sloth bear was named after me!”

“Now, sloth you need to follow your own words, the boy must be scared shitless. By the way, I’m Greed, nice to meet you too and that rude fellow was Sloth.”, spoke a middle aged man with a rather baggy shirt and tight jeans.

“Guys let’s introduce ourselves to make it easier for him. Hello young fellow, I’m Glutton!”, said a shirtless man whose abs glistened with sweat as though he’d come from a workout.

“Hello kitten, I’m Anger.”, said a strikingly beautiful woman with a purple dress synched at the waist with a Gucci belt and black stilettos.

“Greetings from the better part of hell dear, I’m Envy.”, said a man with a formal attire and red horn-rimmed glasses.

“Morning, I’m Pride.”, said a tall man wearing an expensive Armani suit, reebok sunglasses and slick blonde hair.

“Hi, I’m Lust.” ,he whispered, God he must be the male-version of Aphrodite! He was enough to turn a straight man like me, gay.

(I gave such detailed description of them, as they keep recurring and I wanted you guys to see them exactly like I did.)

“Umm. Hi, I’m max I guess.”, I blurted.

“God! We need to work on your self-confidence boy! Okay I’ll tell you why we’re here. While you were napping, we looked into your past and thought you might need a little boost to help you live a better life. So, each of us will help you in their own area of expertise and ooh! I almost forgot we are here only for two days, so buckle up!”

Have become schizophrenic?! I am hearing voices in my head!

“Relax honey, we are visible and audible only to you.”, Anger said.

“Humph okay, what should I do to get rid of you lot?”

Quit the sarcasm brother, first we need to get a good workout. Come on move your ass, and Glutton then pulled me away for what seemed like forever and made me workout like hell. The workout was so intense, I was so sore I couldn’t move a muscle and every time I got up my butt ached.

But, when I looked in the mirror, I couldn’t believe my eyes, my body looked like it was photo shopped! Six pack abs, killer thighs, amazing collar bone and to top it off a chiseled jaw! I looked like a Greek God!

Then, without wasting a minute, Sloth whisked me into the kitchen which was filled with amazing food and magazines. He told me, “You know what mate, you need to take some time out for yourself and make yourself happy once in a while.”

I never forgot those words.

I ate to my stomach’s fill, of course only healthy foods allowed (Glutton approved- check). Then my slot was with Anger.

We took a walk and were talking everyday stuff when she pulled me into a McDonald’s. I resisted as I had just eaten the feast of my life, but she insisted and made me sit down in a booth.

“Sometimes anger in the right direction is okay.”

Then a waiter came and asked for our order, before we could even blink an eye, he started bellowing out like a cow belching and started telling people that I was the specimen of a man who got rejected even from a McDonald’s job and thought a ball was his ex-girlfriend!

People around me started taking selfies and snaps of me and posting it on social media.

Anger whispered, “You need to defend your honour, sugar. No one is going to do it for you.”

I mustered all the courage I had left in me and punched that guy in his face. I pulled Anger away and we made for the run.

After the running all the way to house, I told her, “I never felt so exhilarated and satisfied in my entire life!”

“But, remember kitten, anger only in the right direction and for the right cause, like you defending your honour for example.”

Will remember, Ms. Anger.

Then Pride and Greed approached me together and took me into my room and gave my laptop.

“Listen son, you are quite capable and intelligent, all you need is to believe in yourself a little more and go after the things you want.” , Pride said. “So you need to write an essay to get into Ivy League colleges with full scholarship, so begin writing.”

I bit my lip. Just believe in yourself.

Then I wrote my essay by pulling an all-nighter and submitted it.

I could feel someone shaking me hardly, I rubbed my eyes and opened them reluctantly only to see Greed pulling off my blankets and telling me to get ready for a small basketball session.

We then drove over to the Baltimore city gym, I then realized he had brought me to the basketball try-outs for the city’s team!

Believe in yourself.

After almost half a day, we returned home then Lust dragged me into various clothing stores and dressed me up and told me to remember one girl who had impacted me the most.

Then, I thought how I could miss the one girl who stood with me through thick and thin! She never doubted me! Suddenly I could remember all the subtle hints she gave throughout the time we were friends, and I, a fool, never paid her enough attention, trying to go after girls who were popular!

Oh Sarah! Then I saw the smirk on Lust’s face and knew he was the one who helped me clear my thoughts.

He murmured, “Go! You moron.”

I rushed to my car and drove to Sarah’s house and almost punched a hole into her front door trying to knock.

The door opened, and when I saw her face, I found calm in midst of all chaos of my mind, guess I finally got to see the true love I always yearned for.

I gave her my true confession with gulps in between.

She told, “I thought you’d never realize.”

I pulled her waist close to me, and whispered in her ear, “Better late than never” and tucked the hair on her cheek behind her ear and kissed her like I’d never see her again.

Well, two days passed within a blink of an eye, and yet I have changed so much, grown into a better man. Oh! Only Envy hadn’t had his chance to speak to me.

I then told Sarah I’d see her tomorrow and drove back to the house to see all of them standing on my front porch. I got down and t and went and hugged each one knowing it was time to say our goodbyes.

Envy stepped forward, “Max, we always knew you were a special young man, but always remember that when you succeed, there are always gonna be people who will envy you and try to bring you down, you have to then remember how hard you worked to get there and say, fuck you assholes and stay put.”

“I love you guys; do you have to go?”

“Yes child, but we will be watching you, okay?”

Goodbye.

When I was going to unlock the front door, I saw my reflection on the glass, and I then I realized that I was always like this, but I never saw myself for what I really am.

I measured my life by milestones and achievements all along, never realizing those small moments where I was the best possible version of myself.

I guess, the old wise man was correct.

Epilogue – After a year

I am so busy right now, I don’t even have the time to write this, but I know you guys I are curious of what happened after that.

I got selected to play college ball for Princeton University with a full scholarship. Sarah and I are in a very serious relationship and we are thinking of getting married after college, oh and by the way, she also got accepted to Princeton.

I also work as a part time model for Vogue (who knew!) I think I may be playing for the NBA next year.

And I made things right with my father and actually forgave him of all his shortcomings.

I am so grateful and happy for those two days last year, though I still think my mind is playing tricks with me as I went back the McDonald’s store and asked the guy whom I punched if he remembered me and he gave this weird look .

Anyways, you guys might have thought I have finally achieved something, but I think otherwise. I am still so very insecure about myself in a thousand different ways. But when I wake up in the morning, I am so grateful for being given this life in contrast to before when I used to wonder my purpose.

~ Lady Lazarus

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A Knight in Leather Armor Chapter 2; Heart on a sleeve

Genre: Angst, fluff, university au, biker au, enemies to lovers sort of thing

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader, Taehyung x reader

Major characters: Jeongguk, Taehyung, Yoongi, Jimin, OC

Warnings: Depictions of violence, swearing

Words: 6,3k

Synopsis of the serie: You had an uneventful life, you went to uni and wanted to get by with no trouble but that with was thrown out of the window when you run into a biker, literally smashing your face against him at the university. Everything is changed from that point forwards.

A/N: Polished version of this chapter for a better reading experience. Next chapter tomorrow

Masterlist in bio

Link for this series masterlist can be found the main masterlist in bio

You awkwardly sat in your t-shirt and bikini bottoms on a boulder next to Jeongguk, cleaning him up from the blood, both his and Jack’s. His knuckles had opened from the other’s teeth, and you could see them swelling from brutal beating. Wounds and scars covering his hands from previous fights. You dipped a rag that Yoongi gave you in the lake and swiped it across Jeongguk’s arm, trying to wipe the dry blood away. His eyes were lost somewhere in the horizon, it was a cold gaze with no life behind his eyes. Left you wondering what was going through his mind.

Only when you moved to clean his face his head snapped at you, immediately making eye contact. Jeongguk didn’t blink the entire time you ran the small, stained cloth across his cheek, making you even more uncomfortable. Wasn’t it already enough you saw a bloodbath and had to clean up his godlike body from the aftermath? Half of the situation was something you could look forward to but the other half wasn’t. His veins pulsated on his arms and his toned abs tensed on every breath he took.

Jeongguk was said to be the leader, which he was considering the other members followed his movements before joining in on anything. It was Jeongguk who answered Jack and Mark first, and he was the first to move towards the shore, but aren’t leaders usually calm and cunning? Jeongguk was everything but. You thought Taehyung was the psychopath of the group, beating everyone he saw fit with a grin decorating his features. Clearly you were believing the wrong rumours, it was Jeongguk.

The way Yoongi yelled for Mark and Jack to leave told you that he was scared too. Taehyung roared at Jeongguk for not to kill Jack in that spot right there that still had a pool of blood. Thankfully they were able to drag him away, but the absolute rage in his eyes scared you. Those same eyes which are looking through you right now.

“You’re the first girl to ever stay after a fight,” He told you, still staring at you. He looked out for any reaction you might have, from a twitch of your eye to a shaky leg.

“Oh... Do you have a lot of girls over?” You asked quietly. You couldn’t help yourself, you were too curious. Which wasn’t a best trait to have right now since you’re probably touching a potential killer and cleaning the evidence of his violent behavior. Did Taehyung yell at him like that because they’ve witnessed something so horrible being done by his hands?

“Some,” Jeongguk said, finally looking away at the lake again. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, his gaze was so intense.

“Taehyung has these ‘projects’. They’re girls, just like yourself. Sweet and innocent, nothing bad has ever happened to them. They are unable to protect themselves. They can’t stand up for themselves and need a protector. When they look at us they see some sort of fantasy, and get frightened away when they meet the reality of it all.” He explained calmly, but his voice grew more bitter on every word, “He makes friends so easily but can’t manage to keep them. It’s just a matter of time until you run away too.”

Jeongguk stood up and took the cloth you were rubbing on him out of your hand just to throw it forcefully to the ground. He simply just walked away leaving you there with your mouth open, looking where he was just sitting moments ago.

Taehyung picked up the cloth and sighed looking at you, “Don’t worry. He just has a little trouble controlling his feelings.”

“I’m not worrying about him,” You said, telling the truth. Jeongguk clearly didn’t have any difficulty protecting himself, “I’m just wondering if Jack’s okay.” Honestly you were scared if you just witnessed someone getting brain damage while you did nothing but watch it happen. The worst thing is that you couldn’t do anything to stop it, physically or mentally. You weren’t prepared, so you just watched it happen in front of your eyes.

“Do you know him?” Taehyung asked you as his eyebrow shot up.

“No,” You shook your head and he squinted at you suspiciously, “Mark basically had to drag him away, that’s all. Worried…” You trailed off.

“You know,” Taehyung started. He sat next to you fiddling the blemished cloth in his fingers, “This isn’t the first time we’ve fought them. They always lose but for some reason they just come begging for more.”

He folded it and set it next to him, ”Don’t worry about them. They’re just idiots with nothing better to do than to annoy others.”

You nodded, but that didn’t answer your question. He dodged it on purpose. Maybe he wasn’t sure either.

“I have to ask Yoongi about our bikes, if they were sabotaged or not,” Taehyung stood up with a deep groan and offered you his hand to hoist you up.

“Sure” You reached out to him and asked,” Why did Jack ask about Jeongguk’s father?”

He helped you up and froze for a moment thinking through it. He frowned at your question,

“We all have our demons and we all cope differently. Sometimes it’s better not to talk about them. His dad is a huge waste of air. So…It’s better if you don’t ask him about it. He is really sensitive when it comes to his dad and Jack likes to torment him about it. It’s the elephant in the room, we all pretend it’s not there.”

Taehyung pat your back and smiled before heading out to Yoongi. You followed close behind, passing the puddle of blood. You made the mistake of looking at it closely. It was dry on the edges and it had thickened in the middle with some lumps in it. Were those… teeth? You gagged and took quicker steps to get closer to the gang.

“So the bikes?” Taehyung asked and rubbed his hands anxiously together. There was no way out if the bikes were destroyed so badly that Yoongi couldn’t fix them on the spot, you were too deep in the woods. It would take hours to walk back.

“They were alright but their rat truck isn’t,” The shorter man said with a smirk, “I put a banana in their exhaust pipe. I bet it took a while for those dillholes to find the problem.”

”Good on yah,” Taehyung grinned like a proud parent.

“A banana,” You repeated. It didn’t make any sense to you, how would a piece of fruit destroy anything? Taehyung laughed at your confused face,

“It won’t start if there’s a banana in the exhaust pipe.”

“It just has to be removed, nothing else,” Yoongi added to sooth your fear of hurting the guys even more, “Those literal motherfuckers sure would’ve deserved more though.”

”They would’ve,” Taehyung agreed with a nod.

The guys gathered around their stuff and you pulled on your jeans and hoodie. You walked behind them back to the bikes. Mainly because you didn’t remember the way you came from, though the trail of blood Jack left on the flowers and bushes would’ve lead you there.

Jeongguk sat on his bike patiently waiting for you to arrive. His hand was settled on the tank and he ran his thumb on it in circles like it was an animal, his pet. Taehyung shoved his towel in a saddle bag before giving you his helmet. He caught the uncertainty in your gaze and he chuckled, coming to tie it up for you.

Jeongguk watched as Taehyung stepped closer to you, how he had to bent his knees to match your height, how close his face got to yours, and how your hands naturally grabbed his forearms when his big hands tied the helmet for you. How natural it looked.

“I’ve got a flat tire,” Jeongguk spoke up after Taehyung was finished with you, hands still on the helmet to shake it just a little to tease as you couldn’t hold your laughter.

“They must’ve punctured it while we were holding you back from commiting a fucking murder,” Yoongi complained and squatted next to the bike, “Yup, they’ve slashed it. Seems like an easy fix once we get it back to the club.”

“You should’ve just let me,” Jeongguk said underneath his breath, which Yoongi caught much to his surprise.

“And let you kill him? You’re a fucking idiot. You think you wouldn’t go to jail for that? So many close calls that one is gonna catch you eventually,” Yoongi yelled back at the younger man, “Stay here, I’m gonna get the truck and Taehyung is taking Y/n home.”

“As if I had another choice,” Jeongguk scoffed.

“Shut your mouth Jeongguk. This wouldn’t have happened if you could control your emotions and not beat him near death,” Yoongi pointed an accusing finger at Jeongguk to which he just rolled his eyes to.

Your eyes landed on Yoongi’s bike, the only one with one seat. Jeongguk’s and Taehyung’s bikes had two seats, for a purpose you supposed.

“Another demon,” Taehyung whispered into your ear as if he could read your thoughts. The more time you spend with the guys made up more questions than answered. Which was weird, you thought you’d learn about them but the mystery just kept growing.

Taehyung took you home in the chill night. He parked next to the curb and waited for you to get off.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” He said while looking at the ground, “It isn’t something I’m necessarily proud of. I just wanted to have fun with you and the guys.”

“Tae, it’s okay,” You told him and bit your lip trying not to smile, “It was kind of exhilarating. Scary- but exciting. I’ve never experienced anything like it. My heart is still beating like crazy”

“I hope this doesn’t scare you away though,” He said, looking back at you.

“It doesn’t,” You smiled, “I had fun despite what happened.” You did have fun, more fun than you’ve had in years… just if the beating didn’t happen.

“Good,” He grinned back and started his motorcycle. “Goodnight,” He yelled with an extravagant hand gesture as he drove off.

The next morning was normal, you barely even remembered that brutal beating that took place right in front of you. Maybe you just chose to forget it and block it out of your memory.

You woke up to your alarm clock and started to get ready for the day. Once it was time to leave for school you waited for Jimin outside of your house. You traced your eyes far along the road for him but his car was nowhere to be seen. You took a quick look at your phone for the time. He was late, he never is. What should you do now? He was always on time.

You shrugged and decided the next best option was to walk to uni. You’d be late for sure but Taehyung’s voice kept telling you to just take it easy. It’s okay if you’re late once.

You walked through the campus towards the main building, but you took a double take on the library. Again Taehyung’s voice rang in the back of your mind. You’re doing great in the class you’re late for so you could go and study something else… So you did against your better judgement. You changed your direction to the library.

Taehyung’s deep voice was constantly in your head, it left you thinking was it good to listen to him after all. It made you do things you normally wouldn’t. It always chose the option you wouldn’t go for.

You found a table between the tall bookshelves and set your stuff down. You opened your laptop and a book to study. But unfortunately it wasn’t long until your peace was disturbed.

”Studying here are yah? You have class, don’t you?”

You dragged your eyes away from your screen to see Jimin’s keen ones, all focused on you.

“I do but-”

“I see he has been teaching you bad manners,” Jimin interrupted you and leaned his arms on the table, getting closer to you, “I heard from a little bird that you hung out with them.”

You closed your laptop knowing you wouldn’t get any work done. You played coy, mainly because him confronting you made your heart jump, and you asked, “Who?”

“I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you to be around Taehyung and the other shit stains.”

You don’t know what it was. Was it Jimin’s domineering way of starting the conversation and not letting you have a word or how smugly he spoke. It was like he had you against the corner and you had no way to escape. Something broke in you, and just like that Tae’s voice was nowhere to be heard.

“I’m sorry,” You said, looking down at your lap, “Are Jack and Mark your friends?”

“Yup,” He simply stated. He leaned further on the table, so far that it forced you to look at him, “You didn’t think I wouldn’t find out, did you? That you can go fuck around with other guys and it wouldn’t come back to me? What would my friends say? That my girlfriend has her legs open for business? It doesn’t look good on me, does it?”

Your eyes grew wider with every word he spewed out of his mouth. How could he accuse you of cheating? You could never. Your lower lip quivered as you tried to speak, “I- I didn’t. I wouldn’t do anyth-.”

“I know.”

Jimin reached his hand over the table into your face. He pushed the stray hair behind your ear, “So be a good girl and don’t even look at their direction. You wouldn’t want to be labeled as something you aren’t.”

You nodded, to yourself mostly since he was already packing up your things and ordering you out.

“Let me walk you to your next class,” He said whilst grabbing your arm to pull you up. Again you just nodded.

Only two steps out of the library and the first thing you hear is yelling. Mostly curses and whimpers. Jimin tried to grasp any part of you to stop you from investigating the source of the sounds but he failed to react fast enough.

You leaned against the rail of the stairs, looking down you saw Jeongguk holding a fist full of Mark’s shirt.

“WHY. WOULD. YOU. DO. THAT?” Jeongguk shouted in between punches, seems like Jack isn’t going to be the only one with sparse teeth as Mark was getting his punched in.

A gasp escaped your lips when you realized why this was happening. Jeongguk’s motorcycle was laying on the ground on its side, and not just that. It had marks all over, maybe from rocks or from keying. You didn’t know how exactly they got there but it certainly was of Mark’s doings.

Jeongguk’s head snapped towards you from the sound you made, and to Jimin who was now standing next to you, leaning on the rail. The three men looked between each other, seemingly studying other’s next move.

Jeongguk put his both hands on Mark’s collar, and pulled him up. He pushed the other on the wall. “Did he tell you to do this?” Jeongguk demanded, nodding his head once in your general direction.

“Fuck,” Jimin said underneath his breath when Jeongguk motioned towards him. He leaned back from the rail, getting ready to leave the scene. “Let’s go.” He grabbed your arm.

You didn’t have a choice as Jimin dragged you away from the stairs to the main building, but you kept looking back. How did Jimin have to do anything with this?

You decided it wasn’t the best idea to ask him since the talk you just had. You’re gonna be a good girlfriend and not get in his way. A good girl would do what he says. A good girl doesn’t hang around other guys, like a common whore. A good girl is silent and obedient, something that you are not. Anymore. You been tainted by lowlife bikers. By bikers who are nothing, just a group of sore losers with no value.

The school day was finally over and you threw yourself on the bed. Oh how lectures can be exhausting. If it wasn’t the subject then it was the person speaking in front of the class, and the monotone voice that’ll lull anybody to sleep.

With a groan, you turned your head towards your desk and the helmet that rested on it. Taehyung forgot to take it back from you once he dropped you off, so you just set it on your table not knowing what to do with it.

You took the helmet in your hands and just stared at it. You didn’t know where he lived. You didn’t have his number. You rarely saw him at school. How are you supposed to return it? You didn’t want it to sit on your table until he just decides to show up to your house.

You turned the helmet around, praying that it had something written on it. Inside of the padding read an address. You weren’t sure if it was his address, maybe he bought the helmet second hand but finding out was more exhilarating than just sitting in your bedroom being surrounded by homework. You could finish it later, is what you told yourself.

You found yourself in front of a scruffy property. It was surrounded by a metal fence filled with holes and rust. You looked pass the opening to see a small building, probably a former auto repair shop, it had more garage door than anything else. It was in a bad condition from neglect and the years of erosion. At the left side of the building stood two motorcycles. A mat grey one, and a metallic black one with a distinct white side. You sighed from relief as you recognized the bikes; Yoongi’s and Taehyung’s.

With that knowledge you grew enough courage to step on the concrete yard, past the bikes, towards the open door.

You peeked in.

Jeongguk sat on a lounge chair that matched the condition of the building, it was raggedy and the insides were bursting out from the seams. The room was like a normal living room - but more battered. You knocked on the door frame disturbing his reading.

“Oh well, isn’t it Tae’s girlfriend- project,” He said with a sarcastic smirk when he looked up from the book.

“Huh?” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth. How offended should you be? Taehyung knew you’re taken. Did he go around and tell others you were dating? “I’m not his girlfriend. Did he tell you that I was?” You asked with more higher pitch than usual.

“Nope. Just could’ve fooled me,” He scoffed as he closed his book and set it aside, “He can’t shut his dumb mouth about you.”

“I’m with Jimin,” You quickly made sure to point out, and he didn’t look so happy about that.

“I know. Thought maybe you were two timing them,” He shrugged.

Jeongguk’s comment caught you so off guard that you forgot what you were here for. Thankfully the helmet in your hand reminded you.

“I’m here to give this back.” You stiffly raised the helmet to show him, “But I shouldn’t be here for long. Jimin doesn’t like when I’m with you guys.” He nodded and faced the door on his right,

“Taehyung, Jimin’s girlfriend is here to see you!”

You rolled your eyes. You couldn’t deal with this man. Why was he so against you?

Yoongi walked in from the garage part of the building. He scrubbed his black stained hands with a rag. “Jimin’s girlfriend? Who is her- Oh, Hi Y/n,” He said, seemingly surprised to see you there but he still smiled.

“Where’s Jimin’s girlfriend?” Yoongi continued with big eyes.

Jeongguk just lifted his hand in your direction, and Yoongi shook his head.

“No, not Y/n. The girl he was with at the party.”

“Yeah. That’s her.” Taehyung joined the conversation, coming from the garage as well, confused.

“No. The girl Jimin kissed at the party and then got bitch slapped. Then he walked downstairs to the backyard and -.”

Yoongi soon fell quiet when he realized what he was saying, he saw it from your face. It was like the world stopped from moving. Piercing pain went through your body as the words came out of his mouth. Jimin was rejected by someone else and that’s why he came to you at the party, because you’d give him what he wanted. This is why your boyfriend keeps accusing you, it’s because he is projecting. Five years gone in the drain because he can’t keep it in his pants.

“I really didn’t think I could hate him more,” Jeongguk said. You would’ve thought it was a joke to lighten up the mood but the way his jaw muscles clenched, and the serious and deep tone he said it with, told you otherwise.

Yoongi ordered Jeongguk up from the chair with few hand movements. With a hand rubbing your back, Taehyung lead you to sit down. He took the helmet you were squeezing and handed it to Jeongguk to put away.

Your gaze was cold and your eyes filled with tears. It hurt so much. Feelings of betrayal and deception flushed in. You weren’t good enough. You did everything he wanted but you weren’t good enough. You never would be good enough. Everything you tried wouldn’t reach the standard that he wanted. That he demanded.

Taehyung squatted down to stand on his knees so he could reach your eye level. He swiped a tear from your cheek, and told you in a soft voice, “He isn’t worth these tears. You’re so much better without him.”

“You know,” Jeongguk started as he sat on the table across from you, ”I hate to agree with Tae but he is right with this one.”

Yoongi just nodded from the corner of the room, he was unsure of what to do in this situation. All of them were. This isn’t how you treat others. Especially someone you claim to love.

“Doesn’t he tell you what to do? He is a little bitch.”

“Hey, Jeongguk?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

You pulled Taehyung closer from his shirt and just hugged him, tightly. He was the closest person you had right now and you needed someone to comfort you. He took a moment to wrap his arms around you and hold you close. You heard Jeongguk’s audible sigh as he left the room with Yoongi.

“I didn’t know she was with Jimin,” Yoongi said to Jeongguk when they turned the corner.

“If you had school you’d know.”

“Don’t get bratty with me kid or I’m throwing your bike off a cliff.”

“Fine,” Jeongguk raised his hands in a sign of defeat.

“If you two just had warned me about it, would’ve been great. They hate us already and you think her hanging out with us won’t annoy them even further? Your bike is in even bigger danger now.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Jeongguk breath out.

You don’t know how long you were hugging Taehyung but you were thankful that he didn’t pull away, instead he let you sob on his shoulder and hold him as long as you needed.

You slowly began to unravel your arms around him, and he did the same. He looked at you with his glowy orbs to check if you’re fine. You avoided the eye contact, looking everywhere around him.

“Is- is that-” You mustered out, pointing towards the open door to the garage, finding a topic to get your mind off of Jimin.

“Jeongguk’s bike,” He said, “It got scratched up pretty bad and now Yoongi is trying to fix it. He is pissed about what happened to it.”

“Is it- another-” You managed to get through your silent sobs.

“Demon?” He guessed and you nodded, “No, not this time. Jeongguk just really fucking loves his bike.”

Taehyung stood up when you finally let your arms fall from around him. You dabbed the tears away from your rosy face and went to see the bike, Taehyung just right behind you.

The garage was full of motorcycle parts and different type of chemicals. Tools were neatly set hanging from the wall. Oil stains filling the floor. Your eyes wandered around the room in awe, this wasn’t what you imagined. It wasn’t a let down, quite the opposite.

“Yoongi fixes motorcycles for money, he is saving so he could go to a mechanical school,” Taehyung explained as you walked around the room.

“I know alot but I have a lot to learn,” Yoongi’s voice said from behind Jeongguk’s bike.

“He wants to own a repair shop one day,” Taehyung nudged you as if it was a secret.

“This is great,” You said, smiling through the pain, grasping on everything to not think of him, “How can you afford to keep this place?”

“We have a little side business,” Taehyung told you, rubbing the back of his neck.

“We sell weed,” Yoongi’s voice echoed again.

Your eyebrows shot up and you looked at Taehyung questionably. He grinned at you from underneath his brows, hair falling over his eyes.

“We don’t smoke, we just deal,” Taehyung tried to explain, hair swinging everywhere from the head shake, “It brings money, and makes all of this happen.” He said, waving his arm around the room.

“I knew you were bad boys but I didn’t know this bad,” You laughed and Taehyung sighed from relief that you didn’t curse him on the spot. It’s about time for you to let go and not be a tight ass. Who are you to judge them.

“Speaking of,” Jeongguk said, leaning his back on garage door, “Jack and Mark owe us some money.”

“But that’s a matter for another day, Jeongguk,” Yoongi said sternly, not even looking up at him.

“So Y/n if you’re gonna spend more time with us,” Yoongi finally presented himself to you two from behind the big motorcycle. He managed to get stains on his cheek and arms from the brief period of time he spend behind the bike, “You should get your own helmet.”

“Yeah let’s get you one with a simple lock instead of the strap. You’re smart but you’ll never learn how to tie it,” Taehyung teased and earned himself a smack on the arm by you to which he laughed as he held his arm.

”How about this one?” Taehyung handed you bright pink open faced helmet.

”Actually I had my eyes on that one. Good taste you have there,” You playfully winked.

”Oh really? I only offered because I thought you’d say no.” Taehyung grinned and took the helmet back from your hands and set it back on the rack, ”We’re gonna get you a full helmet though.”

”Why? Yours is open - and sometimes you drive without a helmet. What’s wrong with that?”

”Firstly if anything would happen it would keep your face intact,” He said and you grimaced at the idea. ”Secondly I’m a burly man. Disfiguration would make me more handsome.” He joked but the horrific undertone stayed. He was right after all, in a crash you can’t do anything but trust the gear you’ve got on and smashing your head face first on the ground didn’t sound appealing.

”Try this one,” He handed you a mat black helmet with purple details, and of course - it didn’t have straps but an easier snap on lock.

”It looks great but I can’t afford it.” You glanced at the price tag, turning it in your hand before handing it back.

”When I said ’we’ I meant me and the boys,” Taehyung said matter-of-factly and pushed the helmet back to you, ”You’re not gonna pay for shiz.” He stood there with his arms crossed, looking down you with his beautiful grin.

”You keep surprising everyday,” You told him with a small appreciating smile.

”Hey, let’s get you a mirror visor on it so you’d look even cooler when riding.”

”Tae, this is too much,” You whined back, but you were immensely thankful for him and the guys.

You sat on the edge of your bed looking at the brand new helmet, and your reflection from the visor. You were heartbroken but you couldn’t stop your lips from smiling. The simple helmet represented something you’ve never had; freedom and friendship. You couldn’t wait until you’ll see the guys again and what kind of adventure they’ll take you to next. Jimin was out of your mind already. He wasn’t filling your every thought. He wouldn’t. There wasn’t a knife stabbed deep in your back. You’re fine.

You showed up to the club house at Saturday evening with your helmet - just in case. You went in through the open garage door to say hello to Yoongi but he wasn’t there where you’d expect him to be. You followed the short but wide hallway into the ’living room’.

”Hi,” You said in a small voice as you peeked in.

”What’re you doing here— MOTHER OF GOD!”

Yoongi kicked Jeongguk in the shin as soon as he started talking. His tone was never soft, it was harsh at times. Often offending others, and hurting feelings. So Yoongi preferred him to keep quiet, and violence is the answer for that.

”Glad to have you back Y/h,” Yoongi smiled. ”You have great timing as we’re about have a movie night.”

”Yeah as soon as Taehyung shows up,” Jeongguk muttered while rubbing his sore leg over his sweatpants.

”He is renting the movie,” Yoongi said to you and then turned to Jeongguk to smack him again, ”Speaking of - Jeongguk it’s your turn to get the snacks.”

”Uhh…” He rubbed his neck with his other hand and pouted, funny how he was able to change himself into a cute but forgetful guy. Looking at him now you wouldn’t think he is capable of anything evil. ”I kinda forgot to buy them.”

Yoongi’s sigh was so deep that if he had done a facepalm instead he’d have a hole in his face.

”Y/n could you join Jeongguk?” Yoongi pleaded. ”This brat would forget his own head if it wasn’t attached to him. He needs an adult with him so he will buy snacks this time.”

“Sure,” You answered with a giggle and followed Jeongguk’s protesting steps.

The walk to the corner store went exactly as you imagined; really awkward. Jeongguk didn’t say a single word on his own. He just gave you one worded answers as you tried to make some conversation.

“So... What do we want?” Jeongguk asked more rhetorically than anything else, looking at the full shelves.

“Do you… Usually eat chips or popcorn?”

“Yup,” He nodded and you tilted your head. That’s not an answer to your question. He grabbed a packet of popcorn and three bags of chips, “We get both.”

“What?” He said when he turned to look at you and your judgemental face looking at the items in his lap, “We’re big dudes. We need to eat.”

“I didn’t say anything,” You told him with a sour face, following him to the register.

“Your face tells too much,” He quipped as he threw the items for the young, and probably high, cashier.

You bagged the items, and Jeongguk made sure to take the plastic bag from your hands without a word. He slipped his fingers next to yours and the bags fell out of your grip into his.

Okay, everything is going fine. He is talking to you. Though it’s more bickering- still a good start, You thought.

Avoiding the potholes on the sidewalk, you walked after Jeongguk and his long steps. You were just about to turn the corner when you heard someone calling your name. Your face dropped when you recognized your boyfriend’s voice. Oh no. You couldn’t face him, not today. Not now. Not ever. Jimin always turned up to ruin your day.

“Shouldn’t you be at home at this time,” Jimin said with one eyebrow shot high, looking at his brand new watch. He wouldn’t wear the one you picked as a christmas present.

“I-”

“I thought I told you to stay away from them. Mark saw you with Taehyung the other day.”

“Yes, but that’s becau-”

“I can’t believe you’d disrespect me like this Y/n,” He continued his monologue, hands on his side with a cocked head, “What will my peers think?”

“Why won’t you leave, Jimin?”

Jeongguk finally came back. It took him a moment to realize that you weren’t following him anymore, dropping the shopping bag when he heard Jimin’s voice just to run back where it came from.

“Oh! And you’re with this dipshit now,” Jimin laughed, stepping closer to Jeongguk and you too. Jeongguk’s face didn’t waver when he was insulted. It was like he didn’t care enough to be bothered.

“Just leave her alone, little man.” Jeongguk said, provoking Jimin on purpose, like usual. “You wouldn’t survive another fight with me.” Jimin stepped closer to him to point in his face. Having to look up, Jimin was way smaller, his shoulders weren’t as broad and his biceps were nothing compared to Jeongguk.

“Don’t start with me Jeon. I will me-”

You got in between the two men and pushed Jimin away since Jeongguk just stood there without moving a muscle.

“What?!” Jimin scoffed, being surprised of being butted away. “Is he your boyfriend now? You’re supposed to protect me not him.”

“I’m not protecting him. I know for a fact that he could beat the lights out of you.” The words left your mouth, surprising you as well as Jimin.

“You’re saying this because you’re fucking him,” Jimin stated, but he couldn’t be more wrong. “I knew you were up to something.”

“For a long time I believed you, Jimin. I thought there must be something wrong with me wanting to hang out with other guys. Even when they’re my friends.” You told him, your voice growing in volume.

“This one can’t be your friend.” He took another step towards you. This time so did Jeongguk, reaching his hand for Jimin arm but you laid your hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“It never came to my mind that you made me feel like shit because you were projecting,” You said calmly, trying not to open the flood gates however tears already found their way out. “You’re cheating on me. That’s why you accuse me of it.”

“If these fuckers told you that, they’re lying -”

You pressed your finger on Jimin lips, “The funny thing is that I’ve only known Bangtan for a fraction of the time I’ve known you. I’ve been with you for five years, or it would’ve been six next month. Yet I trust these guys more than I’ve ever trusted you.”

You sighed, looking up at the dark sky trying your best not to cry in front of him. He wasn’t worth your tears, he never was and never will be. “I gave you my heart and now you’ve stepped on it, broken it into pieces. I can’t believe I’ve been so blind,” You laughed at your own misfortune, “I never saw how much of a manipulative bitch you are.”

“Don’t say that. You don’t mean that. I know you Y/n. They’ve just talked you over because they have a vendetta against me,” Jimin tried to convince you with a creamy voice but you shook your head.

You took a long pause to look him in the eyes, “It’s over.” You could basically see the fumes from Jimin’s ears when those words left your mouth.

“You’re a cheating whore, aren’t you?” Jimin raised his voice, he couldn’t take rejection from anybody. “There’s no other choice Y/n. I know you better than anybody else does.”

“Fuck you, Jimin.” You said, grinning through your pain, enjoying his. You’ve confronted the lying bastard that made your life a living hell. The countless nights you’ve spent crying over his words. It’s all over. It hurts but it’s for the better. It’s finally your turn to hurt him.

“Fine! Go spread your legs to rest of them, you slut!”

You turned your heel and started to walk towards the club house, you had no time for Jimin and his insults. You couldn’t face him as you couldn’t hold the tears anymore.

This time Jeongguk followed you, picking up the shopping bag, he jogged after you. He laid his hand on your shoulder as he tried to say something, but you pushed him away.

“I don’t need your protection, not any of yours! I can handle myself!” You yelled at him, though your anger was directed at the wrong person. “You’ve only been rude to me this whole time! One asshole of a man is too many in my life!”

“Y/n -”

“No!” You continued your yelling, and pounded your fists on his torso as he tried to come closer, hurting yourself more than him.

You pushed him away but Jeongguk grabbed your hand and you crash landed on his chest. You tried to push him and wiggle your way out but his arms around you made you immobile. You shoved him with all the strength you had but he was stronger.

You stopped struggling when the tears started flowing. He moved his hand up to your head, to embrace you. You bawled in his shoulder in the pouring rain while he shushed your sadness away, trying his best to comfort you.

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Character Backstory: Domino Dog

finally got Domino’s backstory all straightened out in a way that I can comfortably share w yall! this is a long post, but hopefully it’s fun to read. Warnings are placed before potentially-triggering content but overall their story has a big warning for child abuse, though it’s not written out in great detail.

ETA 2020, I think it’s important to note this backstory is from Domino’s perspective, and sometimes, things aren’t entirely accurate! This is part fact, part what they believe has happened.

Domino was born in Glasgow, Scotland, on March 13th around twenty-ish years ago. Christened “----,” they spent the first twelve years of their life growing up in Glasgow before their family emigrated to New York in search of work. They spent much of their time alone, as their family was fond of locking them out of the house, viewing the puppy as a nuisance constantly underfoot. (Domino got in the way of their parents’ fighting, mostly.) Due to this they developed a love for foot-travel early on in life and quite a lot of stamina to walk for hours on end in any sort of weather. They didn’t have many good things growing up, and haven’t held on to many items from that time in their life, the only notable object being a small solar-powered handheld video game console they played endlessly on days when it was too hot and sunny to walk. (They also still own a hoodie, pair of jeans and a tank top from that era, because it’s what they were wearing when they left home.)

At the age of around seven it was already obvious that they were a little… off. They didn’t get along with other children, primarily on account of being a dog but secondarily because they were already clearly nonbinary, but had no vocabulary to express it yet. Both these factors made it very hard for them to fit in with any group, and left them feeling like a stranger no matter where they went—no place for them at home or at school. They grew up quiet and reserved and shy, not too far off from how they are now but with much less of a spine.

Their family moved to New York when they were twelve, and they attempted a fresh start. It didn’t go well; they still could not relate to people at all, and being in a completely new country didn’t help at all. Things were still tense at home as living conditions didn’t improve, and the abuse they weathered only grew worse, but having grown up with it and never having any other families to compare it to (due to, well, having no friends) they were unaware it was abnormal. Their father left the family shortly after this.

At around age seventeen they’d wisened up to what was going on and began to try and plan some way to have a future away from their family. In addition, they finally learned about the LGBT+ community from a local shelter they quite literally stumbled upon while wandering especially far afield; they’d been entertaining the idea of simply running off from home, as their home dynamic only got even worse over the years, beginning with verbal abuse and ending with physical abuse, and so had decided that day to just walk as far as they could and spend a night sleeping in an alleyway. (They figured it would be good practice… they’ve never been the brightest of bulbs.) Through a bit of conversation with the staff and residents, they learned what being nonbinary was, and immediately knew it fit them. (Unfortunately they did not learn about asexuality or aromanticism until much later.) They returned home with the triumphant announcement…

It didn’t go well. But that was the first night they ever stood up for themself, and the fights after that time were a lot less one-sided.

A year or so after that, once they’d graduated from high school and (earlier in the year) turned 18, their mother kicked them out of the house for refusing to let go of their nonbinary identity, along with other contrived grievances. They scrounged together enough money before leaving (having known it was an eventuality, they’d been saving up) to buy a one-way train ticket out of state and never looked back.

And so began their life as a vagabond of sorts, completely independent and entirely isolated. For a half year they wandered as far afield as they could, having absolutely no goal, and entirely nameless. They discovered they quite liked being alone rather than being lonely, and, given the self-sufficiency their shitty life forced on them from a young age, they did perfectly fine for themself, all alone. That is, until they ended up running into a rather large, powerful gang in Georgia, who immediately saw a use for them. The gang offered them a place to stay, and they accepted without much thought; through that they learned how to truly stand up for themself, how to use a switchblade knife better than before, and who they really were. This was a huge period of growth in terms of their personality; namely, they actually had the space to develop one. They grew to love the goth subculture and frequented a lot of somewhat-shady goth clubs; this was the fashionable period of their life and they finally felt in-charge of their appearance as well as the way they were perceived. To this day they keep up a more gothic sort of aesthetic, as the androgyny common in the subculture serves them well.

It was also during this time that they earned a new name for themself. Newest members to the gang were simply called “Rookie” or “Newbie” and would be given a loyalty test to ‘earn’ a new name after a certain point (which, in Domino’s hindsight, is a little bit cult-ish), and Domino passed their ‘test’ with flying colours.

(TW for murder, assault)

Their test was a hired hit on a man who assaulted the daughter of the gang-leader and got out on bail. He was a repeat offender, and the gang-leader finally decided the world had had enough of the piece of shit; it is the one time Domino has ever killed anyone in cold blood, and the one time the gang ever asked any of their Newbies to murder.

It earned Domino both their name and the role of “attack dog,” going after the gang’s most stubborn opponents. Even though they’re only five-foot-five-and-some-change, they can be quite intimidating; having never learned proper dog etiquette, they are not at all afraid of biting and clawing the hell out of someone in a fight. They prefer knives for their efficiency but they absolutely can and will bite someone’s neck out if they have to, and their general demeanor when pissed makes that… obvious. That being said, given how easily-identifiable an anthropomorphic dog with bright red hair is, they were only sent after the difficult folks who would only suffer worse if they went to the police.

By that point they’d made a lot of good friends in the gang, but the one they were closest to was a girl called Faith. Faith was enamoured with them from the beginning, but they didn’t catch on whatsoever, which eventually ended with the friendship souring after Faith made an (unsolicited) move on Domino, which shocked and unnerved the dog. Faith, not handling rejection well, refused to speak to Domino again, calling them frigid and dead-hearted. The memory still hurts, and made them wary of befriending anyone else for a while, lest they once again miss the “obvious” cues towards a romantic relationship. These days they fancy themself more aware, but really, they’re not at all, they’re just much better at deterring people in general by… well, by being a jackass, in short.

(TW for alcohol mention/alcohol abuse, drugs)

Their gang unfortunately had to disband after a police raid captured a good amount of them. Domino fled with a few of the other members of the gang, headed north away from the gang’s usual stomping grounds (in the hopes they’d evade jail), and fell into something akin to a worse depression than before, if possible. They’d always used alcohol as a bit of a coping mechanism and social crutch, though not to excess before, but at this point in life—having had both a purpose in life and power unlike that which they’d had before, only to have it ripped from them—they felt their lowest since joining the gang. Fortunately they were cognizant enough to realize it was getting to be a problem right at the tipping-point-of-sorts where it would have/could have veered into hardcore alcoholism and, fearing ending up like their parents, they quit it cold-turkey and haven’t had a drink since, nor will they even talk about it. They’re embarrassed by the possibility of even letting themself get that bad-off with it and petrified of being categorized as anything similar to their parents.

The next few months consisted of the little rag-tag group traveling north, bouncing from motel to motel with what little money they had left, usually spending their time high as a kite lying on the bathroom floors. (Domino still tends to lie on tile floors when they’re upset about something, for reasons even they can’t fathom.) After around three months, during which the group fragmented more and more until it was just Domino and three other people, one of the group was informed by a relative that there were good job opportunities in New York City—namely, a pizza place needed drivers. The group member informed Domino of this opportunity because Domino was (and is) a fairly decent driver and, having nowhere else to go and being painfully aware of where their current path might lead, decided to go for it.

At nearly-nineteen, they finally reached New York City, and were immediately given a job on the credentials of being alive, mostly functional, and capable of knowing where the driver’s seat in a car is. They had no home or car, but they did have a knack for hotwiring cars, and some fool left theirs unattended for more than five minutes; thus began their first legal gainful employment. They worked that job long enough to become a sort of Designated Indestructible Employee—they were sent to the deliveries no one else wanted to do, either because the person ordering lived in the most dangerous areas or because they were a creep. Domino has a bizarre knack for not dying despite getting themself into incredibly dangerous situations, and maintaining a blasé attitude about the whole thing as well. In addition to that, their reputation precedes them, as most of the local gangs already knew about Attack Dog Domino and were most definitely not keen to get on their bad side; many were quite surprised to find a relatively-pleasant, quiet dog behind the brutal stories. No one was too keen to push the envelope, though, even though Domino did not reprise their role for a New York gang. They’d decided they were done with gangs, mostly due to not really wanting to have any friends anymore.

That being said, they began going to see Sybil (when she was a psychotherapist, so, somewhere around season 1) to sort through the absolute mess of their mental state. It took them a long while to be comfortable enough with Sybil to open up about the past few years of their life, and they’re still not comfortable enough to talk about their childhood, but they continue to make progress; they went from Sybil being the only person they’d speak to (outside of work) to having 3 roommates in their apartment to ease the cost of rent and somewhat-adopting a mischievous rabbit named Joey [owned by archielemon] as their sister. Getting them out of their shell has proven to be a slow process with quite a ways to go, but they are slowly becoming less guarded. While Sybil’s therapy helps them deal with whatever trauma may remain, it’s been Joey who’s taught them how to open up to people in a more healthy manner, and, thanks to her, they’re a lot happier, generally speaking. They still have bad days, of course, but they feel less miserable and are finally starting to learn how to let other people in, and begin to process what’s happened to them.

Their career as a pizza-delivery-person came to an unfortunate end when the pizza joint was destroyed during Monster-Max’s rampage at the end of Season 3, while Domino was briefly out of town for a vacation of sorts. They came back to find most of the city, including the apartment building they lived in, at least partially destroyed. From then, they were once again listless, but no longer coping with it alone—while their roommates left for greener pastures, they still had Joey and her girlfriend, Kathy [also owned by archielemon], who is also someone they consider a friend. This second bout of unemployment thankfully didn’t last long, as they ended up meeting Flint Paper through an odd series of events. As it turns out, their family were curious to see how they were doing (read as, their mother wanted to see if they had any income to exploit, unaware of Domino’s newfound emotional strength as well as the general insanity of New York), and hired Flint to tail Domino and report back. Something in Domino reminded Flint of a different listless young dog he once met, and so he decided to take them under his wing, just as he had done twenty-five years ago; at first, they declined, believing they wouldn’t be good at it, but after receiving encouragement from their roommates (as well as having their natural knack for figuring out people’s motives pointed out to them) they decided to track Flint down themself and rescind their rejection.

Since then, they’ve been working alongside him as his apprentice-of-sorts. After a while he started to treat them more like something between an adopted child and a pet dog, which they don’t particularly mind, surprisingly. This has brought them into more contact with Sam and Max than before (they’d delivered pizzas to the duo before, and simply thought them a very, very strange married couple), who, at this point, they view as a mild but funny nuisance. They don’t have much in common with the Freelance Police, though the anarchist side of them does appreciate their personalized take on justice that seems to have a more accurate and reasonable aim than the vocational police. They consider them somewhat-reliable and it’s been proven that, when in a pinch, they might consult the duo for help.

Recently, they reunited with their little brother Adam, and since then the two have been closer than ever, although they had quite a rocky start to it. They do their best to be some sort of a good role model for him, though they’re not always successful... but they try pretty hard. They’ve done their best to keep their act cleaned-up, and they converted the living room of their apartment into a permanent pillow fort so there would be space enough for everyone to sleep. They’re quite protective over Adam, though not to a stifling degree. They tend to take care of him before they’d take care of themself, is all.

These days Domino is a more… balanced individual than before. Working with Flint helps them channel aggression in a (debatably) more positive manner, and in their off-time they’ve taken to wandering the streets. Having always been an urban explorer and slight packrat, they have a tendency to acquire virtually any items not nailed-down in abandoned buildings. Amusingly, these do sometimes come in handy during their cases… but not as often as they’d like. A majority of their finds collect dust in their room until they pitch them out the window in the spirit of “spring cleaning.” Near the first day of spring, standing outside their window is a nice way to find new treasures. Or new head traumas. Whichever!

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