#tomorrow...... there will be more i fear LOL i told you to be prepared to be sick of me!!

[lunetual]

“i tied my hair up today. it looks okay? .......... i’m glad you like it.”

[soobrat]

cool off; ldh

🖱️⤻ pairing; afab!reader x haechan 🖱️⤻ word count; 4.6k 🖱️⤻ genre; smut & fluff 🖱️⤻ synopsis; haechan lets you in on a practice room secret that leads to a new hang out buddy during practice 🖱️⤻ warnings; unprotected sex (this is getting ridiculous), oral play (hyuck receiving), piv, doggy style, dirty talk, pet name (angel), public sex(?), switch!ish, soft but fun

⌨️⤻ How’s this for a meet cute lol. This is not accurate because Haechan oozes confidence. Most of my works aren’t accurate tho bc I don’t know them so it’s alright.

"See you guys at the dorm." Johnny tacked on just before exiting the practice room. Mark and Haechan don't answer, just collapse to the floor. Their chests heave in unison as they lie under the vent. All the sweat that was bothersome ten minutes ago was now welcome as it chilled under the cool air. Being comfortable with each other, they felt no need to voice any of their thoughts or fill the air with conversation, Haechan and Mark just sat quietly and enjoyed their moment of rest. It was easy to forget where they were this way.

After what felt like hours of lying under the vent, they jump as they hear the door click open. Expecting a member that forgot something made for a lot of confusion when you peek your head through the door. You gasp, eyes blowing wide before you pull your head back and close the door. Mark and Haechan stare at the closed door as you and a choreographer go back and forth.

"What's the matter? Go back in there." The manager chuckles.

"There are two members of NCT in there!" You whisper the name like it's some forbidden word. 

"It's fine! I'm pretty sure they're on their way out. Just go in there with them!"

"Are you crazy?!"

Haechan had never seen your face before. No regular trainees were allowed in this practice room. Only debuted idols, groups preparing for debut, and special trainees. Any of those were possible, but what if...

"You think that's her?" Haechan rolls his head toward Mark with raised eyebrows.

"What? No way." Mark continues to stare at the door, hiding his disbelieving look from Haechan. "Well..." He lifts his shoulders, quirking one of his brows, "I guess it could be. But what are the odds? We were just talking about her and now she's here."

"Good odds, I'd say." Haechan mumbles, lifting his body slightly to peer over Mark at the door.

Some of the boys thought you were a pain. Technically, you weren't a proper trainee. Just someone the CEO really wants to be one, so he's giving you the full star treatment. Letting you practice here, use their studio to produce songs (hopefully more for their artists), and even let you around the artists themselves. None of them have ever seen you, for reasons that are now apparent, but the fact that the company was allowing this was unbelievable. Some may even say unfair. Haechan just thinks you've proved your talent enough to open doors. How could he not admire that?

"How many amazing producers have we had? None of them have gotten this treatment." Said Johnny a few days prior. "She's probably just pretty." He brushes off.

He was wrong. You weren't pretty. If you were truly who Haechan thought you were, you were absolutely breathtaking. Haechan swallows hard.

--🖱️▷

"Good job!"

You groan loudly, completely blocking out the choreographer's praise as you flop to the floor. "It's hot!"

"Well!" She claps her hands together before continuing. "We'll practice again tomorrow. And by that I mean we're practicing together tomorrow. Don't you dare stop practicing on your own." She scolds and you groan again. 

This is what was expected of you. You wanted to be a soloist for the sake of your irrational fear of all your members hating you. It's just a little easier on your social anxiety this way you told yourself. Now you have to work twice as hard. All eyes are on you. Was all this worth it? Should you just go back to being behind the scenes? You did enjoy singing and dancing. Being an idol was something you dreamed of since you were a little girl. But perhaps you were being a little unrealistic. Maybe you're just not cut out for this... 

Why is it so hot?

You stand up from the ground, sweat was starting to collect on your back. Plus, the heat was accumulating from lying there. You wander around the room, in search of relief before you continue practicing. 

As if the heavens themselves open up above your head, a cool gust of air hits your body and you all but faint. "That feels so nice." You breathe, sweat trickling down your neck. Your body goes rigid as the door creaks open. 

From across the room, you stare at Haechan like a deer caught in headlights. He chuckles to himself before he makes his way toward you, noting the way your limbs draw together like you're trying to physically shrink into yourself. Haechan plants himself right in front of you. You try to look at his face but you're so flustered it's almost debilitating. Did you do something wrong? Were he and his members not actually done as your choreographer suggested? Was he about to chew you out?

Haechan huffs, resting his hands on his hips before looking at the ceiling. The corner of his mouth twitches. He inhales slightly, tilting his head back down before fixing his eyes on your anxious face. 

"You know, it actually feels better if you lay down."

You finally build the courage to look up at him. Once you do, you find it hard to look away. The way his face melts into a warm smile makes your heart do flips. Your tongue darts out to wet your increasingly dry lips. "R-really?"

Haechan's smile grows. "Yeah." He chuckles. "When you stand up, it only hits your head and shoulders, maybe your arms a little bit. When you lay down, it hits everything, and it's easier to relax." 

You nod, but it's hard to focus on anything else but every muscle that moves on your body. You're just wondering if this celebrity noticed how hard you just gulped in front of him. 

"Try it." Haechan takes a step back, gesturing toward the wooden floor. You blink up at him before whispering a small 'oh'. You awkwardly settle onto the floor, feeling utterly embarrassed as Haechan watches you lie on the floor. As soon as your back hits it, you gasp. The crisp air hits the entire front half of your body. It's almost too cold as it cools every drop of sweat exposed to it. 

"See?" Haechan raises his eyebrows and you nod again. 

"Thank you for showing me this." You say quietly, eyes moving everywhere but on him. You clear your throat.

"Is something wrong?" 

"No... it's just... this is kinda weird." You gesture up at him from the floor.

"Ah!" 

You watch in awe as Haechan lowers himself to the floor as well, lying right next to you. You can't possibly ignore how close your hands are to touching. "Is this better?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure if it is." You say bluntly, turning your head to look at him. Bad idea. He has these round puppy dog eyes. The kind that could melt ice cream with their intense warmth. You would verbally swoon if you were out of your mind. 

"What, is there something on my face?" Haechan instinctively wipes the corners of his mouth. Just then you get a bright idea. Nothing breaks you out of that ‘this is painfully awkward please end this interaction immediately’ phase faster than some lighthearted joking.

"Mhm," you nod before pointing at his forehead. "right... here."

"Really?!" He stands up and hobbles toward the huge wall of mirrors you forgot about. You see, he was supposed to ask you to guide him to the spot and after a few seconds of misdirection you'd go 'just kidding!' and laughter would hopefully ensue.

What were you supposed to do now?! Now he was behind you and it'd be awkward to turn around and say 'just kidding!' from the floor, should you get up-

"Where? I don't see anything?"

You plant your palm firmly on your face.

"Wait... did you trick me?" Haechan laughs loudly in disbelief as he walks back over to tower over your body. 

"Yeah." You say after you've had your fill of facepalming.

"Ha!" He laughs again before kneeling beside you. "Are you embarrassed?" He narrows his eyes at you. 

"Yeah." You repeat before snorting.

"Okay." Haechan crosses his legs before pursing his lips. "I'm a little insulted that you just successfully embarrassed me without even being confident in your own prank." He nods slowly, clearing his throat awkwardly. You giggle, covering your mouth.

"I'm sorry." You squeak, closing your eyes.

"No, it's okay." He draws out the 'no', clearly not sincere in his consolation. "Just a little pathetic." He gestures with his fingers to illustrate how little. You gawk at him in disbelief. 

"Huh?"

"I mean, my little cousin can pull off that prank perfectly. He's seven." Haechan rests his hand on your shoulder to further his faux consolation.

"Hey!" You sit up from the floor. "This is not making me feel better."

"Good, you made me think I had something on my face while I was talking to a pretty girl."

You gasp before slapping your hand over your mouth. Haechan rolls his eyes. "Oh, what? You don't know that you're pretty?"

"I-I mean... I-I don't know..." You stammer like an idiot.

"Well you are. And that's putting it lightly." He leans forward, resting his elbows on his legs as he peers up at you. Saying such pretty words with those constellation-filled eyes. If your heart was doing flips earlier, it was doing an entire gymnastics routine now. You play with your fingers, tearing your gaze away from him. You weren't sure how to respond. You were never good at taking compliments about your appearance.

"I uh... I have to continue practicing." You point your thumb behind you before settling it back into your lap. 

"Oh, right." Haechan nods as he stands up from the floor. "Practicing is important."

"But we can talk another time." It sounds more like a suggestion than an act of disclosure, but just to be sure you don't sound too pushy you tack on a "Right?" at the end.

Haechan exhales amusedly. "Of course, how else are you gonna learn the ins and outs of the practice room?"

--🖱️▷

You didn't learn much, but you were definitely much cooler. You spent every break you had lying on the floor with Haechan. It wasn't the most picturesque location, but you didn't mind it. Spending time with him made it easy to ignore the strangeness of lying on the floor. It was a bit harder to ignore once his members started calling you his "floor buddy", but it wasn't too humiliating. Even less so since Haechan never protested. Seems like he didn't mind it either.

If he were honest, he doesn't understand why he catches you staring at him. What is more puzzling was the way you get flustered when he brings it up. 

"You're not gonna prank me again, are you?" Haechan looks at you with suspicion sewn into his expression. You press your fingers to your cheek like you're checking their temperature.

"No! I'm not."

"Just checking now that I know you're this big prankster."

You throw your head back against the floor in defeat. You don't stand a chance against Haechan's teasing. He always manages to make you tap out. 

"No, but really..." Haechan starts and you turn your head toward him. "Why are you always staring at me?" He tries to keep a straight face, but his confusion seeps through when his eyebrows furrow slightly. Your mouth hangs open as your eyes dart around the room. Truthfully, you had no honest answer that didn't make you seem suspicious. You're sure some people think you're a rich brat who's here just to hang around idols and ogle at them. Admitting to Haechan that that's exactly what you were just doing felt wrong. Could he trust you enough to continue hanging out with you after that? Perhaps keeping it a secret was worse, but perhaps you were okay with being a little bit selfish. Being with Haechan was making all this grueling practice bearable. 

"Uhh... subject change! How was that variety show-"

"Nice try. Actually, horrible try. Why would you announce-?"

"I don't know." You hide your face in your hands, muffling the incoming whines.

"So tell me what I need to know." Haechan shifts his body to the side, resting his head on his hand. Your eyes flicker around the room, feeling something uncomfortable stirring inside your stomach. Not only would Haechan find out that you were ogling him, but he'd also find out you thought he was attractive this whole time. There's no way a confession like that would leave your relationship unscathed. Sure, Haechan says it all the time. But his excuse of 'it's just a fact' was starting to work on you. The way he'd nonchalantly shrug his shoulders after every "you're beautiful" was believable. Your heart reacted nonetheless. 

There's no way you'd be able to play it off as a simple observation. You'd gulp and stammer and squirm, no doubt about it. But there was no backing out of this apparently, so here goes nothing.

"I-I think you're very handsome, Haechan." You try to keep your eyes on his blinking ones, but ultimately fail. You groan, hiding your face again.

"Haha. Very funny."

You peel your hands from your face to peer at Haechan who had turned off his side. "Funny?"

"You're getting better at the pranks, I'll admit it." He laughs dryly.

"What prank? Haechan, I'm serious." You maneuver closer to him, puzzled by his reaction. He flops his head to the side, a scrutinizing look on his face.

"You don't have to lie to make me feel better. Like I said, you're pretty and that's just a fact. You don't have to try and return the compliment."

You lie there quietly for a moment as he fixates back on the vent. "Do you seriously think I'm pretending to stare at you?"

"More like there's a different reason you're doing so."

"What? Like me thinking you're ugly or something? That's not it at all!"

He sighs. "Don't lie."

You push yourself up with your elbow, ready to pour your heart out about how he makes you go crazy every time you see his face, but you get a different idea. One that fills your body with nervous excitement. You overcome the nerves as you look at his face again. The slight annoyance on his face made him look irresistibly adorable. Those damned puppy dog eyes glitter like the stars. How soft his caramel-tinted skin looks. His lips look... inviting. You grab his face, smushing it between your hands as you deliberate once more. He looks at you in confusion before you lean down slowly and press your lips to his.

It was a short and sweet kiss, lips still adhered for a moment as you pull away. His lips glisten with the lip balm that transferred to them. He was dazed, and a bit shocked for a moment, but soon enough his lids grew heavier as he sits up and dives in for another kiss. Just as sweet as before, but with a bit more longing. Both of his hands made their way to your jaw, fingertips sneaking into the nape of your hair. 

He tasted like mint and the sugar from whatever he was snacking on earlier. His lips brushed against yours as he readjusted to suck on your bottom lip. You sigh against him, fingers finding the back of his shirt before clenching onto it. You felt dizzy, almost like you were drunk. That must be what was stopping you from stopping this. Someone could walk in at any moment. Hell, someone could walk past and peek in. This was not safe for either of you, but none of that mattered more than your need to feel and taste each other.

You tasted so fucking good. Your vanilla-flavored lip balm was the cherry on top. It made both of your mouths soft and slick so your lips glide against each other with more ease. Haechan was getting riled up fast. More than anyone, he should stop before he does something stupid like acting on his primal urges. Urges that grew stronger when he tugs on your hair, eliciting a pretty noise from you. He pulls away with a chuckle. "Having fun, angel?"

You miss his lips already, so much that you feel spontaneous. You lift your thumb toward his bottom lip, smoothing your thumb along the plump flesh. You're mesmerized by your own actions, and he's mesmerized by you. 

"What has gotten into you?" He asks in a hushed voice.

"Haechan..." You start, still staring at his lips. "You're so hot," You finally look at him, watching as his eyes go wide, "so annoyingly, devastatingly hot. Not just your face, but how you talk, how you carry yourself. I... I just can't get enough of you." You rush out before heaving as you stare into his eyes. It was a bit entertaining to watch him be the one flustered by compliments. Seems like the teddy bear can dish it but not take it. You smile with a giggle. "You're so sexy Haechan-"

"Shut up." He crashes his lips against yours, pushing you over so that you're laying on your back. He rests his hands beneath your head, lifting it up so he can move his lips against yours properly. You feel something protruding against your stomach. You gasp lightly against his mouth, yearning stronger for him when he bites your lip. “You talk too much.” He growls.

He was doing a great job at shutting you up. You were too preoccupied with trying to inconspicuously push forward for a better feel of his bulge. You couldn’t even do it a second time before he catches on to what you’re doing. He shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at you. “You are just full of surprises.”

He slides lower until the outline of his heavy member is resting directly on your mound. You can feel his thick shaft so vividly through the thin cotton of your shorts and underwear. “This what you want?” He quirks up an eyebrow at you. You nod, though your lip caught in your teeth and wanton expression already gave it away. 

“Okay,” Haechan sits up on his knees, ceasing all friction. Your hips chase his, huffing when you can’t reach him.

“Take it.” He nods at his steadily hardening member. Settling on your forearms, you look at him confusedly. “I wanna see how many more surprises you have for me.” He smirks, voice deep, shooting right to your core. He looks so cocky. Unlike most men, it fits him so well. His lowered lids with a slanted smile suggested he didn’t think you were capable of taking the lead. 

With how flustered you constantly are, Haechan expects you to be a whimpering, whiny mess in bed. He’d find it cute, of course, but he wants to see you act with a little confidence. Someone who looks like you should be the most confident motherfucker around. 

He was always teasing you and gaining the upper hand with his certitude and wit. After getting a taste of how he acted when he was flustered, you needed to experience it more. So you lean forward, sliding your legs from under him and pushing him back. You catch a glimpse of a shocked expression as you press a splayed hand against his chest and it nourishes your determination. With a single, swift motion you pull the bow his drawstring was tied in loose. He watches eagerly as you push his pants down, lifting his hips to aid the process.

The sight of his more prominent outline makes your mouth go dry. His tan thighs are a sight you could get used to. You run your hands up his thighs, feeling how hot his skin is and how it erupts in goosebumps at your touch. You move them further until they’re resting on either side of his member. He puffs out a frustrated exhale. 

“I’d love to take my time with you angel but we haven’t got all day.”

You grin up at him mischievously. And who said you weren’t good at teasing? If the Donghyuk from the first day you met saw how you slid his underwear down his legs and looked hungrily at his hard cock he wouldn’t believe his eyes. Not that he’s any less surprised right now. Your eyes are blown out as you inspect his phallus. Sufficiently veiny and thick, making up for where it lacks in length. You brush your fingers up the shaft, feeling the silky skin. He hisses, face tensing as he watches. He switches between watching your hand and your curious eyes before he exhales amusedly.

“You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

You place your entire hand along the base to get a proper measurement. The angle of it solidifies in your mind how well it’ll hit your g-spot.

“Nope.” You push him down so his upper body is flat against the floor. There’s a fondness to his gaze that lights a fire behind your cheeks. You lower yourself between his legs and begin kissing up his thighs. Just this is enough for Haechan. He makes a mental note to let you mark up his thighs when there’s more time to spare. But for now, he wants you to get on with it.

“Need I remind you where we are, angel?” His face pinches in pleasure when you plant a kiss on his balls. You ignore him and seek out that reaction again, sucking one of them into your mouth. His hot shaft raises the temperature of your hand as you wrap around it. A salacious moan breaches from his throat as you transition from no stimulation to sucking his balls and pumping his dick. Getting your fill from one side you switch to the other, coating it in a thick layer of saliva with a lengthy lap of your tongue. You pull your face away to let a little spit dribble from your tongue before sucking again. Arousal pumps fiercely through Haechan’s veins as you stimulate him. He tries and fails to keep quiet, choked groans slipping through every now and then. He squeezes his lips tight when you suck both sides into your mouth.

What he was witnessing was a masterpiece. Such a beautiful face dirtying up his dick and balls. So dedicated to get him off while looking so fitting for your pet name. “Angel,” he shudders, “I wanna fuck.”

“Hm?” You ignore him. You’re sitting pretty on your high horse with no intention of getting off any time soon. You want him to either whine and beg for it or cum all over your face. It’s a welcome change of pace to see him like this. And just for you? You could cum untouched. You release his balls with a pop before trailing your tongue to his shaft. He drops his head back with a heavy sigh as you trail wet, sloppy kisses up his shaft. “Fuck–” He breathes harshly and you can tell he’s getting there.

You run your spit-slicked lips up and down his member, poking your tongue out to kitty lick here and there, until his member starts twitching. He whines something under his breath and the sound makes you buck against his leg. “What was that?”

“Need you, need you…” He murmurs mindlessly, flicking his hips up involuntarily. You deliver full-on licks to his shaft until his stomach starts tensing and his moans pick up in frequency. “Please– fuck!”

You don’t listen again, you just give his tip the same treatment you gave his balls. Haechan’s torso jumps up from the floor as he moans louder than you’ve ever heard him. You giggle, “Hm~ I found the sweet spot I think.”

“Think this is funny?” He looks flush, hair beginning to stick to his forehead and pupils blown wide. If he was setting out to hypnotize you, it was working because you were entranced by his eyes. He takes the opportunity to push on top of you and flip you over. You nearly yelp but he covers your mouth with his hand. “No more slip-ups, we can’t get caught okay?” You nod within his grasp. “Good, because it would suck if we had to stop.” He purrs as he slips your shorts down as well as he can with one hand. You nod again and he coos a bit of praise.

He slips his hand from your mouth and kisses your cheek softly. You just about melt, and you feel like you actually could after what he says next.

“I told you I needed you and I meant it.” He shoves your shorts the rest of the way down and lowers his hips until his tip is spreading you open. Your lips part like softened butter until he’s fully submerged inside you. He pants next to your ear before peppering more feather-light kisses along your jaw and neck. When he bottoms out you feel a groan rumble in his chest. You keen, pushing back until there’s no space between you. 

Haechan rises further on his knees to make up for it before dropping his hips down. You gasp and his hand is back over your mouth, not stopping his onslaught of pounding. Countless coos of praise fill your ears as he fucks the sense right out of you. Your eyes roll up, legs twitching as he fills you up slam after slam. You mumble your own praise incoherently behind his hand which makes him chuckle beside your ear. “Knew you’d be cute getting fucked.”

He angles his hips to brush against your frontmost wall and rubs at your g-spot again and again. “F-feels so good.” You know he can’t hear you but it was just mindless blabbering anyway. You worry for a moment that all this drilling will leave your legs hurting and prevent you from following instructions, but every thrust wipes your worries away. You feel connected and close to Haechan in a way you didn’t know you needed until now. You pull his hand away and chuckle slightly. “Need you too, Haechan.” You breathe until you’re whimpering again and he has to re-cover your mouth. “I love to hear it, angel.”

You can feel fractures of your orgasm beginning to form, tingling up your thighs and collecting in your groin. You suck in a harsh breath as your legs quiver. “‘m fucking cumming.” Haechan mutters as his hips stutter and his knees slide against the floor. Hearing his sounds build in desperation makes your abdomen clench and in turn, your walls. Haechan bites your shoulder in an attempt to muffle the resounding cry that crawls from his throat. His hips buck wildly into you, jolting you forward until your orgasm fills your channel and joins his spurting semen.

The two of you are only afforded two or three minutes to come down, but it feels like an eternity of bliss so you’re okay with it. Haechan pulls the both of you up and embraces you while he stays inside. Then the sound of multiple people thundering toward the practice room cause you both to jump up and situate yourselves as quickly as possible.

--🖱️▷

The rest of 127 watch as you and Haechan talk across the room. Taeyong is the first to talk. “They had sex didn’t they.” He narrows his eyes at Haechan leaning in and whispering something in your ear, he notes your shocked expression and subsequent slap of is arm. 

“I caught onto that like… last month.” Mark mumbles. 

“Really? I thought she’d be too shy. She doesn’t seem like the type.” Doyoung says before reflecting. Then one, two, three beats pass before Taeyong speaks again.

“You guys think they did it on the floor?”

The rest of the members react in audible disgust which makes the two of you look over. “Where do you think they did it?” Johnny asks, suddenly panicked about everywhere his feet land.

Mark looks around sheepishly before mumbling, “Just steer clear of the vent."

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[hannahbarberra162]

But but listen, what about the opposite? What if reader is like exited, okay maybe the conditions aren’t the best but some people dream of traveling the world in a grand ship such as the Moby Dick.

Would they get any liberties given this? Perhaps Marco would take advantage of it, sightseeing in exchange for blood draws in her best behaviors? Maybe sometimes they get fussy and he hangs the outside time in front of them to make sure the process stays as easy as possible?

I literally would never have thought of this lol. My brain goes um, no, must have suffering? Must have lack of agency?!@ But I like this direction too. I did uh…add some suffering.

“But you said!” you cried petulantly. You were pouting like a child but you’d really had your heart set on sight seeing today. You’d never been to a winter island before and Marco had told you that you’d be able to go off the ship with him. Ever since he had mentioned that good behavior would be rewarded with shore leave, you were a stellar patient. You followed all his rules, the logical ones (sleep enough, drink water) and the stupid ones (don’t go in the crow’s nest, don’t eat too much hot sauce, don’t blow things up with Ace, don’t shoot guns with Izou, don’t jump off the side of the boat and have Namur catch you) hoping to get off the ship for once. You sat in that dull, boring room for hours and hours, reading books about winter islands in different seasons, flowers and wildlife of the Grand Line, and preparing for your trip. You stopped asking to be done sooner, or trying to skip sessions, all in the hopes of seeing more interesting sights on the Grand Line.

The Moby had been near several islands but you’d never been allowed off, Marco fearing that you’d get hurt or lost. But you’d been so good and well behaved, not even complaining when the nurse didn’t stick your vein on the first try. Marco had reluctantly granted your request, on the condition that he accompany you the entire time. He was smothering you in his quest to keep you healthy but you kept your mouth shut about that too. After all, how many people got to travel the world on the Moby Dick with Marco the Phoenix as their personal tour guide? No one was going to mess with you or ruin your trip with Marco next to you. You’d been up since dawn, waiting for Marco to tell you it was time to go.

“It’s not me yoi. There’s a snow storm on the island. It’s dangerous to fly or sail there right now,” Marco apologized. Logically, you knew he was right. The winds were blowing ice and snow across the deck and you couldn’t see more than a few meters ahead of the ship in any direction. It wasn’t his fault, but you still felt like throwing a tantrum, stomping your feet and all. “We’re not sailing away yet, you might be able to go tomorrow if the storm stops yoi.” Marco put his hand on your shoulder as you slumped in the chair. “I promised you that your behavior would get you time off the ship. I meant it. I just can’t do it today.” You closed your eyes, not wanting Marco see your disappointment. “But if you do two extra sessions today, that’s three more hours you can have for tomorrow.” Your eyes popped open. It would be nine hours in the goddamned chair but you’d do it if it meant only three tomorrow. Maybe Deu could come and hang out with you, alleviate some of the boredom.

“You promise? Really? I’ll only have to do three hours tomorrow?” You were skeptical of Marco’s sincerity but hopeful the storm would pass quickly and you’d have nearly a full day of freedom. 

“Really. This time I promise.” 

[finelinecinemashow]

Sin City

Plot: Lany, the formidable daughter of a mafia kingpin, finds herself drawn to the charismatic leader of a rival gang. Bound by desire yet torn by allegiances, Lany and her unlikely paramour must confront their deepest fears and darkest secrets in a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is always lurking in the shadows. Will their love endure the trials of Sin City, or will their passion become the ultimate casualty in a war they cannot control?

Word count: 3,325K

Warnings: vulgar language, pew pews, Mafia && Gang rivalry, Drugs and alcohol

PART TWO: UP IN THE AIR.

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Hellooooo! Welcome to Sin City. I could NOT for the life of me get this out of my head. God I wanna be in the mafia so bad.

*If there is another story on wattpad that has Angels Syndicate as a rival gang name - LET ME KNOW. I looked at quite a few Mafia books and could not find any, but I could be wrong!! I can and will change it!* As for the people who I have as a face claim, besides Manny Montana, Noah Centineo and Dylan Sprouse everyone else I got off pinterest. Lol

*THANKYOULOVEYOUBYE*

Now, sit back, relax, and happy reading!!!!

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I remember a time growing up when dad would throw me in the air and I would get this rush. Now, whether that was a rush of fear, angst, or excitement I'm not sure. But what I am sure of, is it never felt like this. It all happened in slow motion. One moment I am on the rooftop of Commonwealth bar in downtown Vegas to scope out my competitors, the next thing I know I am being ambushed with no way out but to jump to the next roof to run. All because of fucking Cam.

G and I got a tip that a member of Angels Syndicate was going to be making a drop here and because we are the only ones in our group that don't show our faces outside of the club, we figured we could get more intel without bringing attention to us. Let's back up a bit, before you caught me midair and mentally shitting myself.

"We have about 20 minutes before they show. No one is to come up here without us knowing. I want full facial recognition from everyone, Rhett." I said into my ear piece while sipping on my whiskey.

"It's like you have zero faith in me. I already have the rooftop covered, everyone there besides you have been assessed. Their bank accounts are screaming at them to go home but yet they are adding up tabs like no tomorrow." He scoffed. I could have told him that without hacking into their lives. He uses technology, I use common knowledge. Their bags, clothes, shoes and shitty drugstore makeup tell me that.

"Cut the judgment out of your voice, Rhett. Sometimes not worrying about your problems is the only way through this life." G hummed. I don't know how she did it, but she was just as sweet as she was heartless. That was the one thing she wanted from her training. She did not want to be numb like the rest of us. She grew up with a good life, so I can understand the need to keep some of her heart.

Rhett and I on the other hand, did not grow up that way. We grew up with love, yes. But being born into the Mafia life, you see things you aren't technically supposed to see and because our father was never one to beat around the bush, he would tell us straight up why someone had to die the way they did and or why they were on the life path they were. We were always protected, but always prepared. Rhett mumbled his apologies so easily to her, I can practically see his face now, loved up puppy. I give it another month before he makes a fool of himself and wants to confess his attraction. Pitiful. We don't get many options in this life, always have to be on the lookout. We have to know who can handle this life, who is't with us for their own motives, and who isn't with us for the money. I doubt half of Vegas, as wild as it is, could handle the life we live.

"Alright, enough of the niceties, we have a job to do. Let's get it the fuck over with. I have a giant ass bed and a packed bowl waiting for me." I huffed. It was after I said that, that Rhett said the codeword, meaning they were here.

"Sin." He said in our ears. "It's showtime. Two men coming up the stairs to the roof. They each have an angel wing below their right ear. How fucking original." He said while laughing. I rolled my eyes. He has a motherboard tattooed on his thigh, he doesn't get-

"Says the nerd with a motherboard tattooed on his thigh." Georgia mumbled saying my thoughts out loud, thinking he couldn't hear it. He did in fact hear it and the gasp he let out was all but dramatic.

It was at that moment that the two men Rhett was talking about had walked in, head to toe covered in tattoos. One looked like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and became a drug runner, innocent looking with his clear glasses on his face. The other one fit the role of drug runner much more, grungy and rough looking, barbed wire tattooed across his forehead. They made their way to the end of the balcony, taking seats on opposite sides of the couch. We had a pretty good view of them as we were seated on the velvet green couch by the bar. Glasses had his back facing us, so we couldn't see what he was saying, but Grunge was nodding his head to his associate.

Georgia sat close to me and started to talk about whatever her precious heart desired so we looked busy and not at all spying on them. I leaned closer to her so I could read the man's lips. His beard was making it hard, but I caught the word Boss. Boss.. Is he coming? Is he here and we just didn't catch him?

"Rhett, He said, "boss".. Maybe I'm reaching here but is there another member here?" I leaned closer to G with my head down so they wouldn't know I was watching.

"You are always reaching, Mills. Give me one second to look." He responded. I rolled my eyes but waited anyway.

I could hear his keyboard clack away and continued to look around the roof to see if I could see anyone who looked out of sorts. Like I have said before, I love Vegas. People watching was a favorite of mine, knowing who lives here and who doesn't. The biggest give away to tourists is they always wear fanny packs. ALWAYS. Sometimes you could tell by their sneakers, squeaky clean and fresh out of the box for their "vacation." Vegas should not be a vacation spot to most because you'll be even more broke than when you arrived by the time you leave. But taking a page out of G's book, I try not to pass too much judgment. Afterall, sometimes Ignoring your troubles is the only way through this life.

"Everyone else is good. But The vehicle they showed up in is still downstairs, I'm assuming the driver is a dead man walking though, charges through the roof and many many felonies." Rhett confirmed.

There aren't many terms for people who have rap sheets a mile long, Institutionalized is one, but that one is no fun, so we like to call them dead men walking because their one true purpose in life is to be behind bars. They feel safer there, they have their own turfs. They run the yards on the inside. On the outside is a different story, they don't have turf, they don't feel safe. They don't have the control they oh so crave. If we need something done and the chances of getting caught are higher than not, we send them so they get sent away and we don't. We get off free with the deal completed, and they get to go back to their safe haven, everybody wins.

Snapping out of thoughts, I paid attention to the door, ready for whoever was meeting them to walk through. Georgia has the same thoughts as me but has her eyes on the associates who were just given their drinks. Lydia, who we have disguised as a waitress, made eye contact with both of us and nodded stiffly, if you blinked you would have missed the subtlety of it. Thank god her uncle owns this bar. Ry taught her everything she knows about slinging drinks.

I looked down at my phone to look busy but spoke just loud enough for Rhett to hear. "Alright Rhett, keep your eyes open. Lydia just dropped off their drinks." We were on high alert now waiting for whoever was coming in.

Within seconds, I hear "Got him." in my ear and G and sit up a little straighter while still looking at each other. "God dude, the worst part of getting intel is waiting and I hate it with a fiery burning passion." Georgia mumbled. I laughed quietly while agreeing with her.

I'm not saying that we are adrenaline junkies with a death wish, but sitting idle is a fucking killer. I like my down time as much as the next person, but on my time. While on the clock I feel like I'm not doing enough, the struggle I ride between the two will be my downfall I am sure of it. Knock on wood though.

Looking back at the door we see it open up and a short guy with ashy blonde hair walks in and pauses, quickly assessing where he wants to go. He looks at the guys by the balcony, nods at them and makes his way to the bar. After grabbing a beer and shamefully trying to flirt with Lydia he walks over to the two angels and sits down next to grunge before leaning over the table to fist bump Glasses. Lydia walked back over to see how they were doing before sitting next to Glasses and writing down his next order, as Grunge was telling her what he wanted she inconspicuously placed a tap on top of the couch but behind a cushion so they wouldn't be able to see.

Now we wait.

"I am going to turn on the tap so be careful with your ear pieces. I fixed them after what happened last time, but just to be safe." Rhett said. A steady beep was heard before we heard an Irish accent. He doesn't sound too happy.

"You need to make sure this drop is fucking spotless. No fuck ups, Got it? H was pissed that his last drop was ambushed. What the fuck happened Colt, huh? That was your 10k drop." The Irish man glared at Glasses. Oh so sad. That was a good supply I got, so this was comical for me.

Glasses dropped his head a little before looking back at him, "I know Ni. I didn't tell anyone, I don't know what happened. It was Ryder and I alone. He was with me the whole day so it couldn't have been him. It was careless to not be on high alert, but I won't let it happen again." He said confidently. Ni..Niall I'm assuming. The fucker that sold bags outside my god damn club.

Oh this is just sad to watch. The Irish man shook his head before letting it go. "Next time, you won't get off so easily, Colt. You need to step the fuck up if you wanna stay alive." Niall spit.

"Well that was... kind of him. Dumb choice, but I guess beggars can't be choosers." Georgia muttered, making Lydia and myself snicker.

It wasn't even 5 more minutes of listening to them that another Angel walked through the door and headed straight for the couch they were occupying. He leaned down to Niall before standing back up straight and folded his hands in front of him while looking out over the ledge. "Uh Mills." Rhett stuttered into my ear.

"Hold on, Rhett, someone else walked over." I lowered my eyelids to see if I could make out the man's face from the side angle. He looks so familiar but I can't place him. Rhett yet again said my name, but I wasn't paying attention. Lydia asked what was up and all I heard was the three letter name coming out of his mouth that would slowly be the death of me.

"Fuuuuck me this is terrible timing." Georgia mumbled. Lydia snapped her head up to the door with wide eyes, speed walking before he could see me. I moved to sit behind G so he couldn't see my face, but that only got me so far because my fucking shin tattoo was on full display.

"Hey" Cam drawled out, of course he is fucking drunk. "If it isn't my favorite secret." He shouted over Lydia's shoulder. She forcefully pushed him back but that didn't stop him from stepping forward again.

"This isn't a good time, you dense fuck. Walk back downstairs before I have you escorted out." Lydia said harshly to him. He did nothing but roll his eyes and push passed her. He stumbled his way up to us and sat next to me before grabbing me by the shoulders and pulling me to him. I am seriously one more incident away from killing this motherfucker.

"Baby, what are you doing all alone up here?" He said in my ear, his breath wafting into my face. Ugh gross. Who the fuck mixes beer and peppermint schnapps. He hummed beside me before moving my hair aside to see my face.

"I am not alone Cam, I am here with G. Now you have exactly two seconds to remove your hands from me and go downstairs before I chop your fucking dick off. And take you comrades with you." I snapped. He looked shocked, but backed up slightly. He reached into his pockets before removing his goddamn badge and this motherfucker WAVES it around.

"You wouldn't want to get arrested for threatening the city's Sheriff would you?" He raised his voice slightly before waving the metal badge in my face one more time.

"You think I give a shit what your position is? I will, and please believe me when I say this, cut your fingers off one by one if you don't lower that badge right now." I snapped, He glared and went to open his mouth before I stopped him, swiftly pulling out my butterfly knife. "Oh I wasn't done. When I'm done with your fingers, I'll cut your dick off and send it to your wife's place of employment and tell her what we did in the back of your squad car. And so she is sure to believe me, I'll hack the station and pull your deleted footage from that night. Leave. Now." I once again snapped, any patience I thought I had is gone. I do not have time for this dude.

I may have caused a scene with that last statement, because after I was finished I heard the groans of the rest of the men on this rooftop. Glasses, who I now know as Colt, was the first to hiss. "Woman are fucking crazy dude." He said.

Cam shook his head before standing up. "If you do, I'll arrest you right now for bribing an officer to get out of trouble for selling bricks in public." He wasn't quiet at all, and that was apparent when Grunge and Niall had stood up and swiftly pulled out guns. Fuck me.

"I am sorry to interrupt, but selling what?" Niall yelled.

"Nobody fucking move!" Grunge yelled to the lot of us. He aimed his gun at us in the corner. The man who came up to Niall previously had turned around and smirked before mumbling something to Niall. Niall shot his eyes over to me and growled to himself before hopping the couch and sauntering our way.

"You own a club here angel?" He smirked. Cam is as good as dead after this.

"Who said that? Your little hench man in the corner?" I snapped. GOOD. AS. DEAD.

"Shut the fuck up Mills!" I heard Rhett screeched in my ear. I stood up swiftly pulling G with me.

 "Well, Gentleman," I addressed the men pointing guns at me, "Pussy," I addressed a drunk Cam who was staring widely at the guns pointed in our direction, "This.. has been great fun, but we really should be going, toodles." We walked around them before Colt and Grunge had jumped the couch, pointing their guns our way too.

"You have to Jump the roof, you have no way out. There are about 5 guys coming up the stairs." Rhett spoke fast.

"Fuckin aye dude." G whispered to me. We looked at each other before nodding and swiftly bolted to the back of the roof while hearing shouts to shoot behind us.

"You fucking idiots shoot!" Niall yelled while firing his gun. The bullet missed me by a centimeter. G and I quickly jumped on the two chairs before our chucks hit the balcony railing before we jumped.

G was laughing the whole time and this is where everything slowed down for me. I don't do heights, like at all. This definitely does not feel like my younger years of being thrown in the air. Oh my god everyone is so tiny down there. How would my life look if I wasn't born into this life? If I got the chance to fuck around like a normal kid? Fall in love with someone who loved me for me? Not for my money? I can feel the tears leaving my eyes before I even registered that I was opening my eyelids in the knick time to notice the ledge of the next building coming into our reach. I don't know what is so funny about free falling but she is in fact a fucking psychopath for enjoying this.

The edge of the building caught my left foot before throwing me to the ground with such force that the wind was knocked out of me. G had let go by this point but rolled right on top of me, before rolling us under the lipped ledge to dodge the bullets flying at us.

"I know that was a lot, but we are gonna have to get up to do it one more time, Mills." She shouted over the gun fire. She wiped my tears before nodding at me. "I know, but we gotta go before they follow us." She whispered. She grabbed my hand before sliding off me and pulled me up, but not before pulling my head down to run with her. She pulled her gun out of her waist band, pushed me behind her before whipping around and firing a bullet, effectively hitting Colt in the side of the neck. As Colt staggered backward, clutching his neck in pain, the sound of approaching sirens filled the air. With adrenaline pumping, she grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the edge of the building. "We have to move, now!" she shouted over the chaos. Without hesitation, we leaped off the ledge.

As we jumped through the night air, bullets whizzed past us, the sound of gunfire echoing off the surrounding buildings. With lightning reflexes, she twisted and turned, barely avoiding each projectile. The ground rushed up to meet us as we landed on the next rooftop, the impact jarring but adrenaline still coursing through our veins. "We're not out of the woods yet," she yelled, grabbing my hand and leading the way across the rooftop in a full sprint. With each leap  we moved closer to safety, the city skyline sprawled out around us like a labyrinth of possibilities.

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Request: On the way to dance practice, Jimin gets violently stopped by a hater. The members notice that he is gone but doesn't think much of it since he's always late (lol). Soon, they go drive around and look for him since they get worried and find him beat up. They help him heal physically and mentally <3

I knew requests like this would come after I posted my car accident story, but don't worry! I will gladly fulfill requests like this as well!

I actually had my real life friend help come up with the hater scene because I found it difficult to talk badly about our angel.

My psychological stories always end up with super long beginnings. Sorry^^,

Let's get to the story ~

Trigger warning: mental and physical abuse(obviously) please avoid in between the green lines if you aren't okay with violence

I couldn't fall asleep at all last night, I can't believe I'm this nervous when the award show isn't even until tomorrow.. I probably only got an hour of sleep..

Jimin sighs, yawning behind the face mask he adored to cover up most of his fsce. He told staff that he would walk to work today, thinking the fresh air would help wake him up, and he could stop by the nearby cafe to buy for drinks for him and his members.

Along with his face mask, he wore a black snap back that kept his face in the shadows, talking to the barista in a lower tone than his usual one. "I'd like 6 large iced Americanos and one hot chocolate, please, large for that one as well."

Despite all his efforts to keep his identity a secret, he felt like he was being watched. He looks around, trying to see who it is, jumping when he hears the barista speak again.

"That'll be 40.45, please."

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry." He bows, quickly swiping his card. I'm just being paranoid.. I gotta calm down. Jimin takes a deep breath, going to the side to wait, going on his phone to try to ignore the feeling.

Jimin successfully gets his order, carefully holding the bag to try not to spill his precious cargo. They've been practicing for several hours a day for the past two weeks in preparation for an upcoming concert, and he knew his gift would cheer everyone up.

He checks the time surprised to see that even with his stop, he'd get there with a little time to spare. I'm actually going to make it. Namjoonie-hyung can't tease me today.

His smile quickly dropped when he felt someone walking uncomfortably close behind him. He stepped to the side in case they were just in a hurry and wanted to pass him, but when he stepped, so did they.

Did they follow me from the cafe?

Jimin felt his heart accelerate at the thought, picking up the pace. When he started walking faster, so did the man. There's no doubt they're following me..

Jimin looked around to see if there was anyone to ask for help, but with it being this early on a weekday, there was no one. He takes out his phone to try to call for help, but as soon as he unlocks it, he only presses one number before the man grabs his wrist pressing hard on his veins.

Jimin drops his belongings, the coffee he was trying so hard not to spill covering the pavement. "Th..that hurts, please let me go.." Jimin's eyes widen with fear, his voice coming an octave higher as he tries to use his other hand to pry the man from his other wrist. "What do you want from me...?"

"What I want? What I want is for you to quit BTS. Jin and Taehyung would get more parts if you weren't in the picture. Jin's voice is much better than yours, but he's too kind to ask for more lines, and Taehyung's dancing is overlooked just because you had prior experience. He's just as good as you, but you still make him live in your shadow, and he does it with a smile because you're his so-called friend." The man speaks in a soft tone, so no one but Jimin hears him, dragging him into an even more secluded area, Jimin unable to break free from the larger man's grip.

"What's going on?" A passerby asks.

"Oh, nothing. We train under the same company and he decided to try to skip out of practice! I was told to get get him. We're running late so I'm sorry we must go." The man lied naturally, pulling Jimin faster.

"Wait, no! I don't - " Jimin tries to speak, but the man digs his nails into Jimins's wrist, his pleas for rescue turning into a yelp.

"Now.. where were we?" The man continued when he gets them out of the prying eyes. "Oh yes, your lines hogging and you stealing the center far too often, you greedy little sh*t."

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"Th..that isn't true! We make sure everyone gets what suits the song best, I don't decide what parts I get.. we agree as a team!" Jimin's words are meant with a punch directly to his eye.

"You're a fu*kin' liar! You could easily turn down a part, but you don't because you're a greedy bastard! You might have everyone else fooled with that goody goody act, but I see right through it!"

Jimin stumbles to the ground, covering his already swelling eye with his hand slowly rising to his feet."I'm not acting.. I'm just being mys-"

Jimin's voice gets cut off when his attacker kicks him in the chest, keeping his foot firmly on top of him, the vocalist letting out a breathy moan as he struggles to breathe with the weight on his chest.

"I said to stop lying, you little piece of filth." The man glares down at him. "You're holding everyone back. You're just a leech piggy backing off the others' career."

Tears streamed down Jimin's cheeks, trying to relieve the foot from his body, but think man was much larger than him, his efforts in vein. "Hyung.. please.. help me.." he tried to scream but fear made his vocal cords too tight, his voice coming our as a whimper.

The man bends down, grabbing Jimin by the jaw, pulling him to his feet. "You can't do anything on your own. Come on. Hit me." The man taunts him, turning his head to the side for Jimin to punch, but Jimin opts to try to escape instead.

"Don't you try to run. I'm not done with you!" The man grabs him by the hair. "You didn't agree to quit!"

"I..I won't.. we're sev..aghm..." Jimin's whimpers as the man pulls harder.

"Plenty of groups do fine with 4 members. You aren't needed. Quit fooling yourself. They don't actually need you." The man throws him back to the ground, stepping on Jimin's wrist to pin him down. "If you won't quit, I'll just ruin that pretty face of yours. Then those fans you gush about so much won't want you."

Please.. someone.. save me...

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"Where's Jiminie? It's already been fifteen minutes. He's never this late without calling first." Taehyung asks, finishing up his warm-up stretches quickly getting his phone to look for any messages.

"I don't know.. I'll call him. He probably stopped somewhere on the way. He told staff he would find his own way here." J-hope takes out his phone, waiting for an answer. "Huh? He didn't pick up.."

"What? That's not like him." Taehyung tried calling himself, frowning when he gets the same result. "I'm going to go see if he's nearby. Maybe his hands are too full to get his phone from his pocket."

"I'll go with you." Yoongi quickly offers, digging in his bag for a beanie and face mask. "Cover up Taehyungie, we don't want to draw too much attention."

"Okay Hyung." Taehyung gets his red baseball cap and his face mask, pulling his hood over it.

"Let me go too." Jungkook goes to get ready to go, but Namjoon stopped him.

"We don't know if he's missing or not. If they don't find him, then we'll all look okay? Let them handle it. They'll call if they need help."

Jungkook bites his tongue, wanting to argue, having too much respect for his leader to disobey him.

"Let's practice without them for now. Jungkookie, you wanted me to help you with the hook part in the new song anyway, right? I'll have the time to teach you one on one." J-hope distracts Jungkook while the two deagu boys leave the practice room.

"You don't really think he's just not answering because his hands are full do you?" Yoongi asks, trying to keep up with Taehyung's quick strides as he rushes out of the building.

"I just have a bad feeling, that's all.. let's walk towards his place.." Taehyung follows the path he knew Jimin would take, keeping his eyes open for the pink haired Busan boy.

Yoongi agrees, following beside him as they walk, freezing when he notices the toppled over paper bag from the coffee shop Jimin frequents after practice. "No.."

Taehyung follows the olders' gaze, but instead of the purple phone case. The one he just picked out with Jimin last week. Taehyung runs over, confirming his suspicions when he sees the lock screen. "Jimin-ah was here.."

"I'll call the others." Yoongi pulls Taehyung as he walks, dialing Jin's number.

"Did you find him?" Jin skips greetings.

"We found his phone.. someone had to have grabbed him.." Yoongi tries his best to speak clearly, but his heart thumps painfully in his chest with anxiety.

"I'll call the police. You get back to the studio." Jin motions for the others to come here.

"No, we're fine. We'll stay together. I need to look for him. I'm sorry, hyung." Yoongi hangs up before Jin can forbid it. He couldn't wait for the police. Since he's an adult, they could easily chalk it up as just him losing his phone and us being paranoid idols..

Yoongi went into the nearest shop, bowing to the woman at the counter. "Excuse me miss, but did you hear any commotion outside your shop?"

"I'm sorry, no. Is something wrong?" The shop keep answers, but Yoongi didn't have time to explain.

"I'm sorry I'm looking for someone I don't have time to explain." Yoongi pulls Taehyung along with him, asking anyone who gives him the time of day if they saw anything out of the ordinary.

"Please, sir.. did you see him..please just look this picture." Taehyung shows them a photo he took of him and Jimin yesterday, their face covered by the masks.

"The pink haired boy? Yeah, I saw him with another guy, probably his manager or security guard. You missed them about twenty minutes ago." The man tells them. "He should be back by now, don't worry."

"Which way did they go? What did that man look like?" Yoongi demands, coming out more harsh than he intended.

The man points towards the river. "They went that way. He was mostly covered and looked pretty average. A broad shouldered man with black hair and brown eyes."

"Thank you so much, sir." Taehyung bows before Yoongi pulls him. We need to find him.. I know Yoongi-hyung. I'm going as fast as I can.

Yoongi dragged Taehyung through the city, both of them stumbling over cracks in the sidewalk, quickly texting the others on the latest update. They had no idea where they were going. Their only thought was to find their missing member.

He was spotted with a man going towards the river. Heading there now. it's the only lead we got..

Yoongi texts quickly.

We'll meet you there. Let's meet at the bridge. I'll update the police.

Jin texts back.

Jimin was discarded underneath the bridge, unable to lift his head without pain. "Hyungie.." Jimin calls hoarsely to the open air, but his voice is drowned out by the sound of the wind and the river.

They probably won't bother looking for you

The man's voice rang in his ears, hot tears streaming down his cheeks. The cold breeze of the river chilled him to the bone, Jimin hardly making it out of the water, laying soaking wet on the shore.

"Jimin-ah!" Taehyung's voice comes out hoarsely as he screams. They've been looking nonstop for the past hour. The police were no help, saying they lost them on camera, so the only lead they had was the river.

"Jiminie-hyung!" Jungkook yells after him.

The boys split up into two separate groups, going in different directions. Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook were in a group together. One body guard went with both groups.

Namjoon was walking ahead of them at a brisk pace, freeezing in place when he sees the bright pink hair of Jimin in his current favorite oversized white sweater. "Taetae, Jungkookie.. I see him!"

Jimin could hear the voices of the others running towards him, feeling Namjoon pull him into his lap. "Hyungie..I'm..I'm cold.." Jimin could hardly see him, his eyes mostly swollen shut, but he could recognize the voices of his members anywhere.

"It's okay, it's okay. I got you. Let's try to get you warmed up some.. okay? " Namjoon takes off his jacket. "Jungkook, help me get his shirt off."

"They really hurt him." Jungkook felt his stomach drop when he saw all the bruises covering Jimin's face, his nose crusted over with dry blood, his lip swollen with a split down the left side. "We need to call an ambulance to be sure nothing is broken.."

Namjoon and Jungkook help Jimin get his shirt off, eyes widening when he sees the bruising continuing across Jimin's body. Anger flashed in Namjoon's eyes.

How could anyone do this to him? He's nothing but kind to everyone he meets..

Namjoon helps lead Jimin's arms into the jacket, Jimin inhaling sharply when his fingers bend.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just want to try to get you into something dry.." Namjoon gently takes Jimin's wrists, only now noticing his swollen fingers. Shit.. i gotta keep focused... I can't let my emotions cloud my judgment."He has at least a few broken fingers.."

"Help is on the way." The security guard, Jeong, called an ambulance while the members were busy with Jimin, taking off his jacket and throwing over Namjoon's shoulders.

"Jiminie..." Taehyung dries his tears with the back of his thumbs, voice coming out as a sob. He had never seen Jimin in such a rough state, the most he's ever seen was a wrapped up leg from dancing too hard

"D..don't cry

"Deep breaths, Taehyung.. we found him, and he's alive.. that's all that matters. You too Jungkook.." Namjoon tries to calm the younger boys, despite his emotions running high.

"You came.." Jimin croaked, his eyes watering again, shivering violently as he clings to his leader.

"What? Of course we came. We came looking the moment you didn't answer your phone. Why would you think that?" Namjoon rubs his hands across Jimin's arms. "Oh.. the others! Jungkook call seokjinnie-hyung."

"I meant. You found me.." Jimin quickly changes his words when he hears the pain in his leader's voice clearly hurt by his words. "Sorry..."

"Huh? Oh.. yeah.. right." Jungkook was still in shock on Jimin's condition. Following hyung's request, Jungkook looked away from Jimin, feeling sick to his stomach.

Could this have been any of the others? Namjoonie hyung rides his bike to work a lot of the time..

"Hy..Hyungie, we found..but but.. they really hurt him. We called for..for.." Jungkook spoke quickly, stammering out the words, his mind reeling with dark thoughts.

"Jungkook-ah breathe. I can't understand you. Did you find him?" Jin gently orders him.

Jungkook passes the phone to Taehyung, unable to calm his nerves, who takes it, wrapping his body around the Mankae.

"We find him, but it..it looks like he got jumped.." Taehyung did better to keep his voice under control, but Jungkook could feel his heart beating wildly against his back, clearly having the same thoughts.

"What? How bad is he?" Jin asks, voice filled with worry.

"He..he..ah..b..broke so..some fi..fingers.." Taehyung struggled to explain it to Jin, a hard lump forming his throat, when he tries to speak, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

"Hey..hey, it's okay, you don't have to talk about it okay? I'll just see for myself. Don't cry Vuu.." Jin speaks in a soothing tone, hearing Taehyung holding back a sob. "It's okay to be scared.."

Jungkook places his hands on top of Taehyung’s squeezing him. "You're gonna make me cry Hyung.."

"I'm sorry, Koo.." Taehyung takes a deep breath, burying his face in the youngers shoulder. The boys hear the ambulance in the distance.

There's no doubt they love me, but is it really okay for me to be one of the leads in both the dance line and the vocal line when Jin and Taehyung are more talented than I am..

Jimin felt guilt eat away at him, the words of his attacker ringing in his head.

"It's okay Jiminie, help is coming.." Namjoon wipes Jimin's tears, unaware of the mental trauma that was plaguing the pink haired vocalist.

"The police are here.." Jeong says entering the room. "They want to talk to Jimin-sii about what happened..'"

Jin looks at the sleeping vocalist, clenching his jaw. He didn't want to wake him, and the police offered little help, not even lending them a search party to find the missing boy. "Give us a minute."

Jeong nods, relaying the message.

"He needs to talk to them so they can help track him down.." Namjoon gently wakes Jimin. "Jimin-ah, you need to talk to the police for us okay?"

Jimin blinks sleepily, the pain medicine leaving him groggy. "Hm..?"

"Do you think you could tell the police what happened, Minnie?" J-hope asks gently.

Jimin felt his skin crawl with anxiety at the thought of explaining it in front of the other members. They're already upset enough..

"I'll tell them on my own..please?" Jimin asks softly.

"Whatever you want, Jiminie. We'll go outside for a bit, here..take my phone and call me when you finished.." Yoongi gives him his phone, cracked from hitting the pavement. "It still works, just be careful.."

"Alright.. Thanks Hyungie.." Jimin puts it on the side of the bed watching the others leave the room and two officers come in.

"Hello, I'm officer Kim and this is my partner officer Lee." He bows slightly, the other officer doing the same."

"Hello.." Jimin greets them, doing his best to bow respectfully, wincing at his sore rib cage.

"How are you feeling, Park?" Officer Kim asks, looking at Jimin sympathetically.

"Are you able to explain what happened?" Officer Lee joined in the conversation.

"I hurt all over, but I'll be okay.." jimin replies, wishing they would just her to the point and skip formalities.

"Could you explain to me what happened then?" Officer Kim asks, getting out a notepad to write with.

"I went to the Cafe to get drinks on my way to the hybd building where I work, but while I was in there, I felt like I was being watched. I thought nothing of it at first, just a fan too shy to approach me, but I was wrong..." Jimin's eyes grow wide in fear as the memory of the larger man looming over him as he leaves the Cafe, grabbing him roughly. His breath picked up his throat, coughing as his throat tightened as tears threatening to form.

"Park-sii, Park-sii it's okay.." Officer Lee touched his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "Take your time.."

"Ah...I'm..I'm sorry.. I just need a minute..th..thank you.." Jimin stammers out the words, Officer Lee giving him a tissue trying to clean up his tearstained face.

"It's okay. You had a traumatic experience. Take your time." Officer Kim gave Jimin a kind smile.

Jimin takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself to continue the story, telling the officers about how he lied saying they knew each other, how he took him away from the others and threatened him to leave his group and beat him for refusing. Jimin was in tears as he spoke, using the tissue to dab under his nose that dripped with snot.

"He..he..just..hated me..that I was..was rui..ruining the band.." jimin finishes his story, wincing when he rubs his sore nose. He couldn't go into detail about what the man said, leaving that part vague, but the officers didn't press him to delve further.

"We'll find him." Officer Lee promises, but Jimin doubts his words. His face was covered and disappeared from sight on the cameras after dumping him.

"Thank you for talking with us. I hope you recover quickly." Officer Kim leaves with his partner.

Jimin sat in silence in the hospital bed staring up at the ceiling, trying to calm his nerves before calling Yoongi. "Hyung.. come back please?"

"Of course. I'll be right up." Yoongi could tell Jimin was crying by his congested tone. "Stay on the phone, okay? I want to tell you about my visit home." Yoongi wanted to get his mind off the situation.

"Oh right.. you visited home to visit for a birthday.." Jimin couldn't remember if it was his mother's or his brother's birthday he went to celebrate, those little details slipping his mind. He was usually better at these sorts of things.

"Yeah, I did.. and My mom taught Holly a new trick. You know how I tried to teach him how to roll over but he wouldn't completely roll?" Yoongi pauses for Jimin to respond.

"Oh right, he'd go on his back or flop to his side but he wouldn't fully roll." Jimin felt a soft smile creep up across his lips to hear Namjoon gush about his precious pet.

Yoongi enters the room with Taehyung and Jungkook following behind.

"Where's Hobi-hyung and Namjoonie hyung?" Jimin asks when he notices the two missing.

"They're in a company meeting deciding on what we're gonna do about our schedule. I stayed behind to watch these two." Yoongi motions towards Taehyung and Jungkook.

"I'm a grown man now Hyung, I don't need a babysitter." Jungkook argues. "He just wanted to stay with you too because he's worried."

Yoongi hides his face to hide his blushing cheeks, feeling embarrassed. "Everyone's worried.." I'm more worried on your mental state after this.. you've been crying again..

"How are you feeling, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks, saving Yoongi from his embarrassment.

"I'll be okay.. I'm actually set to go home later today. There's not much the hospital can do for me here.." Jimin tells him. I'm glad I don't have to stay overnight. I don't want to sleep in an unfamiliar place.. i don't even want to sleep alone tonight..

"Are you sure it's not too early?" Jungkook asks with concern in his big doe eyes.

"Yeah, all they can do is give me medicine for the pain, and I can take that at home. Someone else needs this bed more than I do." Jimin fakes a smile. "Don't worry. I'll be fine with some rest."

All three boys could tell Jimin's smile wasn't genuine, but nobody said a word about it to Jimin, just silently agreed to keep a close eye on him.

"Steady, steady.." Jungkook slowly moves with Taehyung to put Jimin in his bed.

"I'm being steady." Taehyung huffs, getting Jimin laying down on the bed. "We need pillows to prop his ankle now!"

"I don't have any extra pillows. You and Jinnie-hyung have the most.." Jungkook points out.

"It's only a little sprained, I'll be okay." Jimin tries to get them to stop fretting over him.

"Nonsense. You can use some of mine." Taehyung rushes to his room, bringing all his pillows.

"Taehyungie what will you sleep with if you bring all your pillows in here?" Jimin gives a small chuckle seeing Taehyung dropping the pillows, wincing from his sore ribcage. "Ah.. that hurts.."

"Sorry Jiminah.." Taehyung uses two pillows to get Jimin's ankle elevated, then another one underneath Jimin's head. "Does that help? You can hold this pillow to your chest." He puts it in Jimins

"It's okay.. don't worry about it. That actually feels better. Thank you, Tae.." Jimin yawns with squeak at the end. "Mn.."

"You should try to get some rest, Jiminie-hyung. It'll help you heal faster." Jungkook frowns when he sees Jimin's eyes close tightly in pain.

"Jungkookie, remember Jin is making dinner. He can't sleep just yet.. he hasn't eaten.." Taehyung reminds him.

Jimin's stomach churned at the idea of food, wrapping his arm around it.. He could only manage to eat a few bites of food at the hospital before he felt sick to his stomach, telling the others he just didn't like it. I can't use that excuse again..

"What's wrong, Jiminie?" Taehyung asks, eyes round with concern. "Are you that hungry? I could ask seokjinnie-hyung to get you a snack."

"No,I'm okay.. just some pain from the brusing.." Jimin felt the twinge of guilt worsen his pain. He hated hiding things from his members, but he didn't want them worrying more than they already were.

"My poor Minnie.. I'll get you a heat compress." Taehyung leaves the room, coming back with a few ice packs and the heat compress. "Here, one for your ankle so the swelling can go down, one for your eyes to help with the puffy and heat to help with your tummy."

Jungkook takes one of the ice packs from Taehyung, placing it on Jimin's swollen ankle. "I'll help too."

"Thanks, Koo." Taehyung smiles, putting the heat on Jimin's abdomen, watching him visibly relax.

Jungkook's stomach, growls making him blush in embarrassment.

"I think someone else needs a before dinner snack.." Taehyung giggles. "Go on, I'll stay with him. I bet you can get a snack out of hyung. You hardly had anything to eat either, just that bag of vending machine cookies, and you gave half of them away."

"You should go. I'm fine. Eat." Jimin tried to keep his voice steady. Everyone must've been too worried to eat because of me. I am just making things harder on everyone..

Jungkook leaves the room, Taehyung taking a seat on the bed next to Jimin, wearing a serious look on his face.

"Jimin, you aren't a burden, so stop thinking you are." Taehyung says, grabbing Jimin's good hand.

"Taetae.. I didn't say anything like that.." Jimin couldn't look Taehyung in the eyes, afraid that those large puppy dog eyes would see right through his mask.

"You don't have to.. that's the same look that Hyungie gives when he feels like he's not learning the routine quick enough or when he can't sing because he's sick. You don't need to pretend in front of me, Jiminie, and I don't want you to." Taehyung speaks slowly, gathering his thoughts together. "Scream, cry... do something. Just please stop giving everyone that fake smile.. it's hurting my heart.."

Jimin felt the tears swelling up again, burying his face in Taehyung's shoulder. "I wa..wa..waas so sc..sc..scared, Tae.. I cou..couldn't do any..anything..bu..but h..hi..his words hurt ev..even more.."

Taehyung strokes Jimin's hair. "It's all over now, Jiminie.. We won't let him touch you. We got extra security.." his mind burned with curiosity to know what this man said that upset his soulmate so much, but he didn't dare ask. Not when Jimin was already suffering enough. He didn't want to bring up those bad memories.

"T..T..Taehyun...m..ma..maybe you guy..guys sh..should pe..perfo..form withou..without me.." Jimin whispers.

"We might have to for a short while, until you recover more, but you'll be able to sit and perform once your bruises on your ribs and..."

"N..no..not..not ju..just f..for a..a lit..little wh..while..I mea..mean..y..you can b..be a..a..lead..w..with j..Jungk..kookie ins..stead of..me.." Jimin mumbles into Taehyung’s shoulder, the man's words ringing in his head again.

"What? No. No. No, Jiminie. It's seven or nothing. Don't let him mess with your head. You're so important.. we wouldn't be BTS without you.." Taehyung forces Jimin to look up at him, tears already streaming. "Don't say that..okay...?"

"Taehyungie.." Jimin wipes the tears from Taehyung's cheek. "I..I'm sorry.. Don't cry.."

Jimin felt awful, his heart tightening. How could he tell Taehyung that? Taehyung was the one who stuck up for him as rookies, saying he wanted me to debut with him..

"Everyone will say the same.. You're a part of our team. You'll always be wanted, okay?" Taehyung hugs Jimin lightly.

"Dinner is fini- What happened?" Jin rushes to the bed when he saw the two puffy eyed 95liners.

"I was just..telling Taehyungie about what happened to get it off my chest.." Jimin wipes his eyes, hoping he wouldn't see through his lie.

"Jiminie is also worried about all the time he has to take off to recover.. he's feeling guilty." Taehyung hides the part about Jimin thinking about quitting.

"Jiminie, don't you worry about that. We'll work around it. You need to just focus on healing." Jin places a tray with Kimchi Jjigae in front of him. "Even if we need to carry you around everywhere we go."

"Okay.." Jimin tries to pick up the chopsticks, but his three tapped fingers made it impossible to pick anything up.

"Here, let Hyung do it." Jin takes the chopsticks from him, holding a bite out to Jimin.

You'd have more parts if it weren't for me though.. your high notes are much better than mine..

Jimin felt sick with guilt as he forced himself to take the bite, knowing if he didn't eat, he'd only worry everyone.

"Are you okay, Jiminie? You look pale.." Jin reaches to touch Jimin's forehead, feeling him burning with fever. "Oh my baby, you're getting sick.."

"Sick...? No.. no, I can't be getting sick.." Jimin speaks softly. "I'm just dehydrated from crying so much." Jimin opens his mouth for another bite.

"If you think you can...alright.." Jin feeds the injured vocalist as Taehyung rushes to get water. Jimin eats about half of it before he feels uncomfortably full, Jin cutting him off. "Don't force yourself baby, I don't want you getting sick."

"Here, wash it down with some water." Taehyung opens the bottle, tipping it by Jimin's lips, him taking eager swallows. "Not too fast, Jiminie.."

"Did you eat?" J-hopes voice came from the doorway with Jungkook and Namjoon right behind him, clearly wondering the same thing.

"Yeah, I ate a little.. I'm just really tired, so I'm not that hungry.." Jimin knew that wasn't the only reason, but it wasn't a full lie.

"Then let's go so you can sleep." Jin kisses Jimin on the forehead. "Rest up kiddo." He rounds up the worried members.

"But I want to stay with him.." Taehyung argues. "Please Hyung? I'll leave when I'm tired.. I promise."

Jin looks at Jimin, whose eyes set on Taehyung with relief across his face. He probably wants someone to stay with him until he falls asleep..

"Alright, alright. You'll leave as soon as you're tired, but you need to sleep at a reasonable time for practice tomorrow."

Taehyung pouts. "What? We're going back to work already?"

"I know it sucks Tete, but we can't push back the award show like if it was one of our concerts. Staff will stay here with Jimin tomorrow. Two people have already volunteered." Namjoon gives him a sympathic look, wishing he could just call off work for a bit to stay with Jimin, but his request was denied.

"Okay.." Taehyung sighs. "I'll leave by midnight." He gets comfortable next to Jimin, pressing his side against Jimin. "I'll at least keep you company for now, Minnie. You try to rest, okay?"

Jimin nods, feeling comfort by Taehyung’s warmth exhaustion, hitting him hard.

"Goodnight, Jimin. I love you.." Taehyung whispers, stroking his hair until his breathing becomes slow.

"Lo..ve...you.." Jimin murmurs out slowly, already in a deep sleep.

(Oo, this is getting really long. If you want a part two, I'll continue it)

[bonesandthebees]

We saw Tommy, Ranboo, Puffy, and Technoblade all going somewhere together.

Tommy must be scared fucking shitless right now. I would bet a lot of money that there was something else going on. Either the four of them were heading into a big important conversation, or they just had a big important conversation. While I expressed in my last ask that I think Phil cares for Wilbur, on some level, it’s not out of the question that Phil’s still doing manipulative stuff.

So I think that Techno and Phil have both noticed the brothers acting strangely, and they’re both addressing it with their respective narrative partner. Phil does so with much more tact. Before the revelation with Ranboo, Phil’s scene with Wilbur would’ve come off as really sweet. It’s only the context that makes it so problematic.

Now this is obviously all speculation. But I think Technoblade was trying to have some sort of conversation with Tommy. Maybe he was asking Tommy if something was wrong/something changed. Maybe he was trying to help Tommy with Wilbur. I’m wondering why Ranboo and Puffy would be there. Techno would probably pull Ranboo in for emotional support – either that, or he told Ranboo his plans to talk to Tommy, and Ranboo convinced him to let him in on the talk. Puffy though? I don’t know, maybe it’s similar to Jack? Is she being Tommy’s escort now? Or is it somebody else? I forget if you mentioned that

Regardless, I wouldn’t be surprised to see that come up again in tomorrow’s chapter.

In other news, I’m loving the feel and tone of this chapter. Time for me to nerd out about writing techniques. You really changed up the structure and pacing of this chapter and it works so well. I know some of that has to do with the chapter being split, and I think it unintentionally makes the chapter even better as it would’ve been as half of a whole. The shorter than average wordcount and impactful scenes really picks up the pace and signals that shit is happening.

This chapter was so unique in so many ways. It was the culmination of one of the major arcs of the fic (Wilbur’s trust issues), it changes up many relationship dynamics, it gives the reader hope while simultaneously cultivating a sinister fear that things are about to go down.

I’m a nerd. I’m a huge nerd. This fic makes me want to start doing video essays. When Stars ends, prepare for the essay. Because once it’s all over, I need to talk about structure and pacing and character development. Those three things are very intertwined, and nailing them all makes for a truly amazing story. You’re nailing them all. I know that I give a lot of compliments but I just have to because damn.

Stars is lowkey my hyperfixation right now. Maybe highkey

-🔥

hmm a big important conversation could've happened... or maybe tommy is just spending time with the people he's supposed to be closest with in the palace. we don't know. but either way, phil and techno have both noticed something is going on with the brothers, i'll confirm that. also, puffy is tommy's escort now. I believe I mentioned that back when jack told wilbur that he was just his escort now? maybe I forgot, if so that's on me. but puffy was only there because she's tommy's guard now like how jack is for wilbur.

aaaa I love when you guys point out details about the writing techniques I use!! yes I changed up the structure of this chapter a bit. I wanted it to feel kind of movie-esque while also keeping a layer of mystery for the readers. you find out about the plan as wilbur goes to the different people involved. you don't know what he's doing until he's asking jack or asking quackity for their help.

I do wanna say though, even split, this chapter was over 9k words. it was by no means a shorter than average chapter. I can see how it might've felt like that or you just assumed since I had to split it, but it wasn't shorter lol.

this chapter was so fun for me to write because it felt like so much was culminating all at once but it was also kind of an interlude chapter. just preparing everything for the escape. the calm before the storm.

aaaa I would be extremely excited if you wrote a whole essay about stars because I've put so much effort into it and I'm so so proud of how it's turning out. it makes me so happy to hear how much you guys enjoy it so thank you so much flame anon. pacing and plot structure and character development are definitely the elements I focus on most when writing a story, so tysm for telling me I'm nailing it

[starfishhua]

整理

看了過去與他交往前的notes,在我們正式在一起以前我就開始這麼用心的珍惜及經營我們的關係,我真的沒有後悔任何一刻與你在一起的時光,因為每個當下我都很認真的與你相處認識你珍惜你

4/12/17

Chatting deeply this time. Talk about serious in person or text. He said he is trying hard to be less serious and more smiles. He said he will smile for me :) He said he does not trust people easily in order not to get hurt or upset. I told him that I was a little angry that he did not make sure time with me last time and he will make up for me😆

4/13/17

We went to paint nite. I was really expecting this but I felt upset because I did not understand the jokes in the paint nite which made me feel there is a gap between he and I. I tried to talk with him more but no becaue of language barrier... In addition, my Eiffel Tower looked like rocket...😞 I also felt bad that I refused to his suggestion that we trade the paintings of each other's.

4/14-15/17

He invited me to John Legend's concert on 5/27. He also created a song lists for me.

4/16/17

I told him that I had a blue Monday and he sang a song for me. I did not expect that he would sing "你好不好". It was very touchy and I felt happy with his romantic voice. He said he will sing for me all the time!! We chatted deeply again. He asked me about my deepest fear. He does not get angry easily but upset. We told about my feeling in paint nite and he used the study of bilingual people will change personality in different language which really explains the things I feel these years.

4/17-21/17

On going chatting. We talk about go running, hiking, cooking, watching movies together... We set up the movie marathon. I sent him a first heart icon but in yellow 💛 on 4/20/17. Then I got ❣️ back again.

4/1/17

He had not texted me for a while... I was still wondering if we will have a dinner the other day. Then I texted him but not got his message for a while. I felt bad that I think at least you have to tell me not meeting tomorrow. Hence, when he replied to me, I just told him that I would not go because of sickness. Happy Fool Day! It was his first time calling me dear in the message. I did not feel too much because I was a little bit not happy about not telling me the plan tomorrow. He was having a big birthday day party so was so busy with hosting that day...

4/2/17

We went to Chinese restaurant. I prepared a cake for him and he was happy that that was his first birthday cake, lol. I started feeling good with him. I asked him to sing to me many times so he eventually sang one in the parking lot which is little happiness 小幸運. He was cute that he sang into it and was luder and louder. He still cared about if others noticing him. We had a American friendship hug from the front (first time). It was cute that he opened both of his arms to ask for hug, lol. I always felt bervous when we finished meeting. Not sure what to do, lol. I actually noticed that he changed his profile picture on his facebook to the picture I took for him. :)

4/3/17

He invited me for bay to breaker. He even said he could run with me for terrain(5/20/17) and bay to breaker(5/21/17). I kinda like he is trying hard to join my life. I also told him that we can jem together once I practice my piano hard.

4/5/17

I showed him that I did eggs dyeing with my students. He showed me that he bought goldfish and the tank. He invited me to paint nite. I was so happy about that because I am looking for someone to accompany with me for that. I like he used "us" when he said he would do one for us.

4/6-11/17

On going chatting. He went to Tahoe and improved of his skill on snowboarding. He booked one paint nite for us. He was providing very professional suggestions of my allergies, rash on my face. He called me a dear again and told me that it means sweet person or important person. I was saying thank you for thinking that I am a sweet person. Although I hope he thinks I am an important person, I think girls might need to bit a little passive, lol. When I was boarding and heading to San Jose. I called him a dear too. I said he is a dear too and not just a sweet person though 🙃. When I arrived, he sent thank you and ❣️to me. It is the first heart icon I got from him.

4/21-23/17

Went to Seattle. He did not text me for whole day even I came back from Seattle 😭😭. Although he said that he had whole day meeting with friends, I still felt upset about that.

4/24/17

Let him know that I felt upset when he did not text back! Thank you, Hopkins, he texted me back frequently and said he will fight my ghost and let me now worry about it. He shared his blog with me. He said he is seldom truely happy! I want to make hime happy!!!

4/25/17

His definition of true love: a little bit of sincerity a little bit of fate and a little bit of magic. Continuing chatting and set up our looong day! He recored the whole song of 你好不好 to me but I like previous one better. He felt his gf dumped him. Poor guy... I told him about angel rule, trust, people do not hurt others intentionally but because of love,,, He said I am awesome >///<

4/26-28/17

Continuing chatting... He asked about a trip in memorial holidays. We decided to go to Chicago.

4/29/17

We went out whole day, hiking, ramen, Logan, going away party for Geoffrey. And, we bought our Chicago tockets!!! He wiped my car windows and inside for me, gave me three specal towels. I leaned on him in the end of the movie and karaoke time. I like he placed his hand on my head and leaned back his head. He was a little jealous with Geoffrey and tried to reset his role and had great chatting with my friends. Thank you for using Mandarin that much. It is touchy when he said that he learned Mandarin and slept late in order to chat with me💛. Like he put his hand on my shoulder when we walked back to the his car.

4/30/17

We said we are exclusive dating 💛❣️

Bf/gf: understanding others need. Being more as a single couple rather than 2 persons

5/1/17

I was struggling in first speech topic. He said he would drive down and support me! Make me know what topic I want- 幸福！Thank you for letting me rehearse my welfare and happines life! Sent him a music 幸福就是

5/2/17

Hopkins came to support my speech in toastmasters! When we had a dinner together, he said that he made a list for us to do in the following time. He said he will give me a tiny cake with a huge fork and a huge pink balloon with a tiny string which I can only pinch it!! I sang A-Lin p.s.我愛你 to him.💛 He gave me my glases that he fixed whole night and this morning for me❣️He is cute when I said I will find others to go with me to the club and then he decides to come with me then ;)

5/3-4/17

We talked deeply about relationship and exclusive boundaries. I felt a little upset because it made me feel like he wanted the relationship is based on marriage... I do not know I can think about marriage now... He is a very nice person who makes me think a lot about good things that ex treated me. Thanks god to give me another chance to catch this man and thanks ex to make me become a person Hopkins likes.

5/5/17

We walked around San Mateo (first time to be there). We hanged out in Draeger first. He put his hand on my shoulder first and then held my arm and then we held hands. I was very nervous but happy 😊. We walked around and then we went to Philz cafe. Mint coffee is good better than the ginger one he likes, lol. We sat together and planned out Chicago trip. Enjoy he hugged me and time we spent together. We chatted a lot in his car. He smelled my hair at first which made me nervous because it was smelly😞😞. Then I smelled his neck back... then oops, that was very close, I felt his face was very close to me. We turned a little bit to each other. His lip touched the corner of my mouth and then we kissed🙈🙈🙊🙊. We chatted about our ex. I thanked for them so we met each other in the right time so luckily!! We found out we started being interested in each other in 4th time we met- his birthday dinner. He felt I am a thoughtful person who brought him a cake. I like he sang to me. He said he really likes me and felt I am very attractive when I told him about others love. He thanked for me to wait him for being slow and I thanked for him to try to understand me even if language barriers! Like you although it seems like we are still in exclusive dating!! 💛❣️

5/7/17 we went running trianing in central park, Fremont. He tried hard to keep up my speed. We had lunch with Emily and Johnny. Thank you him for accompanying with my friends and getting along well with them. Poor baby got super allergic of pollens. We planed our Chicago trip at my place. Let my dear sleep to reduce allergies and we did 色色的事。First time kissing my top>///< 

5/12/17 san jose downtown with my dear... He made a pasta risotto for me but his co-worker mistook and had it 😭.  Wechatted a lot and talked about my life in usa and I almost cried. We did something 色色的in parking lot (touch her >///<)

5/13/17 I brought flowers to mama Poon because of coming up Mother's Day. It was my first time meeting Hopkins' parents. She is cute. He brought me to look around his past schools including elementary and middle schools. He said I am a delinquent, lol. He shared with me his past!! We went to buy coffee ate the store he used to study. We had our dinner and I really liked 蛤蜊義大利麵. We did 色色的when we came back... we both did first time os >///<. My first time overnight and he came out with me for buying my contacts.

5/18/2017 I made a lunch box to my dear. He made a soup to me. I was too uncomfortable so we went to the porridge. 

5/19-20/2017 We went to SF to pick up racing stuff. His first time in pier 39. We walked around and and had dinner at apple bee. I was very happy that I heard he gave poor people food and borrowed them money! He kidnapped me. It was funny and cute that his condoms were all expired and he even did not use one of them. He went out and had one. First sex and he did not …hmm, lol

5/21/2017 We went to bay to breaker. I was happy to run with him. But I hope I could get more private time with him... really like him.

5/26-29/2017 We had a trip in Chicago. We had an airport emergency, lol. I forgot to bring my ID before we headed to SF airport. We went to wrong airport because of my fault when we came back from Chicago. We shared our past. I told him about my fault and then he became scary analytical mode... Eventually he still said he would do all in and asked me to be his gf and gave me a necklace. 5/29 or memorial day is our anniversary. 

06/02-04/2017 cooking for dear's family. First time cooking together. Meet his sister and brother in law. BBQ trip in Monterey with friends and aquarium 

06/06/2017 slept with dear but we both needed to work the other day🙄. Super tired but sweet. Love my dear sang for me to wake me up色色的小海星

06/09/2017 我讓寶貝生氣很多沒禮貌的driver.寶貝一直抽氣

06/10/2017 我讓寶貝不高興因為無辜司機。寶貝被我逼到不只yell還一直打自己巴掌嗚��，其實那天看著你的紅眼睛我好想哭⋯⋯寶貝我好想保護你

寶貝的小鎖被打開了覺得我們更近了

我也哭了因為好無辜然後寶貝完全懂我的心以及委屈讓我大哭

[shxtodxroki]

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜

Summary: How will the boys of class 1-A react to their crush confessing their feelings for them?

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of food, Mentions of insecurities

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari

Word Count: 2.9k

♡ Izuku Midoriya ♡

- HE GETS SO RED OMG HE WILL LEGITIMATELY BE MORE FLUSTERED THAN YOU AND YOU’RE THE ONE CONFESSING HE'S SO CUTE ^^

- You had a feeling that it may overwhelm him if you decided to confess in a public setting, so you waited until after all of your classes for the day were over to confess.

-Besides, confessing in private made the whole ordeal much less embarrassing for you if Izuku were to reject you. He’s an incredibly kind person and the two of you are fairly close, so you know he’d never mock you or react rudely to your confession, so facing his rejection in front of only him seemed much less scary than facing it in front of all of your classmates.

- It took you about an hour to mentally prepare yourself to confess to your long-time crush before you managed to pull out your phone and text him asking if you could come over, a small part of you praying that he would say he was too busy so that you wouldn’t have to confess.

- Unfortunately for you, Izuu responded almost immediately with a short ”Of course, you’re always welcome to come over! :)” message. His kindness made your heart swell despite your fear, happy at least at the fact that he seemed excited to get to see you.

- You quickly made your way over to Izuku’s dorm, not wanting your nerves to get the best of you before you could confess. The universe was clearly trying to show you that it was time, and you had done your best to prepare yourself for any consequences you may receive as a result of this decision, so all that was left to do was get the confession over with.

- Izuku could clearly see that something was off from the moment you walked in, placing his hand gently on your back as he welcomed you in to his room and offering you a bottle of water which you gratefully accepted as you sat next to him on his bed (ensuring there was a decent amount of space between you two, lest your heart beat out of your chest in the middle of your confession) and told him you had something you needed to say to him. 

- He waited silently as you inhaled deeply, gazing anxiously at him and blurting out your confession before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

-The moment the words “I have feelings for you” left your mouth, however, it was as if his brain stopped registering the words coming out of your mouth and his face immediately bloomed into a bright crimson shade. 

- "Wait, really?”  He managed to spit out with a voice crack after a moment of shock, effectively cutting off your anxious rambling as you spoke. The two of you stared at one another with wide eyes, neither of you able to speak for a moment as Izuku’s mouth continued opening and closing as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

♡ Katsuki Bakugo ♡

- It took him a few moments to regain his composure, leaving you waiting anxiously for his reaction to your confession for longer than you would have liked, but once he got past how flustered he felt he ended up telling you he feels the same and tentatively reaching over to hold your hand in his as he asked if you’d be interested in going on a date with him once you finish your classes tomorrow (which of course you happily agree to, linking your fingers together as you stare at one another with shy, lovestruck eyes) :>

- Bakugo would 100% try to pretend that he wasn't flustered at your confession, but you manage to see through his facade even in your nervous state, prompting a lot of teasing until you manage to officially ask him out lol.

- Of course you see him as kind of a wild card when it comes to how he’ll react to your confession, meaning you don’t think it’s a good idea to confess to him in front of other people. You know better than most people how blunt Bakugo can be with his teasing, and you decide that it’ll be easier for you to deal with his potential rejection without an audience.

- You’re one of the few people Bakugo is comfortable around, so you’d like to think that even if he doesn’t feel the same way the two of you will still be able to maintain the friendship you’ve built up, but Bakugo is still so unpredictable to you that you’re not entirely sure, which is why you’d been holding off on confessing for so long. 

- You decided to head down to the kitchens that evening and confess to him while he was making dinner, since he usually cooked for all of your classmates on Fridays (despite the fact that he complained about feeding all of you “ungrateful losers” every single time without fail) and everyone else typically left him alone while he was cooking, so you’d have some privacy while confessing. 

- If anyone else had come down to bother him while he was cooking Bakugo would have sent them away with a harsh glare, but the moment he realized it was you hovering carefully over his shoulder as he cooked he felt his muscles relax slightly, turning around to mutter a “What are you doing here, idiot?” softly in your direction.

- Unfortunately for you, it seemed that now that you were face-to-face with the boy that you had been crushing on for ages now, your confession looming like a dark cloud over your mind, your words began to get clogged in your throat as your nerves flared up within you.

- Though you tried your best to articulate what you were trying to say to Bakugo, you were unable to get any words out of your mouth, simply standing there with your mouth open, eyes wide and panicked as the boy grew more confused by the second.

- “...Do you have something to say or what? Spit it out Y/n, I’m trying to fucking cook here.” Bakugo eventually broke the silence, though no malice was present in his tone despite his harsh words.

- His no-nonsense tone snapped you back into reality and forced you to shake off your nerves, taking a deep breath as you realized it was better to get this over with quickly than to draw it out.

- You watched Katsuki’s eyes widen as you confessed your feelings for him, a rare stunned look crossing his face as he attempted (and failed) to fight of the blush beginning to form on his cheeks at your confession

- “...Was that all you had to say?” He asks once you’ve finished your confession, causing you to finally glance at him and smirk at how visibly flustered he was. He was attempting to seem relaxed and calm, but his bright blush and the way his voice cracked on his next sentence clearly gave him away. “Well I like you too, dumbass. You should have said something sooner.”

- He spends the rest of that evening grumbling as you tease him over how adorable he looked while flustered, but the kiss he presses to your temple as he walks you to your room that evening tells you he truly isn’t annoyed at you in the slightest.

♡ Shoto Todoroki ♡

- As we all know, Shoto can struggle with understanding subtle cues when it comes to emotional issues, so it’s best to be as upfront and clear as possible when confessing to him (and once he realizes what you’re saying he will be stunned into silence, as he isn't quite sure how to react at first).

- You had taken an interest in Shoto from the very first day you saw him after arriving at UA, and your interest had only grown over time as the two of you had become closer.

- It didn’t take too long for you to become one of Shoto’s closest friends, the two of you truly connecting once he began letting his walls down and showing his classmates more of his true self. You quickly learned how much he genuinely enjoyed physical affection and how he was an amazing listener and how passionate he was about his hero training, and all of these qualities only made you fall harder for him.

- While you spent quite a bit of time deliberating on whether or not to confess, seeing as Shoto was well known as the “pretty boy” of class 1-A and you were sure he had been confessed to by others before, eventually you decided you needed to confess to him for the sake of your friendship.

- You were beginning to feel awkward around your friend, burdened by your attempts to keep your feelings under wraps, and you knew that confessing would resolve the tension you were feeling around Shoto one way or another. Whether the two of you would end up together or you’d finally be able to eork towards moving on from him and restoring your friendship, a confession was clearly needed in order for you to move past the awkwardness and anxiety looming over your mind whenever you were in Shoto's presence.

- You ended up inviting Shoto over to your dorm as the two of you were cleaning up after eating dinner altogether, having been assigned to do the dishes together for the evening. You told him you had something you needed to talk about quickly, unknowingly causing anxiety to begin bubbling within him as he trailed behind you on your way to your dorm.

- Insecurities and worries slowly flooded his mind as silence fell between the two of you, mind racing as you moved to shut the door to your dorm behind the two of you. ‘Did I upset them somehow? Are they hurt? Do they not want to be friends anymore?’

- What you said next halted all of these worries, however, stunning the boy into silence as you blurted out your long-withheld feelings. 

- “Listen Sho, I have feelings for you. As in, romantic feelings. And if you don’t feel the same I totally understand, but if you do, would you be interested in going on a date with me this weekend?”

- Your eyes were shut tight as you spoke, silence once again engulfing the space between the two of you as Shoto stared at you with his jaw open. You barely managed to peek your eyes open enough to look at the boy's reaction, his stunned face causing your heart to drop in disappointment.

- His silence seemed to all but confirm the idea that he didn’t feel the same, and you turned to hide your face and begin to apologize for making him uncomfortable just as Shoto reached out to wrap his hand around your wrist.

- “Wait! I’m sorry, I was just surprised.” He suddenly spoke, causing you to finally look up and make eye contact with him. A small smile spread across the boy’s face as he continued to speak, releasing his hold on your wrist in favor of tentatively linking your hands together as his other hand nervously scratched at the back of his neck. “But I’d love to go on a date with you, Y/n.”

♡ Eijiro Kirishima ♡

- I honestly feel like you’d plan out a whole confession just to accidentally blurt out a confession randomly while the two of you were together, which of course Kirishima would find absolutely adorable ergntnjtkyjh 

- He’s a very talkative, friendly person and it’s really easy to just let your guard down and relax around him, which is a huge part of why you initially began liking him, but now it’s put you in a slightly embarrassing situation.

- You had consulted Denki once you realized that you were sick of keeping your feelings hidden away, deciding that you just wanted to confess to your friend and face whatever he had to say in response, and though Denki provided little assistance in actually helping you plan a confession, it was nice to at least be able to tell someone else about your hidden feelings and run your confession plan through someone else before putting it into action

- You had everything planned out, you were going to wait until the weekend and then make Kiri a nice homemade lunch (you knew that would put him in a good mood) before eating together and confessing to him one-on-one.

- Denki agreed that it was a solid idea (as did Mina, who overheard your plan after Denki decided to speak obnoxiously loudly while discussing said confession plan with you during lunch one day) and you were planning on spending the rest of the week preparing yourself to finally confess to your crush.

- Unfortunately, it seemed that the world had other plans for your confession, which came to fruition in the middle of a lesson with All Might that week on Wednesday afternoon.

- You were each being asked to showcase three “special moves” you had come up with over the past week of training in front of your entire class, and when your turn came up you flew through all your special moves with ease. You had been practicing these moves practically non-stop throughout the week, and when you heard the enthusiastic cheers of your classmates in response to your demonstration you knew your hard work had paid off.

- Your proud smirk quickly flew off your place as your jaw dropped, however, once Kirishima moved to wrap his arms tightly around you from behind, cheering about how amazing you had done and asking how you had managed to perfect all three moves in such a short amount of time as your face began to heat up.

- “...Hello? Earth to Y/n?” He asked as he loosened his hold on you after a moment with no response from you, noticing the startled, flustered look plastered across your face. “You okay? Why do you look so… nervous and awkward all of a sudden?”

- You weren’t quite sure how to answer his question without clearly giving yourself and your hidden feelings away, and as you wracked your brain for an answer and attempted to force words out of your mouth your vocal chords betrayed you in the most embarrassing way possible.

- “I like being in your arms.” You spat out after a moment of silence, face immediately heating up tenfold as you tried to backtrack and explain your sudden, strange comment. “But not just your arms! I like everything about you, honestly I just like being around you, but that's pretty obvious considering I have a huge crush on you-” 

- You forced your mouth to snap shut as you realize what had just occurred, turning to bury your face in Kirishima’s chest in shame as you felt his chest shake as he chucked at your words. Several of your classmates were staring at you in awe at this point, shocked at what you had just blurted out seemingly out of nowhere.

- “I’m gonna guess that was unintentional,” Kirishima chuckled as he began running a hand through your hair, “but I’m glad you said all that, because I like you too.” He gently placed his finger beneath your chin as he spoke, lifting your face up to his and pressing a gentle kiss to your nose with a grin on his face as he finally had the chance to ask you out. “So, you wanna go on a date with me this Saturday?”

♡ Denki Kaminari ♡

- He will most likely embarrass you publicly with his reaction, I hate to break it to you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (But in all honesty he just gets really giddy after finding out you like him, so be prepared for a strong reaction from him lol)

- Honestly you know that even if he doesn’t feel the same way you do, he would never intentionally make fun of you or tease you about your feelings, which is what eventually gives you the courage to confess to your long-time crush.

- The two of you had been close for quite a long time, and while it may be difficult for you to get over your feelings if he doesn’t reciprocate him, you’re happy to have him in your life no matter what and are willing to accept it if he doesn't feel the same.

- Honestly Denki thought that you already knew about his feelings for you and just weren't romantically interested in him, seeing how he was incredibly flirty whenever the two of you were around one another and you never responded to his advances, but because he was a naturally flirty person you never thought much of his flirty comments.

- I feel like in an effort to not make your confession a huge deal you’d decide to ask him one day on your way to lunch, with enough people in the halls around you that it would feel like more of a casual conversation while still offering you some privacy.

- Denki really enjoyed making you flustered, though, and on that particular day it seemed like he was practically trying to force your confession out of you with how flirty and playful he was being. Constantly calling you gorgeous or beautiful, booping your nose, ruffling your hair, and just generally being extra affectionate, and you were completely shocked when you managed to make it all the way until lunch without blurting out a confession.

- The two of you were walking side-by-side, lunches in hand, as you made your way to the UA cafeteria, Denki going on and on about new modifications he was considering making to his costume as your mind drifted from the conversation, and you new it was finally time for you to confess, accidentally interrupting him in your haste to just get your confession over with. 

- Though he went to complain once he heard you start speaking, completely cutting through the sentence he had been in the middle of, the moment he heard “I have a crush on you” his mouth snapped shut as a wide grin made its way across his face.

- You were barely able to get your confession out before you felt the boy’s fingers begin attacking your sides, tickling you and causing giggles to erupt from your mouth as he teased you.

- “You’re so cute, Y/n, you know that? I was starting to think you didn’t like me and I had misread our relationship completely!” Denki chuckled happily as he ceased his tickle attack, shifting instead to wrap one arm around your waist and mumbling "I like you too, you dork. I've been trying to drop hints for ages now." as the two of you made your way into the cafeteria together, hand-in-hand.

A/N: Hi everyone! Since I was already writing these headcanons I figured I’d finish these before I start writing the requests I have so far, so I’ll work on getting out the version with the girls soon so that I can start writing all of your requests! I’m super excited, you guys have sent in such fun requests so far and I can’t wait to start writing them hehe! Also requests are still open as of now, so as long as you check out my request guidelines feel free to send your requests in! (Anon asks are now enabled, so you can send requests in anonymously if you'd like!) Thank you for reading this, and I’m excited to be writing on this blog! :D

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[darkcircles4lyfe]

At first I was wondering, why is Katsuki upset about the delay? Was he just that keyed up to fight? It is interesting to see everyone in various miss-match costumes/house clothes, like they’re caught between everyday life and hero mode by all this anxious waiting (aha?). Still, more time to prepare is an undeniably good thing.

So let’s suppose there’s another reason. Other people have pointed this out but I just kinda want to like, walk through the logic. We’re given a clear timeline here. It’s been two days since Izuku got back. They thought the fight would be tomorrow if no information as to the villains’ whereabouts was obtained before then. Realistically, Izuku was probably recuperating during most of this time. Not enough time for him to... do anything.

But a whole week? Now that he’s recovered, now that he can form plans? Who knows what he’s got cooking in that self-sacrificial head of his. Izuku could obtain the intel Star’s team have gathered, maybe scrounge together some gear, and assuming there are less security measures for getting out than in, escape alone. He has superficially blamed his failure to work alone on pushing All Might away, which shows he either does not understand or is choosing to ignore the extent of his flawed rationale, and yet the half-ass resolution seemed to put everyone at ease. No one would suspect a thing. Except, maybe, the person who knows Izuku best, the one who originally pointed out how he and All Might working together alone was actually a recipe for disaster.

Think about how the war arc was Katsuki’s first time seeing just how reckless Izuku was as a fully-fledged fighter in a real dangerous situation, that the fear it induced in Katsuki triggered a quirk awakening as he attempted to get Izuku out of harm’s way. Recall how he ran like his life depended on it to see Izuku in the hospital even though he himself was gravely wounded. Katsuki. Has. Separation. Anxiety. We’ve pretty much established this, I know I don’t need to remind you of these iconic events lol. But given that these are the situations in which the strongest emotional reactions have manifested in Katsuki as of late, it is the first and most likely reason for him reacting negatively to the news of there being a delay to the fight. If Katsuki is indeed looking at Izuku in that last panel, his expression is very reminiscent of both the time they were watching All Might’s last fight (a thinking face), and his conversation with All Might (a worried face).

We’re all getting that bkdks’ intuition, right? The time is nigh. I want this more than I’ve wanted pretty much anything in this manga, to see Izuku try to go rogue again only for Katsuki to be there waiting to stop him. I believe what Izuku needs most is for it to be made clear to him in no uncertain terms that Katsuki feels just as viscerally protective over Izuku’s life as Izuku feels over Katsuki’s, and there’s nothing Izuku can do to place himself above him as protector vs protected. They are bound, not in terms of heroic duty but by their personal connection. I have reason to suspect Izuku may even be suppressing memory of what happened to Katsuki in the war, given that he told him he didn’t remember him saying “stop trying to win this on your own.” He still hasn’t fully faced all that, despite everyone’s interventions. It’s difficult to say what might finally do the trick, but if you’ve read this post I made about 2nd’s quirk, you might have some idea what my guess is. Izuku is so stubborn, reaching an understanding between them may very well require a supernatural conduit.

[sukirichi]

Breakfast: ingredient 64 + sugar 5 for inumaki

Okay, but like- what about inumaki's first kiss? His mouth is a very sensitive area and his first kiss would be a very intimate act, so here's what happens: reader and him are mutually pining BUT all everyone else sees is the sexual tension between them.

Somehow itadori manages to lock them in a dark small space, where they share their first kiss, yet they don't speak about it and to each other for a long time. At some point itadori (i swear this kid is a matchmaker) points out how y/n and toge can't even glance at each other and inumaki breaks. Late at night he shows up at reader's dorm, pins her to the wall and kisses her like no tomorrow. After they eventually have a rough make out with toge's shirt coming off, they lay on her bed where reader tells him she really likes him and he grabs her chin to stop her rambling and she looses it when she sees so much love and lust swirling in his eyes (they maybe have a third make out round 👀) and in the end they come to the conclusion they love each other and that they should have acted sooner on it.

I don't know if make outs count as nsfw and i read that you can write only sfw for inumaki, so it's okay if you can't complete this request. Just let me know you if can't.

Also get prepared to be spoiled spammed with asks.

— 🍰 strawberry shortcake anon

delicate

the first kiss with inumaki toge is as delicate as he is.

meal order: ★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki

warnings: nothing really, just make out sessions and implications of smut, also UH soft dom inumaki toge, i guess? unedited as always

song i listened to while writing: I.F.L.Y. by Bazzi

note: 🍰 anon TYSM for this request, my heart was legit doki doki the whole time. this totally reminds me of why inumaki was my first crush and he’s the reason i came to watch jjk lol i love him so much <3 i hope this is what you’ve been looking for and that you like it! i had a lot of fun writing this one!

“Yuuji, don’t!” You tried to scramble against the strawberry haired boy’s grip, but he was far too strong, and it didn’t help that Nobara’s riled up self was helping him push you back inside the storage room. “Yuuji, Nobara, I’m your senpai, have some respect—” You don’t get to finish your words before you’re pushed inside, landing on the floor with a thud.

“Yuuji!” You banged your fists on the door once you’ve recovered, screaming at the top of your lungs. From outside the door, you heard the underclassmen giggle and run away, leaving you with your crush, Inumaki Toge, of all people.

Falling down into a squat, you wrapped your arms around yourself, refusing to look at him. You were only thankful that it was dark so Toge wouldn’t see how your pupils blew wide, your body responding at the soft scent of his perfume and laundry detergent. He’d been your crush for who knows how long now, and your first memory of meeting the cursed speech user burns at the back of your mind to remind you that it’s been years, and yet you’ve barely spoken to him.

Unlike the other students, your cursed technique wasn’t the most useful in combat. Your technique allowed you to nullify the abilities of others, but the downside of it was that it didn’t have much advantage against curses, so you had to rely on your physical strength to exorcise.

On the bright side, though…

“So,” Toge begins, shuffling away from the dusty wall and closer to you. Your heartbeat raced when his knees brushed against yours, thighs pressed against one another. “You’re a victim of them too.”

“Hmm, guess so.”

Neither of you speak for a while. Toge himself wasn’t much of a talker, and he barely batted an eye when Maki and Panda hauled his ass inside the storage room. He was so calm and placid that your mind was in mess – both because you were comfortable and happy in his presence, but at the same time, your palms were so sweaty and the room was so stuffed you could barely breathe. It didn’t help that Toge was humming too, reassured that he wasn’t going to hurt you with his powers.

“Uhm,” you started nervously, fiddling with your fingers. The silence stretched out thick and cordial that you couldn’t bear it anymore, and you turned to Toge with wide eyes, blinking back rapidly when he faced you as well, his deep purple eyes like a painting before you. “Do-do you know why we’re locked in here?”

Your palms grew wetter with each ticking second; Toge taking his time to answer.

Nobara had eavesdropped on you gushing to Megumi on how Toge looked so cute during breakfast this morning, and the girl immediately ran off to tell her best friend, Yuuji; the two of them sharing the same braincells.

Before you knew it, everyone split into two groups, your classmates dragging Toge away while Nobara and Yuuji manhandled you, hissing into your ear to man up and fess.

As if it was as easy as that! Inumaki Toge – albeit approachable and kind – was still the light of your life, the apple of your eye, and he barely acknowledged your presence the whole two years you’ve been with him. He was much closer with Maki and Panda while you got along more with the younger ones (although you wouldn’t hesitate to redact that statement after doing this to you), so the chances of you ever striking up a full conversation with him were low.

You only admired him from afar, sighing dreamily into your hands while he trained with Panda. Megumi seemed to be the only decent one, silent and bored as ever while you rambled on tirelessly on how much Toge looked so buff under his uniform yet had the face baby, stating over and over again he was born just to drive you crazy.

You should’ve known someone would find out one way or another, but heavens forbid, not him. The both of you were barely friends to begin with – you didn’t want to shatter whatever mutual respect you had for each other just because you crushed on him hard.

Mind running back and forth over the different ways Toge could reject you, because obviously someone had told him, or obviously he knew already – why else would he be locked here with you if your friends didn’t know something? It was getting hard to read his face from the darkness; the only thing you could make out were his long lashes and lips visible with his collar down.

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he avoided your gaze, and you swallowed audibly at the sound of his husky voice; unused to speaking this much. “But…but we’ve got nothing to worry about. Gojo-Sensei or Nanamin will come around soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded at his words, cursing inwardly that this was your perfect chance to confess or at least try and be friends with him, but your whole body was burning, feet frozen in your place that you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You watched from the corner of your eye as Toge rocked back and forth in his heels, cheeks puffed out, and your eyes zeroed in on the snake tattoo beside his lips.

Toge rarely ever let his collar down to muffle his voice, so seeing him expose his lips like this almost felt intimate. He looked so pretty, long lashes fluttering on top of those warmed cheeks and strong arms wrapped around his knees.

He was just an arm’s length away. This was the closest you’d ever gotten with him, and maybe it was because you’d kept your feelings a secret for so long that it suddenly burst through. Faster than you could take notice of yourself, your arm reached out to cup his cheeks, thumb swiping against the tattoos. “Pretty,” you murmured, Toge stiffening up under your touch.

His eyes skewed over to yours, wide and unreadable, but there was something there – something burning. He had to bite down his cheek as you caressed his face absentmindedly, and it wasn’t until his fingers came up to your wrist that you realized what you were doing.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, the warmth of his skin now searing because of your embarrassment. “Toge – I-I didn’t mean to – I’m so sorry! It’s just, your tattoos look so pretty and I’ve always—”

Your words are thrown right back into your mouth when Toge tugged you forward, sending the both of you toppling to the ground. Toge’s hands were delicate, just as delicate as your touch, when he cupped your face, his lips moving with yours. You were stunned for a moment before pleasure and fireworks exploding everywhere burst within you, prompting you to kiss him back in urgent fervor.

Toge’s lips tasted like candy, his sighs into your mouth melting your insides until you’re crumpling his shirt, eyes shut so tight in fear that maybe this would all disappear the moment you opened them.

Your hands travelled everywhere – from his shoulders, to his neck, his jaw – before it settled into his hair, the satisfaction of finally getting to run your hands through them has you weakening in his hold. Toge keeps his grip on your waist firm, almost possessive even, and he held you up both, sitting up while your arms wound around his neck.

A curse must’ve possessed you because you moaned into his mouth when he nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it inside his mouth so he could taste your cherry chapstick.

He wasn’t in a better state than yours. As the cursed speech user, his mouth was one of his most sensitive parts, and it took all energy it had in him to not kiss you senseless right then and there, your lips swiping over his mouth in such a mind-numbing sensation.

It felt like his body was on fire, the heat licking up from his toes to right where you were pressed on him. Your lips on his was scorching, the soft sighs and moans you gave him only adding to the fuel.

Toge groaned as your nails subconsciously pulled at his hair, making him grind you down into the V of his lips, pressing your chest firms against his until there was no more space. Through the darkness and nearly airless atmosphere of the room, Toge still managed to take your breath away, your lips moving in synch and you were falling, falling, falling.

He effortlessly held your weakening arms up before he pulled away, both your chests panting at the sudden heated kiss. His eyes trailed down from your lust-filled gaze to the bow of your lips, where the flesh was plump and abused.

Toge’s thumb swiped over your lips that had you frozen solid because he looked at you so gently, delicately, almost as if he didn’t want to hurt you. But he never could – you nullified everyone’s powers and allowed him freedom in your space. You’d let him come again and again, welcoming him with open arms if he wanted so, and in that moment, you believed he did.

Although why would he want you?

Fears and insecurities struck a chord in you and you scrambled away from his lap, leaving Toge all alone in the ground. You ducked your head down to ignore the confused and hurt expression on his face, turning back to the door instead. “I’m so sorry,” you rasped out in one breath, “I-I didn’t mean for that kiss to happen and I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Please just forget this ever happened and I really wish you and I aren’t awkward for this. Okay, good night. See you around.”

Pulling your phone out of your pocket after cursing yourself for not thinking of texting Megumi sooner, you speed dialed the younger boy, begging him to unlock the door.

Megumi came around a few minutes later. Toge had long settled behind you, silent but still catching his breath from your previous lip-locking. His presence unnerved you and you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, praying to whoever divines self that Toge would forget about this as well. The moment Megumi came around, you leaped out of the room, leaving two confused boys – with one of them unknowingly shattered.

The next few days were hell.

You and Toge hadn’t talked much at all before, but now, you both pretended as if the other didn’t existed. During class where there had to be pairings, you immediately sided with Maki and pushing Panda to Toge’s way, the latter frowning behind his collar every time you avoided his gaze.

You just couldn’t handle being anywhere near him after that kiss. You feared that your heart would combust and you’d further embarrass yourself in front of him, as if you weren’t embarrassing enough with how excited you were as you kissed him.

Gosh, what would Toge think of you now?

You bet he found you so weird, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he’d resorted to avoiding you as well. No more polite and cheery good mornings! in the hallway or asking what he had for lunch, no more random texting of memes at 3am because you both didn’t have friends outside the institute.

Pure silence from the other side.

It should’ve comforted you – you wanted to stay away from him, right? – but you only grew restless. Your focus dwindled with each passing day, finding yourself at the back of Toge’s head longingly when he wasn’t looking, then sighing as you chastised yourself from being stupid.

To be honest, that kiss only made your feelings multiply tenfold.

Now that you knew how warm and comfortable Toge was to the touch, how his lips tasted and how his hair felt under your touch – you crushed on him impossibly harder than before.

You reached a point where you tossed and turn around in bed, unable to fall asleep; completely unaware that just a few doors down, he was doing the same. It had you thinking back to that day all over again, wondering why did he kiss you? If he liked you, why did he never talk to you? He never even noticed you before and you were always the first one to strike conversation, but because the others were always around, chats were limited, one-worded, and awkward.

That cursed technique of yours was still useless, after all.

“Would you please stop moping around?” Megumi slammed his book down on the table next to you, and you jumped in your seat, clutching your pencil to your chest. “I’m tired of you eye-fucking Inumaki-senpai.”

“Wha – ? No, I wasn’t, what are you talking about?”

“You’ve both been acting weird,” observed Yuuji who stopped fighting with Nobara over who would win in an arm wrestling fight without special abilities: Gojo-Sensei or Nanami. Nobara nodded beside him, stealing Yuuji’s crisp chips before speaking. “You both can’t even glance at each other. All of us can feel that something’s wrong between you two.”

“They probably fucked in the storage room.”

“Nobara, keep your voice down!”

“Why should I?” she smirked, jabbing her thumb to an asleep Toge lounging on the field with Panda. “Your precious crush is asleep. He won’t know. But whatever, what did happen when we locked you both there?”

“You all humiliated me, that’s what happened!”

“What do you mean humiliated?” Megumi asked this time around, and you buried your face in your arms, glancing over at Toge again. He was slumbering peacefully, his body shaded from the sun under the tree, and your fingertips itched with the urge to hold him close again.

“He doesn’t like me,” you concluded with trembling lips, sending one last longing glance at Toge. “And I think I just absolutely ruined everything.”

No matter how much your underclassmen tried to cheer you up, your spirits were never lifted. You trudged back to your room that night, tired and drained from all the events that you just buried your nose in your textbook, studying about curses for next week’s exams.

The words began to blur and you sighed on your seat, glancing at your phone. It was nearing midnight and the dorms were oddly quiet, but you guessed everyone just had a long day.

Soon, you brushed your teeth and moved to retire for the night when three soft knocks came from your door. Your hand stilled on your blanket, brows furrowed at who could it be this time of the night. After fixing your hair to make yourself presentable, you swung the door open, ready to hit Yuuji if he came here to drag you down to the movie room and force you to watch horror movies again when you were harshly pushed, the stranger kicking the door back.

You gasped as warm lips came crashing down to yours, your hands pinned above your hand with just one arm.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it was Toge who’d placed a knee between your legs to prevent you from falling; your knees already turning to jelly before you even registered it was him. The familiar taste of something sweet like candy and cough syrup coated your senses and you moaned in his arms as his hands ran under your shirt, making the hairs on your body prickle up in anticipation.

Toge took advantage of your moan, his tongue slipping inside before it clashed with yours. It was too much – his overwhelming scent, his tongue tasting yours, his hands squeezing your breasts tenderly – you were on the verge of falling apart.

Fire burned all over your body, pure instinct dominating your conscious mind as you pushed him back, Toge falling down with you scrambling above him.

He grunted at your sloppy actions of trying to tug his shirt over his head, but he complied, reaching up at the same time you leant down for another wet, heated kiss. The kiss this time around was far less gentle and more urgent; your mutual pining for one another tipping over the edge until all hell broke loose.

You settled into his lap as if it were a throne and he encouraged you to take it, to claim him because he considered you the queen of his world.

“Toge, I,” you rambled after every peck, unable to form a complete sentence because you kept wanting to kiss him. It was nearly impossible to pull away now that he held you so close, making you feel like home and driving you absolutely insane. “I can’t do it anymore, mmhm, I want you so much – always have – I don’t want to avoid you and I just want to—”

He stopped your rambling by grabbing your chin forwards, his lips molding over yours again and dancing with it like two perfectly syncopated performers.

Toge’s curious hands ravished every crevice and dip of your curves as he sucked on your tongue, tasting it fervently like a traveler memorizing his path. You shuddered when Toge’s nimble fingers travelled down to cup your ass to lift you upwards, pushing you closer and deeper into his mouth.

None of you cared about anything anymore. You could barely focus on anything but letting your hands roam free down his chest, Toge rutting up to you when your cold hands brushed over his nipple.

Needing air to breathe, you pulled away first, panting as your forehead pressed against his. You stared at each other, lips swollen and wet from the hot make-out session. You were sure that your adoration for him was clearly evident in your eyes, that your feelings for him sparkled and radiated like the bright sunshine’s warmth he always made you feel.

But that wasn’t what drove you crazy.

It was the fact his expression mirrored yours; only his had lust swirling around his dark eyes, an unexplainable plethora of emotions flooding through them. You were breathing hard and so was he, his soft pants warming your lips that were still sore from his hungry ministrations.

Now was the time.

It didn’t matter that maybe he didn’t feel the same way for you; you liked him so much. Your feelings poured over the glass and your eyes glossed over with how your heart frantically chanted his name, wanting nothing and no one else but him.

“I love you,” you confessed, “I fucking love you.”

To your surprise, Toge chuckled, pulling you forward until his chest was flushed against yours. He captured your lips for one last kiss, delicate this time around as his hands cupped your jaw. You tilted your hide to the side to deepen the kiss, and you sighed while Toge rubbed soothing circles at the sides of your jaw then down to your neck.

“You better,” he mumbled through your lips, “Because I fucking love you too, and I don’t want to play this game of push and pull anymore.”

It was your first time to hear such dominance in his words, to witness such need and possessiveness shine back through his eyes, his lips travelling to the sides of your face. Submissively, you arched your back to him and allowed him access to your neck, head lolling to the side. Even as Toge slowly but surely left little love bites to mark you as his, he was gentle and delicate, soft yet hard, bitter but sweet like the longing you had for one another.

Even as he had you trapped under his arms, his heat nestled into the deeper, intimate parts of you that only welcomed no one else but him; your lover was absolutely delicate.

And you only fell for him harder than you already have.

[aminiatureworld]

Injury

Characters: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,657

Warnings: Blood, injury, slight violence, minor villain death 

 Premise: Sometimes the pain of others can hurt even more than one’s own. In which the reader is injured. 

Author’s Note: Week 3 of keeping up my writing schedule let’s go! This week is a bit angsty, my forte (I think?) As usual part one – with Albedo, Childe, and Diluc – will be posted tonight and part two – Kaeya, Xiao and Zhongli – tomorrow.

At first this was going to be both your injury and your recovery but then the first character hit over 1.5k words so I guess this is going to be a pseudo-series. I really don’t know the definition of concise lol.

In the first part of my last fic I realize I gendered a word. I’m super sorry about that, and I promise to fix it and tag properly next time. Childe gets to go into the stone forest cause I say he can. I’m not sure if waypoints are diegetic or nondiegetic. I decided to make them so. Also the first hospital in China was opened in the early 1800s, and I know hospitals aren’t very “fantasy” but Teyvat has good medical science in my book.

Albedo

Throughout his life the one thing that Albedo never truly understood was peoples’ obsession with modesty, even when it was false.

There was a lot that Albedo was proud of in regards to himself; his intellect for one, his curiosity, his abilities as an alchemist, the fact that he feared little in the world. Above all perhaps was the pride he held in carrying himself without falling into hysteria, his grip on his emotions was impeccable and whenever he was unfortunate enough to see others gripped with a heavy emotion he was always left with a sour feeling in his mouth – a disgust for someone who had so little sense they couldn’t even control themselves.

This was a pride that left him quickly enough upon seeing you injured.

It wasn’t meant to be a dangerous expedition. It’d merely been a check of the vast network of caves and tunnels that could be found in Dragonspine. A route affair, mundane even in how simple it supposedly was. There was nothing to be afraid of. Albedo had told you that back at home and you’d smiled in agreement. Yes, there was nothing to be worried of, a few hilichurls at most and a temperature that could be easily kept in check with the right preparation. You’d be there and back in less than a day, no problem.

Everything, however, had gone horribly wrong. The cave that you two intended to explore turned out to be a vast network, full of tight tunnels and half submerged under freezing water. You two had managed that well enough, although once Albedo had almost slipped and fallen into the underground river, the whole outlook of the expedition was looking drearier and drearier.

Eventually you’d reached what had seemed to be the heart of the cave, floor after floor of ice with a hole in the middle, all lit up by crystal and scarlet quartz. It was an impressive sight to be sure and you’d stood a little ways away from the edge, observing the way the light refracted off the ice coated walls, waiting for Albedo to be finished with his sampling, enjoying the awesome sight in front of you.

Albedo had just finished when you’d let out a yelp. Whirling around he saw what had captured your attention – a wild snowboar who’d managed to wander in. The two of you watched the very confused creature in awe, only staring as it stomped the ground and charged right into the wall.

That was a mistake.

All of the sudden the cavern started shaking violently. Cursing the boar for its terrible – or maybe impeccable – aim the two of you sprinted towards the exit. You’d managed to gain the lead, not bogged down by Albedo’s extensive equipment, and had turned around near the beginning of the tunnel in order to help him. Just as you were heading back one of the many icicles that lined the roof of the cave came undone, landing with a sickening thud right where your collarbone met your spine.

You’d dropped like a rock, and Albedo felt his stomach to turn water and his mind turn to static, as suddenly all logic seemed to leave him, instead replaced by dread so overpowering he seemed to lose track of his surroundings, chained to the ground by something greater than himself.

You groaned and time seemed to unfreeze itself, instead accelerating at a breakneck pace. Leaping into action Albedo immediately dropped all of his equipment, the sound of glass vials shattering muffled by the cases that held them and the panic that was gripping him. Hauling you over his back he ran through the tunnels, wincing every time you made a sound and biting his tongue every time he shimmied through a particularly tight spot and it seemed it might not let the two of you pass as you were.

He could feel the blood seeping through his gloves. Your blood. Only a few minutes ago he wasn’t even sure that icicles could make one bleed. Now he wished he’d never found out, wished that he’d never asked to explore the caves of Dragonspine, wished that you’d never agreed to it. How could he have been so foolish, so blind to the dangers that waited in vast caverns of ice and snow, where the slightest wrong movement could spell your death.

Albedo could’ve cried when he sighted the camp. Indeed he might’ve, realizing that there were frozen tears on his cheeks only after you’d been taking to the medical tent. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t noticed anything really in those terrifying moments between when you’d gotten hurt and when he’d made it to the camp. It all seemed not to exist in his mind, washed away by the emotions that had wracked his mind and body. Even now he couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the tide of emotions that was crashing into him like a wave, utterly helpless as he was thrown this way and that.

The pride that he’d clung to was in tatters, and Albedo looked upon it now in disgust. He’d been so innocent, so foolish, perhaps mercifully so. But all that was gone, and his certainty had gone with it. There was nothing left of him almost; nothing except fear and anger and worry, and Albedo wondered when he might ever feel sure of everything again.

It was cloudy when you were released, arm in a sling, brace around your shoulders. Albedo wasn’t sure how much time had passed, it had seemed like an eternity. The urge to run up to you and wrap you in the tightest hug imaginable was intense, but the sight of the brace held him back. Instead he brought you hand up to his face, kissing your palm before holding it against his cheek. You smiled at that, but there was fatigue in your eyes and you said nothing. Albedo couldn’t blame you. He moved to let go and turn towards the path, somehow feeling unworthy of holding your hand after being the cause of your predicament, but you quickly grasped his hand once more. He smiled a slightly shocked smile, but made no move to let go.

As you two walked back to Mondstadt Albedo felt himself once more flooded by negative thoughts. Lowering his gaze so he was looking at the ground he paused for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”

Albedo found his voice cracking, tears welling his eyes even as he chastised himself for how stupid he must’ve looked. You were safe, you were going to be alright, the head of the clinic had said so himself. Why then did he still feel like he might crumble any minute? Shaking his head he moved to cover his face with his hand.

“Hey.” There was still fatigue in your voice, but there was also an urgency in it. You squeezed the hand you were holding, moving so you were facing him. “Hey, is it okay if you look at me?”

Albedo moved his head up slowly. He was truly crying by now, having given up all efforts to do so otherwise. You smiled softly as his eyes met yours.

“I’m alright, okay? And you shouldn’t blame yourself for this. I doubt that even the drunkest man in Monstadt could’ve guessed a wild boar would wander in a cavern and start a cave in. You can’t control fate you know.”

“I know.” Albedo forced the words out, although more and more it seemed impossible, his throat was too constricted to be anything more than barely coherent. “Still. I should’ve known. And I should’ve kept it together. I, why am I crying? Why wasn’t I in control? Why, why am I still not in control?”

“Because you’re human Albedo.” You replied, shaking your head slightly. “You’re the most wonderful human alive, but you’re still human. You mustn’t beat yourself up for what you are. I’d rather you cry anyways. There’s nothing noble in hiding your emotions, they must come out one way or another. So please, please cry all you want, long and hard. And tomorrow you can start your penance, alright?”

“Penance?” Albedo mumbled, still crying. You nodded, smile still nothing but fondness and understanding.

“Well someone’s going to have to help me for the next two months. And I know you’re too much a gentleman to make me stumble along myself.”

“Of course.” Albedo’s answer came fast and sure. He paused then, realizing that, by distracting him with the weeks to come, you’d managed to give him a pocket of time to calm himself, to feel himself once more firmly planted on the ground. Love mixed with anger and sadness in his mind, and for a moment he could only marvel at you.

Albedo leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. He’d do whatever he could to help you, this he promised himself. And this too he promised himself; you’d never ever be hurt on his watch again.

Childe

If there was anything that Childe hated it was a lack of control. The feeling of everything slipping through his fingers was something he’d felt often as a child, and that feeling had haunted him. When he’d signed up as a member of the Fatui he’d promised himself that he’d never feel that way again. He’d protect those he loved and he’d keep his life from falling apart. It was a promise he was determined to keep, no matter what.

You two had decided to go hiking. Or rather it was less of a hike and more of a rock climb. Childe had long bragged that the Huaguang Stone Forest was the most beautiful place to watch the sunset, and you’d finally gotten a free weekend. Waypointing your way there initially, your partner had taken an almost childlike joy from choosing which mountain was the highest.

“Childe have you decided yet? The sun is almost at the horizon.” You called out at the Harbinger. Childe was, much to your dismay, the stronger climber, and had taken to scouting ahead of time to see if the spot you were climbing to was any good. Now he glanced down at you, mischief written all over his face, his smirk flashier than usual. He put his hand on his chin and looked outward once more.

“Hmm… I don’t know…”

“Childe!” You exclaimed, your arms slightly killing you. You really wish that you’d convinced Childe to bring a roped and belay. Unfortunately that request had been met with a whine and an accusation of “that’s cheating!” You’d laughed it off at the time, but now you were starting to regret your partner’s recklessness. As much as you were enjoying your time – being alone with Childe always felt intensely special and you cherished every moment of it – you were also impatient to actually watch the sunset, and in your hurry you wondered if it might not be faster to climb back down and watch from the bridge.

“I do believe that we’ve found the tallest one!”

“Thank the Seven.” You groaned, hurrying to get to the top. Childe chuckled, watching you scale up the mountain.

“Oh come now, I had to make sure it was perfect! Besides you looked so comfortable perched there, it almost hurt to disrupt you.”

“When I get up there I’m killing you.” You shot back, reaching towards the ledge. Still laughing Childe stuck out his hand and you moved to grab it, pushing off with your feet as much as possible, determined to make it up the mountain in the next move.

The laughter died from Childe’s lips the moment your hand missed. Instead it was replaced by fear, cold and sharp as a knife, plunging straight through his heart. Time seemed to slow down, but you were falling so fast, falling, falling, falling. Catapulting himself off the top of the mountain Childe reached out for you. In his mind he was screaming. Glide. Oh please, for the love of the Seven glide. Please, don’t fall, it’s so high up. I couldn’t bear it. Please.

Still the words were stuck in his mouth, and his throat only constricted more when you hit the bridge with a sickening thud. Releasing his own wings at the last moment he landed on the bridge too, only a few meters away from where you were now crumpled up. Running over he scooped you up. You’d managed to right yourself at the last moment in the air so that you were landing feet first, but though you’d managed to protect your head your legs dragged limply, and one was bent at an awkward angle. Looking at your mangled form, listening to you as you screamed and whimpered in pain, Child felt overwhelmed by his vast helplessness. There was nothing he could do. Burying his head in your neck he sobbed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

The journey to Liyue was excruciating, both for you and for Childe. Although there was no external bleeding the initial adrenaline of falling had no worn off and you felt every jolt and movement as Childe slung you on his back, wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you to the nearest waypoint and then to the Liyue doctor. Even when Childe was standing still you thought you might die from the sheer pain. So intense it was that sometimes you gave up, blacking out only to wake up feeling like you were drowning, the burning air around you almost too hot and too heavy to breathe.

Childe willed himself to numbness throughout the journey, only allowing him to collapse once you’d reached the hospital, practically ramming into the nearest chair in the waiting room, the situation washing over him.

How could he have let this happen? Hadn’t he made a promise? A promise that he’d protect those he’d love, that he’d never lose control of a situation again, that he’d never let those he cared about suffer? Where was that promise now? His whole world seemed to collapse in on itself now. He hadn’t been able to protect you. Despite his training, his reflexes, his vision, his everything. You’d still fallen. And as powerful as Childe liked to think he was, he still couldn’t turn back time and stop your suffering.

Finally the doctor opened the door and Childe was let in to see you. After informing him that you were on painkillers the doctor left you two alone. Faced with you laying on the hospital bed Childe sank into the nearest chair. Lacing his fingers through yours he drew circles on your hand over and over. For a moment you two said nothing, then Childe let his head rest on your hands. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, voice raw.

“I know.” You replied, mind a bit hazy from the painkillers, the magic infused herbs luring you to sleep. Still you pushed forward, needing to say something before Childe let himself be carried away. “I know, but it’s not your fault. And it’s not irreversible. The doctor says in 8 weeks I’ll be fine. Until then, we’ll just have to improvise.”

“But what about your adventuring? Your commissions? How can you do those if you can’t –”

“I’ll figure it out. Adventuring isn’t just monster slaying you know. And there’s no catastrophe in being in a wheelchair or on crutches.” You shook your head. Childe was still crying, and you could feel his tears running down your linked hands.

“Ajax.” Childe’s head shot up, surprised. He loved when you called him by his true name, it always seemed like a song falling from your lips. And now that song was filled with understanding, if not a bit of sadness. “I want you to not blame yourself.” You continued. “I know it’ll be hard, I know that these feelings won’t go away. And I’m not blaming you for them. I’m not happy about this either, of course I’m not, I just went through a world of pain. But I won’t be able to stand watching you beat yourself up for 8 weeks, I won’t be able to stand that look in your eyes every time you look at me. So please, please stop. If not for yourself then for me.”

Childe stared at your for a while. You waited, not wanting to rush his thought process. Eventually though he shook his head, a small smile finally breaking his expression.

“You’re too good for me you know. Alright. I promise to try. It’s the least I could do.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. Childe smiled back. He didn’t know how you managed to do it, how you managed to take his fears and look them in the face. All he knew at that moment was that he loved you. And for now, that was enough.

 Diluc

Diluc stared in horror as the Fatui Bracer aimed a Geo projectile right at you, his horror multiplying into rage and terror as the concentrated energy flew through the air and landed right at the base of your ribcage. You crumpled at the impact, wheezing heavily, apparently stunned from the power and speed of the attack.

How could this have happened? Diluc knew that the Fatui were gathering in Mondstadt, something that the winery owner turned Darknight Hero couldn’t stand. But never did he think to see Fatui skirmishers right outside the walls of Monstadt, strolling along the beach of Cider Lake as if it were Snezhnaya. Never did he think he’d have to see another loved one felled by a member of the Fatui, and never did he think that he could bear the emotions coursing through him now.

He made quick work of the Bracer, hacking and swinging without rhyme or reason, barely able to comprehend what was going on. Everything felt oddly separated from him, as if he were watching through someone else’s eyes, watching as he burned through the Bracer’s shields as easily as if it were made of wax, leaving the man groaning and screaming in pain before silencing him altogether.

The feeling of separation only grew more powerful as he ran over to you. You seemed to be conscious, but your breathing was shallow and ragged, and the place where the Fatui’s attack had hit seemed mangled, one of your ribs having seemingly been broken. You were screaming, though it was hoarse and low and tired. Still if you were screaming you were alive, and at least Diluc could hold onto that.

Carrying you in his arms Diluc winced as you let out another shriek of pain. You two weren’t far from the gates of Monstadt, but every step seemed to be a thousand steps and what was surely only a few hundred meters instead felt like tens of thousands of miles.

You were going to be alright. At least the doctor had said you were going to be alright. Surely Diluc could be grateful for that? But he didn’t feel grateful, instead he felt anger and hatred welling up inside of him. He’d told himself it was no good to be an angry or hateful person, that doing so would only push you away, would only destroy the fragile bonds he’d managed to build between you and a selection of others. But still the anger and the hatred lingered, refusing to be quelled or stuffed away.

He wanted revenge. Revenge on the Fatui, on the Tsaritsa, on the uncaring world that let him be so tormented, and that so tormented the ones he loved. How could this have happened to you? You who were made of goodness, more goodness than he’d found in the world beforehand. How was this a fitting reward?

It was decided that you could stay at the Winery during the 6 grueling weeks that was to be your convalescence. Diluc said nothing on the way there. He was afraid what would happened if he opened his mouth. Already he knew his face was betraying the feelings welling within him. He didn’t need to make it worse, not now.

Arriving at the Winery Diluc carried you to his room, the nicest room there was. Up to this point you’d said nothing, and Diluc wondered if you weren’t too groggy to do so. However when you spoke up there was an urgency in your voice, one he simply couldn’t ignore.

“You’re angry. You’re trying to hide it but I know it.”

“I’m not the one in pain right now.” Came a curt reply. Diluc was looking at you with what others might’ve mistaken as a glare. Perhaps it was even that, but there was something beneath it, and you knew it ultimately wasn’t directed at you.

“I am. And I’m upset too. But I’ve accepted it. You need to accept that you’re angry too. Burying it won’t help, it’ll only make it worse you know. You have to acknowledge your emotions. You don’t have to hide them. At least not in front of me.”

The expression on Diluc’s face finally broke. The anger there was raw and palapable, but there was also something else, something he’d also buried.

“I was… terrified.” Diluc finally let out. “I was so terrified it frightened me. I… I thought I was going to lose you.”

“And you shouldn’t have to hide that either.” You prodded softly. “But I’ll be alright, I promise. So please, just be open with me and then we’ll go from there.”

Diluc nodded, finding himself unable to speak. Walking over to where you were laying down he peppered kisses all over your face, light and ethereal as butterflies.

He’d do right by you. That’s what he promised himself, after all the hiding and the pain. He’d do right by you. But he’d also not forgive the Fatui for what they’d done, and tonight when Monstadt was asleep the Darknight would be watching. And for any Snezhnayan roaming the streets and lurking in the shadows, there’d be no forgiveness.

[mypoisonedvine]

Bankrupt | dark!40′s!Stucky x reader

Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension.  When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: non con, dub con, DP, anal sex, coercion, a lil bit of knife play, basically everything awful you can imagine, please don’t read if you would find it upsetting.

@hnryycvll thanks for watching me write this live lol

moodboard by @nsfwsebbie​

You knew something wasn’t right when Bruce left in the morning.  He kissed you on the forehead, which was normal, but just before he stepped out for the day he turned back.

“You know I love you, right honey?” he asked nervously.

“Uh, yes, of course I do,” you answered with a raised brow, “I love you too.”

“Good,” he nodded, stepping out the door again.  

“I’ll see you when you get home,” you smiled.

“Of course,” he agreed, and shut the front door behind him as he walked to his car.

You’d seen that look before, and you knew he’d done something.  But it felt different this time.  You wouldn’t be shocked if he came back with a few bruises, claiming he had tripped when you knew he had been roughed up by mob thugs over his gambling debt.  He had told you before that he’d settled the debt and that it was going to be fine, but you weren’t sure you could really believe it anymore… after years of lying and stealing to feed his addiction, you had lost a lot of trust.  But you always tried to stay positive.

That said, a knock at the door an hour later made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.  You really considered not answering it, and yet you were already unhooking the latch and turning the knob before you knew what you were doing.

Two men stood outside, dressed much nicer than a visit in this sort of neighborhood merited.  You nearly had to crane your neck to look at them: they were so tall.  And you could tell that underneath the three pieces, they were carrying a lot of muscle.

You’d seen guys like this hanging around before.  You knew what they did.

“My husband isn’t home,” you instantly informed them.

The blonde one standing in the front smiled.  The dark-haired one in the back took a last puff of a cigarette before dropping the butt and stomping it with his shoe.

“That’s no trouble,” the blonde explained.  “Why don’t you let us in and we can talk to you?”

“You can go hassle him at work, if you want,” you shrugged.  “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“We’re not here for your husband, sweetcheeks,” the other one interjected with a tone of irritation.

“Just invite us in for a drink, won’t you?  It’s hot out,” the blonde requested.

You didn’t get the sense you had much of a choice.  You stepped back and opened the door.  The two of them nodded as they filed in, giving your living space a cursory glance as you shut the door.  You knew it wasn’t much.  You hoped they felt guilty for taking all your money and leaving you with so little that you had to live in a place like this.

When you turned back to face them, you caught their glances moving up your body.  You tried to ignore it.

“Do you want ice water?  I think I might have some tea--” you began.

“It’s fine,” the blonde dismissed, “we’ll make this quick.  We just need to have a little chat with you.”

“What about?” you asked nervously.

“Your husband owes a lot of money to my employers,” the dark-haired man explained through a thick Brooklyn accent.

“I don’t see why that’s my problem,” you frowned, crossing your arms.  

“It’s about to be,” the blonde chimed in, his tone lacking in any sense of mocking or deridition… which somehow made it even more sinister.

You did your best to keep a brave face, not show any fear.  You knew that’s what they wanted, and you had no intention of giving them anything they wanted.

“What, you gonna beat me up?” you asked incredulously, rolling your eyes.

“No, sweetheart, that’d be a waste of a pretty face…” the dark-haired man looked you up and down with a grin, “...and a great body.”

“Let’s start from the beginning,” the blonde suggested, cutting through the tension.  “I’m Steve, and my associate here is Bucky.  We’ve become quite acquainted with your husband.”

“Heard a lot about you,” the other-- Bucky, apparently-- added as he took a seat on your sofa like he owned the place.

“Only good things, I hope,” you chuckled nervously.

“Only great things,” Steve confirmed.

“Come sit on my lap, doll,” Bucky smiled, patting his leg.

“N-no, I’d better not,” you denied, stepping back only to bump into Steve’s towering form.  He pressed his body against you and you gasped as you felt the hard outline of a gun by his waist.

“Go sit on Bucky’s lap, sweetheart,” Steve recommended with a low voice, his eyes scanning you hungrily.

You nodded a little as you obeyed, watching Bucky’s face as you uncomfortably stepped towards him and sat on his knees.  He slipped an arm around your hips and pulled you back until you could feel what you hoped was a gun against your thigh.

“You seem like a good wife.  Obedient,” Steve praised, stepping a little closer.

“Loyal,” Bucky added, his voice reverberating over your neck as you felt the heat of his gaze.  “Stickin’ with him even when he spent all your money.  You shouldn’t have to live like this.”

“Yes, well,” you swallowed, “marriage requires… sacrifice.”

“You’re more right than you know,” Steve laughed.

“I don’t underst--” you began.

“Buck, hold her legs open,” Steve commanded as he started to reach for his fly.

Before you had a chance to attempt to squirm, Bucky obeyed and grabbed your legs, wrenching them apart with a brutal strength that you had no chance against.  Your skirt rolled up your thighs and you tried desperately to cover yourself but it was futile.

“No, please,” you began to beg, the illusion of fearlessness finally cracking.

“Does your husband ever get rough with ya?” Bucky asked with a low voice right against your ear that sent crawling chills up your spine strong enough to make your back arch.  “This’ll be like that.  Only better.”

“No, no please, you don’t have to do this,” you rushed as you saw Steve step forward, pulling his cock out from his trousers.  You looked away, though as you did you realized you should look at it to prepare yourself as best you could.  You gave it a glance only to whimper and look away again; it was big, and thick, and he was stroking it to its full size with ring-adorned hands.  He laughed a little when he saw your intimidation.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart, I bet you’ll like it.”

“Please, I’m sorry, I’ll get the money if you need it, just don’t--”

You were interrupted by Steve’s hand roughly grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eye.

“You think this is a negotiation?” he growled.  “It’s not.  The negotiation happened yesterday, with your husband.  He traded you for forgiveness of his debt.  Don’t you understand?  It’s over.  You’re ours now.”

Before you had even fully processed the meaning of his words, tears were welling in your eyes and you began to sob.  “It’s not true,” you denied, “you’re lying.  He would never…” 

“I’m a lot of things but I’m no liar,” Steve frowned.  “Buck was there-- he sold her right?  You remember?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, “and pretty quick, too.  It was his idea, actually.  We didn’t even lay a hand on him before he offered you up.  Showed us a picture and everything.”

You fought against Bucky’s grip again as you cried but it was useless: he managed to pull your legs up higher, hooking under your knees, and grab your wrists too.  The position was uncomfortable but you couldn’t really worry about that as you screamed and cried at the feeling of betrayal.  “No, it’s not true, it’s not true…” you sputtered, not making much sense anymore, and not really believing your own words.

“You look pretty when you cry, doll,” Bucky purred.  You tried to kick at Steve and Bucky pulled at your legs harder, sending pain to your hips and causing you to yelp.

“Stop fucking fighting,” Steve hissed.  “You understand that if your husband isn’t good for the deal he made, we’ll kill him, don’t you?  So you’d better behave if you want to save his life.”

You froze.  On one hand, this was the guy who had apparently traded you to these awful men as if you were his to give away, and you hated him for all the years of lying and sneaking around and, most notably, gambling away all your money until he was deep in the mob’s pocket.

On the other, you still, for some reason, loved him.  You couldn’t stop yourself from loving him.  You’d promised to stick by his side for richer or for poorer.  You hadn’t known then that this was the poorest option, let alone one you would have to choose.  But you couldn’t let these men kill him.

Steve held your face with his hands in a way that was both dominant and soothing-- or at least, an attempt at soothing.

“You’re going to be good, aren’t you?  For your husband’s life?” Steve pressed.

You shivered a little, but took a deep breath and nodded.  He smiled and patted you on the cheek.

He pulled a knife from his jacket and quickly sliced off your underwear.  You sniffled as you tried to stop crying, fighting the urge to try to close your legs as Steve kneeled to look at you closer.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” he cooed.  “You know, at first I wasn’t sure this was a fair trade.  I mean, he owes us a lotta lettuce.  But now I’m thinking he’s the one getting screwed.”  Steve stood up and wiped a tear from your cheek.  “You know, besides you of course.”

“Just get it over with,” you whispered.  They both laughed.

“What’s with the pessimism, sweetheart?  Behave yourself and I’ll make it good for you.”

You whimpered a little as he rubbed the head of his cock through your folds, focusing instead on the hard grip Bucky had on your arms and how it would probably bruise tomorrow-- it wasn’t a pleasant feeling either, but much easier to handle than a near-stranger’s cock about to plunge into you.

He had to push pretty hard to get it to go in, barreling past the resistance of your walls until he was sliding into you.  You gasped and cried out, feeling Bucky’s cock harden underneath you in response to the sound.

“Fuck, so tight,” Steve groaned. “If I had a wife like you I’d’ve never let you go, sweetheart.  Wouldn’t even let you leave the house.  Not when I could fuck this perfect little pussy all day long.”

“It’s that good?” Bucky asked with a husky voice.

Steve buried himself in you completely and savored the feeling of your muscles fluttering around him.  You bit your lip and fought your tears.  

“You’ll get your turn, Buck,” Steve promised, “but I can’t promise I can give her to you in one piece.”

He pulled back out nearly all the way before slamming back in, making you choke on a scream.  He set a brutally hard, yet slow, pace as he fucked you senseless, stretching you open more than you’d thought was possible.  You hoped you weren’t as loud as you seemed to sound in your own head.

“You like my cock, don’t you?  See, this was what you always needed,” Steve purred.  “A real man.  Somebody to fuck you like a whore, just how you like it, huh?”

“Hnng,” you gurgled in lieu of a reply.

You relaxed into Bucky’s embrace as best you could, letting Steve use your body and hoping it would all be over soon.  

“You ever gonna let me get a piece of that?” Bucky growled at Steve.

“Soon,” Steve nodded breathlessly, “just a little more… fuck, it’s so good.”

Steve made a noise when he pulled out like he was mustering all his restraint to do it.  He gripped his cock once it was free, stepping back and watching Bucky adjust your body on top of him as he freed his cock from his suit pants.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be good, right?” Bucky pressed as he angled you to slip onto his cock.  You nodded feverishly as he finally pushed into you, rougher than Steve had, making you wince.  “Oh god,” he groaned, “you’re so wet.  Your pussy feels amazing, doll.  Jesus.”

You felt an unexpected sense of pride warm your chest.  You refused to believe that you actually wanted to make him feel good.  You decided it was just a tactical thing-- the more you pleasured him, the sooner this would be done with.

“Good, right?” Steve asked with a smile.

“So fucking good,” Bucky agreed, leaning you forward a little.  “Come on, baby, bounce on that cock,” he encouraged.  You set your legs on the ground and balanced your hands on his knees, lifting and dropping your hips with stuttered breaths as his cock brushed against something inside you that made your legs shake and quiver.

Bucky leaned back and watched you work, occasionally taking a moment to squeeze or slap your ass.  His hands wandered over your back, your shoulders, even your thighs; Bucky’s touch explored you until you felt his thumb circle over the puckered opening of your ass and you jumped a little in shock.

“Not there,” you begged, stopping your movements.  “Please, not there.”

“Wherever I want,” he corrected sternly.  You whimpered a little as you felt him press ever so slightly, your tight rim expanding to accept the tip of his thumb.

“Say it,” he demanded.

You forced your eyes shut.  “Wherever you want,” you repeated.  “Wherever you want, Bucky.”

He hummed in approval, and pushed his digit in to the first knuckle.  You suppressed a gasp.

“Did your husband ever fuck you here?  Or did he try, but you wouldn’t let him?”

“He never… we never…” you began, shaking your head.

“Seems like a waste,” he replied in a low voice, pushing in a little deeper.  “You’ve got such a great ass.  First thing I noticed when I walked in.”

“Is this what you were thinking about?” you asked with a gulp.  “Is that what you wanted to do the whole time?”

He chuckled darkly, and it was answer enough.

He pulled his cock from your pussy and you hated that you’d supplied plenty of lubrication all on your own.  He held you up as he started to press the head against your tighter opening, watching himself penetrate you with dark eyes.

He pushed his hips forward, adding more and more pressure until he was able to break past the tight ring of muscle, and you gasped like the wind had been knocked out of you.

“Fuck!” he yelped, his head falling back against the top of the couch.  “So fucking tight.”

It stung like nobody’s business but you tried to keep your breathing steady as he pulled you down to the base of his cock, which was apparently even thicker and so much harder than you seemed to remember.

“Aw, I’ll be gentle, baby,” Bucky soothed as you whimpered, moving you on top of him slowly.  “I don’t wanna break you.  Yet.”

The pain took what must have been hours to subside, your toes involuntarily curling into the shag rug-- which made you realize your shoes must have fallen off at some point.  Even when it hurt, you felt the pleasure underneath it all, his cock managing to stimulate places inside you even through the layer of your body in the way.

“She’s dripping, Buck,” Steve observed with a predatory grin.  “She loves it.” 

Bucky slipped his fingers between your legs and felt the wetness for himself, indeed as plentiful as Steve had promised, reacting with a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan.  “Fuck, you like my cock in your ass, don’t you?”

You shook your head even as you felt your hips moving with his involuntarily.  

“Just admit it,” he growled, wrapping a hand tightly around your neck.  “Admit that you love getting fucked in the ass, because you’re my dirty little slut.”

You sobbed, choking from the tightening grip on your throat.  “Bucky,” you whimpered, trying to plead with him but not getting very far into it.

“Do it for your dear old husband, huh?  God, what would he think if he saw you know?”

You closed your eyes, trying not to imagine the answer to that question.

“He’d probably be wishing he’d known sooner that his innocent little wife liked it up the ass.”

They laughed and you winced, feeling Bucky graze his teeth over the shell of your ear.

“Say it, doll,” he whispered, “say it just how I told you to.”

“I…” you began, but trailed off.  You yelped when he slapped you right between your legs, sending a shock of pleasure-pain through your body.  “I love getting fucked in the ass,” you finally stuttered out, “because I’m your-- your dirty little slut.”

Bucky moaned right into your ear, thrusting faster and deeper into you.  “Yeah, that’s right.  Dirty mouth on ya, too.  Gonna fuck you there another day.”

“Please,” you whimpered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.

Every slam of his hips into yours made your body shake, and you whined when he stopped thrusting to hold you down and grind against you.

You moaned with every movement, unable to stop the tears from flowing as the pain and the pleasure became indistinguishable.

You were so lost in it that you didn’t realize Steve was standing in front of you again until you felt his fingers pressing into your pussy.  You were so wet that it took almost nothing, but you still gasped.

“Damn, so wet for us.  Such a good girl,” Steve groaned.

Bucky pulled your legs up again, stilling inside you to hold you open for Steve.

“You can let go of her now, I reckon,” Steve informed Bucky.  “She’s done fightin’.  Look at her, she loves it.”

Bucky nodded and let go of your legs and arms.  You did try to shut your legs a bit, not out of any notion that this would stop: you were just trying to relieve the soreness in your hips.

It didn’t last long as Steve pushed your legs apart, freeing Bucky to wrap his arms around your waist.

You hadn’t even known it was possible to fit two cocks at once, especially two cocks like this.

You made a noise that was purely inhuman as Steve pressed into you again, feeling full beyond the brim, incapable of taking anymore-- and there was still so much of him left.

“I can’t,” you began to protest, but it fell on deaf ears as Steve continued to slide into your pliant body.  “It’s too much!  Steve!”

That got his attention, and he looked down at you with bared teeth.  “You’re gonna take it, whore.  You’re gonna take our fucking cocks.  And you’re gonna say my name just like that when I come in this ruined little hole.”

You sobbed as he bottomed out, feeling your holes clenching around them as you struggled to fit their girth.

Both of the men groaned a bit as they felt your struggle, Bucky licking and kissing at your neck while Steve tore your blouse open and roughly palmed at your tits.

“So fucking perfect,” Bucky praised before pushing your face to the side, pulling you into a deep and sloppy kiss.  You reciprocated instantly, though you struggled to put much thought into it as all your attention was on the peculiar and powerful feeling of two men inside you at once.

You heard your moans get louder and more unabashed as they were lost in Bucky’s eager mouth, echoing back until you weren’t sure who you were hearing anymore.

Steve’s thumb roughly rubbed at your clit and you nearly screamed from the overwhelming sensations flowing through your body; your head fell back on Bucky’s shoulder again, who kissed your temple and cheek in a way much too delicate for the situation.

“Didn’t I say I’d make it good for you?” Steve growled.  “Tell me how good it feels.”

You would look back on this moment and try to convince yourself that you were immersed in your role, that you were just saying whatever he wanted to hear for your own safety.  You would repeat over and over internally that you hated it and that you were just a hell of an actress with a strong sense of self-preservation.  But you would know that it was a lie.  Because what you said next was the honest-to-God truth, and deep down, all three of you knew it.

“It feels so fucking good!” you screamed.  “Please don’t stop, oh my god, I’m going to-- fuck!”

“Yeah baby, come on my cock,” Steve praised.  “His cock, too.  Come for us.”

“Oh fuck,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck to brace yourself, “yes, yes, yes!”

Every part of you tensed up and tightened, your entire body like a spring pulled to its limit.  And as the tension released and you felt yourself shatter in their arms, a gush of wetness pulsed out of you.

“Fuck,” Steve grinned, “look at our girl, coming so hard for us.”

“Bet her husband’s never made her do that,” Bucky laughed.  “She’s clenching around me, Steve, I don’t think I can take much more.”

“Want us to come in you, baby?” Steve growled, nipping at your jaw.  “You wanna be so full of us, don’t you?  Wanna make us come?”

“Yes,” you sobbed, exhausted and weak, limp in his arms, “yes, Steve, please…”

Bucky lost it first, holding you so tight that you could barely breathe.  He babbled praise against your ear as he spilled inside you, telling you how good you were for him, how you were gonna make him feel good from now on, whenever he wanted.  You could barely process that as you felt Steve follow suit, moaning weakly as he pumped into you with stuttering thrusts, painting your insides with his spend.

“Yes,” Steve hissed as he began to come down from his high, both of them buried in you as deep as they could fit, all three of you panting like you’d just run a marathon.  

You winced as Steve pulled out of you, your face feeling hot as you felt his cum begin to leak out of you.  

Bucky helped you stand up and adjusted your clothes a little until you were covered up again… but you were sure you must’ve looked completely fucked anyways.  He scooped you up into his arms; an hour ago it would’ve terrified you, but now you leaned into his shoulder and curled up into a ball in his embrace.  He carried you out of the house and laid you down in the backseat of their car, with a tenderness you wished he had shown a little sooner.

He sat in the back with you while Steve drove you to Bucky’s apartment: your new home, they informed you excitedly.

The movement of the car rocked you to a place between sleep and wakefulness, and you tried not to listen to the men talking about the plans they had for you, or the ‘assignments’ they needed to complete this week.  Steve talked about needing to go out of town, and they decided that he would take you with him to relieve his stress.  “I’ll miss you though,” Bucky cooed, stroking your hair.

You were crying but there were no sobs, just tears flowing silently as you tried to think about the lines they were leaving on your face and not the fluids leaking from the rest of your abused body.

When the car stopped and you were carried into Bucky’s apartment, you felt your locket slip from your neck and fall into a grate.  A picture of your husband was inside that locket.  You got the sense you wouldn’t be needing it anymore.

[taephilia]

lost (myself) & found (you)

pairing: jeon jungkook x gn!reader

genre: fluff, soulmate au, based off of kimi no na wa

warnings: one (1) swear word

word count: 2,120

a/n: i saw this quote from the movie and inspiration just struck and i haven't been able to get it out of my head since. ofc i wrote this for jungkook since he's a weeb and said he would also want to hear bells ring when he meets his soulmate <3 also this is not edited lol i'll come back to it later, i just wanted to get this out

"Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must’ve had I can never recall. But… the sensation that I’ve lost something, lingers for a long time after I wake up." - Tachibana Taki, Kimi No Na Wa (2016)

Jungkook isn’t sure how long he’s felt like this—felt like something is missing, something important, something that his heart just can’t seem to let go of even if his brain has already forgotten. He knows that he dreams of whatever it is. He recalls scenes as he goes about his day; a loud laugh here, a brush of a hand against his there. People that he’s never seen before walking by him in a city he’s never been to, music playing on the radio that he’s never heard, a family that he comes home to that he doesn’t recognize at all. It’s all very strange and Jungkook is starting to wonder if maybe the late night ramen he’s built up a habit of eating has gone bad or maybe the unhealthy amounts of salt in it are the cause behind this. Because it was all fun and games until Jungkook’s heart starts to ache, like it’s calling out to someone that his brain can’t even conjure up an image for. Someone that he would search the ends of the cosmos for, someone that, whenever he feels like he gets close to them, slips right through his fingers like grains of sand. But he shakes it off whenever the feeling comes and ignores the heavy feeling in his chest in favor of paying attention to that day’s classes. If he had somehow found his soulmate, it definitely wouldn’t be someone in his hometown in the countryside.

Soulmate. That’s who his grandfather had told him he’s been dreaming about ever since Jungkook confessed almost two months ago about the reason behind his ever-present furrowed brows and faraway look in his eyes. He says that it had happened to him when he was around Jungkook’s age but, like most dreams, he’s forgotten who it was. He then went on to talk about the red thread of fate and that’s when Jungkook started tuning out. It’s a nice concept to think about when you’re a child—a red string tied around your pinky that connects you to the person that you’re destined to be with—but it’s just a myth and Jungkook doesn’t have time to think about things that aren’t real. Not when he barely has the time to think about the things that are real, like college entrance exams and graduating from high school.

So he buries his head in his books and pours every last drop of blood, sweat, and tears into his studies to get into his dream college in Seoul. The yearning in his heart doesn’t go away but it’s eclipsed by the pure exhaustion that he feels at the end of every day. And, like most dreams, he forgets.

Jungkook is 23 when he seriously begins to wonder whether or not he’s going crazy. He had thought he was going over the deep end while in college but hearing bells go off? Now that takes the cake. It happens at random; he never knows when the bells in his head will ring (and Jungkook knows that only he can hear them because nobody around him ever gives any sort of indication that they’ve heard them) no matter how much he tries to prepare for it. He checks his surroundings every day, eyes scanning over the crowds of people weaving around him in Seoul, but it’s no use. The only consistent location that they seem to chime in is when he’s on the metro and even then, it’s on random days, at random times, and not always at the same stop.

He’s not the type to go chasing after fairy tales, or at least, he isn’t anymore. He doesn’t have time to think hard and long about what these imaginary bells could mean, not when he has a job to do and people to impress and money to be made. And his grandfather died during his second year of college so the only conversation of “soulmates” that occurs now are the ones he has with himself in his head and the memories of their conversations years ago. But as fate would have it, Jungkook took a couple of days off to get an early start to the weekend and he is just itching for an adventure. So when he hears the bells go off while he’s making his way to his connecting train, he closes his eyes for a brief moment and puts himself into the hands of fate.

Jungkook allows his feet to carry him where they want, observing his surroundings and keeping an eye out for any person who gives any sort of indication to hearing something that they shouldn’t be hearing. He climbs up the stairs and out of the station, not giving any attention to the people who side-eye him for standing still on a bustling sidewalk, but looks down at his hand instead. In particular, at his pinky, which feels like there’s something squeezing at it. Like… like a thread that’s been tied snugly around it.

The red thread of fate, a voice in his head whispers to him and Jungkook almost chuckles out loud at the thought. And then almost laughs out loud again because, although he doesn’t believe in soulmates, his actions say otherwise. Because as much as Jungkook doesn’t believe in soulmates… Well, the thought of them and the red thread of fate being real is nice, isn’t it? Someone that you’re destined to be with, connected to by a string that can tangle and stretch but will never fray, keeping you tied to them for all eternity. It’s a comforting thought, especially when he thinks of his extremely lacking love life that comes with his high standards and fear of rejection.

Jungkook passes by a bakery during his fate-led walk and just as he’s considering stopping in to buy something, he hears the bells again. A light sound, one that could be mistaken for a phone notification, but one that he knows very well. But Jungkook’s soulmate must be as used to the sound as he is because no one around him gives any sort of indication that they’re also in search of him. And after an hour and a half of walking around a part of the city that he isn’t too familiar with, he’s ready to call it quits for the night. So Jungkook makes his way to the nearest metro station and gets on a train home.

Of course, that’s when he hears the bells again.

He looks up from his phone and around the crowded train but nobody has been able to move since the doors closed. And if it were someone near him, he would have heard them before. There’s a flash out of the corner of his eye and when Jungkook looks up and out the window of the sliding doors, he sees a pair of eyes staring back. A pair of eyes that are not his but in fact belong to someone in a train traveling right next to his. They stare right at him and mirror his own when they widen at the exact same time as his. But just as soon as Jungkook finds you, he loses you just as quickly when your train goes in a different direction.

Jungkook spends the entire day the next day looking for you. He manages to cross off everything on his “things to do when I’m in Seoul” bucket list that he’s been adding on to for the past 10 years. His feet hurt, his wallet feels significantly lighter than when he first left his apartment, and he’s wondering how much weight he lost from walking what feels like the entire expanse of Seoul three times over. And even after all that, he hasn’t heard the bells. Not once.

And it’s at this point, when Jungkook decides to eat dinner at his favorite ramen shop before calling it a night, that he begins to wonder if he had missed his chance last night. Not like it was much of a chance considering the fact that you were on a different train and he had no way of getting to you. But fate is cruel, isn’t that what some people say? Maybe his thread is just so tangled, so frayed, that it’ll take a lifetime before he’s able to get another glimpse at you. And Jungkook just isn’t that patient.

He can barely even remember what you look like anymore. Maybe it’s the hunger eating away at his stomach and the aching of his feet but as he eats his ramen, he can only recall vague details about you. Like how he wants to drown in your eyes, how soft your skin looks even through two dirty train door windows, and how he thinks your shiny hair probably smells nice - like vanilla or peaches or something. But your face? Absolutely nothing. It’s like he blacked out the second he looked up at you last night.

Jungkook leans back in his seat as he sips at his water, staring out the window of the shop as if you would walk past right that second. But you don’t. So Jungkook throws a couple of bills down onto the table for a tip and heads out, a sigh leaving his lips when he looks around but doesn’t hear any bells. Now that he’s had a chance to sit down and eat, he feels a bit more rational and more determined to find you—but that can wait until tomorrow after he’s had a good night’s sleep. It’s a bit later in the evening so there’s barely anyone around him as he makes his way to the nearest metro station that will take him home. Jungkook is just about to descend the stairs when something makes him stop. He’s not really sure what it is that he stops for; the bus honking on the street beside him or the group of friends laughing as they walk by him? Or perhaps it’s the person at the bottom of the stairs, their eyes looking down as they climb up, but Jungkook just knows that it’s you.

Well, he doesn’t actually know. He’s pretty sure it’s you. It feels like it’s you. But is that fate talking or just his hopeful heart? Jungkook decides not to say anything and slowly walks down the stairs. The bells will tell him if he’s right. Your eyes glance up and meet his and Jungkook sees them widen, but like him, you don’t say anything. Are you waiting to hear your own bells?

He shoves his hands deep into the pocket of his hoodie, eyes quickly darting away from yours to stare holes into the ground as he keeps walking. His heart beats faster with every step and he has to resist the urge to just stare at you point blank because he needs to know and-

He hears the bells. And it’s like a weight is taken off of his shoulders.

But he keeps walking. And you keep walking. And now Jungkook is panicking because why the fuck is he still walking? You’re his soulmate, he found you, so why isn’t he stopping? Jungkook tries to get his feet to stop moving, to just turn around and call out to you but he can’t. What would he even say? ‘Hey, you’? He doesn’t even know your name. ‘I think you’re my soulmate’? How disgustingly cliche. What if you don’t even care that he’s your soulmate? What if you’re already seeing someone? What if he’s the only one that can hear the bells for you and you hear them for someone else? What if-

“Um, excuse me?”

Jungkook almost trips on the last step from how fast he turns around at the sound of your voice. His hands feel clammy but he keeps them in his pocket otherwise you’d be able to see how they’re shaking ever so slightly. He drags his eyes up to yours and suddenly, every bit of anxiety he felt is suddenly gone. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?

“Have we met before? You seem really familiar.”

You’re at the top of the stairs now but you step down a few steps, as if you want to get closer. Jungkook climbs back up a few steps because he does want to get closer. There’s an easy smile on his face as he says, “Found you.”

He isn’t sure where it came from. He isn’t even exactly sure what he means. But it feels like the right thing to say, like something that he’s vaguely remembering from a dream he had a long time ago. And judging from the matching smile on your own face, you know what Jungkook means.

“Took you long enough.”

[holographic-chogi]

Protector pt.22/23

Author: holographic-chogi

Pairing: fem!reader x skz

Warnings: LOTS of violence. This is a pretty climactic moment so the violence is heavy.

A/N: Soooo this chapter is even longer lol. I was gonna wait until tomorrow t

o post it but honestly I didn't wanna wait. This is my first time writing this kind of chapter so I'm hoping it turned out alright! Just one more to go after this, and I just wanna say thank you to everyone who's been here along with the ride. This is my first fic, so good and bad it will always hold a special place in my heart, along with everyone else who supported it. As always, love you guys <3

Summary: a virus has wiped out most of humanity, and society has collapsed. People survive in groups where they live in constant fear and a struggle to survive. Women were the primary victim of the virus, leaving few behind. You are one of the few, kept in secret since the beginning. However, you’ve just been caught.

You barely had time to talk to Changbin about what happened.

After revealing what you murmured about in your sleep, he just left. He didn’t even go to his room, he just went outside to start his lookout shift early. You won’t lie, it hurt. There were many members of the group you could applaud for emotional intelligence, Changbin was not one of them. Though, you did understand why he was upset, you were too.

You felt guilty for viewing the two of them as a choice, but you knew in your heart that the answer was always Changbin. Sure, you admit that in another world, you may have ended up with Hyunjin, but your feelings for him paled in comparison to the man you shared your bed with.

The morning was bustling. Seungmin was still gone, but everyone else was preparing for what was to come. Three people remained on watch while the rest loaded guns, sharpened swords and planted traps around the outside of the fence.

Unable to face Changbin quite yet, you focused on sharpening arrows. As you knelt in the grass, steadily working on your task, you felt the grass shift as someone sat beside you. You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was, several crescent moon scars revealing the man’s identity.

You took a deep breath. “You can’t be seen with me right now. Changbin knows.”

He sounded surprised, “You told him?”

You shook your head, finally sparing him a glance. “Not exactly. I guess I said something in my sleep.”

He leaned a little closer, “So…you were dreaming about me, huh?”

You could feel a blush begin to dust your cheeks, “I don’t remember.”

He was dangerously close now, “Must’ve been a good one.”

You pulled away, desperate to change the subject. “You know you left the back gate open, right? That’s how Hyoseob got in.”

He looked at you quizzically at first, then his expression darkened, “Y/N, I didn’t go hunting yesterday. I stayed in, remember?”

Your stomach sank, “that doesn’t mean anything, someone else could’ve used it.”

He stood up in a panic, “can you think of anyone besides me that ever uses that gate?”

You felt the blood draining from your face. Someone must already be inside.

Just as the two of you began to run towards Chan, the barn doors from across the field burst open.

Seconds later, the doors to underground storage opened as well.

Your voice came out in a shriek, “THEY’RE INSIDE THE FENCE! EVERYONE TAKE COVER.”

The next few moments were a blur of gunfire and arrows, whizzing through the air. You ran, desperate for cover as you found yourself separated from Hyunjin. Finally, you were able to dive behind some old produce crates where you found Minho, rifle in hand.

His eyes were wide, pupils heavily dilated as he fired his gun “We’re fucked, reinforcements aren’t here yet.”

You didn’t answer, just aiming and shooting as quickly as you could. Your head was fuzzy, hardly able to process what was happening. Subconsciously, you were impressed by how many people Minho took down. Everyone around you was landing multiple hits, but Minho and Chan were easily doing the most damage.

You took a silent roll call, spotting as many people as you could. You took a deep breath when you finally spotted Changbin, shooting from behind the truck.

Everything was happening so fast, it was overwhelming. One moment you’re sitting in the grass with Hyunjin, the next it’s full blown war. You tried to not think so hard about whose blood was whose as red sprayed across the snow.

Minho’s voice broke through the silence, “I can’t find Jisung, we need to split up to find him.”

You snap out of it and look back at him, “On it.” you stood up before adding, “And be careful. Please.”

“Same goes for you.”

The two of you split off, Minho running towards the fence and you running towards the farmhouse, expertly dodging projectiles as you dash as quickly as you can. A scream makes you stop dead in your tracks.

Jisung.

Next to the generator on the side of the house, you saw Jisung grappling with an intruder, pinned by his arms in a heavily contorted manner. You tried not to think too hard about the injuries that would cause.

You dart forward, and you feel yourself seep with rage once you recognize the man’s face.

It’s Hyuk.

Before he has time to react, you crash your knee into his face, causing him to shriek in pain as he fell backwards, grasping his nose as blood flooded down his chin.

“You bitch!”

Hyuk scrambled for his gun, but Jisung runs ahead of you, kicking him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

He was motionless, seemingly having given up on winning the tussle, and Jisung picked up Hyuk’s gun, pointing it at his head.

And then nothing.

“Jisung…you have to kill him. That or he kills you.”

Jisung looked back at you, tears streaming down his face, “I-I can’t, it’s different shooting someone during gunfire but I can’t just execute someone like this”

You huffed, “Okay, then we tie him to the generator. Quickly.”

Once Hyuk’s drowsy form was tied to the generator, you turned to Jisung, “Stay safe, I need to go find Changbin.”

Jisung clearly wasn’t present enough to fully process what you said. He just sat there, nodding as he clutched his wounded shoulder.

You sighed, speaking again more clearly, “Stay. Safe.”

He looked you in the eye this time, nodding more enthusiastically as he loaded Hyuk’s gun.

By the time you made your way back to the front, Changbin had still held his spot behind the truck, but his opponents were getting closer and closer. You dashed forward at full speed, making a beeline for the truck, before skidding to a stop beside him. Seemingly daunted by the extra person, a few of Changbin’s opponents fled, and the few remaining were quickly picked off by the two of you.

Once there was a momentary break, Changbin whirled to face you, his eyes wide wild with concern. “Are you okay? Is this blood yours? Are you injured?” It seems his anger from earlier had vanished.

You nodded, smiling perhaps out of deliriousness, “I’m fine. I promise. Jisung’s pretty hurt but we were able to drive his attacker off.” You paused to scan him as well, “What about you, are you okay?”

He nodded, opening his mouth to continue before he was interrupted by someone’s voice on the other side of the truck.

“Wow. The two of you really are disgusting.”

You froze, knowing that voice well, having heard it in your nightmares time and time again.

“You miss me, Y/N? If you want, I can leave you a few more scars to remember me by.”

You felt your heartbeat race, unable to contain your fear. You couldn’t help but glance at his blood-soaked fists, shuddering at who’s it was.

He seemed to notice, clasping and unclasping his hands as he eyed his knuckles, “Oh this? I just pummeled that freckled kid.”

Felix. You felt your breath stop.

The two of you stood to face him, and you could feel the rage beginning to rise within Changbin. He glanced at you quickly, before looking back at the intruder, “You know this punk?”

You nodded, teeth clenched as you stared daggers into said punk, “Taeil.”

Some kind of switch flipped in Changbin when you said that. He completely abandoned his gun, charging at him, eyes wild with anger. You shouted, but couldn’t stop Changbin in time before he was on top of him, shouting as he laid down a flurry of heavy punches.

“I will-” another punch, “rip you from-” and another, “the inside out.”

You aimed your gun at the two of them, trying to keep your breath steady as you tried to get a clear shot. Changbin was like a wild animal, moving quickly and brutally, constantly in and out of your eye-line.

Your breath stopped as Taeil’s swollen eyes met yours, conveying something to you before he spat blood against the side of the truck, “learned this one from Y/N.”

And as quick as he spoke, he crashed his head into Changbin’s, sending the beast of a man onto his back. Taeil immediately leapt on top of him, unsheathing a knife from his belt.

You dashed forward to pull him off, knocking the knife from his hand as it clattered in the truck bed, leaving Changbin dazed on the ground. He must’ve got him good.

You aimed your elbows for Taeil’s already swollen face, which did some damage before he yanked one of your legs from under you, knocking you down.

You tried to crawl backwards out of his grasp, but he grabbed you by the hair, slamming your head back into the ground. Everything spun for a second, before you distantly noticed Changbin crash into him again, knocking him off of you.

You tried to regain your equilibrium, propping yourself up against the truck as everything spun. You saw two blurry shapes brawling, until one punched the other in what appeared to be the chest, and you heard a sickening crack, causing the other to fall to the ground

Your vision only started clear once the other one started walking towards you. You blinked quickly, and your heart dropped when Taeil’s face appeared before you, followed by the grasping of your throat.

No. Not like this.

You were too weak this time to fight back, you’d only just begun healing from your last encounter, and this fight was already beginning to wear you down.

You could feel your head grow lighter, as your vision began to fade.

You hoped Changbin was okay.

Then you heard another crack, and the pressure was gone from your throat. You leaned over, retching, as Taeil slunk to the ground, his neck bent at an unnatural angle. You looked down as Changbin lay beside him, taking ragged breaths. He saved you. Again.

You knelt beside him, and slunk your arm around him, before hoisting him up. You had to get him inside, it wasn’t far.

You could see his labored breaths in the form of steam clouds as you practically dragged him to the porch, guiding him through the door and setting him on the couch. He winced as he was laid down, eyes screwed shut from the pain.

“You’re hurt, Changbin. Badly. I need you to stay here. They’ve done a good job keeping people from coming in, but if someone does I need you to call for help.”

Hyoseob ran in behind you, giving you a knowing look before gathering first aid supplies

He shook his head, hardly able to keep it upright. “I’m fine, let me help.”

You shook your head much more adamantly than him. “No. You need to rest. Let me protect you this time.”

Before you could hear his response, you shot up, racing to the door. You let out an exhale of relief at the sight of several new cars and a horse, with people from both the gas station and the JYP temple flooding in. Jaebum was at the head of the pack, prying someone off of Minho before shooting the intruder point blank.

Now we finally stood a chance.

Seungmin ran up to you as Jaebum helped Minho up, “Where is everyone? Are we too late?”

You scanned the yard warily. “I’ve lost my sights on most of the group.” You could still hear gunfire, though it slowed down quite a bit. People on both sides must be running out of ammo.

You paused, remembering your interaction with Taeil. “We need to find Felix. I think something bad has happened to him.”

Seungmin’s eyebrows creased in worry. “Not good. He can’t defend himself, we need to find him. Now.”

The two of you tore off, while the rest started dashed in every which way, looking for any enemies or allies they could find.

“Do you think he’s in the barn?” Seungmin looked at you, obviously becoming frantic.

You cursed to yourself. “Probably. Sweet idiot probably wanted to protect the animals.”

And he was right.

When the two of you made it to the barn, the door was already open.

The first thing you saw was the hay soaked in blood, it was everywhere.

Then, Felix came into view.

He was sitting up against the wall, badly bruised and swollen, with blood dribbling from his lips. He was conscious, but still barely holding on to life.

The two of you rushed to his side, tears beginning to fall down both you and Seungmin’s face. It was heart wrenching to see him like this, such a sweet, gentle soul crumpled up like a dying animal.

He looked up in terror, until a shimmer of recognition reached his features. He forced a shaky smile, “H-hi guys.”

Seungmin’s voice wasn’t even close to stable, he spoke through a sob, “Hi buddy. Rough morning?”

Felix nodded slowly, his smile beginning to break. “I-I can’t f-feel my legs.”

Seungmin and you shared a look of despair, before turning your attention back to Felix. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”

You spoke to Seungmin in a whisper. “I don’t know what to do, we can’t carry him to the house, we could end up making him worse.”

He paused, trying to weigh out his options. “I’ll watch over him here, we have good cover and I doubt we’ll run into much trouble. You need to help find the others, make sure they’re okay.”

You hesitate, watching Felix’s pitiful form laid in front of you.

Seungmin’s voice was louder this time, “GO!”

You shot up, refusing to look back at him before moving hesitantly to the door.

The moment you emerged, however, an arrow whizzed past your face, nicking your ear as it hit the barn wall. You looked around wildly, not able to pinpoint where it came from. You pulled out your own bow and aimed, looking for a sign of movement. At this, you notice someone dashing for the side of the house and you shoot, breathing in relief as your arrow hits their foot, knocking them down.

As you clutched your ear, you glanced at the arrow splintering the red wood beside you. Something was oddly familiar about it, the black line painted from arrow-tip to the base, the unique blue feathers, the expensive mahogany shaft…

This was one of Hyunjin’s arrows.

Did he shoot at you? No, the man you shot wasn’t nearly tall enough to match Hyunjin’s build…did that mean…

Someone had his gear.

You leaned over for a moment, the emotional and physical exhaustion threatening to take over. So much has happened, it felt as if the life you built for yourself was falling apart. Your body and the people you love taking hit after hit.

Why? Was really this happening?

Jiho. Jiho was doing this. He was taking away everything you had, stripping you to the bone until you were nothing.

This ignited a new sense of anger in you, flashes of all your injured friend’s faces bombarding you until you stood up, ready to squeeze what was left of this adrenaline.

So you ran. Find Hyunjin, that was your goal.

You passed Jeongin, sitting in the grass alongside the porch. He was shaking, covered in blood, hands trembling as he held his gun. In front of him was a body, splayed out with blood gushing from multiple bullet wounds. Jeongin’s face was blank, likely from shock as he beheld his first kill.

Chan leapt from the porch and skidded to halt in front of him, looking back at you to note your safety before helping Jeongin up, muttering reassurances to him and he led him towards the cars.

You prepared to continue on your path when you heard Chan scream, “Y/N! Look out!”

You spun around, but not quick enough.

The last thing you saw before shutting your eyes was another arrow whizzing in your direction, and Hyuk standing with Hyunjin’s bow down by the barn.

Your eyes stayed closed as you heard the distant sound of an arrow hitting flesh, but felt nothing. Your eyes shot open, and you saw Bambam clutching his thigh as he moaned in pain.

He took the arrow for you.

Minho rushed to Bambam’s side as Chan tackled Hyuk. You heard Seungmin yelling in exasperation as several more intruders entered the barn, followed by more of your allies.

This was such a mess.

You turned the corner, breathing wildly as your gaze shot in every direction, scanning for any sign of Hyunjin.

And then you saw him, holding himself up against his workbench as he tried to remain conscious. Several dead bodies littered with arrows laid before him. Clearly, he’d put up quite the fight.

Once he caught sight of you, he let out a sigh of relief, “glad to see you aren’t dead.”

You approached him, trying to help him fully to his feet, before he slunk back down. “I’d say the same, but I can’t really tell if you’re still alive.”

He let out a chuckle that turned into a rasping cough. “I’m fine. More just sorry I got taken down so easily.” Admiration shone in his eyes as he looked up at you, “I knew you’d be fine though. You’re too much fight for these guys to handle.”

You slunk down next to him, letting yourself catch your weary breath. “Things have gotten bad. Really bad.”

Gunfire and screaming still littered your ears as he leaned over, resting his head on your shoulder, “pretty sure you jinxed it this morning, when you mentioned the gate.”

You finally mustered a chuckle, “If there’s anything I know about you, Hyunjin, it’s that you overestimate my power.”

A shatter of glass sounded from inside the farmhouse, followed by more screaming. This time, you simply shut your eyes, no longer able to produce any more tears, “I’m…I’m so tired Hyunjin.”

He shook you lightly, and you tried focusing on his face, “You aren’t done yet. You don’t get to just give up like this. I won’t let you get taken out by these lunatics” He began to try to stand up again, his legs straining, “We need to get to safety.”

You shook your head, standing with ease before helping him up, “No, you need to get to safety. Find Chan, he’ll help you.” You looked determinedly at the window, “I need to go help whoever’s still inside.”

Then it hit you.

Changbin.

You prayed that Chan had already found him as you hoisted yourself up through the window, Hyunjin trying his best to help boost you up. You tumbled in, landing in the first floor bathroom.

You shook off the impact, before making your way towards the front room, where you heard the commotion.

What lay before you, was absolute chaos.

Jae and Jisung were both trying to hold off a more heavily built intruder, while Hyoseob focused on holding Changbin back. Thank god Hyoseob knew better than to let him fight.

Changbin made eye contact with you, and his face paled. What was he so scared of?

And then the intruder turned around.

It was Jiho. He narrowed his fox-like eyes at you before smirking. “Ah, good. I was looking for you.”

And before you could take a step, he grabbed Jisung by his hair and slammed his head against the wall, knocking him unconscious.

Your eyes widened, rage unlike you’ve ever felt erupted beneath your skin. Before you could think, you screamed, running at Jiho at full speed.

Normally you wouldn’t dare rush him like this, the man was twice your size. But he’s taken so much from you, and you were mad. Really mad.

He didn’t get a chance to stop you before you dove at him, throwing the two of you through the broken window. You could feel his flesh tear against the shards of broken glass still intact from the window frame, and you celebrated it.

You both landed on the porch in a sick thud. You sat up first, grabbing an arrow from your quiver and plunging it into his shoulder, missing his heart in your blind rage.

He roared in pain, before shaking you off. While you tried to get back on your feet, he ran, actually ran, away from you, avoiding the cars as he made his way towards the forest.

There was no way in hell you were letting him get away.

You blindly dashed after him, hardly noticing your surroundings in order to focus on the trail of blood he left behind in the snow. You spare a look behind you at the shrinking farmhouse, increasingly aware of the low chances you’d make it back.

But you had to do this.

Finally, after being led deep into the forest, you come across Jiho. He stood near the rosehips, his face smeared with a mad smile, the arrow still in his shoulder. “Well, this seems far enough.”

You looked around, there was no sight of the farmhouse, or even an end to the forest. He had you completely isolated.

“It’s time I came clean about something, Y/N.” His tone was taunting, clearly trying to egg you on, you wouldn’t pay it any mind.

You reached for your bow, stringing an arrow along it’s length, “Shut up, Jiho.”

He quirked a brow, “Oh? Even if it’s about your brother?”

You froze.

“Ahh…so I have your attention.” He cracked his knuckles. “I killed him. With my bare hands.”

Your breath became ragged, and your vision began to blur. Part of you suspected this, ever since the dinner, but you weren’t ready to face it.

“Do you have any idea how difficult it is to strangle your best friend to death?” he found your gaze, “It’s hard. Really hard. And you know what? I did it all for you.”

You faltered, holding your stomach to avoid throwing up. He made you feel so sick, just being in his presence and hearing these words made you feel like you were shrinking into nothing. “H-how could you?”

He looked frustrated, as if you should understand what he was saying. “No, Y/N, you don’t get it. I did it for you.” He tried to move closer, but you took a step back. “Your brother wasn’t comfortable with me pursuing you, he called me obsessed.”

This time you did throw up. You could distantly hear him continue to speak as you did.

“The world had become so dangerous, and you needed to be kept away from it all. You were mine and god forbid I let anyone get in the way of what’s mine.”

You stood back up, swaying slightly. He was much closer now.

“Do you hear me? Mine.”

At that, he reached out, pulling you close to him, your head helplessly trapped between his hands. You desperately clawed at his arms, trying to escape his grasp. He had you at his mercy, he could bash your head into something just like he did Jisung.

Then, he did something arguably much worse, or at least much worse to you-

He kissed you.

You screamed against his lips, feverishly pushing away, but his grip was tight. Tears began to spill down your cheeks as you felt his tongue graze your lip.

A voice so angry, it practically trembled, sounded from behind you,

“You piece of shit.”

Jiho’s eyes shot open, and you saw your chance.

You kneed him as hard as you could in his groin, sending him reeling backwards and the owner of the voice charged forwards from behind you with a heavy tree branch, bashing it into Jiho’s stomach, knocking the air from his lungs.

That fucking idiot. Your voice came out in a strangled cry, “Changbin! you shouldn’t be here.”

He looked back at you, anger fading momentarily, and he mouthed ‘I love you’. At that, he turned back around, diving onto the fallen Jiho, dealing even more of a severe beating than earlier, despite his injuries.

But it wasn't enough, Jiho was able to unearth himself, knocking Changbin back into the snow.

You ran forward, vision a blur of red and white as you tried to pull Changbin away in time.

But it was too late. The last thing you saw before skidding to a halt was Changbin being slammed into a tree, followed by another sickening crack. Consciousness gone in only a moment.

You could only stare as Jiho staggered, turning to face you again. “Do you see, Y/N? Do you see what happens when you don’t just listen?”

You couldn’t move. You felt frozen. The sight of Changbin made you want to scream.

And so you did.

You dug your heel as hard as you could into his shin, and he let out a cry of pain, falling to the ground.

“I was never yours. From the moment we met-”

You crawled on top of his fallen form, pinning his weakened arms above his head.

“To a moment from now, when you’re dead in the snow-”

You ripped the arrow from his shoulder, resulting in a pained gasp from your old friend.

“You never stood a chance.”

And you plunged the arrow into his heart, with all the strength you could muster, all the pain from the harm he’s done to your friends, to you, driving your arrow into the depth of his being.

Just like that, it was over. He was over.

You rolled off of him, increasingly more and more aware of a searing pain in your thigh. You laid in the snow for a moment, before looking down to see the knife that had originally been in Jiho’s belt, was now embedded in your thigh. You simply sighed, not finding it in yourself to care as you pulled it out, blood gushing from the wound shortly after.

You did your best to crawl to Changbin, who was now gaining consciousness against the log. He looked so tired, and yet so concerned. “Y/N…Get out of here, just…just leave me.”

You just kept crawling, eventually reaching his feet as you forced yourself to stand. “Changbin, we need…” You took a deep breath, feeling consciousness begin to slip away, “We…we need to go. Get back to the others.”

He was crying now, “Stop it! Y/N you’re dying!” His sobs racked his whole body, “You’re bleeding so bad…” His whimpers were pleading, “Please…”

You fell beside him, no longer able to stay upright. He looked pretty bad too. “I’m alright…I…” you shook your head, fighting the urge to pass out, “I think… I think I’ll just lie here with you… for a while.”

He felt him try to stand but he couldn’t. “Don’t do this to me Y/N. Don’t you dare do this to me.”

You felt your eyelids begin to droop as you curled into his chest, his warmth seeping into your skin, comforting you. “I love you so much, Changbin. I don’t think I’ve been able to tell you that yet.”

You could feel the wetness of his tears as he kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”

And then, you let the darkness take you.

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[taetaespeaches]

“It’s everything to lose.”

taehyung x reader/oc  (but also jimin x platonic reader/oc) genre: angst word count: 6K

a/n: well, this was a process to write lol. Basically, Peaches/reader and Tae are experiencing a mix of feelings due to their best friends’ (Jimin and Dear) break up. Fears of a possible relationship with each other are worsened, plus, Tae and Peaches are just sad because their closest friends are sad. Also, Peaches finally talks to Jimin for the first time after he broke up with Dear, so that’s a big part of this as well. And we get a brief moment between Peaches and Dear, our ride or die duo. Ok, that’s really it. I hope you all enjoy, and thanks so much for reading! :))

Grasping the back of your neck, you massaged your muscles as you yawned, your eyes set on the coffee percolating into the pot. You loved your best friend, and of course you wanted to be there for her, but her post-break up antics were beginning to wear on you as you failed to get accustomed to running on five or less hours of sleep night after night.

Leaning over the countertop, you looked through your most recent texts with your other best friend, Taehyung. The conversation, which started with him bragging about an amazing waffle he had just eaten, had turned a bit sour as you both defended opposing friends in their recent breakup.

It was hard to find common ground with the man these days, as he was on tour with the antagonist of your friends’ little drama, and you were in a constant state of being the shoulder to cry on for the dear protagonist. A sigh slipped from your lips as you scanned through the messages, the grumbling of the coffee pot sounding in the otherwise silent apartment.

You: He dumped her through text while he was away on tour. That’s fucking ridiculous and it’s cowardly.

Tae: You don’t know what’s going through his mind though.

You: There’s obviously not much going through his mind.

Tae: He’s your friend too.

You: And he broke my best friend’s heart.

Tae: I know that. I’m sorry, I hate this whole situation.

You: Me too. I’m sorry and I hate it too.

Tae: Is she at your place again?

You: No, I’m sure she will be but right now she’s out drinking with those stupid friends she has.

Tae: Oh….

You: Yeah. I’m anxious as fuck. I wanted to keep her from going out but you know, I can’t do that. She has to do what she’s gonna do.

Tae: I’m sorry to add to your stress.

Tae: She’ll be ok, Peaches.

You: No, it’s ok, you could never truly add to my stress. You’re my comfort, Tae, you know that.

Tae: I’m sorry you’re caught in the middle like this.

You: I’m sorry you are too. I’m gonna try to get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, have a good night, Dearest.

Tae: Sweet dreams, Peaches.

Craving for two seconds away from the ongoing story of your friends’ turbulent romance, you scrolled up on your text conversation with Tae, a faint smile appearing on your lips at the photo of a waffle the size of the plate it sat upon, followed by a photo of Taehyung shoving a massive bite into his mouth.

Tae: It’s definitely big enough for the both of us but since you’re not here I guess I’ll have to manage it alone.

Tae: I miss sharing breakfast foods with you.

Tae: Never mind, this is so good, I’m glad you’re not here to eat it all.

Your brief moment of relief was broken when your screen changed to display a caller you were not prepared to speak to. Guilt and anxiety settled into your stomach as your breathing hitched slightly at the image of his name and photo. The contact ID reminded you of simpler times, the man pulling a silly expression with his chin tucked into his neck to give himself two of them. He had called you a few times the past couple days, but you’d consistently ignored them, trying to avoid hearing the voice of the man you considered one of your closest friends.

You almost didn’t answer again. Looking to the room your best friend slept in, a serious hangover awaiting her on the other side of slumber, your thumb pressed on the green circular button on the right side of the screen.  

Pausing a moment, you shook your head before raising the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice hushed as to not wake up the girl a few rooms away. A rush of air sounded through the phone, as if the man was sighing in relief, but that was the only response you received. “Jimin,” you sighed.

“Hey,” he spoke quietly, defeat coating his tone. He must not have had the strength to pretend to be ok.  

Another awkward pause ensued, both of you waiting for the other to break the silence first. With another sigh, you stood up straight, turning your back to the counter as you leaned against it. “Can you say something?” You asked.

“I don’t know what to say,” he admitted lamely, you licking your lips which became quite dry suddenly.  

“You called me,” you pointed out, annoyance in your words that wasn’t intentional but was true to your current mood. “You’ve been calling me for days, but you don’t know what to say?”

“I didn’t think you’d answer,” he said shakily, and you were sure there were tears bubbling up in his eyes.

Hearing the sadness in his tone, you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to conceal your own emotions in response to his tone. You weren’t sure your feelings even mattered right then. “Well I answered,” you told him, in a sort of assurance. Assurance of what, neither of you were sure, but it allowed Jimin a small sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” the man whispered, causing you to clench your teeth to hold back your pity and consideration for him as you turned back around to the coffee machine.

“Don’t thank me,” you told him, a slight anger behind your tone. “What do you want to say? I have errands I need to run.”  

As Jimin prepared his words, going through his mind to figure out exactly why he was calling you, you patiently waited, halting your movements as your hand sat on the handle of the coffee pot. You knew he needed time to gather his thoughts, and though you were angry with him, you cared for him enough to give him that. “I just miss you,” he admitted, a crack in his voice indicating the earnest admission.

Taking in a shaky breath, you let it out in a wobbly exhale. “Of course I miss you too,” you said honestly. You refused to lie to him about that. “But I don’t want to talk to you, Jimin.”

His words tumbled out of him bitterly, but it was shrouded in frustration, which you believed to be with himself. “You were my friend first,” he said, uncertain whether he regretted the comment or not.

“I’m still your friend,” you told him adamantly, though your voice was still quiet.  

“Then please talk to me,” he begged, almost desperate for the affection you normally showed him. Well, that you showed him before he broke your best friend’s heart.

“I can’t,” you told him trying to sound stern, but your exhausted state ruining your feeble attempt to put up a front.

A sniffle sounded through the phone, adding to the heaviness in your heart. “Why not?”

Holding the phone to your ear with one hand, you moved your other from the coffee pot to the top of your head as you scratched your roots in frustration and distress. “I can’t risk saying something awful to you,” you confessed through an unsteady voice. And that was it. You were angry with him, but you didn’t want to hurt him. “I love you, you’re one of my favorite people on this entire planet, Jimin,” you cried, your sniffling giving away your emotion to the man on the other side of the phone.

“I’m sorry,” he told you in a rush as you wiped away a tear.

“I see her every day,” you told Jimin in a whisper, ensuring your voice was too low for your friend to hear you if she suddenly awoke. However, you were sure the quietness of your voice was giving away that the woman he still loved was just feet away from you; just feet away from the conversation currently taking place, asleep in your spare bedroom. “I’m so mad at you, Jimin, god I’m mad at you,” your voice suddenly broke, no longer able to hold back the pent-up emotions. If Jimin��s thoughts had strayed to the girl nearby, the sound of your distressed voice surely brought him back to the present conversation; the present state of your friendship. “I need to process all of this before I talk to you because I love you and I can’t say something I’ll regret or something I don’t mean,” you explained as tears spilled over your lash line.

“I understand,” he said roughly, clearing his voice right after as if he was trying to pull himself together for your sake.

“I just-” You paused, holding your breath as you attempted to swallow more tears. “I need time so I can forgive you,” you told him sadly, clenching your fist together as you tried to steady your breathing. “I’m sorry,” you told him, your voice just above a whisper.

“Please don’t apologize,” he begged, choking back a sob. “I get it, take your time,” he assured you. “I’m really sorry for doing this,” he admitted sadly. The man sounded regretful and broken, your pity for him swirling around in the whirlwind of emotions you were currently experiencing. “All of it.”

You knew that was true. You knew he still loved her. And you knew he felt immense guilt for what he did to her, you, Taehyung, your whole friend unit, but mostly her. That much was obvious.  

“I do miss you,” you assured him through a small whimper, choosing to give him the reassurance rather than responding to his apology. “I won’t be mad forever.”

“I miss you too,” he told you sorrowfully. “I’ll be here whenever your feelings change.”

With that, you ended the call, leaving Jimin alone in his hotel room. Setting the phone to the counter, you wiped your face once more before grabbing the handle of the coffee pot, pouring some into the mug you had taken out earlier.

Thinking upon your conversation with Jimin, you wanted nothing more than to scream at him; tell him what an idiot he was. But you also wanted to wrap him up in a hug and tell him that he would be ok. You were my friend first. You scoffed, thinking of his remark, though a tear slid down your cheek. You wanted to be there for your friend, but how could you be when your other friend was just down the hallway, passed out after a night of trying to numb her heartache through the use of alcohol? He caused that pain. You were right to be mad at him… weren’t you?

It was almost astonishing how things, seemingly meant to be, could fall apart right before your eyes. Things weren’t always easy for Jimin and your friend, but they loved each other. One would think that love would be enough to get them through. But maybe love isn’t enough. Maybe fate isn’t enough.

Fate. Soulmates. They’re interesting concepts. Souls destined to find each other. But the rhetoric surrounding these notions don’t suggest that you’ll end up together.

But maybe if Jimin and your friend could see past everything that went wrong, they would find something worth fighting for still. It wasn’t simple, but it could be simpler for them.  

Something also simple but not simple at all was you and Taehyung. More and more recently, you had been realizing how much you love him. Maybe you both were meant to be together too. Tied together by the fate of your souls. But seeing how things can fall apart, perhaps it’s more risk than it’s worth. Wasn’t it better to have Tae in your life in the role of your best friend than it was to complicate things and lose him? You couldn’t lose him. You wouldn’t let yourself.

You sniveled as you brought the coffee to your lips, making an attempt at a deep breath before taking a sip. Your emotions needed to be locked down by the time your friend awoke. However, that concern came too late as two arms wrapped around your middle, the surprise affection causing you to jump in start.

The presence of her limbs were tentative as he she carefully rested the side of her face against your back. Breathing out in a huff, you relaxed a bit. “Jesus,” you spoke softly, but your friend gave you no response. Alarm bells went off in your head as her body trembled just slightly against yours. “You ok?” You asked, setting the mug down carefully.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobbed against you, and as your mind went into high alert, your heart plummeted into your gut. Immediately, you turned in her arms, wrapping your own around the back of her head, holding her impossibly close to you. Sorry?

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you assured her, leaving a kiss to the side of her head on the top of her hair. “Absolutely nothing.”

“My behavior last night could use an apology,” she admitted, causing you to smile slightly though she couldn’t see it with her face buried against your neck.

“Well, maybe that,” you teasingly agreed, thinking back to the few hours earlier in which you had to drive to the club she was at because she had broken down on the dance floor. All anger, if there was any to begin with, however, had completely dissolved when you pulled up outside the establishment to find her sitting against the wall in the cold, mascara stains down her cheeks as she sobbed about how much her heart hurt. “But are you even apologizing for that?” You asked her, realizing she must have heard you on the phone with her ex.

“Partially,” she cried harder. She knew the strain the breakup had put on all four of you, and though it wasn’t her fault, she still felt guilty. You knew she did. Her heart was too soft for her to not take some sort of blame.

Allowing her to cry in your arms, you moved your hand to the back of her head as you tried to make her feel safe. “You’re gonna be ok,” you whispered to her repeatedly in a gentle tone.

After a few moments, she pulled away to look at you, your thumbs moving to her cheeks to wipe the tears away, though more continued to fall, quickly replacing them.

“How is he?” She suddenly asked you, her lip trembling as she held back a sob.

Scanning her features carefully, you debated your answer. If you told her he was ok, it would make her feel pitiful for not being ok, plus it would be a lie. If you told her he wasn’t ok, it could possibly hurt her even more. Locking your eyes on her pleading ones, you sighed. “About as good as you,” you told her simply, holding back your own tears as she broke down, your arms wrapping around her shoulders to bring her close once again.

Placing a hand back against her head, you held her to you tightly. “Why does that make me feel worse?” She asked against your shoulder, her voice muffled from your sweatshirt.

“Oh babe,” you spoke softly near her ear, a tear slipping from the inner corner of your eye. “Because you still love him.”

You weren’t sure if you should have said that, but it was true. And maybe if she heard it from you, she would face those feelings. As she cried against you, your mind raced over everything that had happened that morning already. Everyone was so broken, and suddenly your mind found its way to Taehyung. Because he was the only one you wanted to talk to in that moment. He was your comfort.

But what if you didn’t have him anymore? Two people as meant to be as Jimin and the girl in your arms couldn’t even make it work. Add in your fickleness in love, and where did that leave your odds at success with Tae? You refused to break him, and you couldn’t lose him. You just couldn’t.

Hauling your groceries through your apartment, your phone started ringing in your pocket. Rushing to the kitchen, you set the bags on the floor before grabbing the device, finding Tae on the other side of the video call.

Accepting it, you waited for his face to appear on the screen before greeting him. “Hi,” you answered in a huff, Tae immediately chuckling at your hectic state.

“Hey,” he greeted, “Are you busy?”

“No,” you shook your head, dropping the phone to the counter just after speaking the word, causing the man to giggle further. “Just got home from grocery shopping,” you told him as you discarded your bag off your shoulder and onto the countertop. Taehyung hummed in response just as you propped the phone up against the side of your bag, situating it so he could see you as you stood in your kitchen.

“Did you get anything fun?” He asked, as you scanned the bags on the floor.

“Um,” you cut yourself off with a yawn, “I got those cookies you like,” you spoke through your exhale, looking at him through the screen to take in his appearance. “You look handsome,” you told him, the man smiling slightly at you as you stared at his still damp hair atop his head, giving away that he had showered recently.

“You tired?” He asked suddenly, being met with your groan as you stared down at the groceries without moving. “What happened last night?”

“Well, she went out with those friends and of course it was too soon for her to be out partying and I had to pick her up at 2 am outside of the club because she had a break down,” you ranted to him as you knelt down to begin taking items out of the grocery bags.

“Jesus,” he sighed, your eyebrows raising at his response.

“What?” You questioned defensively, piling items onto the floor as you emptied all the bags.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” he tried to evade your anger. “I’m assuming she’s not there right now?”

“No, she went back to her place for a bit,” you told him. “What was with the judgmental tone just now?” You pressed.

Looking up at the phone, you watched as shook his hair out with his hand. “It’s just, that’s not really fair to you, is it?”

Scoffing at him, you stood, not bothering to look at the phone as you brought some juice and a few other items to the refrigerator.

“I just mean, you deserve some rest,” he added. “A break maybe.”  

“Well I don’t get a break because your best friend broke up with mine and she’s devastated,” you said coldly, shutting the fridge door and turning back to face the device.

“He’s your friend too,” he reminded you, his eyebrows raised, causing you roll your eyes.

“I know that,” you said in annoyance. “But you don’t see what she’s going through every day,” you pointed out, feeling protective over your friend and her broken heart.

Reaching to grab a box of crackers off the floor, you headed toward the cupboard as Taehyung told you, “You really should talk to him.”

Letting out a dry laugh, you nodded to yourself. “Tae, she’s my best friend,” you reminded him once more.

“I get that, but he’s your friend too,” he repeated, causing you to sigh. “He’s going through stuff too,” he added. You wanted to scoff, but if you were being honest with yourself, your anger towards Jimin had diminished significantly since speaking to him briefly that morning.

“Well,” you thought out loud, facing the man once more. Folding your arms over your ribcage, you shrugged. “I’m sure he is but he did this,” you said, trying to remain firm in your coldness.

You were met with the sound of Taehyung breathing out slowly as his eyes stayed locked on you. “That’s not really fair, he’s hurting too,” Taehyung defended his friend.

“I love Jimin,” you clarified. “But I don’t have time to think about him when she’s at my place all the time because she can’t handle being alone in her own apartment for a single night,” you told him, staring at him as you waited for him to respond. Taehyung ran his tongue over his bottom lip as you sighed. “I know Jimin is hurting, but she is too. And it’s bad, Tae,” you told him sadly.

Taehyung sighed as you stared at him through the phone, waiting for his next words. “I know, I don’t mean to be insensitive to her. I know he hurt her, I get that. I’m just here with him and he’s a fucking mess,” Tae huffed. “I don’t know what to do,” he admitted sadly, giving you a defeated shrug.

Stepping closer to the phone, you shook your head slowly. “I don’t either,” you admitted. You both sat in silence for a moment, watching each other through opposite sides of the phone, your remaining groceries still waiting on the floor.

Taehyung was the first to break the silence, asking, “What are you thinking?”

Sighing, you ran your hands over your face. “I don’t even know, I’m just-” you stopped yourself, not sure if you should speak your next words; because of the implication to you and Tae.

“What is it?” He pressed, resituating himself on the bed as he sat laid across a pillow, his head supported by his hand. “Peaches,” he said gently, causing you to relent.

“Maybe they shouldn’t have ever gone from friends to more,” you thought aloud, Tae’s silence feeling heavy on your heart as he tried his best to keep his face from giving away any emotion.

“You think?” He asked simply, his feigned indifference covering up the hurt you knew was there.

“It’s just a hard leap to make,” you explained, leaning against the counter on your elbows, holding your chin in your hands. “If it doesn’t work, this is where it leaves you.” Your eyes were glued to the phone as you watched him carefully. Suddenly, you felt angry at these fucking phone companies who couldn’t make a better camera or give you a better connection to be able to read the emotions flashing through his eyes and features more closely.

“Sometimes it works though,” he told you quietly, his voice nearly shaking, almost as if he was meekly defending himself.

A lump formed in your throat that you didn’t believe you’d be able to ever swallow, knowing you were the cause of the sadness he was feeling. “But if it doesn’t, that’s a lot to lose,” you argued, your voice faint as the emotions sat in your vocal chords.

“But it can work,” he said a bit louder than his last comment, his voice more assured as he licked his lips.

“Tae,” you sighed, cocking your head to the side just slightly. You both knew you were no longer talking about your friends’ experience with moving from friends to lovers. There had never been any confirmation from either you or Taehyung, but sometimes it seemed as though there was an unspoken understanding of how you both thought of each other.

“Look at Jin,” Taehyung countered, pointing to the fact that Jin and his old friend had successfully added romance to their relationship over a year earlier. “They’re doing really well, they’re happy.”

“Tae,” you called out to him gently, attempting to swallow as your eyes shined with emotion. When he responded with his silence, his sad eyes scanning over your features carefully, you chewed on your bottom lip as you attempted to hold in your emotion. “It’s a lot to lose,” you whispered, holding his gaze. “It’s everything to lose,” you added, blinking a few times as Taehyung looked down to the bed and began picking at the comforter. A few seconds of silence went by and you didn’t realize you were holding your breath until you suddenly exhaled, feeling breathless and tired. “Dearest,” you addressed him softly.

“No, you’re right,” he said half-heartedly, keeping his eyes directed downward. “It is everything to lose,” he agreed with a small nod, looking up to you.

“Everything, Tae,” you emphasized, hoping he would recognize that he was everything to you.

“You really should talk to Jimin,” he changed the topic, his tone stronger as he seemed to easily move on from your unspoken confessions. Inhaling deeply, you nodded slowly, standing up straight before moving back to the groceries. Trying to shake yourself out of the conversation that just took place, you spotted the cookies sitting on the floor.

“I’ll think about it,” you replied before reaching for the package. “I’m not gonna save you any of these,” you teased, holding them up for him to see as his lips spread into a mildly amused grin.

“Well I didn’t save you any of the waffle so it’s only fair,” he played along, both of you pushing aside the tension between you both once more.

You would think about talking to Jimin, you meant that. But it would be hard to think of anything but Taehyung.  

With your thumb hovering over the call button, you sighed deeply as you tried to muster up some courage. Lowering your digit to the phone screen before you could change your mind, you nervously raised the device to your ear.

The rings were deafeningly loud as you awaited the answer, running your hand through your hair and chewing on your bottom lip; nervous gestures.

“Hey,” Jimin greeted suddenly, his voice appearing breathless as if he rushed to the phone.

“Why’d you do it?” You asked him, skipping greetings and pleasantries. A moment of silence encased the phone call before Jimin sighed.

“I don’t even fucking know anymore,” he said, a sob following the words as if he had been sitting on the edge of a break down for days; weeks. The confusion and heartbreak in his tone shattered your heart, filling you with guilt for evading his calls and texts for so long. “I don’t know if there was even a valid reason and I regret it so much.”

“I don’t understand what happened,” you admitted, thinking back upon their relationship and what they had revealed to you.

“Me either,” he barely spoke through his cracked voice. “I don’t know, it’s like, as secure as we made each other feel, it was like we could never fully rid ourselves of our own insecurities,” he explained through his cries. “I fucked up, didn’t I?” He asked as he held back tears.

“Oh Jimin,” you sighed, realizing what drove them apart. And suddenly, you had the urge to wrap them both up in hugs because in an instant, there was nowhere to place the blame you were previously placing on Jimin. It was both their faults, and also no one’s fault. Jimin had made the wrong move, your best friend didn’t make enough moves, and yet they were both just victims to their own intrusive perceptions of themselves.

“Our own shit just got in the way and-” he let out a harsh breath. “When I sent the text I immediately regretted it and I was just trying to convince myself that it was for the best,” he sniffled. “And I was about to take it all back and beg for forgiveness, fuck, I was thinking about leaving tour and coming back to her so we could fix whatever the fuck was causing all of this shit between us,” he paused as his cries took over.

“Why didn’t you take it all back?” You asked him.

You collected up the patience as you gave him time the time to think back on the breakup. “All of a sudden, she just stopped fighting,” he said sadly. “We were always fighting for each other, and she finally stopped. And I don’t know, I think it kind of cemented the idea that I did the right thing. It hurt, and it felt wrong, but she accepted the breakup and gave up.”

“Fuck, Jimin,” you held back your tears at the defeat in his voice. “She didn’t stop fighting for you, she just didn’t have enough fight left in her to take on your insecurities any longer,” you told him.  

“What’s even the difference?” He asked. “Whether she stopped fighting willfully, or whether I took the fight out of her,” he scoffed, “I became too much for her.”

“I don’t think you could ever be too much for her,” you assured him. “Look, do you want me to speak to you compassionately or truthfully?” You asked, the question being met with a dry laugh.

“You’re always compassionate, but I want the truth,” he told you, you nodding though he couldn’t see it.

“You fucked up,” you told him, “but also I don’t think this is entirely your fault,” you quickly added. With a sigh, you thought out loud. “How do I word this?” you pondered. “You two are two of the most incredible people I’ve ever known and yet, you guys can’t fucking see it.”

Jimin scoffed, making you roll your eyes. “I said I was speaking truthfully, so just listen to me and try to actually hear what I’m saying for once,” you told him, the man agreeing to listen by giving you his silence. “You see how incredible she is and that makes you insecure because you don’t see yourself living up to what she deserves. And it’s the same for her, she doesn’t think she can be what you need and what you want, despite you assuring her constantly that she’s everything to you. And that holds you both back from being exactly what the other person wants,” you paused for a moment, letting the words permeate Jimin’s brain. “If you two could just be who you are and give each other that version of yourselves, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” you explained to him. “She fell in love with you, she just wants you.”

“Fuck,” he sobbed, the pained understanding echoing in his single expression. “But I fucked it up, I hurt her and I don’t think we can fix it this time.”

“I truly do not understand how you can be so wrong about this all the fucking time,” you groaned. “She is in love with you,” you told him, enunciating the words carefully. “You hurt her, and you hurt her bad, but she hasn’t given up on you,” you told him. “Whether she admits it or not, she’s waiting for you to fix it,” you informed the man. “So fucking fix it. Stop holding yourself back and just be happy, Jimin.”

“I don’t know if-”

“Be happy,” you interrupted him. “Stop being so idiotic and just fight for your happiness. Fight for hers,” you begged him, frustration over both of your friends’ moronic actions getting the best of your patience. “You both deserve each other because you’re both the best,” you went on, trying to convey to the man how strongly you felt he and the girl you both adored belonged with each other.

“She still loves me?” He asked, being met with another one of your groans. “Sorry, I just, she does?”

“Do you still love her?” You asked, knowing the answer but wanting him to speak it out loud so maybe he could truly hear it.

“With all of me,” he admitted sadly, a sniffle following the words, allowing you to visualize the tears running down his cheeks in that moment.  

“Do you really think that’s one sided?” You asked him.  

“I really don’t know,” he admitted, a small sigh leaving your lips.  

“It’s so simple but you guys make it so complicated,” you complained, the man giving you the slightest chuckle in the form of a single exhale. “You both lost the fight, but you didn’t lose the fight for each other, you lost it to yourselves. Does that make sense?” You asked.

“I think so?” He said, thought it came out as a question.

“You guys were defeated by your own insecurities. It’s not like you chose to give up on her, just like she didn’t choose to give up on you. You both just feel hopeless right now, that’s-”

“It’s not hopeless?” He asked, and despite the negative comment, there was a renewed optimism in his tone that lifted your lips into a faint smile.

“No,” you shook your head. “It’s not hopeless.” You both sat in silence, nothing but your breaths sounding into the phone receivers. “I’ll talk to her,” you assured him. “If I get any sense that she doesn’t want you anymore, I’ll let you know and I’ll be full of apologies and you can hate me forever,” you told him.

“I could never hate you,” he scoffed.

“But if I’m right, which I know I am, Jimin, I know it,” you assured him, “then you need to find that hope and bring it back to her.”

With a sigh, Jimin agreed with a simple, “ok.”

“Ok,” you replied. “Fix it.”

“I hope I can,” he spoke softly, his voice still sad, but much less defeated than the start of the conversation.

“Hope is enough right now,” you told him.

“Thank you for finally talking to me,” he said, a hint of a smile evident in his voice.

“Thank Tae,” you corrected. “He talked me into it.”

“He really is the only one who can cut through your stubbornness, huh?” He asked teasingly, you chuckling lightly in response.

“I guess he is,” you agreed.

“Speaking of simple but making it complicated though,” Jimin noted, drawing upon your earlier words, and reflecting them back on you and your relationship with Taehyung.

“Tae and I aren’t complicated,” you negated Jimin’s observation, only to be met with a disbelieving laugh. “We aren’t,” you remained firm. “I know it seems complicated but, when it comes down to it, it’s the simplest thing ever.”

“Ok, break it down for me then,” Jimin asked for your elaboration. “How is it simple?”

“Because at the end of the day, we just love each other. So much so, that we’ll do anything to keep one another in each other’s lives,” you explained. “And that makes my relationship the simplest, easiest relationship I’ve ever had.”

Jimin hummed in return, thinking over your words. “That does sound simple, I guess,” he agreed. “But are you happy?”

You paused for a moment, surprised by the question. Were you? Were you fulfilled with Tae’s role in your life as you went and dated other people, finishing each escapade craving for more, anxious for the night to be over so you could call Taehyung and hear his voice as he expressed whatever was on his mind? The truth was, no one was or ever would be Taehyung. No matter how great they were, no matter how smart, kind, funny, genuine they were, they would never be him. But Taehyung was in your life, and maybe that was enough. So, were you happy? Turns out that’s the most complicated question you could have been asked.

“This isn’t about me,” you told Jimin with a small smile.

“Hey,” he said gently. “Are you happy?”

“I’m not unhappy,” you said assuredly. That was true, for sure.

“But is that happy?” Jimin pressed, causing you to sigh in annoyance.

“It’s happy enough,” you told him. “But one of us has to be happy, right?” You turned it back on him.

Jimin breathed out your name, but you dismissed him. “This is about you right now,” you told him. “If you fix things on your end, then we can entertain a discussion about my happiness, ok?” You asked him, though it wasn’t really a topic up for debate which he understood.

“Deal,” he agreed with a light chuckle.

Happiness, you thought. What was it? You were sure it was different for everyone. Just as you were sure it comes from many different sources. For you, though, your main source of happiness was seeing Taehyung smile. His happiness mattered most in terms of your relationship. And if he was happy being your friend and having you as his, then you were happy. Happy enough.

If he wasn’t happy… well, something would have to be done about that.

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Hiyaa, I'm so sorry for bothering you!! I really like your blog and what you write, read your works several times lol. One that I found really cute was the cadet reader one where she punches Levi and breaks his nose (poor bebe), so I was wondering if we could get like a second part to that with them doing all the paperwork and stuff and how things go down from there.

If you don't want to or don't take requests atm it's no biggie

Have a nice day and take care!!

Aw omg hiiii you’re not bothering me at all! Thank you sm for the support! I can definitely do a second part :)

Summary: Levi and you do paperwork in his office

Word Count: 1.6K

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You leaned heavily on the counter over the kitchen sink, your hair falling loose from your pony tail as you looked down the drain. The rest of your squad was out in the dining hall eating dinner, meanwhile you were going to be stuck with your cranky captain, who almost certainly had a death wish for you now. You swallowed thickly, eyeing the cook who was still dishing out dinner, you considered grabbing a plate. But any hunger you had felt earlier in the afternoon had dissipated since your incident. You knew that you should probably eat a little something, since the last time you had eaten was lunch, which was well over five hours ago. You huffed in frustration as you pushed off the sink and continued preparing the tea. You had only ever prepared the captain’s tea three times. Once when Moblit was too busy helping Hange, and the other two on the captain’s orders. The first time he had told you it was shitty and “too sweet” so the next two times you forewent the honey and just gave it to him black. He seemed more pleased with this than the last time, and even requested that you bring him another tray that next evening. You’d felt both honored and annoyed, having lost a significant chunk of your rare personal time.

But now you just felt plain nervous. You hadn’t ever injured anyone this badly during training before. Hurting your fellow human beings was not high on your list of priorities, aka the main reason why you chose to join the scouting regiment over the other two divisions of the military. You shot one last glance through the window into the dining hall, where other soldiers were all chowing down, meanwhile the sound of the tea kettle whistling caught your attention. You turned and brought the kettle off the heat and  placed the tea leaves into the cups. Once the water had cooled off a bit you poured it into the cups that only Levi was allowed to use, and watched the leaves swirl in the hot water. 

As you waited for the tea to steep, you turned and began to search for a tray to carry it on. By the time you found one, the tea was steeped perfectly, so you wasted no time loading it up and walking briskly up the stairs towards Levi’s office. 

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Levi sat on the counter of his bathroom, which was connected to his office and private quarters, inspecting his nose. The cut on the bridge of his nose had already begun to scab over, and his nose had stopped bleeding all together. He’d broken his nose more times than he would’ve liked, thanks to his upbringing. He slid off of the counter and stalked back into his office, the usual stack of paperwork still piled high. Erwin had been pestering him to find a cadet to help with the work, much like Hange had done so many years ago with Moblit. Other squad leaders also recruited the help of their cadets but Levi would rather not spend his “free time” with the brats, much like he knew that most of them wouldn’t want to spend their free time with him. He wasn’t sure what had come over him when he had asked you to join him for the evening, almost instantly regretting the order. But the way that you didn’t seem to deflate at the order, and even going above his expectations with offering to make tea, made the evening seem a bit more enticing. 

He slipped his jacket off and hung it neatly over the back of his chair before sinking down into the uncomfortable wooden seat. He sighed and began to sift through the papers, organizing them into piles, one pile for you to work on, since his signature was the last step to completion. Another pile that was for himself, this one containing more serious documents. A small knock on his door made him glance up from his work. 

“Name and business.” He said, although he was certain it was you, due to it being right around dinnertime. 

“(Y/n), here with your tea and to do paperwork sir!” You’re voice was muffled by the door, Levi knew that is was locked, so he had to get up and open the door for you. He pulled the door open and stepped back, silently inviting you in. You nodded in thanks, eyes lingering on his nose. Levi watched you closely as you placed the tray onto his desk, careful of the documents, which he was grateful for. He rounded his desk and dropped into his chair once more, as you handed him his tea, he took the cup from you in that peculiar way of his and inhaled the aroma. After a tense beat, he took a sip and gave you a curt nod. You felt your shoulders sag in relief and  you sank down into one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk. Levi took one last sip of his tea before placing it off to the side, he pushed a stack of papers towards you wordlessly and then produced a pen from one of the drawers in his desk. You began to flip through the papers, deciding that it was best to stay quiet and let Levi make the first attempts at conversation, seeing as you had broken his nose after all. 

Levi watched as you took the work in stride, skimming through papers, scratching down words when needed. You were working efficiently and he couldn’t have asked for more. But why was the silence that he’d been craving all day so very....annoying? He risked glancing up at you, face devoid of any particular emotion as you looked down at your work. Your hair was falling loose from it’s ponytail, causing some rouge pieces to obscure your vision. You let out a heavy sigh, causing your hair to flutter off your cheek briefly before falling back into your line of sight. Levi frowned, normally you were one of the more lively cadets under his command. Alongside Jean, Connie, and Sasha that is. It was concerning, seeing you so quiet and absorbed in the work, when he knew that it was nearly impossible to capture your focus for more than twenty minutes at a time. He hadn’t realized how long he had been staring until you looked up at him, eyes a bit wide and questioning as you met his steady gaze. He cleared his throat a bit awkwardly and looked back down at his papers, embarrassed at being caught. 

“Something wrong captain?” Your voice was smooth as honey and unwavering, something Levi found a bit disarming, given how jumpy and antsy you could be. 

“As you were.” Was all he said, with a flick of his wrist as he tried to play off his staring. 

“Hm okay then” you mumbled before returning to the paperwork at hand. A few more minutes of silence ensued before you placed your pen down and leaned back into the chair and stretched your arms above your head. A loud pop came from somewhere in your body and you sighed with relief. 

“That’s terrible for your joints.” Levi scolded as you twisted to grab the back of the chair and further pop your back. 

“How could something feel so good and be bad for you?” You countered as you twisted to crack the other side of your back, a wry grin on your face. Levi scoffed in slight dissatisfaction before attempting to refocus. 

“I’m almost done with my pile, do you need anything else from me while I’m here?” You asked as you placed another finished document onto the stack that was quickly rising in altitude. 

“Hm, no not tonight.” Levi said, his eyes still trained on his paper as he skimmed through it. Your brows raised at his words, implying that you would be coming back another night. 

“Not tonight?” You asked after beat. He hummed in agreement and added the page to his own finished pile of documents. 

“As in we will be doing more of this?” You asked, not ready to drop the topic just yet. 

“That is what I implied was it not cadet?” Levi asked with an exhausted sigh. You cocked your head to the side as you watched him work. 

“So...you need me again tomorrow night?” You mumbled, not sure how you felt about all of this. Of course you had offered to do him favors, you’d broken his nose, but getting stuck with him for the rest of god knows how long was a bit daunting. 

“Yes, and the night after that.” Levi said dully as his pen scratched against the paper. 

“Why so often? There isn’t nearly that much paperwork.” You pressed, leaning onto the desk in an attempt to get his full attention. 

“Hm no there isn’t but Erwin’s been pestering me about taking on a personal assistant.” His insinuation made you both fear the future and excited for it. Being Levi’s personal assistant could boost your reputation, but at what cost? You inhaled sharply, determination flowing through you to be a better assistant than Moblit, who was practically a pro at this point. 

“I’ll be your personal assistant captain.” you said eagerly, he looked up slowly, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched. 

The sight of you sitting before him with a bright smile calmed him some, he had been worried that you wouldn’t have been ready for the task. He knew that at times he could be...difficult. So seeing you ready to tackle the challenge was reassuring, he nodded stiffly before looking back down at his work, hoping that the relief wasn’t as easy to spot on his face as it felt. 

“Very well then, I expect you here every evening ready for paperwork.” He tried to sound callous but it came out rather soft. 

“Of course sir.” you hummed as you also returned back to your work. 

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I’m not sure if I want this to be a romantic type of thing or more of a soft platonic relationship lol. If you guys want more of this specify the relationship and I will gladly continue this :)