#because my ass of a teacher just decided that because she called in sick a few times *we're* going to have to catch up now

[mixtape-racha]

YAYYYYYY 100 followersssss :) im so happy for youuuuu :)))))

okay, here is my request... hehe, im suchhh a sucker for hurt comfort and I loveeee fem 9th member au's. but like not smut or like fwb, just like a really juicy story y'know? I haven't been able to find any of those two categories combined tho, especially into like a longer fic, like it's always in the hundreds (I would love it if it was a little longer, no pressure tho :). literally, anything works, from some kinda mess up on stage to maybe you messing up a relationship w a member??? idk. I'm letting ur thoughts run wild here... THANK YOU AND CONGRATSSSS

(im sorry im really vague in requests lol)

YAYYYY THO IM LIKE REALLYYYY PROUD OF YOU<<<3333 LOV U BB KEEP DOING WHAT YOU DOOOO

thank you so much my lovely bae!! ilysm and i hope i did this request justice!! i kind of went off on a tangent and got carried away with the plot waaa &lt;3

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sorry seems to be the hardest word

pairing: ot8 x fem!9th member!reader

warnings: angst, hurt comfort, reader snapping at the members, reader being physically unwell, fluff at the end

words: 2.29k

everything was going wrong today, and you truly meant every. fucking. thing.

somehow, you had managed to turn your alarm off the night before (probably because you fell asleep while on your phone, accidentally calling your mom in you sleep in the process), and none of the guys took the initiative to wake you up when they got up.

okay, sure, you couldn’t blame them entirely. you were a grown woman, and you could look after yourself. but weren’t you supposed to be a team? eight other people surrounding you, and none of them thought to check on you? especially when you were usually up and alert before they were? no, instead they were all out the door without even knocking to see if you were feeling okay. so much for being your brothers and best friends.

so god forbid, you were late this morning. you managed to turn up at the company for your vocal lessons only ten minute late, but it felt awful as you’d never been late before. you were so incredibly lucky to get the opportunity to debut with skz, especially joining the group later in their career and being the only girl. you wanted to do everything perfectly to show that you deserved to be where you were, and with the way today was shaping out you were so disappointed with yourself.

but then - it got worse. you, in your rush to leave the dorms, had forgotten your sheet music, leaving your vocal teacher to be short and snappy with you. yeah, you brought it up on your phone instead, but she was strict, and a firm believer in “good old-fashioned pen and paper over your silly little radio devices nowadays”. her attitude towards you for the remainder of your lesson affected you more than you liked to admit - excusing yourself to the bathroom to have a little cry before you headed to the studio.

for some reason, none of your schedules were properly coordinated today, leaving jisung to be the one in the studio with you - rather than chan, like usual -  while you recorded your lines for the demos to be sent to the company later in the month, when you’d decide the songs for the new album you had upcoming later in the year.

jisung was always the nicest to you, especially when he could tell you were having a rough day - you were both very alike in that sense, very attentive towards each other as if you could tell what the other was feeling. 

however, it seemed today that something had crawled up his ass and died. he was almost as snappy as your vocal teacher, and you were quite frankly sick of it. you kept messing up your lines; whether from the stress or the ache building in your throat (god you hoped you weren’t getting sick), you weren’t sure. but clearly, jisung wouldn’t stand for it.

“honestly, (y/n), you might as well just call it a day and come back to this with chan-hyung another day. i need to get on with other stuff.” he sighed, dismissively, as you bit back the tears fighting to escape your eyes. he wouldn’t even look at you, and your stomach was doing somersaults. was he really that mad? surely he could see how hard you were trying.

but instead of confronting him, you just grabbed your belongings and left after silently agreeing. no one answered your message on the group chat when you asked if anyone was down to get lunch together, even though you could see basically everyone had read it, so you retreated to the canteen alone before you had to go to practice with the boys.

as the ache in your throat spread to your joints, fatigue plaguing you, you trudged up to the practice room for rehearsals with the boys. you were learning a new dance - in fact, the already chosen title track for the new album, and deep down you were dreading it. it was more difficult than you had imagined, and definitely aimed more towards moves the boys could do compared to you. you loved the boys, but sometimes you felt like they forgot that men and women’s bodies worked differently.

surprisingly, you weren’t the last to arrive, squashing your fear of another thing going wrong.

but just as soon as practice began, your fear was reawakened. the ache in your joints was making the dance more difficult for you to execute, and you could feel the annoyance radiating off of minho’s body even if he wouldn’t admit it. you stumbled a few times, almost knocking into felix, who looked at you more frustrated than concerned.

“seriously, (n/n), what’s going on? it’s really not that hard. get your head in the game.”

you huffed, shaking out your limbs and telling minho to start the track again. maybe if you ignored your surroundings, ignored how you were feeling, then things would be easier. you could block out minho’s harsh criticisms - he was probably just tired. you could block out everything, knowing the boys were suffering just as much as you lately. but when the music stopped again, and everyone was talking at you, voice after voice lapping over each other you just couldn’t take it anymore.

“shut the fuck up! shut up, shut up, shut up! give me a fucking break, i’m trying my hardest!”

you honestly didn’t mean to snap, you were just so overwhelmed and couldn’t take anymore. when chan tried to put a comforting hand on your shoulder, you flung it off, all your annoyance and stress from the day building up at once.

“don’t fucking touch me. i don’t need your pity, i don’t need you to tell me that i don’t know how to do my job well enough. this is the fucking worst day of my life and you all keep making it worse!”

every fiber of your being was telling you to stop, to be reasonable, but it was like your mouth was making its own decisions. you couldn’t tell which member it was, but you were interrupting the gentle call of your name before you could even control it.

“and no, before any of you try to be funny, i’m not on my period,” you sneered, anger bubbling under your skin as you saw jisung look away sheepishly. “i’m just sick of feeling like i have to fight to prove i’m good enough, like i’m not one of you guys yet. we’re supposed to be a team, but all day i’ve been pushed to the side and treated like i don’t matter. i’m sick of it!”

you breathed heavily, grabbing your duffle bag from the side of the room and storming towards the door.

“i’m staying with yeji tonight, leave me the fuck alone.”

was all you said before leaving the boys stood in shock, confused as to why you were acting like you hated them.

regrettably, the minute you found yourself in yeji’s dorm and explained your day to her, you knew you were in the wrong. how could you let yourself treat your best friends that way? they didn’t deserve that, and you would be most understanding if they never forgave you. it was only when the throb in your head and ache in your joints became too much that you finally allowed yourself to sleep.

chan’s apology

luckily, you and the boys were granted a week off a while ago, and today marked the first day of that week. however, knowing chris he was probably still hauled up in the studio from the night before. it was around 3am (yeji shouldn’t have let you crash so early, your sleep schedule was going to be manic), so you pulled yourself together before making the decision to go visit him.

he may not even want to see you after your little outburst, but you could still try.

you stopped by the convenience store on your way to the studio, grabbing some snacks and some drinks just to be on the safe side. carefully checking the group chat, you saw that changbin was still in the studio with chan and you hoped you could get there before he left - it might be easier to kill two birds with one stone. you were just glad you bought way too much food for just two people.

you smiled politely, bowing at the security guard as he let you into the building, heart thumping in your ears as you carefully traced the steps to chan’s studio.

when you finally approached the door, you had to take a minute to prepare yourself to knock. you heard chan’s voice mumbling behind the door once you did, nervously waiting until he came and opened it.

he looked surprised to see you, frozen for a moment before quickly ushering you in and sitting you on the couch next to changbin. almost in instinct, changbin’s arm was slung around your shoulder - something he always did when you were close by, relishing in the fact he wasn’t the shortest in the group anymore.

you sheepishly held out the bag containing all the goodies you got at the convenience store to chan, a small smile on your face when he took it.

“got you some snacks.. kind of guessed you might have forgotten to eat.” your voice was quiet, ashamed. you just hoped they wouldn’t hold your outburst against you.

but when chan grinned, you knew he could never be mad at you for long.

“we were worried about you, y’know? that’s why jisung let you go early today - something seemed off and we didn’t want you to get too overwhelmed.” changbin said from next to you, the hand on your shoulder rubbing it comfortingly. 

you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up behind your eyes again, but bit them back in fear they’d think you were looking for sympathy.

“i– i’m so sorry. i’ve just had an awful day, and i feel like shit, but that doesn’t excuse my actions, and i shouldn’t have snapped at you all - you couldn’t have known, and its not your fault.”

you explained why your day had been so bad to them (after some pushing from chan), and how you were feeling physically, causing changbin to look at you with great worry.

they indulged in a small cuddle session, feasting on the snacks you provided while they tried to help cheer you up. and honestly, it worked, just talking through how you were feeling, and gettin constructive feedback rather than just a shoulder to lean on was relieving.

you couldn’t apologize to them more, feeling so ashamed of your actions, but they were quick to reassure you it was okay - everyone had bad days, you were only human after all. you just needed to work on your communication a little bit.

when you finally got ready to head back to the dorm at 5am, you felt better than you had in a long time, actually.

apology numbers one and two: complete.

but when you arrived back at the dorm, head peacefully resting on changbin’s shoulder, what you weren’t expecting to walk into was what you all called a “cuddle pool” - the sofa bed pulled out, covered with pillows and blankets - and a spot waiting for you between felix and seungmin.

your eyes watered at the expectant faces of your soul-brothers, small sobs leaving your lips as your shoulders shook. god, the day had taken a toll on you - you couldn’t remember the last time you cried in front of the boys.

it was only then that minho - who you hadn’t seen standing by the door - scooped you into a hug.

“oh, angel,” he frowned, a hand pressed to your forehead. “you’re burning up. is that why you felt so bad earlier?”

words seemed to fail you, and all you could do was nod as your grip on his sweater tightened. it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you got sick from stress, but you hated being sick. you hated feeling out of control in your own body, and despised being doted on like you were unable. however, this time… you think you could let it slide. you just needed your boys close by right now.

they seemed to enjoy looking after you, and you felt you owed them that after the situation in the practice room.

minho was quick to place on you on the couch, felix and seungmin suffocating you in a bone-crushing hug. jisung handed you the tv remote, saying you could choose to watch whatever you wanted, and that everyone would be having a slumber party in the living room until you felt better.

minho and chan had gone to make you some chicken noodle soup - using felix’s mom’s recipe, which was known for being a lifesaver in your dorm. jeongin was quick to grab you your comfort plushie, taking his place on the floor by your feet - the two of you were 100% keen on physical affection, but having him close by helped.

within merely an hour, all nine of you were curled up, an animated disney movie playing, with soup and mugs of tea being passed around the room. it was nice, and it felt so good to have your boys so close and willing to help you.

you definitely took on changbin’s mention of needing to improve on communication, wanting nothing more than to improve yourself for the little family you had build around you. and yeah you were sick, and they would probably get sick too by being in such close proximity to you, but that was a problem for another day. you’d just return the favor of looking after them.

you just knew you were lucky to have them.

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[ambcass]

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ.

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)

warnings: mentions of throwing up, cursing, OCC (maybe), Y/N being a lil shit, fake friends, shit talking?, mentions of ED, arguments, stalking (in the sense that!..)

They called me a disappointment. My so-called "friends", teachers, and family. All because I couldn't be #1. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't. Ever since I lost my best friend, MY Jason.

"It's been years Y/N. Why can't you get over it? I got over it when my mom died and-" I cut her off. "How are you making this about you right now, Eveling? Your mom died when you were 5 but I've known Jason since-like forever! I snapped back. She stayed quiet and didn't dare to speak. We got to a bus stop and sat on a bench. In silence.

"I-I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that. I know it must have been hard for you" I comforted her. I didn't mean what I said. The "it must have been hard" part. I only said it because I felt bad. She turned and softly smiled at me.

"It's ok, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it." Excuse me? What did this bitch mean? "I know you didn't mean it" Is that supposed to mean something?!? I brushed it off. The bus arrived. I waved goodbye to Eveling and hopped on the bus. I gave the bus driver exactly $1.25 and sat myself in the back. It took 30 minutes to get home. I didn't mind waking up early to get ready for school but never in a million years would anyone would think a bus would be at full capacity at 6:00 AM!

I got off at my stop and headed home. I unlocked the door. Great. No one home again? On the dining table was a note that stated,

*Back home late. (1 the latest)

*Left leftovers in the fridge.

*Be in bed by 10.

Love, Mom.

okayyy. I walked towards my room. Starting my homework while trying to get rid of the thought of giving up. Not even 27 minutes later, I gave up. I went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers. My phone started ringing, and Eveling wanted to call. I picked up my phone.

"Hello?" I spoke. In her usual bubbly self, she replied to me in an enthusiastic voice. "Hi! Y/N, I'm at a sleepover right now but it's pretty boring so I decided to call you." The majority of the call time went from her telling me what was going on during the sleepover and me responding with many mhms, cool, and yeahs. I thought the call was going perfectly fine. Our calls were always like this. I listen while she talks. My stomach started to ache. I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw up.

"Eveling, I'm going to the bathroom," I ran to the bathroom because I was sure that leftovers were causing me to feel so sick. After multiple attempts to throw up, I finally got it out of my system. I washed my face and walked out to the kitchen counter.

My phone was on speaker. My phone was always on speaker. She knows this. So, why did she say those things about me? I walked into Eveling telling her friends shit about me.

"Y/N? I think the only reason why she rushed to the bathroom so quickly was because of her eating disorder!" she was giggling. Laughing even. My heart sank to the core of the Earth. Tears were being held back. I slowly walked back to the bathroom. I shouted,

"I'm doneee!" My voice was about to crack but from the speaker, I could hear her friend ask, "Are you sure she didn't hear?" and to that she responded with "We would have heard her fatass stomp around." They all laughed. At this point, I was done. Fuck this- you know what.

"You know what we can all hear? YOUR fatass stomping around for food. Get your fee, fai, foo, fum ass the fuck outa here. Y'know damn well, I'll run your shit. So, don't testtt mee." I retorted at her and hung up. I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was too mad to cry. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest. The few minutes of desired silence were interrupted. Knock. Knock. Two knocks came from my window. I didn't pay much attention, I thought it was squirrels.

Knock, knock, knock. This time the knocks became more intense and repetitive. I got up, walked up to my window, and opened my curtains. A man with a red helmet, leather jacket, and a suit with a red Batman symbol on it. I flinched and closed the curtains. The man knocked on the window again. He spoke,

"Y/N, don't be so scared." His voice. It sounded like a deeper and huskier version of Jason's.

He's dead. That's not Jason. THAT'S NOT JASON. I tried telling myself this but for some reason no matter how much I tried to restrain, I walked closer and closer to the window. I reopened the curtains.

I took another step and opened the window completely. I allowed this unknown man, who was pretty muscular into my home. He entered my room. The two of us meet eye to eye. He took off his helmet, it released steam, and it had a click to it.

"It's been a while, hasn't it Y/N?" I raised my brows. A man who looked 6'0, with short black fluffy hair and a white streak asked me. He looked like Jason? I thought, but he would never dye his hair with a conry white streak in it.

"I don't know you..." I was lying. I knew who he was but I just needed the confirmation.

"So, you would let a random stranger in your house? What? Is it cause I haven't been there to protect you all these years or is it because you know who I am and you're just playing dumb?" He asked.

It was truly him. He was back and I had so many questions but he's back. My Jason is back and I'll make sure he won't leave me again.

a/n: i was gna post last week but :)...

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[kaylinlmao]

Fight PT 5 *Edited*

This was HIGHLY requested. Hope y'all like it! :) Collaboration with @heaartzforcupid

I bolted and got to my car before the boys caught up. I drove home quickly, locking all the doors and windows. I was freaking the fuck out. I had to tell someone! But I promised that I wouldn't. What if they kill me next? And I'm no liar. I decided that I wouldn't tell anyone about what happened. I just didn't understand why they killed him. When I went to the hospital, the injuries weren't even that bad!

My mom and sister got home and I ate dinner with them. I think my sister realized that something was up because she kept looking at me weird. That night when I went to sleep, I could've sworn I heard my mom and sister talking about me.

The next morning, I begged and pleaded with my mom to let me stay home because I felt sick. She just wouldn't have it. "No. That's my final answer. If you still feel yucky tomorrow, then you don't have to go but today you have a quiz in English. Go get ready hun." I groaned loudly. "Fine!" I walked off, got ready for school, grabbed some breakfast, and drove to school, dreading seeing the boys. They were gonna be so mad that I bolted.

My first class I had with all the boys but only Robin showed up. He sat next to me right before the bell rang. He slipped me a note after the teacher started talking. The note said, "get your fucking ass to the bathroom after I go. Understood?" I was shaking. I'm just not gonna go. "No" I wrote back. "Y/N. I'm not fucking kidding. We'll be even madder if you don't come" I looked at him and nodded. What can I say? I don't want to die!

He raised his hand and asked if he could go to the bathroom. 5 minutes later, I did the same. I went to the 2nd floor bathroom where he said to meet him at. All the boys were in there when I got there. They all stood menacing around the room. "So Princesa, why'd you run?" Robin said. "I don't know." I said looking down at the ground. "You don't know? That's the fucking answer you're going with?" "What am I supposed to say? I ran because you guys are fucking murderers!" I yelled. All of a sudden Billy went into the biggest stall and Vance shoved me in there.

"Sit down, peach." He said. "Why should I?" "Fine, don't sit. We all love you very much but you're getting on our nerves." "YOUR NERVES? YOUR FUCKING NERVES?" He kissed me on the mouth and walked out while Bruce walked in. "Sweetheart, please don't tell anyone what you saw. Then we'll all have to leave you alone again." Bruce said, kissed me and walked out. Bruh. I'm bouta have a damn panic attack. I just got kissed by two goddamn boys in 2 minutes.

Then Finney came in. "Hey baby. Come here." He said, sitting on the floor and pulling me to sit between his legs. "I love you more than anything in the entire galaxy baby. I don't want to leave you." Kissed me, then left. What the hell. I'm starting to feel like a damn slut man. Robin came in, pulled me down to straddle his lap. "I love you so much, Hermosa. You won't tell anyone what you saw yesterday right. And you won't pull that stunt again. Understand?" I was still in a daze so I mumbled "Yes." "Good girl, Princesa." He said, kissing me then leaving. Last who came in was Vance. "Did you listen to them Dollface? We love you so much. We did it for you! And when you run away from us or call us murderers then it makes us so sad. Ok, doll? Lets make everyone happy." Kissed me then left.

They all went to class while I sat on the bathroom floor in pure shock. They all loved me? They did it for me? Snap out of it Y/N. They're manipulating you. Just play along for now until you get a chance alone. But that wasn't gonna happen. Finney and I were in the first class together. Then as I was going to math, Finney passed me off to Griffin, who had the class with me. At lunch, they didn't let me leave their sight. I wanted to eat with Donna that day so they were pissing me off by not letting me. Next class I had was English with all of them. Last class was Spanish, which I had with Billy.

The next day went the same. I never realized it but every class I have has at least one of them in it. First class the next day was chemistry with Vance. Not that he was paying any attention. Then I had history with Robin. Then I had art with Finney and fucking psychology with Bruce! I never got a second alone unless I was at home. It was infuriating! I was so overwhelmed! And on top of that, everyone was calling me a slut and a murderer!

"Wasn't she just with Vance? Why is she with Robin now?" "What a slut whore." Bethany and her friends spoke to each other loudly. My face turned red as I stared at my desk. "Did you hear that she was the last one to see Moose?" "She must've murdered or kidnapped him!" "Y/N Y/L/N please come to the office for questioning. Y/N Y/L/N please come to the office for questioning." Huh?

Ooh. Another cliffhanger. A longer one because I fell asleep so I posted late. Let me know in the comments if you want PT 6! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

#yandere billy showalter #yandere vance hopper #yandere bruce yamada #yandere robin arellano #yandere finney blake #finney blake #finney blake x reader #bruce yamada x reader #bruce yamada #bruce x vance #vance hopper #vance hopper x reader #yandere the black phone #yandere the black phone x reader #the black phone x reader #the black phone

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for snapping at my (18f) friend (19f) and then not talking to her again?

In middle school I met this girl who was in the same grade as me. We met because we were both friends with the same person, and slowly became friends as well. I wouldn't have called her my best friend though, she was just one of the people I hung out with at school (one of the few people, I struggled with having friends back then)

Flash forward to high school. The mutual friend moves away and just leaves us two. We're also in some of the same classes together, namely a digital media class we were in all four years of hs (we even sat beside each other all four years)

And well. her company was nice, but I wouldn't have called her a close friend. I never really told her many secrets, but I would be there for her in emotional support over her family being pretty shitty to her over and over again.

During our last two years, we both worked on the school yearbook (which was what you did in the last two years of that digital media class). I thought it was very enjoyable to work on it, and was extremely proud of the first one we produced, especially because the staff complimented it.

The second year (our senior year), however, was a little different. My friend started missing a lot of school because she was having stomach issues, and when she was at school she either spent more time roleplaying with her long-distance boyfriend (technically fiancé??? I didn't really understand their relationship, I was honestly very weary over it) over discord or half-assing the work she was supposed to be doing. In the end, she kinda stopped showing up to school, and I ended up taking over all the pages she meant to be doing, and changing the ones she did do because we changed up the scheming and her work was now very out of place.

Anyways, I'm wrapping up my senior year and the yearbook staff (which was me, two other students, my friend, and the digital media teacher) took a staff picture for the end of the yearbook. As usual, the friend isn't there. When we put the photo in and write down the yearbook credits, I ask my teacher if we should put the friend's name down since she was technically part of the group, and the teacher reveals to me that since she missed so many days she ended up being removed from the digital media class, which meant she wasn't on the yearbook staff anymore. I felt that was a bit of a rude move, but I also understood, so I left that decision alone.

Yearbooks then come out, and it took a while, but I guess my friend finally got her copy somehow, because she suddenly texts me in a fit of anger about not being in the yearbook staff section. She accuses me of not talking to my teacher about it (even tho I did) and going off on me about how I should have stuck up for her. She said a lot of other things too, but I long since deleted her contact, so I don't exactly remember.

What I do remember tho, was that I was pissed at her for making an assumption like that. I was also stressed as hell because at the time, my grandfather had just gotten diagnosed with lung cancer. The same cancer that killed my grandmother, his wife, when I was young. I remember that I replied to her telling that unlike her assumption, I tried to stick up for her, but I had to do what the teacher said. (She had been removed from the class anyways!) I also remember that I told her about my grandfather and being stressed about it, and that "now is not the time to do this". I wanted us to talk more about it later, after she calmed down and I got my head on straight.

It was the first time I snapped at her. She never replied to me. Eventually, I just decided to move on and deleted her contact. If she wants to get back in touch, she'll be able to. I know I probably should've checked in on her at some point, especially with her rocky home life, but I was honestly getting sick of her. Sure, we were there for each other emotionally, but I was starting to feel like all I was there for was to help her with her schoolwork and listen to her vent 24/7, which was slowly starting to make me more and more stressed.

It's been a little over a year since that happened, and I still hope she's doing alright and was able to move out at the very least. I was wondering if me snapping and choosing not to check in was an asshole move, considering the context.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - don’t be scared

Hi! Can you please write about a bullying story of a Student? The student is afraid of going to school, so the student skipped school and Mr. Evershed noticed it and help the student - Anon💜

Mr Evershed didn’t notice at first that you weren’t attending school, but when he got a list of students who hadn’t shown up for a few days he frowned when he saw your name.

“(Y/N)?”

“Not the first time, won’t be the last.” Mrs Carp shrugged.

She walked away and he sighed, starting his calls to the parents of the absent kids.

All of them answered and gave him some sort of excuse, sickness, holiday, just didn’t want to go in. The usual stuff.

When he came to your contacts, he tried your mother first, then your father, and neither picked up so he tried the house phone.

It rang, and eventually cut off and he sighed, deciding to try again shortly.

He never did get through, so he tried emailing your parents instead, including both of them and you in the email to see if anyone would reply.

It was towards the end of the day when an email come through and it was from your father.

He explained that both of them were currently out of the country for work, and you were in your own with your neighbour occasionally checking up on you and a phone number and address at the bottom.

He decided called your neighbour who said she knew you were home but was going to check up on you shortly when she was home from work and offered for him to come with her.

He immediately agreed, it wasn’t like you to skip school, not that he knew off, so he pulled up your attendance record.

There was a lot of missed days, all spread out throughout the years that you had been at the school, all of them left without answers as to why you weren’t in.

When school ended, he grabbed his things and made his way over to your neighbours house, and climbed out of his car to find her waiting by her front door.

“Mr Evershed?”

“Yes, you must be Mrs Patterson, thank you for this. I noticed (Y/N) has a lot of absent days over the past through years, could you give me any help as to why that would be?” He asked.

Mrs Patterson shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest as she flicked her gaze to the house across the street.

“No, all I can tell you is I’ve been watching that kid since they were little, parents always going away for long periods of time.”

“Yeah, their dad replied saying it was work.”

Mrs Patterson scoffed and shook her head again.

“Work my ass. No, they’re not working, they just take long expensive trips away. Since (Y/N) is older now they’re gone pretty much all year round. They’re in though, saw them coming back from the shops on my way home.”

Mr Evershed followed the woman to your house as she let herself in and he stepped in after her, letting her close the door.

Music sounded through the house, making it hard to hear anything, and you wondered across the top of the stairs and vanished.

“Hold on, I’ve got a trick for this, give it a minute.”

Mr Evershed watched curiously to see what she was going to do, and when she saw the landing light flick on she reached up to the fuse box, flicking a switch a few times turning it on and off before leaving it on and closing the box again.

You turned the music off and walked to the stairs, sitting on the top one as you looked at her.

“You’re gonna break it doing that and you’re paying for it.”

“Yeah I’ll pay for it if it comes to that, I came to check on you and I have a guest, you gonna come down?”

You shrugged and stood up, walking down the stairs you gestured for them to follow you into the kitchen and started to look through the cupboards.

“Want a drink or whatever?” You asked.

“No thanks love, I’m just here because your teacher wants a chat with you.”

You looked at your teacher and he smiled softly.

“If you’re offering I’ll have a cup of tea?”

“Sure. Why’re you here sir?”

“I think you know why (Y/N), you’ve been gone nearly a week.”

You shrugged a little and set his tea on the table as you sat down opposite him, resting your chin on your hand as you looked at him.

“Been busy.”

“(Y/N) you know this isn’t acceptable behaviour, you can’t take any more days off.” He sighed.

“Why? I’m still learning, online classes and all that.”

“But you still legally need to attend school, it’s not an option you’re a smart kid you know this.”

“Well I’ve got better things to do.” You snapped.

Standing up, you stormed away and Mrs Patterson sighed, holding a hand up to Mr Evershed.

“Give me a few minutes please?”

“Of course.”

She left and he sipped on the tea you made him, scrunching his nose a little at the strong taste but he couldn’t help but smile.

You tried you best to make it for him, so he was still going to sit there and drink it.

Mrs Patterson walked up to your room and knocked on the open door and you looked up from your laptop.

“I’m not talking about it.”

“Someone has to sweetheart, you know that. He’s your headteacher right? He can help.” She said softly.

She walked over and sat next to you.

“It’s just going to make it worse Mary, you know it will it’s why I don’t want to tell anyone about it, at least being at home they forget I exist, I can study only peacefully.”

“And when they find out you didn’t finish school?”

“I’ll figure something out.. I’ll.. I’ll get a job! I’ll get two jobs if I have too!”

Mrs Patterson sighed.

“And when your parents find out?”

“They don’t care, you know that. Aside from you, no one cares…”

She placed a hand on your shoulder, gently squeezing your shoulder.

“You have a man down there, a headteacher non the less who has taken time out of his busy day because he’s worried about you. He’s worried about you and how much time you’ve had off and he wants to help you. Just give him a chance to help you.” She whispered.

You shook your head.

“No… i.. he can’t help…”

“Just give Mr Evershed a chance, I don’t think he’s just going to drop this and you know that. He’s going to keep coming back and coming back until you let him help you. You’re going to get bored of him getting involved, so why not just tell him now? I’ll even tell him for you if you want me to? I just want you to get back into school so you can pass.”

You sighed, because you knew she had a point and you looked up at her.

“Okay.. okay, but I don’t want to be here when you talk to him. I’m gonna go for a walk, do you need anything?”

“Just some milk, I’m just going to pinch your open carton.”

You smiled and nodded and grabbed your jacket, jogging down the stairs you went into the kitchen to grab your phone.

“Going out, Mary wants to talk to you, later.”

With that you left and Mrs Patterson came down and she finally explained everything to Mr Evershed.

He carefully listened and he felt his heart break a little.

He knew bullying was a problem among some students but to hear you were absolutely terrified to come back to school.

“Is there anything that can help?” He asked.

“Honestly I have no clue. They’re too scared to step foot anywhere near the school, they only leave this house when they know other students are in class.”

“It’s that bad?”

Mrs Patterson nodded her head and sighed heavily softly.

“Unfortunately no, but… well.. could you try picking them up after classes start? Let them sit in a quiet room and leave before other students leave?”

“That’s.. that’s not really appropriate.”

“I know, but I can’t afford to take any time of work right now, and (Y/N) won’t come in alone.”

“I’ll see what I can do to arrange their classes differently, thank you for your time.”

Mr Evershed left and went back to his house while he thought what he could do the next day.

You woke up pretty early, and you got ready for the day, making your way down the stairs you grabbed your Xbox controller and turned it on, looking for a game to play.

You played for maybe an hour before there was a knock on your door.

Getting up, you walked over and swung the door open.

“Sir?”

“(Y/N), unfortunately I’m here to drag you to school.”

“Absolutely not.”

You walked away and he stayed at your doorway, leaning against it.

“I know you’re scared (Y/N), I know that. But I have a way to help you if you just trust me a little I can get you back into school, get your attendance up and your grades back up as well.”

“Yeah until they start up again.” You called.

“No, they won’t. Because I’ve done this.”

He took a step in a set a bit of paper on the floor and took a step back out and watched as you came back around the corner and picked it up.

You read it carefully.

“Immediate suspension?”

Mr Evershed smiled at you and nodded his head.

“Bullying won’t be tolerated (Y/N), and I want you to come back, so, will you please get in the car?”

“I’m in the middle of a game…”

He sighed, rolling his eyes a little bit.

“How long?”

“Like half hour?”

He gestured for you to go on and stepped inside the house to start gathering up your school stuff.

He managed to find your bag and keys, and he went into the kitchen to find something for you to take for lunch.

“Where’s your lunch?” He called.

“I don’t have one! I won’t get paid until next week!” You called back.

He nodded to himself and walked into the living room, waiting for you to finish your game and then he looked at you before you stated another round.

“Go get your uniform, quickly now.”

“Ugh fine.”

You went upstairs and came down with your tie over your head and you tossed your bag on your shoulder and picked up your keys.

“(Y/N) get your tie of your head.” Mr Evershed chuckled.

“Bet.”

You took your tie off and stuffed it into your pocket and walked out to get in the car and he got in, driving to the shops first where he gestured for you to go in.

“Get your lunch.”

“Why?”

“Because you need to eat and I have money, so get your lunch or I’ll pick it instead.”

“Alright, alright.”

You picked a few things and showed him, and you both waited in line while he held the basket in his hand and he realised you still weren’t wearing your tie.

“Please put your tie on.”

“I can’t do it.”

“Who does it for you?”

“Mary or Loraine when I come in.”

He nodded and set your things down, paying for them he walked back to the car and put them in the seat before holding out his hand.

You titled your head a little in confusion and high fives him.

“No, I want the tie, but thanks.” He laughed.

You laughed a little and handed him your tie, letting him do it for you and finally you were in your way to school and you were terrified.

Sitting in the parking lot, you looked at the building.

“No one’s going to bother you anymore, okay? I promise.”

“H.. how can you be sure…?”

“Because you’re going to have separate classes for a few weeks, and once we’ve fully enforced the bullying rules and I feel like you can safely go back to normal classes you’ll be introduced slowly.”

He got out the car and grabbed your lunch and watched as you stood by the car and walked over.

“Come on, alright? It’s okay, I promise. My door is always going to be open to you.”

He smiled and you looked at him, and slowly you stared to follow behind him towards his office for an official about your attendance issues.

You felt scared, but knowing that your headteacher was going to support you made you feel a little better, you just wished you didn’t have to go to school

#ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr evershed #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed x you

[flimsyichigo]

ok so i promised an update so here’s part of an update of something pretty crazy that’s happened to me

back in mid february, i was chilling in my favorite elective class when my friend, lets call him ryan, asked if i heard anything interesting happening in school.

i told him nah not really. it’s mainly stuff personal to me. so he then asked if i like somebody. i was like YEAH. obviously he asked who it was so I told him to guess and that it was one of his friends. He couldn’t guess who so I just told him the name.

there was this girl in our table so overheard and wanted to know, i’ll call her jane. i only knew jane for over a month or so but we had a lot of mutual friends and her boyfriend is good friends with my crush. plus she just seemed SO sweet and trusting at the time so i just told her. she just seemed so giddy and happy for me after i did so. this is a very important detail. SHE KNEW.

so then my friend, ryan, offered to be my wingman and despite him being a fucking goof a majority of the time, i knew i could trust him cause this involves one of his closest friends and ryan has NEVER done me dirty b4. a week or so later, he told me his plan to help me out. the plan was asking my crush who he was gonna ask to prom and basically listing a bunch of people he could take so ryan could subtly include my name and see how this guy felt about me. to be honest this was a great fucking plan. almost everybody i told this story to said it was a good ass plan.

so on that friday (the day before spring break btw), i saw ryan after lunch right before our class and asked if he did it. he said yes. i asked if it went well. he shook his head no in pity… my stomach fucking DROPPED. i spent nearly the entirety of that same elective class i mentioned earlier just sitting there all gloomy and shit. even my absolute sweetheart of a teacher asked if i was ok.

ryan wanted to tell me what exactly happened so fucking bad and kept insisting but i was like NAHHH that’s gonna break me for sure. that same jane girl i mentioned earlier said she was there when it happened. so i asked her if it was as bad as my friend described it. she instantly nodded which made me feel so much worse.

so that class ended meaning spring break officially started. i was just fucking ruminating on my walk home wondering what the fuck happened. a few days into break, my curiosity was eating at me so i called ryan and asked him to explain EVERYTHING that happened on friday.

so what happened was ryan went over to where my crush was sitting during lunch and started asking him about prom dates. the plan was instantly shut down when my crush essentially said “ehh i don’t know jane told me that [my name] likes me.” he then added that he thought i looked like a guy(ahhh closeted trans guy tings😜😜) so basically he wasn’t interested. you see i wasn’t upset abt what he said about me. i know the way i dress and the way i present myself and im proud of it even if i am doing an awful job at being closeted.

now what i was upset abt was that mf jane girl deciding to TELL HIM I LIKED HIM some fucking reason??? she had no real fucking reason to do that shit. the whole point was to be subtle about it and see what he thought of me. if he was interested, then sick i’ll make some moves. if he wasn’t, then cool ima move on in silence; no harm done. but this girl HADDD to throw a fucking wrench in our plans. i was able to move on from my feelings for him easily after that but STILLL. it feels so weird now knowing that he knows i liked him. ideally i still would’ve been cool with him if he didn’t like me back because HE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO KNOW. ughhhhhhh now i know to never trust that mf jane againnnn.

anyways yap session over. make sure to like and subscribe to learn about more bullshit in my life. but for real, i’ve been gone for a good while now and i just felt like i owed yall an update bc i love yall sm.

#positive updates COMING SOON #leave any questions and comments in the inbox but i could just keep going onnnnn abt this

[witchfall]

take note, it's not impressive

[Fallen Hero series. Mid-Retribution. Sequel to this.]

[Chargestep, mostly, but barren hints to something more? River Basri and Ricardo Ortega. 1439 words.]

[not sure if the vibes are exactly right but I can't poke it anymore so here ya go!]

You are laying in the dark, migraine digging its sick fingers into your eye sockets, when your phone pings three times in a row. You aren't sure how far apart the messages are; your lucidity is questionable. But by the third ping — unusual that anyone texts you, and even Ortega has his limits — you decide to check just so it will stop.

Of course, it's Ortega. Who else?

[hey red, can you let me know you got home okay?]

[yes I know I just saw you, you can call me an idiot all you want]

[I talked to Herald. I just want to make sure you’re okay.]

Through the nauseous, heartsick haze (too open, too many people, too many masks), you pinch out a reply. More honest than you expect.

[Just a migraine. can we talk about it later? feeling really out of it]

A reply comes back faster than you expect, like he'd been waiting for you. [I have some doodads that need fixed. tomorrow morning? my office?]

[Fine] you reply, squeezing your eyes against the light.

You don't see his answer until later, after you startle awake from a sluggish nightmare, one where you are walking through tar.

You startle so hard into wakefulness that the phone nearly flies off the bed. But you catch it — just in time to wish you hadn't.

[okay. :) thinking of you.]

Your heart churns itself into street slush. Black ice. You are nothing but the final, killing frost for an unjust world.

They make it so hard to remember.

—

River does visit in the morning, like she said. Remembering him. That’s a good sign, especially when Ricardo can’t help but be a sap at the very thought of her. Thinking of you. Now he feels justified. 

She is settled in an armchair in his official office, legs curled beneath her, leveraging a small screwdriver to break open a dead communicator. "What did you do, put these through the wash?"

"Probably."

The back snaps off. She throws her hair over her shoulder in that way that makes his heart twist in two directions. The copper catches the sun. "Stop looking at me like that."

Innocence. "Like what?"

“Like you don’t know what to say.” She hasn't even looked at him for the better part of three minutes. She’s absorbed, as she so often is, in the comforting puzzle of a broken thing. “Spit it out.”

He taps a pen on his desk. “So you’re training Herald.”

Now she casts her eyes to him. Suspicious, as always. “Is there a problem?”

He throws his hands up and slaps that charming smile on, but from the way her brows furrow, she isn’t buying it. Fair enough. “You know we’re not going to say no to the help.”

“Then stop being weird about it.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.” She points her screwdriver at him. “You texted me three times in a row yesterday.”

He smirks. “What’s so weird about that?” 

There. A smile through the mist. A cord between them. “Just say what you want to say already.”

“Are you okay?”

“Why?”

He resists the urge to sigh. “Because you fainted mid-air?”

Her gaze slides away like ice cubes across a tray. She bites her lip, then firmly returns to torturing the broken com with her screwdriver. “Yeah.”

“It’s…okay, you know? You have no reason to be ashamed of that.”

“We’re not talking about my trauma response right now, Sparkles, if ever.”

“Okay.” Make it amiable. Really. He’s fine losing that battle. It isn’t even that important. It’s not like he doesn’t get it. He does. Way, way too well. He kicks his feet up onto the desk. She’s here now and that’s all that matters.

“Are you jealous?” she asks snippily, though she focuses on thumbing some tiny screw out of place. “Want me to kick your ass into the cement, too?”

“You’re so sure you’d be the teacher in that regard,” he says, smiling and sly. Hands behind his head. “I just like seeing you reach out. It’s good for you. And that makes me happy.”

He didn’t expect so much sincerity out of his own mouth at once. Today must be one of those days.

She blinks a little hard. “Maybe I’ll just teach you to mind your own business.”

He laughs. “You’ve been trying for so many years, and yet…”

Her mouth softens. Her hands stop fiddling.

“I’m not mad at him or anything. Anymore. If that’s what you’re worried about.”

“That’s a surprise.” 

He tries to joke. It doesn’t feel like one. She’s run away for less.

“He’s thoughtless but he’s a nice kid.” She tilts her head to the side, sending her hair cascading across her body like living silk. “Kind of the opposite of you.”

He bares his teeth. He hopes it looks like a grin while he slides his feet back to the floor. “Ouch.”

But then those silver eyes shine at him, accusatory little searchlights. “I didn’t mean it like that, dickhead. I meant…” She huffs air out her nose, face flushing orange with embarrassment, and he is just about punched in the face by endearment. “With you, it's nice and quiet. I can hear myself think because you have nothing going on up there.” He grins. “Herald’s thoughts are really…loud.”

“Oh?”

“But that means I always know what he’s thinking all the time, and…” Her shoulders suddenly shrug and she can’t meet his eyes. A poor facsimile of nonchalance. “There’s no artifice there. I don’t know.”

He leans into his palm, propped up on the desk. “But you don’t like it.”

“It’s weird.”

He doesn’t have to read her mind to feel the words like static on the air: No one should be that nice for real. 

Even sunshine burns.

His smile feels sodden. Of course she would find a way to reject something that is probably good for her. “He’s got a lot to learn, but his heart is in the right place.”

Once again, her shoulders go to her ears. Like she’s shrugging off glass. “I’d say maybe he’s faking it but…I don’t know if...”

She trails off. She’s far too logical to fight against hard evidence, but too stubborn to accept it on its face. 

Isn’t that the old problem?

He’s thought about it for far too long. Too many sleepless nights, wondering if maybe it would be easier if she could peek in his head and see exactly how he sees her. Would she stop doubting him, then? Or does he deserve that doubt, after all this time?

She’d been caught by her enemies and he hadn’t been there.

He can’t ever shake the feeling, anyway, that if she could read his mind that it would all be for naught. She may know him better than most people in the world, but there's a reason he's grateful she can't see the entire dark muddle of him. The pile of fucking failures he hides under a sheet. He’s good at being a mystery. He’s good at making a mask out of the mess. It’s better this way. For everyone.

Someone needs to protect the Daniels of this damn world.

All of a sudden, she unfolds herself from the chair, her colorblock windbreaker rustling loudly in an explosion of movement, and he’s startled out of his reverie. He leans back and tries to look like was starting something rather than baldly watching her like a creep, but when she reaches his desk, she gently flicks his forehead.

He looks up at her, across the desk. Still not much taller than him, even when he's sitting. She raises an eyebrow.

“These are outdated models, old man.” She puts the communicator on the desk with a thunk, perhaps to distract from her growing blush. “Why do you want these fixed so bad?”

“Oh, you know.” He smiles at her, the real megawatt one. “My dastardly plans.”

She tilts her head, squinting. He gazes back in wonderment.

“You know what?” she says. “I take it back. You and Herald are both annoying in the exact same way.”

He chokes out a laugh, because he can’t help it. She pokes him again, one finger pad to his forehead, and it takes everything in him not to grab her hand and kiss her palm. He’s feeling too fragile about it. If she pulled away, he would feel the whole rest of the day go with her.

“You both think you know what’s best for me,” she says.

Her smile, as always, is like a perfect pair of knives.

“And you’re both idiots.”

And then she gently kisses his brow.

#fhr #chargestep #ricardo ortega #fhr ortega #river basri #otp: evencharge #kathryn writes #idk where all this productivity is coming from lol but i might as well lean in

[honeyquinns]

CLUB HELLFIRE

( prequel )

warnings // death, sickness, alcohol abuse, abuse, cussing, drugs, murder, s1 steve but younger

a/n: hey guys!! so i decided to post every Sunday for this series. i’m not sure how many chapters i want yet. this may become an ongoing series like “seasons” of a show where i’ll do a certain amount of chapters as ‘season 1’ and so on. depending on how much you guys enjoy it, that’s when i can decide. i will also be posting this on wattpad for those that don’t use tumblr. my username there is honeyxquinns and i will be posting there on Sundays as well. i hope you guys enjoy the series and i will continue to post little blurbs in between chapters just for funzies <3 *****for character descriptions of who will mainly be in the series, go to my wattpad*****

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1978

Stacie was laying in her bedroom doing her algebra homework for Mr. Stevie’s class, blasting Judas Priests new album ‘Stained Class’. she was never a huge metalhead but her best friend Eddie introduced her to it. She were always more of a fleetwood mac, Tina Turner type of girl. Her mom used to blast plenty of Prince and Michael Jackson that she also liked to listen to sometimes. Her dad would play bands like black sabbath and mötorhead but it wasn’t until she met Eddie that she got more into metal. it was almost freeing in a way. Just head banging to the beat, jumping around to the rips of the guitar and the heaviness on the drums. it always was a good distraction for her when things would turn bad.

1968, Stacie had just turned 3 two weeks before her mom has given birth to her little brother Charlie, when she died from complications. it was just her, her father Don and her little brother Charlie. Don never took it well but did what he could for his children. Everything went further down hill from there when 2 years later, Charlie has been diagnosed with leukemia. he had been really sick for months and managed to get better but 2 weeks later died. it tore Stacie and Don apart and ruined their relationship. They had to move into hawkins, a quiet small town and couldn’t afford much so moved into a trailer park. Don would drink and become verbally abusive toward Stacie by saying everything was her fault and that he wished it had been her to die instead of her mom and brother. he would get physical by throwing things at her and pushing her into walls. Although Stacie was only 11, she felt as if she could handle anything and was super strong. Eddie always made her feel that way. They met in elementary school during recess. Eddie had been getting picked on my his bully Steve, calling Eddie a ‘freak’ and that he has no mommy or daddy, pushing him around. it really hurt her feelings knowing she knew what that felt like so she went ran over to Steve, pushed him back and punched him right in the eye leaving a bruise. he yelled screaming and running toward a teacher but she didn’t care. “Hi, i’m Stacie” she says helping up the little skinny boy who was slightly taller than her and had short, almost buzzcut like curly hair. “Hey, i’m Eddie” he says smiling but quickly frowns when we realizes his lip stings from a cut caused by Steve. “hey it’s not so bad.” she says pointing at his lip. “nothing a little baby wipe can’t help” they both laugh. “thank you for helping me but you really didn’t have to. Steve always pushes me around, he’s just an ass and only does it because of his friends” Eddie says shrugging “did you just move here or something? i’ve never seen you around before” she looked up at him, his big brown eyes being curious “yeah, i used to live in the town 30 miles from here but me and my dad recently came here” she looks down, a little sad but not wanting Eddie to know why they had to move there. “oh! well cool because i don’t really have any friends and considering you beat the shit out of Steve for me, i think this is the start of a very good friendship” they both smile at each other and laugh. “i would love to be your friend..hey! do you like lord of the rings?” she said happily, “what!? of course i love lord of the rings. i’ve read the book 5 times!” his eyes widen with excitement. “i’ve never met any girl who’s into fantasy! do you like dungeons and dragons too?” he starts getting even more happy that he’s finally found someone who’s interested in the same things he is “well no-“ Stacie says “i’ve heard of it but i don’t really know how to play. it seems hard” Eddie stands up straight, like a knight and puts his hand on his chest “no worries Princess Stacie, i can teach you all ways of the game! i’ve always wanted to create my own club. maybe you can be part of it..” he trails off a bit “although, it’s meant to be played with more people but i think we can manage. just use our imagination” she smiles at that, she never thought she could make a friend so easily let alone have them willing to hang out with her so quick.

“i would love that!” she says. “sick! you can come over to my house! my uncle wouldn’t mind and he makes the best roast beef sandwiches” Stacie’s smile drops. she’s never been to anyones house before and lately her dad has been very mean so she wasn’t sure if he’d let her. “well i don’t know. my dad hasn’t really been in a good mood lately and i’m kind of scared to ask.” Eddie looks at you sadly but perks up “well what if i come over? where do you live?” “umm i think it’s like san street, san something” she says like a question. “sandustin street?! that’s where i live!” he says excitedly. “i didn’t see you on the bus this morning” he says “my dad drove me, sometimes he does at least” Eddie still being excited says “well how about this? we can take the bus home and meet up later and i’ll teach you the basics about D&D. there’s a small park further down the street and we can just hang there. that way if your dad is looking for you, he can just look out the door” Stacie was hesitant but she couldn’t pass up on a friend, not a friend like Eddie anyhow. for an 8 year old, Stacie didn’t mind ignoring her fathers wishes. she knew it was just because he was an asshole and always drunk so even if he said no, she knew she could sneak away while he slept with a beer in his hand. she thought for a second if she should actually do it but smiled “yeah! i’m sure he wouldn’t mind. okay, i’ll do it!” they both smile at each other “cool!” Eddie says. after that the bell rings and they head back to class. Apparently Eddie really doesn’t pay attention because he had no clue Stacie was even in the same class as him. it could’ve also been because she was pretty quiet and would only talk to the other little girl next to her, Nancy but Eddie was never really the one to pay attention to school things.

back to present ‘78, as Stacie was still finishing up her algebra she heard a knock on her window. She looks up and sees Eddie smiling, walks over to the window and lets him in. “What are you doing here? My dad is not in the mood at all so don’t be loud or he’s gonna kick your dumb ass out again!” he trips coming into the window but catches himself on you bed. “He’s not gonna hear me! i saw him through the kitchen window before i came here, he’s slumped over with 3 beers in his lap. he’ll be out for hours.” Eddie knew about everything. the drinking, the abuse, everything in Stacie’s past and he understood it completely. Eddie lost his mom when he was 4 and his dad went to prison then later died after being shanked and left for dead in his cell. His Uncle Wayne ended up taking him in and while it was hard, Eddie was grateful that he had such an amazing uncle who he actually referred to as his dad. Wayne also in fact knew of Stacie’s situation and would always make sure she’d eat, had clothes, school supplies and more. Wayne didn’t have much but he always did what he could for Eddie and Stacie. A lot of times Stacie wishes that Wayne was her dad and that the nightmare she lived in would just go away. “what are you even doing here anyway? copy my algebra homework yet again?” she said smartly. She knew Eddie was incredibly smart, he just lacked a lot in the homework/test department “no i didn’t come here to copy your algebra homework” Eddie said mocking her tone “i planned on doing that tomorrow morning on the bus. i CAME here because that new movie Halloween releases tonight” he says with eyes super wide. Every month Stacie and Eddie would go to the movies to watch a new release. Last year they went to see The Hobbit and a month ago they went to see The Lord of the Rings. They tried sneaking in to see The House of the Dead but got caught and kicked out. “no way! we tried sneaking in last time and Wayne yelled so much at us, i thought i was gonna lose my hearing” Stacie said. “if we get caught again, you can kiss your freedoms goodbye Munson!“ Eddie rolled his eyes and smacked his lips “no way my dad is gonna find out this time. I have a plan” she looks at his smirking knowing exactly what he’s gonna do and squints her eyes at him “you’re gonna go through my dads stash aren’t you?” he smiles hugely “of course. he’s never noticed before plus i heard this guy Rick is a huge pothead, i’m sure i could bribe him with acres” she rolled her eyes at him “grams dumbass and fine but ONLY a tiny piece. he almost got my head with a remote last time” Eddie frowned, he never liked that she’d make jokes about her abuse but he knew that was just the way to cope with it sometimes so he let it be. “well let’s go! the first showing is at 9!” he goes through her closet, grabbing one of her jackets and throwing it at her. “go out through your window, i’ll meet you there” he quickly but quietly walked out of her room, heading to the living room. He sneakily walks past Don’s snoring body trying not to wake him, grabbing a small box that had nuggets of weed inside, he grabbed 2 nuggets and stuffed him into his pocket. Don moved a bit and Eddie stopped dead in his tracks. He held his breath and closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t wake the beast. Once Don adjusted into a new position, Eddie breathed out after nearly turning blue and sped walked quietly into Stacie’s room and crawling out her window.

the two hopped on Eddie’s bike and rode to the local theater, The Hawk. they both walked inside getting their usual snacks, Stacie grabbing fun dip, Eddie grabbing twizzlers and both sharing a very, unnecessary large bowl of popcorn. they both went walking around to find Rick. “where do you think he is?” Stacie says as she fills her cup up with a fountain coke. “probably somewhere getting high” Eddie says trailing off to find another employee “hey, you know where Rick is?” he asks a tall, red headed boy with braces and glasses. “who’s asking?” the boy said. Eddie looked at him enthusiastically “Tell him Eddie Munson has a present for him” he flashes the teen movie clerk a smile and looks back at Stacie, her giving him a blank face knowing they could possibly still get kicked out. “be right back.” the red head boy walked to the back where all the food was and out came Rick. “who’s asking for me?” he looks down and to see a small Eddie. “Who are you?” he looks at the kids up and down confused. “We heard you could get us into some rated R movies for a price” Stacie says as if she wanted to negotiate a deal and Eddie looks at her slightly surprised but matches her energy toward Rick. Usually Eddie makes all the dumb decisions while Stacie was more reasonable so to see her all in with it was surprising to say the least. “You two look like you just finished the 2nd grade, i don’t think you have the payment i’m looking for. How about i get you two some tickets to see ‘The Cats from Outer Space’ that seems more your thing” they both look at him unamused. “first of all, we’re in middle school” Stacie says, her voice monotone. Eddie leans over the counter and points his finger for Rick to come closer and he does “I have 2 big chicken nuggets with your name on it and i’ll trade it for 2 tickets to see Halloween” Rick leans back, contemplating if he should really make a deal with a 12 year old kid. after thinking for what felt like forever, Rick makes a decision “alright fine, i can’t pass up a good deal.” the kids smile happily, giving each other a high five and walk over to the register with Rick. “that’ll be $2.34” eddie pulls out the 2 nuggets wrapped in tissue paper and slides it over to Rick “really kid??-“ he smacks his lips and rolls his eyes “that’s not the way to do. when you get older, find me and i’ll teach you the ways” Eddie rolled his eyes “yeah sure, 2 tickets to see Halloween please” Rick hands them the tickets and they squeal with excitement running quickly into the theater and finding some seats “where should we sit?” they both scan the sections, not many people there but enough to fill a room “let’s go all the way to the back” Stacie says and they make their way toward the back. “i can’t believe he actually let us in. i heard he’s never made a deal with kids before” Eddie said as they sat down getting comfortable. “well that’s definitely a lie. he’s a creep, i’m sure he’s made lots of deals with kids. plus it seems like he wants you to work for him some day” Stacie said laughing at him “oh no way i will and even if i tried, you’d kill me or tell my dad. i won’t even chance it.” The lights turning off and the theater screen getting louder, the kids stopped their conversation and watched the movie. Eddie jumping constantly and hiding behind Stacie and Stacie pushing him to the side or constantly telling him to shut up every time he whispered “he’s behind you!” “don’t go in there!”

after the movie was over, they rode back to their neighborhood and quickly walked down toward their trailers. funny enough, their trailers faced each other from the back so they could communicate through their bedroom windows. “well kid, it was fun while it lasted but i have to get in there and finish the homework you interrupted me doing” Stacie said climbing up her window and opening it up “i saved you from that! Mr Stevie was messed up for the amount of lines and triangles he added on that paper!” Eddie said tossing it bike to the side and climbing up his window as well. they’re both sitting on their beds, leaning over the window seals. “they’re linear equations and it’s not that hard. maybe if you did less on writing song lyrics and practicing guitar rifts and more listening to me when i tutor you, you wouldn’t be flunking with a D minus” Stacie said as she walked away to take off her jacket and get more comfortable in her bed. “someday i’m gonna tour with my band and be a rockstar! selling out all the shows on a world tour and YOU my friend will be right next to me all ‘omg my best friends sooo famous’ ‘back away people! i’m Eddie’s body guard’” he says mocking her voice which causes both of them to laugh “bodyguard!?” she says laughing hysterically “you know better than anyone else i’d be playing the guitar right next to you, if not singing!” Eddie lifts his eyebrow slightly “singing? ok fine but you still have a mean hook on you so i still need your protection. the ladies will be all over me and the guys will be jealous” he said smirking. “whatever Munson. i’m going to sleep! goodnight frodo! love ya!” she said with a big dramatic wave “and a love you, goodnight to you my sam the wise!” he says doing the same dramatic wave. they both shut their window, closing their curtains and falling asleep.

[ credit to munsonfefe on ig. will delete if not allowed to be reposted ]

a/n : hey guys!! i hope you liked it. i loved being able to write Eddie being younger and adding his relationship with Wayne. i thought it was just so cute for him to just refer to Wayne as his dad 🥹 and having Wayne also take in Stacie <3 also reblogs helps a lot so reblog it to your followers 🖤 thank youuuu

reminder // #clubhellfire is where you will find all the chapters

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[uchihashisui-kun]

KakaSaku. I cannot stand Sakura being fucking everywhere

Shisui/Sakura. As I said before, I hate Sakura being absolutely everywhere

Um... Do you like hate Sakura as a character or do you just like not like her being shipped around with everyone?

Because i thought that you loved all of Team7 including sakura

I don't think I've never made it a secret that I don't like Sakura, and I really don't care that it's Kishi's fault or whatever other bullshit I have seen repeated over and over again. Is she written badly? Idk. Maybe. But that still remains her annoying canon character

There are some fanon depictions of her that I like and I'm not ashamed to say that, if she's written well in fanfics I'm completely fine and happy about it. However. In my time reading and writing fanfics, I have seen So. Many. Sakura Ships. And I can't take it anymore. And I'm not talking about Sakura with the Konoha 12 or the Sand Siblings or, Hell, even the teachers. That's normal stuff. I don't like it most of the time, but I can see why and how it exists

What I'm talking about is that Sakura is fucking everywhere, and I mean it

I've seen enough Sakura/every Akatsuki member to be sick of it, especially Sakura and Sasori, although I can see why that's a thing and I can respect it. I've seen Sakura with every. Single. Uchiha. It doesn't matter if it was ItaSaku, ShiSaku or, Hell, MadaSaku. I've seen Sakura with Izuna. I've seen Sakura with Indra

Sakura with like, every single character we know from Kumo is a thing, and believe me when I say that I've come to hate Sakura/A with a passion

I've seen Sakura/Rasa. Sakura/Orochimaru. Sakura/The fucking Sage if Six Paths

And I have to admit that I, regrettably, have contributed to this some years ago when my best friend, who is not a writer, asked me to write some Sakura fanfics for her because she loves my writing style and wanted some stories of her favorite character written by me. And do you want to know what ship she asked me to write about? Sakura/Trafalgar

Trafalgar. From One Piece

The problem with Sakura in canon is that outside of her medical knowledge she's kinda useless. "BuT sHe KiLlEd SaSoRi" I hear everyone screaming, and yeah, she did. Thanks to Chiyo who saved her ass multiple times by puppeteering her around otherwise she would have died in 0.3 seconds

She's a joke of a character who thinks to be as strong as Naruto and Sasuke but then cries and calls for Naruto the moment something happens. "BuT iT wAs PeIn WhAt Do YoU wAnT hEr To Do" Idk, fight like anyone else without acting like a useless crybaby? She's a medic, she could have gone help Tsunade with the injured or whatever instead of kneeling on the ground screaming her heart out for Naruto. She's a fucking trained shinobi, she has to be ready for emergencies

And because she's so useless, basic, bland and badly written, people have started using her as a puppet (heh) and a vessel for their Self Insert, and believe me I've seen my fair share of authors that are like "Omg I'm so Sakura that's why she's my fave" and then the story is the most ugly Y/N SI Wattpad story where Sakura gets sold and passed around like a fucking toy and everyone and their neighbor fights for her for whatever reason, there's never an explanation for this shit, it just is

And yes, I use Sakura in my AUs. And do you know why? Because that's my depiction of her, and I get to decide for her to not be a poor excuse of a shinobi who is actually smart and stands up for herself and doesn't lie to her friends and abandon them in the middle of a fucking forest (I still haven't forgotten THAT scene. When she, Lee, Sai and Kiba wanna go to Sasuke but Sakura fucking puts them to sleep with a trick and ABANDONS THEM IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING FOREST WITHOUT MAKING SURE THAT THEY'LL BE FINE IF LEFT ALONE. SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE SMART. WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING LEAVING THREE SLEEPING TEENAGERS AND A SLEEPING DOG IN THE FOREST WHERE ANYONE COULD FIND THEM AND TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THESE THREE FUCKING FREE KONOHA SHINOBI. SHE'S FUCKING MENTAL IS WHAT SHE IS. SHE'S LUCKY SAI HAD A CLONE WITH KAKASHI AND TOLD HIM OTHERWISE WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED)

So. Yeah. I don't like Sakura in the slightest both in canon and in many fanon depictions of her, although there are some stories that make me like how she's used as a character together with everyone else. I'm happy when people give her the good characterization she deserves and I try doing that in my AUs as well. I never leave her out just because I don't like her in canon, instead I take her and try making her better than she is. But that doesn't mean that I like her or her 1938480281 ships. I'm tired of having to block every single one of her tags when I search for stories (and you wanna know why? Because some people will tag her in the ship but not as a fucking character in the story, so I find stories of her even if I exclude her general character tag and I'm tired of it. People need to learn to tag their shit correctly)

And I don't hate Sakura fans, don't get me wrong. I just don't like the character, that's all

#mun's answer #haruno sakura

[lindwurmkai]

Due to reasons, I need to talk about my issues with the topic of "healthy eating" for a moment. I am not someone you'd expect to be outright triggered by diet talk because I didn't grow up fat and never exactly had an eating disorder. Now I am what people tend to call "small fat" and have tons of food allergies and sensitivities, but all of this started long before that.

So what happened there? I only dimly remember that people kept telling me I needed to eat better and exercise more and then surely my mystery symptoms would disappear. This was when I was 16 or so and we didn't have internet at home, so all I could do was read books and magazines. I quickly noticed that no one agreed on what exactly "healthy eating" meant. Instead of following the first piece of advice I found or haphazardly combining them all into "everything except vegetables is bad", I took the autistic route and tried to find The Truth.

This turned out to be impossible. People were still urging me to eat healthy and I just could not fucking figure out what that meant. At one point, I decided to at least cut out sweets because those were pretty unanimously considered bad, and I took this so far that I actually convinced myself and started telling everyone I didn't like sweets, so years later I suddenly had to somehow get it through my mother's head that this had only been a phase and I would indeed appreciate receiving sweets on birthdays and holidays.

Of course it had no effect whatsoever. Neither did the year I was vegetarian.

Another thing I remember is that my mother bought some kind of diet book for herself and I read it, too. But all the recipes in there used ingredients I had either never heard of or we just never had in the house, and many of them were expensive. Did my mother learn how to make any of these dishes or start buying the ingredients at least a little more often? No! I had this book and the knowledge that I was Supposed To Eat Healthy but absolutely no idea how to accomplish it, while at the same time questioning if the information in the book was even true because all other sources always contradicted each other.

Then my biology teacher saved me. We did this segment in class where she gave us a book on food myths and each student had to pick a chapter to hold a speech on. I think I chose the one about calories, which was not completely anti-dieting but mostly focused on the inaccurate methods used to determine how many calories different foods supposedly contain. The book was, in general, not quite on the level of modern fat acceptance but maybe 80% of the way there. I'm amazed she got away with teaching us that in class.

Now armed with the knowledge that there was actually a lot that science didn't know yet, explaining all the conflicting information I had seen, I felt reassured that I wasn't just "being difficult", but unfortunately I was still sick and people still kept telling me I had to eat better, exercise more, go to bed earlier, practise good sleep hygiene (which includes not eating late at night), and so on. My timeline of events is completely scrambled and I don't know if I continued making any half-assed diet attempts after that.

Fast forward to when I was 21 and my boyfriend's doctor told him that he had to lose weight in order to fix a health issue that had definitely not been caused by weight gain, which seemed illogical to me. He was on meds that would make losing weight very difficult, so I was concerned, and we had internet now. I stumbled upon fat acceptance blogs in my research, which reminded me of that book from biology class. It became a bit of a special interest.

Not much later, I developed fibromyalgia and also started hanging out on chronic illness blogs as well as those that combined the two topics. I learned a lot about various health conditions including ones I do not have and never even suspected I might have. I learned that doctors could not be blindly trusted, that symptoms being written off as psychosomatic was quite common, that most food-related pop "science" was still bullshit, that sustained deliberate weight loss was almost impossible and no one had even proven it would help.

Then I gained weight for the first time, without any changes in my eating habits or activity levels. I suspect, but cannot confirm, that this happened because I developed a sensitivity to wheat and one of my body's reactions to continuing to eat it was weight gain for some reason. Eventually it got so bad that I had painful diarrhea on a regular basis and started avoiding certain foods, got tested for Celiac's and lactose intolerance, tested negative, didn't understand what was going on but continued to avoid wheat and eventually also oats. The weight started to slowly come off. (I was not, according to any definition, eating "healthier" than before as a result of avoiding these ingredients btw.)

By then I had reached a point where being confronted with diet talk of any kind would give me panic attacks. It wasn't that the blogs made my existing issues worse; they just opened my eyes to how much I'd been mistreated for a decade and at the same time I was still constantly exposed to medical gaslighting. I was being actively retraumatised, of course it got worse! The food thing was just one trigger out of several, and I guess I became particularly sensitised to it for two reasons: because being confronted with misinformation and disrespect for the scientific method already tends to feel awful for many autistics, and then the nature of my trauma also made me overreact to pretty much anything that contradicted my lived experience.

I had tried many "lifestyle changes" without seeing any improvements in my health. I had gained weight without changing anything and lost it again without eating less or exercising more. I had even, at one point, tried to gain weight on purpose and failed?? Meanwhile my blood work always came back perfect no matter what my body currently looked like, much to my frustration since I was still looking for an explanation for my symptoms.

"Can't deal with claims that contradict my lived experience" is pretty much it. I also particularly love being told that sugar is addictive or some shit because I can sit next to a pile of sweets for hours without being tempted to eat it if I've already had enough sugar recently. There were times in my life where I had to rely on chocolate bars to get enough calories into my body, and let me tell you, those don't taste great when you're sick of sugar and don't want any more.

I just had to get this out of my system. I'm allowed to have strong feelings about this even though I never technically had an eating disorder. It all plays into my more general "authority figures invalidating my experiences" trauma anyway.

#if you start an argument on this post i will bite you #but I'm pretty sure my followers are cool #weirdo chronicles

[raethethey]

hey its me. rae. im fine. im just having a breakdown rn and uhh idk how to deal with that really. like in a healthier way. whenever i was little and had an overwhelming experience or a day filled with anxiety i would shut down and escape to my room and turn on music and hug my blankie. but like thats not really dealing with the issue yk, its ignoring it until i forget abt it and then it happens again sometime later. i get stressed over the little things and they pile up. but idk when the mountain ever topples bc i pile it up behind me if that makes sense. just throwing it over my shoulder yk.

read at your own risk. i delve deep into traumas.

i grew up in a sheltered house, lower middle class, religion available to me. i didnt show up to school and have teachers pull me aside and ask me questions abt my parents and home life. but i did have issues. i apparently had a mother who occasionally abused alcohol (i guess i blocked this out and thought she was just smiley a lot) i had a father who decided a belt was more efficient than his hand when disciplining us, soap mouth washing was normal, holding his hand over my sisters mouth so the neighbors wouldnt hear her absolute monster of a meltdown screams (she could scream/ i was sitting on my bed watching this and covering my ears as best i could) yes he let her breathe but she was 7(?) she would just take a breath to scream again. i witnessed holes in the wall but never a bruise on my mother or father. (thats when cps was called) (thats when i realised i would become a statistic kid someday). i witnessed so many tears and yelling and walking out the front door (or even getting out of the car on a highway exit in the middle of a state we didnt live in to get away from him) i witnessed my mother connect with the ladies at church who didnt wear big hoop earrings or high heels or gaudy make up bc they grew up with 'bigger' struggles. (divorced parents, trailer homes, smoking, a sister who got pregnant at 14). i witnessed my dad struggle with someone who wasnt a good match for him but he was religious, death should happen before divorce. he would plead and beg and that sound when his voice cracked haunts me to this day. on the 28th of december when they gathered us to tell us they were divorcing i stood up, said, "i knew it." and went to my room until i had to pee or eat or go to school i dont remember. i lived between 2 separate houses until i turned 18 always lugging my sister around after she came back from boarding school for 2 years. i chose to live with my dad bc he was more financially and mentally stable. do i regret that? almost everyday. would i go back and change my choice? no.

im attending college rn with almost nothing in my bank account and no more help from dad. im scared bc im not smart, i believe i have learning issues bc not every teacher teaches the same and its been a constant guessing game as to whether ill pass or not based on them. i can apply myself when i get interested but if you lecture us like youre talking like a middle schooler abt the weather in an awkward convo with your crush, what the hell am i supposed to get excited abt?

how am i supposed to live in a home that expects more than i think i can give just because im an adult? with a man who doesnt understand social anxiety or burn out or depression bc he has the lord and faith and hope and he doesnt need to worry abt whats next. how am i supposed to recover from a night of not sleeping and watching youtube videos to drown out the thoughts (sometimes suicidal) and then be expected to get up at 8am and go apply to 7 jobs and grocery shop for your ass and clean the house and not take a nap that turns into 15hours of dead sleep at noon bc im adult and thats just what adults do.

no thats society. thats society fucking everything up for ill minds and those with disabilities and disorders and chronic sickness. society tells me i need to move out at 18 (when your brain only finishes developing at 27 ish). society tells me i need to figure out my life when im not even a 1/10th thru it. to get a degree at 22 a job at 23 bc youve interned somewhere for 2 years already and have that job for 50ish years, a spouse a house and kids at some point during that time and still be financially okay and be able to pay off student loans and hospital bills and mortgage and whatever else. society says fuck you all the fucking time and i cant fucking stand it.

im not ready to be 23. im not knowledgeable on how life works bc i was sheltered. we were poor we couldnt look stuff up willy nilly, if i did i was terrified i wasnt allowed to bc god is always watching, youll go to hell. i know nothing abt sex ed bc our teacher wasnt even fully certified. i know nothing abt taxes or bills bc we didnt have a finance class available. i know nothing abt dating bc no boys until youre 30. i know nothing.

when my parents split and i lived with my mom every other week, i searched everything under the sky in my room at night bc i was scared. i was scared my dad might find out that i thought [sally] was cuter than [sam]. that i was jealous of [jasons] body and the way it was shaped. that i liked the way [marys] voice sound bc she was cool on tv (she smoked) the way [johns] voice sounded bc it was lower. i read fanfiction as soon as i knew what it was. when i gravitated toward more mlm fics i was scared of those new apps coming out that let a parent see what their kid was doing.

when i graduated high school and didnt know what to do with myself for two years, i drowned myself in fanfiction and fantasies. when i was given an ultimatum of moving out or going to school and/or working i chose school bc by then i had found kpop. i fell in love with something for the first time in a while since fanfiction. i like the new language i hadnt really ever heard before other than psy's song that rocked the world. i realised ive always loved languages why not teach mine? thats popular. so i chose school, i dragged myself through months of mental torture and physical stress torture and im still doing it bc one day ill live a dream that was forced upon me bc i know im not ready for the world. and bc i chose school i met some of the greatest ppl. ppl who accept me for who i truly am bc that summer wasnt just abt kpop it was abt realising i was not a girl. i wasnt a boy either but goddamn idk what i am. so not only did i read abt gay men but i read abt gay anything. researching wtf was going on in my head. what exactly do i feel like, who am i attracted to, what do i want in life in a partner if i ever get one

and through all this in the back of my head im still thinking im not good enough for my dad bc he believes that even just who i am is a sin, im not good enough for mom bc i chose dad, im not good enough for myself bc im lazy and incapable of doing normal things and a wimp and a loser. im not good enough. i dont deserve this. i shouldve been kicked out years ago. thats how you know if youll make it (i wouldntve). theres smth wrong with me and my brain. the doctor said i had depression and gave me pills i didnt want bc pills make it real. there really is smth wrong with me. thats why they dont love me, they dont think im good enough. i havent been to a doctor in 6 years (1 covid hit so i just couldnt 2 i cant make the fucking phone call on my own) i know i have anxiety and worse depression. i think i have other stuff bc like i mentioned when i think theres smth wrong with me i research the fuck out of it.

cant even keep a best friend. the one in elementary moved, elementary-middle i moved schools, middle-high school stopped talking to me out of the blue, my church friend from elementary is still my best friend and has many the same views abt religion aa i do now and accepts me and loves me for who i am, but shes getting married this year. still have my college bestie but its only been 2 years. i hate myself for thinking 'wait until its been 7, he'll hate you then, but hes too nice to drop you to your face he'll just ghost you like the last one did'

cant commit to a partner either. first one was a mess, he had anger issues. second didnt respect the law. third one was 3yrs older and ready for marriage. 4th was going to the navy in a month. 5th (first girl) was in israel. i was the one who ended them all. my current partner is literally amazing and im scared the day they realise i literally cannot commit. we will dance around commitment forever until you get bored and realise i was just there bc i want to try but deep down know i cant and wont succeed. im scared the day they leave bc they think im playing with them and i unintentionally break their heart. im scared bc i know that will never happen, ill leave them before they can bc i dont want to string them along bc i cant commit.

well ive "journaled" for like and hour now and i need to pee. so thanks for reading if you did. im sorry if you were triggered. i dont want responses. i just needed to get this out.

#rae rambles #tldr: im sad #tw: depression #tw: mental health #tw: long post #tw: sucidal thoughts #tw: religious trauma #tw: alcholism #tw: anxiety #tw: depressive thoughts #tw: gender dysphoria #tw: medication #tw: negative thoughts #tw: vent #delete

[i-cant-sing]

HEHEHE I NOTICED YOU DO JJJ ASK BUT IMAGINE AS IF Y/N PLAYING PEACEFUL NOT UNTIL MAKI HAD TO TAKE HER BLANKET TO WASH IT SINCE ITS BEEN DIRTY and like yuuji just holding here while baby yn whines and tries to escape from his grasp and then baby yn just dead ass summons sukuna from glaring at him yk and all of the teachers except for the higher ups just the teachers/sorceres watching AND. The students JSJSJSJ THEIR REACTION WOULD BE FUNNY

Blankie: Yandere Sukuna x toddler reader

"Shhh, Y/n- hey, hey, look at me." Yuji said as he bounced you in his lap, trying to make you stop crying because of the greatest offence anyone had committed- taking your blankie.

And here you were, thrashing about in Yuji's arms (because he was the only one around strong enough to hold you), sobbing your little heart out as Maki washed your pink Hello Kitty blankie that Toji had gotten you. It was your comfort item, especially when Toji disappeared for months, it was the only you could remember your father by.

But it was filthy now, mostly because you wouldn't go anywhere without it, dragging it through the garden when you were doing your zoomies, sometimes using it to strangle your Uncle Naoya.

So when Maki caught the sight of dirty pink blanket that you were snuggling in your nap, she took it away to wash it while Yuji kept an eye on you.

But the instant you woke up, you immediately began looking for your blankie, frustration growing the longer you couldn't find it. At first, Yuji tried to distract you by playing with you, but when that didn't work, he decided to pretend to help you look for your blankie. But he had made the mistake of looking away for one second, and you were out of his sight. He heard your little feet zooming away, and when he finally caught you, he was too late. You stood there frozen outside the laundry room as you watched Maki scrub your blankie hard to get rid of the mud stains.

It was all downhill from there. You lunged at her but Yuji caught you mid air and now you were struggling in his arms to save your precious blankie!

"Look, she's gonna give it back to you! I promise! She's just washing it-" but you Yuji couldn't console you, and neither could Megumi who had rushed over when he heard you crying.

Maki rolled her eyes. "Oh hush now, Y/n. You can have it when its all dry and clean. I just don't want you getting sick." She said as she continued to wash the rigid stains out of it.

But the longer your Aunt Maki took, the louder you cried. It was starting to worry Megumi because it was beginning to look like you were gonna lose your voice if you didn't stop crying, face all red and eyes now irritated from how much you had scratched them up.

"I'm gonna call Gojo sensei- maybe he could get her to calm down." Megumi said before leaving, praying that Gojo was on his back from the mission.

But it was only just a few minutes after Megumi had left when you had finally reached your limit. Yuji could only watch in bafflement when you suddenly went quite and looked at him with your brows furrowed and an angry little pout, then touched his chest with your hands and said very calmly:

"'Kuna."

And thats when Yuji lost consciousness while the king of curses took over his body.

Maki's blood ran cold as she saw the black markings appear on Yuji's face, eyes widening as she saw the evil curse for the first time.

Sukuna cracked his neck from side to side before finally opening his eyes, which moved from the shell shocked girl in the back to the sad little lump in his arms he knew too well.

"Hmm? You summoned me again?" Sukuna raised a brow at you, watching you frown sadly. Your red eyes, tear blotches- had you been crying?

"Now whats gotten you so upset, hm?" He asked, even though he had already watched everything unfold.

But his heart still pained ever so slightly when you whimpered with a fresh set of tears. "M-my blankie..."

Sukuna looked at you before looking at Maki, eyes narrowing in on the blanket she was clutching, ready to put in the dryer.

"Alright." Sukuna then switched on his stern tone. "Give the little brat her blankie. Now." He commanded, his grave expressions were enough to tell her that she wouldn't like the consequences.

With a shaky hand, Maki handed the dripping wet blanket to his outstretched hand. The moment Sukuna brought it close to you, you latched onto it, burying your face in the wet but clean blanket. Sukuna then left the hallway, walking towards the garden outside.

"Here, give me that for a second." You hesitantly gave your blankie to Sukuna, who took it and flicked it hard once, and now it was dry and fuzzy. He wrapped it around you, a lazy smile gracing his face as he watched you giggle and snuggle into the blanket.

"Thank you, Kuna!" You said, before kissing his cheek.

Sukuna rolled his eyes. Disgusting little brat. Do it again.

By the time, Gojo hauled ass home, you were already asleep in Sukuna's arms, talking in your sleep about Hello Kitty while Sukuna enjoyed the comforting silence with the birds chirping in the background. It was quite peaceful.

Until Gojo began charging at him. But right before he could obliterate him, Sukuna smirked before giving back control to Yuji who was confused when he felt Gojo punch his face, causing you to fly into the air and into Gojo's arms safely.

"W-what was that for?!" Yuji asked as he rubbed his cheek.

But Gojo didn't reply. No, he was too focused on the facts that he'd just learned:

1. You could summon Sukuna.

2. Sukuna was holding your defenceless little body, and yet you were still alive.

He held onto you tighter. He won't risk losing you to Sukuna. Or anybody else.

#yandere sakuna ryomen #yandere sakuna #sakuna x reader #yandere sukuna ryomen #yander sukuna #sukuna #yandere ryomen sukuna #yandere sukuna #yandere megumi fushiguro #yandere megumi #megumi x reader #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #yandere toji #toji fushiguro x reader #yandere toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro #yandere yuji #yandere yuji itadori #itadori yuji x reader #yandere itadori yuji #maki zenin #yandere maki #yandere maki zenin #yandere naoya zenin #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere gojo satoru #jjk x reader

[fushigujiro]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄!𝐓𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

note — another part just because. general fluff here!!

characters — izana, hanma, shinichiro, nahoya, takeomi, keizo

pt. 1 pt.2

college!hanma will treat you for food after exams, he knows you worked your foot off trying to study for this exam. your tears, sleep and back were used with your intense studying…plus he also missed you and is a little bit touch starved😩 so prepare for a whiny and clingy shuji!

college!izana who interrupts someone who has interrupted you in class. some people in your class has an issue with interrupting when someone is talking…like for the most example, you. this one girl who just keeps trying to interrupt and ‘correct’ you for no exact reason. mind you, izana was also in your class so he was also getting irritated at it too, so when she decided to do it again, he interrupted her and she got flustered. “hello, my girlfriend is talking. would you please stop interrupting her? thank you.” then he just looked at you with a smile that just said ‘your welcome’ the whole class had gotten quiet and the girl was just sitting there embarrassed. she’s never doing that again💀

college!shinichiro who will princess carry you all the way to the park when classes are over just to spend some time with you as the sun goes down. he brought a bag will with snacks, a blankets and drinks just for you both to have a small picnic on top of the hill to where you can see all the kids playing at the play ground and the sun making its way down for the moon to make its appearance. you told him that he didn’t have to carry you but he truly insists saying that he will and that you are his princess and he is your prince who shall take you anywhere upon your request😭 you just have to laugh and hold onto just taking in the moment.

college!nahoya who will lay his head on your shoulder when the teacher is having a lecture. the night before, he was supposed to spend his time studying but ended up playing games with the boys until 4 in the morning. he just stuck by your side all day like he usually does but this time just more…not fully conscious like.?💀 so he just decided to rest his head on your shoulder until the lecture is over so he can fully regenerate his energy and you just sit there shaking your head at this boy that’s your man like…sigh it’s like taking care of a child but you still love him

college!keizo (benkei) will take you to the amusement park to make you calm down about you getting a bad grade on your test. he knows you worked your ass off and you were very stressed and disappointed when your grade was a bad one, bellow average. he seen that you were about to explode in tears so he took the sweet time to take you to the amusement park! for a big man like him, he does not like going on the ferris wheel because of how it’s swings when it’s in the air and it’s just…WAY too high up😭. You told him that he didn’t have to but he still insisted. boy just had you on his lap, facing him and hugging you while shyly taking a look and at the view. it wasn’t as scary like when he had gone on as a kid but now since he is older and is with you it’s not bad at all! he just whispered in your ear how no matter what grade you get, doesn’t determine anything about you. because at the end of the day. you still tried and that’s all that matters. you just cried just because of how sweet that man is💘

college!takeomi being sick for a week straight and missing classes because of it. you both don’t know what happened. the day before you both got sick, was good but then the second you wake up, you’re seeing stars and his legs and head hurt😭. you both just decided to call in sick and tell your teachers that you wouldn’t be attended classes due to being terribly sick. you guys took that advantages to just help each-other out and cuddles for that week straight. takeomi almsot had a heart attack and almost called the ambulance because he was shaking you awake and you weren’t waking up. he never felt so relieved when you started to open your eyes, he just hugged you so tight, telling you not to do that again…you’re just a heavy sleeper💀

fushigujiro © 2021 all right reserved.

#—ʚɞ fushi’sbibliotheca..!! #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #izana kurokawa #izana x reader #izana fluff #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro fluff #nahoya x reader #nahoya kawata #nahoya fluff #hanma x reader #hanma fluff #hanma shuji #takeomi fluff #akashi takeomi #akashi x reader #takeomi x reader #arashi keizo x reader #benkei

[k-evans-reads]

On Deck

Chapter 8

Summary: Although they grew up in the same small town, Chris and Sam had both gone their separate ways a long time ago. Chris moved up to become a MLB star, one of the best in the business, while Sam stayed stuck in the same small town. But when multiple injuries ended the Red Sox prodigy’s career, he winds up back in the same small town he swore he’d never be back to. The past may not stay in the past any longer, as old wounds begin to creep back up.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 4,454

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own. 

Warnings: 18+.

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A grimace crossed Sam’s lips as she pulled into the parking lot of the school, hearing her car make a few suspicious clunks as she came to a stop. She silently hoped everything would be alright as she turned the old car off before climbing out and smoothing down the black and white floral dress she wore to just about every nicer sort of occasion she had attended in her adult life. If there was a wedding, baby shower, or any sort of anything else, she was wearing that black and white floral dress and she wanted nothing more than to burn it at this point, being so sick of seeing it, but it was the only halfway decent dress she had which left her trying to layer cardigans, jackets, or adding tights to make it look a little different. She luckily had been able to find a pink denim jacket at goodwill recently, pushing the sleeves up to make it look like it wasn’t a size too big but figured it at least would hide the old dress a little bit more. She bit at her bottom lip as she closed the car door, trying to run her fingers through the ends of her hair that was starting to curl already and smooth it out when she heard a familiar voice calling her name. 

“Sammy! Hey Sammy!” 

She held up a finger to him, signaling she’d just be a minute as she pulled off her bag and tossed it in the car, only keeping her keys with her before locking the car and going over toward the baseball field adjacent to the school. The first half of the week was different than normal with it being parent teacher conferences. Regular school was called off and Sam had scheduled the conferences for Monday when her and Riley’s mother would be able to go but at the last minute had to work a different shift, leaving Sam to have to scramble to trade her one day off with Ify so she would be free today. 

With the day off for students, Chris had decided to move the normally scheduled late afternoon baseball practice to the middle of the day, Sam knowing it was scheduled for twenty minutes from now. Riley was spending the day with Kayla, but she knew he was on his way with Cooper because he’d texted her a few minutes prior telling her just that. But Sam was thankful for the moment alone as she crossed the parking lot and saw Chris’ round ass as he bent over to pick up the bucket of balls, but he stood up suddenly when he heard a low whistle. 

He glanced over his shoulder, his cheeks red but his lips in a smirk as he said, “Wow one of my players’ family members is sexually harassing me, I feel like I need to report this to the office.” 

She barked out a laugh, shaking her head as she came to a stop in front of the low fence. “What? You expect me to see that baseball butt of yours and not say something?” 

“Fuck off, I have to face teenagers in fifteen minutes and I don’t need you to get me all worked up,” he replied, shaking his head back before he leaned over the fence, eyes moving behind his dark sunglasses. She laughed quietly, knowing what he must be thinking considering they hadn’t been able to spend much time together, despite their new status. “I almost didn’t recognize you at first with your hair down and no ketchup stains on your outfit.” 

“Shut up!” 

He reached a hand out, grasping her own as he reassured her, “I’m just teasing. You look really nice.” 

“Really?” She asked quietly, her eyebrows raising hopefully and feeling some of her anxiety lessen at his nod of reassurance. “I wanted to look better than I normally do so the teachers take me seriously and not just the chick who brings them their waffles.” 

“Hey, nobody thinks that about you. Everyone thinks it amazing that you’re the one who’s at all this stuff for Riley,” he murmured quietly, squeezing her hand comfortingly, a small, crooked smile crossed his lips before he added, “And you do look beautiful… even if I am partial to the messy hair and ketchup stains.” 

“Thanks Chris,” she replied with a smile, before she ran a hand through her wavy hair and added apologetically, “I’m sorry about not being available the last couple days. I didn’t think I’d have to work a double yesterday, and then Riley needed all that extra help on his homework when I got home and-” 

“Sammy, it’s fine, I get it,” he cut her off, squeezing her hand three times quickly, before his expression turned sheepish and said, “But I do have to say it’s not totally fair that I poured out all my feelings to you like some shitty Hallmark movie and then I haven’t gotten to spend any time alone with you since. I kind of think you owe me.” 

“And how do you suggest I pay you back?” 

“Well I was thinking you go out to dinner with me tonight,” he suggested with a hopeful look on his face, one brow raised suggestively. “Or we could just order something and eat at my place.” 

She hummed as she contemplated the offer, if only to think of a reply beyond an enthusiastic ‘YES’. “That sounds doable,” she finally said, smirking a bit as she watched his face light up, his body language changing instantly. 

“There is a stipulation though,” he drawled, before his other hand moved to point at her.  “You have to wear this cute dress.” 

She shrugged half-heartedly, looking down at their joint hands as she quietly said, “Deal, but only if you promise to take it off later.” 

He sighed loudly, his head falling to hang in front of him, his chin in his chest as his low voice rumbled, “Samantha Merrick, what did I tell you about the teenagers?” 

She just laughed at him, leaning in to press her lips against his before she let go of his hand and turned to head toward the school, her laughing being interrupted by a swift smack to her backside which caused Chris to be the one laughing while she shot him a playful glare. Sam silently shook her head to herself as she walked, wondering how he could do that… how he could so effortlessly put a smile on her face just by being himself? 

With everything still being so brand new, neither of them even having time to talk to each except for a few texts, Sam didn’t want Riley to know just yet and thus started quickening her pace, making sure she was inside the school before any of the baseball team members pulled up. Sam went to the gym where all the tables were set up and went through a meeting with each of the teachers, happy to hear that everyone liked Riley and said what a good student he was. When she was finished, she walked out to the parking lot, glancing over to see the team running laps and waved to Riley as he passed by the fence, glancing behind him to see Chris sending her a wink before pointing at his phone. 

She figured out what he meant and looked down at her phone, seeing a text from him saying that she was welcome to hang out at his apartment and that he’d left the key on the back bumper of her car. Sam didn’t know why at first, but the act of familiarity and trust signified warmed her heart a little, texting him that she’d be there when he finished before she drove over to his place. Sam had only been there a handful of times, but she still couldn’t get over it. Chris had a spacious apartment, one that had a door that opened without you having to slam your body weight against it, no noisy neighbors, and the only smells inside it was of the vanilla candle he had on his kitchen counter and the basil plant on the windowsill in the kitchen. She swore she’d never get over the silence and peace here and she slipped off her sneakers and hung her jacket by the door before laying on the couch that was more comfortable than anything she’d ever sat on in her life. 

Sam was so content laying there just watching TV until eventually the front door opened and she saw Chris closing the door with his foot as he adjusted his baseball hat with one hand and held up a white plastic bag with his other, stating, “I got some food for later. I thought we could just have dinner here.” 

“That sounds good to me,” she smiled, turning and facing him, the side of her face pressed into the overstuffed couch cushion.

“You look very cozy,” he grinned, moving to the kitchen and putting the take out containers in the large fridge, sending her a small grin over his shoulder. 

“I am,” she agreed, but soon placed a hand on the-likely ridiculously expensive- couch, breathing, “Chris, this apartment is amazing. It’s so quiet here and everything is so clean and nothing breaks when you touch it.” 

“Well you know you’re welcome to come here anytime,” he replied as he shut the fridge with a clang, slowly making his way back over to her as he asked, “Hey how did Riley’s conferences go?” 

“Pretty good. Everyone said he’s a sweet kid and that he’s a good student,” she shrugged, but chuckled quietly as she remembered one funny tidbit from the day. “The only feedback I got is that he flirts too much with Kayla during class.” 

“Are you serious?!” Chris asked her loudly, brows shooting up as he flopped onto the couch next to her, a loud laugh escaping him. “Oh my god I wish that was the worst feedback I got in school!” 

“I know, me too,” she agreed, resting her head on her hand as she faced him.

He leaned his head to the side, fingers tapping restlessly on his leg as he asked, “So are he and Kayla dating now? I saw her waiting for him after practice.” 

She rolled her eyes fondly, shaking her head. “He always just calls it ‘hanging out’ but they basically are. He’s spending the afternoon with her and then taking her to her orthodontist appointment before coming home.” 

“So does that mean I get you all to myself for the entire afternoon?” 

“Looks like it,” she smirked, watching as he raised his brows and nodded slowly. 

“Sounds pretty damn good to me.” 

Chris started moving closer to her and Sam wanted to make it obvious she reciprocated and held her arms out for him. He crawled on the couch until he could carefully lay himself on top of her, keeping some of the weight on his arm propping him up and the rest pressing down on her. Sam loved the feeling of him being on top of her, feeling him close to her while his arm snaked around her back and held her even tighter before bringing his lips down to hers. As if Sam hadn’t been comfortable enough in the quiet, clean apartment on the impossibly soft couch, add Chris’ kiss to the mixture and she swore there was no better feeling. 

He broke the kiss to move down her neck, Sam’s hand running through his hair as he went.“This is a lot more comfortable than the front seat of your car,” she murmured, her voice breaking off into a gasp as he nipped at her skin lightly.  “This time I don’t have a steering wheel in my back.” 

He chuckled against her, placing his chin on her collarbone as he looked at her with a smirk. “Or at your place where all the cigarette and weed smell coming through the walls kind of kills the mood.” 

“I was more worried about my rickety bed breaking with how much it was creaking,” she huffed, laughing when he loudly did so, a wide grin on his face. 

“Well I’m planning on kissing you here on this couch a lot more often from here on out,” he whispered, a wolfish smirk on his face before he lowered it back to her skin, moving closer and closer to her lips again. 

Sam’s head relaxed onto the couch pillow as Chris’ hand ran up her thigh, slipping underneath her dress and coming up to squeeze her hip before his lips came back to connect to hers, making Sam breathless in the most beautiful way. This time was so different than before. There was no uncertainty or wondering how the other person truly felt. There was an understanding and emotion between them that was absent before, shared promises and hopes that only made all the feelings stirring inside them both stronger than ever before. 

Wanting more of him, Sam let one of her hands wander down the rigid landscape of his body while their deep kiss left them both seeing stars. She let her hand keep wandering until she found the band of his black Nike sweatpants, slipping underneath it and traveling down until her hand was resting on top of his slowly hardening cock, the fabric of his boxers being the only thing that separated her from feeling his skin. Despite knowing what it could do to her and how it felt inside of her, she'd never done this before, never taken care of him before, and she was eager to be able to hear the way it sounded when the breath hitched in his throat and moaned into her mouth like he was doing right now. 

Sam smiled against his lips when she felt him roll his hips against her hand, wanting more friction which she happily gave before trying to find the opening in his boxers so she could slide her hand against his skin but he pulled his swollen lips away from hers when she did. At first she was confused, not understanding if she had done something wrong or not, but when she saw the look in his blue eyes, she knew that couldn’t be it. 

“This is the first time we don’t have to rush it,” his low voice rasped, a dangerous grin sliding on his face as he promised, “So I’m going to take my time with you.” 

Hearing those words lowly whispered to her was enough to have a violent shiver running down her spine, causing Chris’ lips to curve into a smirk. He leaned down to peck at her lips a few more times before slowly crawling off of her and stood on the floor next to the couch. She watched as his thick arms effortlessly scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom where he set her down on her feet on the nice hardwood floor, his lips coming right back to hers as his hands worked at the zipper on her dress until it was falling down to pool on the floor. 

Sam couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed as he took half a step back to let his blue eyes drag over her body. Sure he’d seen her naked before but this was different. This time he actually was looking at her and she cared what he thought. She was suddenly acutely aware of her black cotton panties with a fraying band and her mismatched tan faded bra that had obviously seen better days while she stood among furniture that likely cost more than two months rent on her apartment. Her bottom lip came between her teeth as she tried to look anywhere but his face and turned to get onto the bed, desperate for some sort of distraction but Chris wouldn’t give her that. 

He gently grabbed her arm, tugging her up against his chest and let one arm slide around her waist while he used the other to run a hand through her wild hair. Chris’ blue eyes were looking right into hers, making Sam feel like he was looking right into her soul as he told her, “You’re so beautiful, baby.” 

And she knew then, she was a goner for him. 

She also found out that Chris stayed true to his word, taking his time getting her out of her underwear and laying her down on the soft bed, kissing every inch of her body before he buried his face between her legs. Sam had thought the first couple times with him had been good… really good actually, but this was already better. Getting to have her hands running through his hair and feeling his beard scratch against his thighs was enough to ruin her right then and there. 

Sam was left moaning and writhing underneath him from the actions of his tongue but she wasn’t pushed off of that peak until his eyes met hers from in between her legs and she couldn’t hold on any longer, her body shaking as she came. But Chris didn’t lift his face from between her thighs, his tongue still licking and rubbing sensually until Sam’s breathing had returned to normal. 

He worked his way up her body the same way he came down, peppering kisses all over her skin until he was back up to her face, hovering over her with that smirk that drove her wild. Sam wanted- no needed- him and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down quickly to crash their lips together. The one thing that was the same between them from before until now was the combustion between them. It was like electricity running through them when their lips met and all it did was leave them wanting more. 

Their hands were everywhere, grasping and squeezing while their kisses turned more sloppy and passionate, wanting so much more. Sam’s hands yanked down the waistband of his boxers, wanting to feel that round firm baseball butt underneath her fingertips and gave it a rough squeeze, causing him to grunt against her skin. She knew she had the upper hand for the moment and took the opportunity to wrap a leg around his hip, rolling him over so that he was laying on his back while Sam straddled his waist, dragging herself over him a few times, laughing to herself as she watched him squirm. 

“Sammy…” 

“Yes?” She asked quietly, a smirk on her face as his breath hitched.

His hands landed on her hips, squeezing them tightly as he whispered, “Gonna fuckin’ kill me.” 

“Not a bad way to go, though,” she whispered back with a grin. Sam didn’t wait for his response and laid down on his chest, starting by nipping at his neck while his big hands wandered down her back until they came to hold each of her round cheeks in his hands, squeezing tightly when she sucked at a particularly sensitive spot. Both of them knew he was going to be covered in hickeys by tomorrow but the thought only made Chris throb, loving the idea of being marked by his girl. Sam kept her lips moving down, gently biting at some of the black tattoos that inked his skin and sucking along his skin to pull out those beautiful moans from deep inside his chest. 

When she started working lower and lower, Chris sloppily reached over to pull open the drawer to pull out the condom that Sam quickly snatched from his hands, rolling it on him herself and purposely dragging her fingers along his throbbing length as she did so. Sam couldn’t help but smile as she saw Chris’ long eyelashes flutter closed as she puffed out a long breath, trying to keep his composure. She knew he liked to be in control, but seeing what she could do to him gave her a little boost of pride before she lined herself up and sunk down onto him, causing each of them to cry out from the pleasure. 

Each time before had been fast and felt like a whirlwind, but this time was different. They both were fully aware of each sensation, each drag of his thick cock against her walls, and each low moan of pleasure that spilled from their lips. Sam rested her hands on his toned abdomen, using it as leverage to lift herself up before roughly falling right back down over and over again. At first she had Chris right where she wanted him… a complete mess. He was panting and running a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by the feeling, his eyes- when they were open- were glazed over. But when he finally gained some of his composure, his blue eyes opened and stared right at her, just watching the way she bounced on him over and over again and loving every second. 

Sam saw his hands reach out to grasp her hips, helping her find a good pace before he let one of his hands come around to roughly smack her soft cheek, making her cry out from the sting. Sam’s pace started to falter as he brought his hand back to spank her soft skin again and again while Chris just smirked, a newfound energy filling him. He held onto her waist as he rolled them over, keeping himself nestled inside her as he got Sam on her back while he took over control. 

Now it was Sam’s turn to lay there, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through her as he found that rhythm again. He held onto her hips tightly, telling her how good she felt and how, in his words, fucking gorgeous she was while he kept rocking in and out until Sam was seeing stars, her entire body tightening before that peak hit her again. Chris happily watched the emotions on her face while he kept working himself inside her, coaxing her through her orgasm until he couldn’t hold on any longer and came behind her with a long moan. 

Sam’s eyes were squeezed shut as she tried to calm her body down but she still blindly reached out for him, wanting to pull his sweaty body against hers, needing to feel him by her to remind herself that this time was different. This time they were going to be together afterwards and that was something brand new. But at first she was denied her wish, Chris getting off the bed to quickly clean himself up and came back to do the same for Sam before climbing on the bed and finally granting Sam her wish. 

Chris pulled the blankets up over them before holding her naked body up against his warm frame, littering her face with little kisses while her hand rubbed at his chest. It felt so wonderful, almost oddly beautiful to get to be sharing this moment together but disappointment washed over them both when their moment was interrupted by the piercing sound of a phone ringing. 

He listened as she sighed, pulling her head off of his chest as she shoved the blankets off of her. “That’s mine.” 

“Just ignore it,” he whispered back, keeping his arms around her as he couldn’t help but frown. 

“I can’t,” she shook her head, biting her lip as she looked at him, the pair in somewhat of a silent battle over this. 

A sad sigh fell out of Chris’ lips, Chris shaking his head and loosening his hold on her before Sam pushed out of the bed, grabbing Chris’ white tee shirt and pulling it on over her frame before hurrying out to the living room where she dug her phone out of the pocket of her jacket and quickly answered the phone. He watched her through the open doorway, unable to hear the conversation clearly but he didn’t find it in him to care… he was too preoccupied with the way she looked in his shirt, the way it hung over her lanky frame, just barely covering the curve of her ass. And she was his, in nearly every way. 

She hung up her phone, padding back into his bedroom as she dropped it on an end table, raising a brow and looking at him as she said, “That was Riley.” 

He nodded, leaning up on one arm. “You probably have to go, huh?” 

“Nope, he was just calling to ask if it was fine that he stayed at Kayla’s house for dinner and then watched a movie,” she smiled, biting her lip as she lifted the blankets and the sheet, sliding back underneath them. 

“I’m certainly glad to hear that,” he grinned, feeling warm from the inside out as his arms came to rest around her. “Because I want this. I want to be able to just hold you.” 

Sam huffed out a laugh, shaking her head as she looked up at him, her eyes bright. “Wow, that's pretty soft and tender coming from the man who just was smacking my ass.” 

“Well see, you have to have balance,” he began, waggling his eyebrows a bit as he suppressed a laugh, tightening his hold on her. 

“Oh is that what it is?” 

He smirked, rolling onto his side a bit to face her. “Yeah that’s what it is, smartass,” he grinned, pecking her forehead lightly. 

“Well I’m okay with that, because I really like this,” she whispered to him, swallowing nervously as she looked into his eyes. 

“Me too, baby,” he whispered back, his hand running up and down her back underneath his shirt. 

She nodded, hand resting on his arm, stilling his motions as she said, “Just in case it wasn’t clear, I want you to know that I don’t want to be with anyone but you.” 

“Good because I don’t think I’d handle it well if you said you don’t want to date me,” he laughed, shaking his head and shrugging cheekily. “I mean, otherwise all those mornings I spent drinking shitty coffee and eating burnt eggs would have gone to waste.” 

“Did you really come in just because of me?” 

“Well it wasn’t because I liked the shitty food, I just liked the person who brought it,” he confessed to her. 

“...You…” she started, pausing and looking over his head out at the sunset. He stayed quiet, letting her gather her thoughts and work through things mentally, patiently waiting when she finally continued, “You… make me really happy.” 

“Good, because you make me really happy too,” he grinned, his hand moving over to rest on her hip with a smile.  “I like you here, like this.” 

“I do too.” 

A/N: They're finally a couple! These two little stubborn babies are SO cute together and we're so happy to share them with you all!

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[filmnoirsbian]

All my school drama stories are from middle school and ohhhh boy is it a Mexican soap opera level kinda thing. Long story ahead, sorry.

This girl faked being my friend for years because apparently she thought I was being mean when I gave her my lunch as she couldn't afford it at the time (???) and planned revenge for years. And I truly do mean YEARS here. It started off in elementary with her stealing my stuff, making prank calls to my house and my best friend's impersonating us to try ending our friendship, asking to borrow my notebook on the day she didn't go to school (which she faked being sick to her parents so it'd be more realistic) and RUINING IT SO BAD her mom came to school with it to give it back to me and personally ask for forgiveness... then I ended the friendship once that happened because it hit me she did all this shit, yea?

Middle school arrives, I decide I should forgive her and try to be friends again. And I do, unfortunately. I decide on making a small slice of life comic with an anthropomorphic fox family and ask if she wants to write some as well with her own's, she does but things get weird as she starts claiming I'm "drawing things too similar to her own creations". Some of my art starts disappearing and, one day, I find one of my papers stacked under her books on the table and go for it while she yells at me.

Turns out she stole my art and traced it to claim it was hers to everyone else. And it worked, because I became known as a copycat to the teachers; it got so bad I stopped showing my art altogether for years afterwards.

It does not stop here.

She thought that wasn't enough and started making friends with everyone I was acquainted with. Little did I know she basically took the story of what SHE did to me and turned it on its head so it looked like I was the one who did it and told them as a sob story, Mr Wickham style. And I, the goddamn Darcy level FOOL I am, didn't try to correct anyone who dared call me shit for it because I wanted to keep things down low. Well, this kid sure didn't because it escalated so fast I started getting bullied in groups once people found out if they went, at most, on groups of 4 I would beat their ass.

I ended middle school with the entire school, even the grades I didn't know anyone, hating me. Got so bad that, on the day we had a prize giving ceremony at the end of the year for the best students, when my name got called everyone just stayed silent and stared at me with disgust as I walked to get it. It didn't get worse because my Science teacher knew me since the first year studying there and was very fond of me (I call that ADHD clown to ADHD clown communication), so he kind of protected me from shit while giving me a hug before I started crying lmao

Anyway. High school was fine. I moved cities after middle school so nobody knew me anyway. Clean slate

That girl is going to hell but I'm glad things got better for you

#asks

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Five)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 12.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?) sad oc, mentions of sex, kind of over the clothes action, drama, heated dance session lol, slight memory of sex, hair pulling, back scratching, mention of boner, second chances (?)

Notes: Okay, first of all THAT 1st TEASER PIC!!! DID WE SEE THAT? *chefs kiss*. Anyway thanks for comments you guys leave I really love reading them!!! Remember to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:) have a great week everyone!

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May

Gloomy: The dictionary may describe it as hopeless and despairing but really it should just be a picture of your sad, sad face.

1 month…yes, one whole month has passed since you last spoke to Jungkook. No text, no calls, no random show ups, nothing. Gloom. Gloom. Gloom. Graduation came and gone so quickly…you walked the stage with your friends minus two but honestly you can hardly remember the event. You tried your hardest to be as excited as everyone else but the feeling of gloom stayed with you.

By the end of the month you finally started accepting he isn’t coming back and right around that time you actually heard from him—Jungkook that is. He sent you a pathetic text that he’s moving out and will be by to retrieve his things. More gloom.

The next couple weeks after that are a blur, you recall the sound of movers throughout your apartment. You didn’t have the courage to speak to him…you didn’t have the courage to even leave your room if you didn’t have to. You were so wrapped up in everything you didn’t even consider that fact that you will have to find a new roommate to cover the other half of the rent.

Every day just dragged on, every day a repeat of the last. Wake up, drown in black coffee, scroll mindlessly through your phone and work your full time job. You called in sick too many days already so you have to go or you’re at risk at getting fired. The same day, every day. The same gloomy fucking day.

Jimin tried to call or text every day to make sure you were like, alive. He apologized over and over for not telling you as soon as he found out about the Taehyung situation but he felt that if Taehyung was going to tell you then it is best it comes from him and not Jimin. You can understand that. He also frequently would show up at your apartment to surprise you but you rarely let him in. You did feel bad though, he’s just trying to be there for you.

Jimin 6:04pm

Please let me in?

Jimin 6:05pm

Well…I have some take out for you babe, ill leave it on the doorstep.

Jimin 6:05pm

Call me sometime ok? Love you

Guilt would consume your body but you just couldn’t deal with human contact right now.

June

Around month 2 you finally felt okay to see people again—your close people that is—aka Jimin was finally allowed in, he made you take a hot bath while he cleaned up for you and made you a proper meal. The amount of instant ramen containers lying around the place was by far one of the grossest things he’s seen. The shit that was growing…he shudders just thinking about it.

He would come over every day after work in the evenings. He left day time babysitting to Trina.

“Girl…all this over a boy?” she would constantly say.

You also tried applying for job after job, but the postgraduation life is harder than you thought…at least for you. Jimin landed a job as a kids choreographer, Trina starts up at one of the local elementary schools as a kindergartner teacher and you? You’re still working at the bakery down the street. You applied for many entry level positions in the marketing field but failed miserably in interviews…which only further discouraged you and worsened your mood.

It was also around this time you decided to finally delete Jungkook off all social media and block his number. You refuse to hear from him at this point…not that he was reaching out or anything. You wonder what he’s up to postgraduation? No, you don’t want to know or care. You considered hanging up a picture of his face on your wall so you could throw darts at it but you decided that was maybe on the crazy side. Taehyung sends you weekly texts, asking about how your day/week is going. He updates you on his life as well, apparently he got the curator assistant position at the museum that he wanted. You still feel hurt over everything but you are happy for him. It’s funny, you feel so betrayed over that but Jungkook is the cause of your gloom.

Every day just drags on, you feel heavy everywhere you go. Even when you’re just at home in bed.

By the end of the month your friends somehow convinced you to go on a date—a horrible date at that.

He was awkward as hell, a bad kisser and would lightly…tap your ass in attempt to be sexy. It was a disaster, you don’t even remember what the two of you even talked about at dinner. You just remember his tongue being horribly shoved down your throat and his weird ass tapping habit.

July

Then month 3 finally came around. A month where the weeks went by breathing became just a bit easier. Yes, any and everything still reminded you of Jungkook but it didn’t hurt as terribly as the previous months. By the end of the month you even agreed to your first real social outing. You are hesitant, but you agreed…

“I don’t know guys…a birthday party? We like, don’t even know the girl?” you frown, nibbling on the flesh of your bottom lip.

You are sitting in the middle of your bedroom floor, clothes piling all around you as you try to decide on what to wear.

“You need to get out babe…plus it’s a friend of a friend, so it’s cool.” Jimin says holding up a rose colored crop top, motioning for you to nod yes or no to his suggestion. You cock your head to the side, deciding what pants to go with it.

“I have to say I agree with Jimin, y/n.” your new roommate Holly chips in, “Since I’ve moved in I don’t think I’ve seen you go out even once.”

“Also a party is the best place to find some easy dick.” Of course that’s what Trina has to offer.

“Yes to the crop top Jimin.” You point your head towards the shirt, “Okay don’t have to call me out like that Holly.” You glare at your roomie, “And Trina, we both know I ain’t ready for no type of dick.”

“So we’re looking for some pussy tonight?” Trina smirks, “Nice.”

You rolls your eyes, a chuckle escaping your lips, “Shut up.” you throw a pair of shorts at her face.

“But seriously y/n…Maybe Trina is on to something…” Jimin sits down next to you, crossing his legs in front of him, “Maybe this is a good chance to like—”

“If you say move on I will literally kill you.” You cut in, “There’s nothing to move on from!” you throw your hands up dramatically. “Taehyung used me, Jungkook wants nothing to do with me. And—”

“Then why aren’t you ready for any type of dick?” Holly puts in her 2 fucking cents.

“Because I don’t want to be associated with any boys! Jimin is the exception.”

“Somehow I don’t feel flattered by that…” Jimin puts a hand on your shoulder.

“When’s the last time you got off?” Trina abruptly asks. You turn your head in shock at her shamelessness.

“Trina!”

“Answer her, I’m curious too.” Jimin squints at you trying not to laugh.

“It’s…” your eyes slide to the side, “It’s been a while.”

Trina shakes her in disapproval, “Damn girl, really? My fingers constantly playing DJ, you know what I’m sayin?” Trina goes in for a fist bump but you just push her hand away.

“You’re gross.” You laugh out loud, and it sounds like music to everyone’s ears.

“I’m just real babey.” She flicks her hair back with a proud smile on her face.

Having these 3 around has no doubt helped you deal with the loss you feel. You feel like you are still mourning the dead. How’s Jungkook even doing? You’re too afraid to ask Jimin. Too afraid that he’s doing amazing without you. He must of realized how much better off he is without you around and that makes you feel small.

“Fine…” you mutter under your breath…Jimin snaps his head to look at you, his sly smile growing as he watches you fiddle with a short mini skirt.

“Fine what?” Trina asks with a smirk.

“Let’s find me some dick tonight.”

“Hell fucking yeah.” Jimin claps his hands together, “Tonight is about you!”

“y/n makes her debut tonight! She’s hot, she’s single and she is ready to mingle!”

You can’t help but giggle, your hands bunching up the material of the mini skirt as you look down at it, making your decision.

“Let me get ready and we can get this night started!” you rush to your feet, all the sudden feeling excited for tonight. You are going to actually do your hair and your makeup—you even shaved. You are definitely breathing easier tonight and you have to take advantage of that!

“Let’s do shots as we wait girlies,” Holly shows a bottle of rum she had hiding behind her back, shaking it in excitement.

“Naughty girl.” Jimin winks, standing to his feet, heading towards the kitchen to grab some shot glasses.

You get ready quickly, but taking your time where it counts. You give yourself a once over in the mirror and you have to say you are impressed. Your black jean mini skirt sits right below your ass, while your tits pop in this rose crop top. You wear short heels, and simple jewelry with just the right amount of makeup that makes your features stand out, and you have to say you would kiss yourself if you could—you look fucking good.

“woooooo” Jimin and Trina whistle out at the same time as they walk back in your bedroom.

“I’d fuck.” Jimin says plainly.

“Same as fuck.” Trina says bluntly as she swallows down a shot.

“Yeah you look pretty y/n!” Holly smiles, not really on the same level of honestly as your other two friends.

You burst into giggles, throwing your head back in approval. “Thanks guys…..Lets fucking do this.” You walk towards Trina and grab her shot glass, and you take the bottle from Holly, pouring yourself a shot.

“Ready to fucking mingle.” You gulp down the rum, the burn only encouraging you, the warmth stinging your entire chest and you couldn’t feel more content.

This house was one of the bigger ones, it was full of people and more people and like, more people. You managed to swallow down 3 or 4 shots back at your apartment and the alcohol is definitely working its magic on you, the world just a little nicer.

The amount of people doesn’t even bother you like it usually would, instead you find yourself barging through the front door and making your way to the dance floor with your 3 friends trialing behind you.

The heat of the living room is already intoxicating you, the amount of bodies rolling and grinding makes you feel loose and free. Before you know it Jimin is pushing a drink into your hands and you hug him gratefully as you begin chugging it back.

“Woah slow down, we have all night—actually fuck it, I like your spirit tonight!” he chuckles lightly, his hands going to your waist, rocking you to the beat of the blaring music. Trina and Holly disappear into the kitchen to grab more drinks while you and Jimin dance to whatever b…t…ah, forget it, you forgot the band’s name.

“Are you having fun?” Jimin slurs out, his eyes barely visible as he laughs at nothing.

“So much fun!” you yell out over the music then you lean down into his ear and whisper, “Thanks so much Jiminie…I know I was a little difficult…”

“A little?” he teases.

Jimin’s eyes travel behind you before they are widening. You notice, of course. You are about to turn your head to take a look at whatever he is seeing when his snaps back to you in panic, his troubled smile growing.

“Let’s go find Trina and Holly, yeah?” he tries to usher you toward the kitchen and you oblige. Too drunk and feeling too good that his odd behavior goes ignored by you.

“Kay!” you smile, hooking your arm with his. “Letsa go!” you say like you’re fucking Mario.

The two of you walk to the kitchen, finding Trina and Holly playing a game of beer pong with two random guys.

“Hello my bitches!” Trina hollers over the thumping bass, as she scores a cup of pong, her other hand on Hollys lower back.

“Wait, gotta use the bathroom, be right back!” you slur into Jimin’s ear, he just nods distractedly as he watches the game, laughter erupting his body for probably no drunken reason.

You walk back into the living room and start heading towards the other side where the bathroom is. The journey to the bathroom is fun, you accidently bump into a lot of people but they don’t seem to mind as they will just drunkenly smile at you and you would smile back in your own drunken daze. You skim the room with a dopey smile on your face, just admiring the crowd. You are shocked with yourself…you missed people and you cannot believe it. You continue to observe when your eyes land on tattooed hands. The hands are grabbing a handful of ass on the dance floor. You know these hands. Your eyes travel from his hands to his strong arms to his face…it is hiding in the nook of some girls neck and you feel like someone knocked the wind out of you. Jungkook.

He is kissing on some girl, no doubt leaving bruises behind from his attack on her neck. His hands cupping this girls ass so tightly, he guides her hips into his. You watch as she throws her head back in pleasure and you see him smirk. All his signature moves. You are left speechless. What could you even say? Why does this hurt? Why does this make you feel fucking sick? Why does it feel like you aren’t supposed to be witnessing this? Well, you know why but god, why?!

“y/n!!” It’s Jimin, jogging up behind you, “Fuck, I was trying to avoid you seeing this…” he admit softly, “I swear I didn’t think he was going to be here tonight…he didn’t seem that interested when I asked him about it…”

“It’s fine Jimin…” you mumble.

“Does it feel weird? Seeing him with this girl…?” Jimin is obviously trying to get you to admit something right now but you are not in the right head space to even give it a second thought.

“Why should it? Plus I’m used to this…she’s just some random girl for one night.” You twirl the ends of your hair between your fingers.

“Oh babe…” Jimin glances down at the ground, “This girl…she…he’s brought her to every party for the last month…” Jimin sounds as sorry as you feel.

The same girl? That’s impossible, you scoff. There’s no way Jungkook is actually seeing someone. But that doesn’t stop your stomach from twisting and turning and making you feel fucking sick.

“What do you mean?” you finally slur out, leaning your frame on Jimin.

“He brings her and they leave together too…” Jimin holds on to you, “I haven’t really asked him about her though.”

“Whatever. Fuck him, right? I won’t let this ruin my night.” You smile coyly, draping your arms around your friend. “Bathroom please.” You pout theatrically, pointing your head towards the bathroom.

“Okay let’s get you peeing in peace.” Jimin laughs, guiding you towards the door.

Once at the door, you knock a couple times to find that it is empty, “I’ll wait for you out here.” Jimin assures you.

Once inside the small room, you bunch up your skirt and pull down your panties, squatting on the toilet. You sigh in relief as you pee, but the relief you feel in your body stops when you recall the way Jungkook held and kissed this random but not so random girl.

Why should it bother you? It’s about time Jungkook got serious! But why did he have to dump you to achieve that? And why did It have to be with someone el…

You reach for the toilet paper, ripping it after a few sheets and wipe yourself as you drunkenly sing a tune. So what? You can easily replace Jungkook too!

You stand up, pulling your panties up and your skirt down and take a long good look in the mirror. Your hair is still intact, your makeup is only a little smeared—quick fix, and your tits are still poppin’. This night is just beginning, you decide. A whole new wave of confidence begins washing over you.

“Ready!” You pounce on Jimin’s back, he stumbles forward while laughing wholeheartedly.

“Should we look for Trina and Holly again? They’re probably still playing beer pong!”

“Sure.” You smile, walking hand in hand with Jimin as you make your way back to the kitchen.

Hours pass and you are now outside on the back porch piss drunk with your 3 friends and a couple new friends. Nick and his pal that you can’t remember the name of—but you remember Nick. He’s really tall and has nice muscles covering his body, his light hair is messy and looks like you would have fun pulling it.

“And that’s why I think aliens are already here bro, like they are probably here at this fucking party bro.” No name friend finishes his point. Nick holds in his chuckle as his drunk friend rambles.

“Totally bro.” Then his eyes land on you. Fuck, were you staring? Oh well, it’s best to get to the point. You two have been making eyes at each other all night and it’s time to make the next move.

“Hey Nick, wanna grab a drink with me in the kitchen?” you inquire with a sly smile.

Jimin’s eyes widen before he’s smirking “Don’t be silly, wrap that willy.”

Trina and Holly laugh at Jimin’s words while you turn fucking red with embarrassment.

“Sorry about him…” You excuse Jimin, but you continue to smile slyly.

Nick grins with all his teeth as he takes your hand and leads you back inside the house. His hand is much larger than yours and you are already imagining what his beefy fingers will do to your vagina. God, what’s his dick like???

You enter the kitchen and you and him walk towards the cooler full of beers, he lets you stand to the side as he goes to grab them.

“Nick!!!!” you hear a familiar voice and you wince. Jungkook stands next to the cooler, his hand wrapped around the girls hand, but he briefly lets go of it to dap up your fuck for the night.

“What’s up bro!” Nick returns the handshake, a wide smile on his face.

They know each other?

“I thought you said you weren’t coming tonight?” Jungkook’s hand goes back to holding on to the girl.

“I wasn’t going to but,” he nods towards you, “Glad I did.” He winks. Jungkook’s eyes follow Nicks nod and when he sees you stand there awkwardly he goes completely pale. Your eyes meet uncomfortably, Jungkook let’s go of the girls hand without a second thought.

“y/n?” he questions with a pained expression.

“You know her?” Nick asks, totally out of the loop.

You shift from one foot to the other, not really sure what to do or say. So you settle for his name. “Jungkook.” It feels foreign on your tongue. Like if you said it 3 times in a mirror a sinister ghost would come to murder you.

Jungkook opens his mouth then closes it then opens it then closes it again.

“Baaaaabe,” the girl next to him whines, “let’s get out of here already.” She says, not even acknowledging your existence.

Jungkook shamelessly eyes you up and down, his shock is very evident as he looks at you.

You can’t help but smile a little, knowing you look damn good.

“Let’s go too, Nick.” You saunter to his side, grabbing a hold of his bicep.

That’s when Jungkook knocks out of daze, his brows crease as he looks between the two of you.

“Wait—you and Nick?” he asks, completely amused.

“Is that a problem?”

“Nope.” Jungkook looks fucking smug as he smiles, his hand going to grab the girls hand again. “See you later?” he asks you. You of all people! “Uh? Probably not?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Jungkook winks, turning around to leave as he leads his girl out.

Nick just continues to smile, completely oblivious, “So cool that we all know each other!” he grips on to your waist.

“Wait, how do you know Jungkook?”

“We—”

“Wait, it honestly doesn’t matter. Let’s just get out of here.”

“My place?” Nick breathes into your ear, he pushes your hips into his crotch so you can feel his half hard cock.

“Why are you already getting hard?” you tease, leaning up to kiss his neck.

“Honestly, I can’t stop staring at your tits. And I am imagining all the things I want to do to them.” He confesses hotly.

The uber ride to his place is short, only 10 minutes and it goes by quickly as you two have one another’s tongues down each others throats. His hands traveling all around your body, he even manages to slip his fingers past your panties to feel how wet you are.

“Fuck I can’t wait to get you inside…” his rapid breaths fan across your face as you nibble on his neck.

“Gonna fuck me?” you whisper quietly, not trying to get heard by the Uber driver, but you could also hardly care if he hears you or not, he gets 5 stars.

“Want you to ride me.” He palms his cock through his pants as he imagines you bouncing on his cock for him.

“If you deserve it like a good boy.” You replace his hand with your own, rubbing him ferociously over his jeans. You haven’t felt dick in months and the feeling is driving you absolutely wild, you haven’t felt this needy in a long time.

The Uber comes to a stop, parking in front of an apartment building. He lets the two of you know you reached your destination. You and Nick giggle as you thank him and stumble out of the car as you follow him to his apartment. He would stop every few seconds to plant kisses on your lips and grab your ass with a tight squeeze. He groans and rolls his eyes back as he explores your body.

“Wait til we’re inside,” you breathe out, your voice silky as hell.

Finally, after a short, kiss filled elevator ride later you arrive at his front door. His lips never leaving yours as he pulls out his keys, fumbling with them until he finds the right one.

He pulls away for a second to unlock the door and desperately pushes it open to let the two of you inside. Your lips are already back on his as you two trip into the entry way of the apartment, you walk him backwards, until his back is against a wall.

The apartment is dark besides the living room TV, you take a second to pull back and admire Nick’s fucked out expression, the blue glow of the TV making everything feel surreal.

You dive back in to kiss him, he prods his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around with yours making you moan into his mouth.

“Hi guys!”

Your eyes shoot open, mouth still attached to Nicks. You push your head back, disconnecting from Nick and yank your head to the left where you see a wild Jungkook sitting on the living room sofa, his mouth full of the cereal he is eating. He is wearing the most shit eating grin you have ever seen on him.

“Jungkook?! What the fuck?” You spit out, totally fucking shocked. Like, obviously.

“Hey man…” Nick breathes out heavily, trying to speak properly, “I thought you would be at Vanessa’s tonight?”

“Nah,” Jungkook smiles, “Dropped her off and came home.”

HOME?

“H-Home?” You look between the two guys, what the fuck does he mean by that. This is Nicks place, right?

“Oh you didn’t know?” Jungkook nods his head toward Nick, “Nick here is my beloved roommate.”

“What the fuck…” you mutter under your breath, trying to understand the mother fucking situation. Were you about to fuck Jungkook’s roommate? Are you still going to is the real question?

“Wait, how do you two even know each other?” Nick starts to look antsy, “Don’t tell me she’s one of the girls you’ve fucked…come on bro, leave some for the rest of us.” He chuckles somewhat bitterly.

“No!” you’re quick to say. You begin smoothing out your skirt, then your hair. “We just…”

“y/n is my bestie!” Jungkook grins, putting the cereal down and standing up. He walks forward until he is making a triangle with you and Nick.

“Was.” You spit out harshly, crossing your arms across your chest. Nick just stands there confused as hell, looking between the two of you.

“Anyway, I should get going.” You turn your body to Nick, a look of apology on your face.

“What? We can just go to my room?” he slurs, tugging on his pants uncomfortably, his boner still apparent.

“Sorry, no longer in the mood.”

You pull out your phone to order an Uber when Jungkook takes your phone from you.

“I’m not drunk, I can drive you.” He offers. You push your head back in disbelief, how does Jungkook have the AUDACITY to offer that to you?

“Why the fuck would I want that?”

“So we can…” His eyes slide over to the ever growing confused Nick, “Talk.”

You haven’t spoken to Jungkook in 3 months and today is finally the day you are able to breathe a little easier and he just has to barge back in.

“Like I said,” You snatch your phone back from him, “Why the fuck would I want that?”

Nick shifts around uncomfortably, his eyes darting from you to Jungkook.

“Well, I am gonna head to my room…uh, bye y/n…it was nice meeting you…I guess…”

You and Jungkook both turn your heads toward Nick at the same time, eyes shooting daggers at him.

“Yeah, bye.” Jungkook dismisses his roommate, his jaw clenching.

“Nice to meet you too…”

Nick walks backward until his back meets his bedroom room, he looks at the two of you one last time before turning around to disappear into his room.

“I said, let me drive you home.”

“And I said, why the fuck would I want that?”

“y/n don’t choose now to be difficult.” Jungkook takes a step closer to you, his hands running through his dark, messy hair. His eyes shut in frustration, “I just want to talk to you.”

“And I don’t want to talk to you.” You take a step back, “Plus, how would your girlfriend feel if you took me home?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrow, his mouth setting in a firm line.

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Could of fooled me and like, everyone else.” You scoff.

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to say. While she’s not his girlfriend she’s also not not his girlfriend. It’s complicated.

“Can I please, just please, can I take you home?”

“No, Jungkook. The fucking audacity,” you scoff again, “You haven’t spoken to me in 3 months,” your voice fucking cracks and you feel like dying. “Don’t start now.”

“y/n…” he runs another frustrated hand down his tired face, “I didn’t mean for it to go this long…” “I don’t fucking care, Jungkook.”

You feel your chest begin to burn, and your eyes begin to gloss over but you won’t cry. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

“I want nothing to do with you.”

You stare at the phone in your hands as you begin ordering your Uber when he yanks it from your hands once again, he hides the phone in his back pocket and you snarl.

“What the hell Jeon?”

“I said I am driving you home so we can talk so that’s what we are gonna fucking do, okay?” he grabs your hand and begins walking you towards the front door. There’s something about Jungkook...you decide to listen. You watch silently as he puts on his shoes and grabs his wallet and keys.

“Okay…” you finally answer, your voice timid.

He said you guys are going to talk but the car ride has been mostly silent save the low radio playing in the background. Maybe it’s better this way, you think. You aren’t sober, that’s for sure but you also don’t think you are drunk enough to handle this properly. You decide maybe that’s also for the best.

“You sir, are a fucking asshole.” You speak up, your fingers playing with the zipper of your purse. The car smells like it always does, his fresh laundry car freshener and you get sucked into a million memories linked with this scent.

“I know.” Jungkook eyes you from the driver seat, you shiver from the running AC and so he turns it down, “There’s a blanket in the back if you want to grab it.”

“No thanks, don’t know where that’s been.”

“It’s clean, I promise.”

Your eyes go wide as you recall his last promise to you…”Just a few days. I promise.”

“Yeah, I don’t actually believe in your promises anymore.” You continue to pick at the zipper of your purse, your eyes never leaving the zig and zag of the material.

“I needed space y/n, fucking sue me.” He groans out, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly.

“Oh I wish I could.” You snap back.

You feel your chest burn and tighten again, your eyes slightly watering. You have to force them shut to keep from any tears growing.

“I called and texted you every day.” You whisper, his grip getting tighter on the steering wheel.

“I gave you a few days Jungkook. But I never heard from you until 11 at night one night telling me you are fucking moving out.”

“I know, that was…fucked up, I admit. But I had to do what I had to do and I just wish you would let me explain that—”

“No.” you cut him off, “You don’t deserve to explain anything.”

“You mean so much to me y/n…”

“Don’t.”

Jungkook pulls over on the side of the road, turning off the ignition.

“What are you doing?” you sputter out.

He clicks his seatbelt off his body and turns to face you, “Getting comfortable.”

“Why?”

“Will you look at me?” Jungkook tilts his head towards you, “Will you please look at me?”

“No.” you stay facing forward, your hands folded in your lap.

“y/n…please.” His voice sounds strained and you almost feel bad. Almost, but not quite.

You don’t need this…you don’t need him. Ouch, you feel pain in your chest as you think that…oh, the lies you tell yourself.

“Say what you need to say Jungkook, so you can take me home.” Your face stays neutral.

Jungkook sighs out, feeling almost defeated, but not quite.

“I…I am so sorry.” He finally says.

“About what?”

“Everything y/n.” his voice cracks and somehow you feel satisfied.

“You’ll have to be more specific if you ever want my acceptance”

“I know…the first thing I am sorry for is not telling you about Taehyung. That was…that was wrong of me—”

“No shit, but go on.” Your voice stays steady as you speak.

“I was worried about other shit, I was selfish and it’s taking me a long time to forgive myself…but I’ve thought a lot about it these last few months and—and…”

“Oh? You’re worried about you forgiving yourself? Shouldn’t you be a little more concerned about I don’t know, me?”

Jungkook frowns at your words, because well, you’re right. And he’s getting to that part but you keep interrupting him. But he lets you.

“Yes. I am most worried about you, of course.” He breathes out. “You have no idea what these 3 months without you have felt like…”

“Really Jungkook? If anyone knows its fucking me. I went 3 months without you too. You left me!” you start to lose your composure as you speak, your hands gripping on to your poor purse. “When I was going through a really hard time you straight up left me.” You whisper.

“Please believe me…I had my reasons. It was truly for the best y/n.”

“For the best?” you scoff. “You’re such an asshole.”

Jungkook winces at your words, he knows you mean them and that hurts him even more.

“Can you just trust me?” Jungkook blurts out.

Huh? You shake your head, disappointed he would say something so …well, ridiculous.

“Just stop, Jungkook.” You hesitantly roll your eyes, still shaking your head.

Jungkook licks his lips over and over, trying to figure out his next words.

“I really really,” he begins to lose it, his eyes darting all around the car. “just need you to trust me.” He blinks repeatedly, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular.

You, of course, do not believe your ears. Trust him? How could you possibly trust him?

“I just really…I really had my reasons y/n. And I’m sorry, but I just need you to just trust me, that I had my reasons and that I do care about you.” His voice is shaky and you’re uncertain how to take this information.

“I’m confused…” you begin, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You want me to trust you? Even after you left me? Even after I ‘threw myself’ at you?!”

“You weren’t in the right head space y/n…you were vulnerable and…and you didn’t actually want me. You just were feeling used and rejected and needed something to make you feel wanted. To feel better. You wanted to use me for that and I couldn’t let you. But how much could I handle? You liked one of my friends, dated him…sort of, even slept with him and I had to be your shoulder to cry on when,” his breathing picks up heavily as he tries to speak, “it doesn’t matter.” He grits out.

You sit there…speechless. He wasn’t wrong, was he? You were feeling lost and rejected and used and you just wanted something or someone to feel better and who better than your best friend? But it’s also his fault you needed things to work out with Taehyung in the first place!

“Jungkook—”

“I’m not done.” He breathes out, his hot breath reaching your skin.

“I needed some space to think. But I realized I couldn’t properly think things through if I saw you every day, so yeah, I moved out. I’m sorry…” He runs a hand through his hair, a light chuckle makes it way past his lips “Then I met Vanessa.”

“I don’t want to talk about your little girlfriend.” You turn to face forward in your seat, your eyes glancing at the stop sign ahead.

“I told you, she’s not my girlfriend. But it is complicated.”

You continue to look straight ahead, your heart racing in your chest. The subject of “Vanessa” making you feel anxious.

“Complicated how?” you gulp.

“Don’t worry about it.” He laughs to himself, you turn your head to look at him.

“Are you serious, Jungkook?”

“We fuck y/n.”

“But it’s more than that right?”

“Yeah…” Jungkook bites down on his lip.

You look at him bewildered.

“Do you like her? Love her?”

You grip your purse in your lap, waiting for his answer. How would you feel if he answers yes? Are you brave enough to endure that answer? And if he says no? should you be happy? Should you feel relieved?

“No.” he closes his eyes, he folds his hands in front of him. “It’s complicated.”

You sign in relief—oh. Relief is the emotion you are feeling. Why? Why should it matter?

“Why are you telling me all of this?” you whisper.

“I want to be friends again, y/n.” he says softly, his eyes searching yours.

This is madness, how the hell could you save this friendship? Your face scrunches up and the first couple of tears slide down your cheeks, you shake your head as they continue to fall.

“You don’t know how this makes me feel…” you cry out. “I don’t even know how it makes me feel.”

You miss him, so fucking much and he’s right here offering himself to you. But you ‘re so hurt.

“y/n…I know I hurt you. But you gotta believe me when I say it is the hardest thing I have had to do…you understand that right? I had to do it…you understand right?” he begs.

“You were so quick to abandon me, Jungkook.” You drop your head into your hands, the tears uncontrollable now.

“I…” Jungkook begins to panic, his own eyes glossing over. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. Please y/n…I can make it up to you.”

“Things would never be the same, you get that right?” you bawl into your lap, your words coming out broken.

“Please baby, I just need you in my life again…” Jungkook admits, his own words choppy. He reaches his hand to touch you, to his surprise you don’t flinch. His hand cups the back of your head and he begins to massage it softly.

“I have missed you so much and nothing I mean nothing can replace you.” He hesitates to continue, “trust me…I have tried.”

You sob into your hands harder, the weight of his words crushing you.

“I’m sorry Jungkook but I…I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he absorbs your words, his mouth falls open in shock. Don’t believe him?

“What—what do you mean? What are you saying?” his panic filled voice makes your stomach churn.

“I reject your offer. Now please take me home.” You lift your head and stare straight ahead. “I’m serious.”

Jungkook face twists into a bewildered expression, he doesn’t believe his ears. You…reject him?

“Wait—”

“I said take me home now.” This time you snap your face in his direction, the cold look in your eyes piercing his very soul.

“Okay.”

Hopeless: the dictionary describes it as without hope ; despairing. But in reality, it’s just a picture of Jungkook’s poor, poor face.

Jungkook parks in his designated spot in the lot of his apartment complex, he reverses in because why the hell not. So extra. His drive home was silent… not even the radio on a low volume keeping him company, just complete silence. He turns the car off but doesn’t make a move to get out, he just continues to sit here in his car and sigh out dramatically every 5 seconds.

He’s so confused and lost on what to do. He bangs his head against the steering wheel a few times just for the hell of it, he just…he didn’t think you would reject him. But honestly? Can he blame you? All he’s done lately is be selfish and mess up over and over again. But he wishes you could just trust him but he also wishes he could just tell you the truth. Maybe then you could understand his position and you wouldn’t be mad at him anymore. But he has to wait.

Jungkook’s head is still banging against the steering wheel when more thoughts of you bombard his mind. His breathing picks up and he starts to sniffle, he doesn’t want to cry but you just…you don’t want anything to do with him. He balls his hands into fists and hit the steering wheel over and over causing the horn to go off a few times but he doesn’t care he’s so upset, he just….

When Jungkook saw you tonight for the first time in 3 months he swears his heart actually stopped. He swears it raced so quickly that it just stopped. He let go of Vanessa’s hand so quickly because he wanted to rush to you and hug you close, he wanted to just feel you. Not having touched your skin for the last 3 months…he doesn’t want to imagine even another day.

A few tears slip past his closed lids, he chuckles darkly as he recalls you and Nick. He thought, wow, the universe is cruel and also hilarious. His fucking roommate? He shakes his head, laughing again but his lips remain downward. He feels so fucking helpless right now. But he deserves this, he deserves to feel this pain. He did this to himself and he’s fully aware of that.

Jungkook thinks of your face, he thinks of your smile, he thinks of your eyes and he cries harder, his tears landing on the steering wheel and sliding down landing on to his lap. Yes, he feels like all hope is lost but he knows he cannot give up. He will win you over again one day. He lifts his head and wipes his tear streaked cheeks with the back of his hand and breathes out steadily.

“y/n…” he whispers to himself. Your name leaves his mouth in frustration. He won’t give up. He can’t.

~~~~

“And they were roommates?!” Jimin shouts, a banana half sticking out of his mouth, Trina gasps and whispers “Oh my god they were roommates.”

“Yeah, it was a total shit show.” You bang your head against your breakfast table. Holly rubs your back as she sits next to you.

“Then what happened?” she pries further.

“Yeah what the hell happened y/n!” Jimin yells out.

“He asked to be friends again…and I totally rejected him. Maybe I was too harsh? He was so sad guys…it makes me think…I might agree to kind of being…friends?”

Jimin shuts his eyes as a frown decorates his face, he places a hand on his hip and he inhales a sharp breath, “Listen…you’re both my friends and of course I want you to be good again…but he hurt you …bad.”

“I know Jiminie, but his reasons…” you bite your lip, “Never mind.”

“Well, I don’t like it.” Trina butts in. “He fucking left you, remember?”

“Yes Trina, I fucking remember—”

“Then fucking act like it!”

“Trina relax,” Holly intervenes. “They have a long history, right? It’s hard to just forget about everything…”

Jimin stands from his chair, hands on both hips. “Fine, if we are doing this…then you better actually try. Don’t half ass shit, if you’re going to be friends then don’t be an asshole to him, don’t make snarky remarks…I know your ass.”

Jimin has a good point, you haven’t actually thought about how you will act.

“I’ll be a good girl.” You raise your right arm to salute him.

“Fucking smart ass.” He rolls his eyes.

“Are we serious right now?” Trina shakes her head, “You moped around for 3 fucking months y/n. You cried every time you even thought of Jungkook…which was a fucking lot.” She points out, “Listen, you stayed strong when you talked to him in the car. Don’t break just because you feel bad for the dude because he’s fucking pitiful. He doesn’t deserve your pity girl. He’s an asshole!”

“Trina, be nice.” Holly says sternly, reaching forward to grab on to Trina’s hand. Trina visibly relaxes and nods her head towards Holly and smiles softly.

You and Jimin share a look. Are they….?

“You…” You slam your eyes shut, Trina’s words ringing loudly in your ears. You know she’s right. “I’ll think about it some more. For now, I gotta get ready for work.”

~~~~

“Doesn’t Hazel look so pretty here?” Adam shoves his phone in your face as he gushes about his girlfriend.

“Yes dude, she’s so pretty.” You deadpan. “Now can you please put the brownies in the oven? We’re low.”

“Wait wait…here’s one of us together at the park.” He nudges his phone in your hands, you roll your eyes but you take it.

The two of them are sitting on a park bench, she’s leaning into his frame and they both have wide smiles on their faces. They seem so in love. And you know they are because fucking Adam reminds you every 20 seconds.

“Their love makes me sick.” Jade walks over, her hands patting down on her work apron, her tone is bland but she still tries to smile. “Like, we get it.”

“Who loves who more?” you begin with a toothy grin, “Adam to Hazel or Lenny to the sugar cookies?” you laugh while pointing at said Lenny stuffing his face with the reject cookies. Jade and Adam chuckle while they stare at him.

“Hey guys, really?” Lenny says with his mouth full. “You know I feel bad when we throw them away.” He pouts, crumbs decorating his lips.

“Lenny I catch you eating fresh ones all the time!” Adam points out.

“Sometimes they’re a little ugly…” Lenny reasons, “So I…”

“You don’t have to explain my guy, you just really love your cookies.” You hand Adam back his phone as you head towards the walk in freezer to take out the brownies yourself. You load up a tray and stick those suckers in the oven.

“You’re useless Adam.” Jade sticks a piece of gum in her mouth and chews obnoxiously “U-s-e-l-e-s-s. Useless.”

“You’re always so mean to me Jade what did I ever do to you?”

All 4 of you shoot your heads up when you hear the bell go off on the door of the bakery, its loud chime signaling the arrival of a customer.

“Oh.” Jade says while popping a bubble. “It’s your usual customer y/n.”

You tilt your head towards the front of the store to get a look at who she is talking about, and yup its him. Your most consistent customer who orders the same damn thing every single day. 2 oatmeal raisin cookies and that’s it.

“Can someone else just take care of him today?” you whine, “I’m not in the mood to argue.”

“You know he’s just going to ask for you…” Lenny says stuffing his face with another cookie.

“God damn it.” You huff out, you grab two gloves from the box on the counter and begin walking towards the front of the store.

You reach the front counter and take in your enemy—you mean, your customer.

“And what do I owe the pleasure Mister Oatmeal Raisin?” you raise a brow towards the man. He’s only a few inches taller than you, his hair is a sandy color today and you hate to admit it looks good on him.

“You know you could just call me by name.” the man sways side to side with a smirk on his face.

“I like Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He has been coming to this store for the last couple of months and you two…don’t necessarily get along swimmingly. He complains a lot and is a total smart ass. And you? Well, you’re not much better.

“Well, I’ll have my usual.” He smiles, “And you know the drill, please make sure there is a normal amount of raisins and not a million, I don’t want 8 raisins a bite. But one every now and then.”

You roll your eyes extremely dramatically, pressing the buttons on the screen for his order.

“Sir yes sir.” You salute towards him, “How could I not know the drill?”

“That’s the spirit.”

You spin on your heels and head towards the back to heat up his two cookies. You carefully select one cookie with barely any raisins and one cookie with a million, just like he didn’t want. You cackle to yourself as you place them in the baggy, feeling beyond satisfied.

“How haven’t you gotten fired?” Adam crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you, “And how hasn’t he complained about you? You do this every time I don’t get it.”

“He likes her.” Jade says plainly while scrolling through her phone.

“As fucking if!” you scoff, “He wants nothing but to annoy me!” But you can’t help but smile.

“He literally only asks for you every time you’re in.” Lenny reasons, “but you shouldn’t like him back…he likes the worst cookie on the menu. Sugar is where it’s at.”

You laugh at your coworker while walking back up towards the front of the store, reaching the counter.

“Your cookies!” you hand him the baggy with an evil smirk, “I hope you enjoy them.” You wink.

The man opens the baggy and inspects each cookie and with his own evil smirk he winks back at you, “Are we serious right now?” his sly smile doesn’t leave his face as he begins to complain, “You are such a brat.”

“$4 Mister Oatmeal Raisin.”

He hands you the cash, you put it away quickly and with a wide smile you gesture towards the door for him to leave.

“Min Yoongi.” He shakes the bag of cookies in front of him, “Not Mister Oatmeal Raisin.” He turns around and starts walking towards the door but before he exits he tilts his head to look at you one last time, “See you tomorrow…y/n.”

You feel a harsh blush creep up on your cheeks, or your whole face actually. Maybe your whole body. You feel taken aback he knows your name but then you remember you have a god damn name tag.

“Uh…yeah.”

“See you tomorrow…y/n.” all 3 of your coworkers mock in a deep voice.

“Shut up guys!” you whine into your hands, “Can we please just get back to work!”

~~~~~

A few weeks later

The drive to Jimin’s is a quick 7 minutes but you did take a little detour. You decided to stop at the pizzeria that’s on the way and grab a hot pizza for the two of you.

“Hehe.” You look over to the steamy food sitting in the passenger seat.

Jimin has been such a great friend to you all this time and you feel like you’ve never really thanked him…so, tonight you two are going to have a fun night in—he just doesn’t know it yet.

Who doesn’t love being surprised with food?

You pull up to Jimin’s apartment complex and after driving in circles you finally find a parking spot. You grab your purse, your backpack, and the pizza and make your way up to his apartment.

You knock on his front door a few times but get no answer. Maybe he’s not home? No, you definitely hear music coming from the other side…so, you decide to call him.

“Hello?”

“Jimin~ let me in!” you sing into the phone.

“You’re—you’re here?”

“Let me in already!” and with that you hang up and wait patiently outside the door.

A few moments pass before the door is opening up, when Jimin really registers that it’s you he’s kind of closing the door until only his face is shown through the crack.

“Ummm…yes?”

You quirk a brow at the boy, “What do you mean ‘yes?’ let me in!” you begin walking forward when a panicked Jimin opens the door wider to let himself outside and shut the door behind him.

“y/n…why are you here? Did we have plans tonight?” he looks down at the pizza in your hands.

“Not exactly…” you admit, “But I figured we could have a night in.”

Jimin frowns. Fucking frowns!

“Or not?” you say awkwardly.

You hear some sort of banging on the other side of the door and then it clicks.

“Oh? You have someone over?” you smirk.

“Uhhh…no. Nothing like that.” Jimin’s eyes slide to the side as he tries to think of what to say next.

“Babe—”

“Jimin!”

The door is being swung wide open and your eyes travel from some horrendous toes socks to some tight jeans to a striped t shirt to yes, Jungkook’s surprised face.

“Oh.” You both say at the same time.

You and Jungkook stare at one another for a few moments, neither of your eyes leaving the other when Jimin clears his throat.

“Sorry y/n. Jungkook is already over…” he gives you an apologetic smile.

“Is it just you two?” you ask quietly.

“Huh? Uh, yeah.”

You glance down at the pizza and think to yourself. You and Jungkook may not be friends but you can be civil? Yeah, totally! You can definitely be civil! You already bought this fucking pizza so you and Jimin are going to eat it! And you guess, Jungkook too.

“Okay, let me in.” you start shoving your way past Jimin, you watch as his and Jungkook’s eyes go wide.

“Maybe you didn’t hear him, but I am already hanging out with him?” Jungkook sputters out. He awkwardly moves to the side anyway to let you through.

“I can be civil with you Jungkook. Plus, I don’t want this pizza to go to waste. So let’s eat.” You walk through, nudging the pizza box into Jungkook’s hands, he takes it while looking at Jimin with shocked eyes.

Jimin just shrugs and follows you inside.

“Yeah, let’s eat.” He says nonchalantly.

Jungkook is left at the door with the pizza in his hands as he is left completely dumbfounded. He is malfunctioning.

“Jungkook?” you call out over your shoulder, “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

“Yeah, Jungkook hurry up!” Jimin smirks, he isn’t totally sure what’s going on but he kind of likes it.

“So what were you guys doing before I got here?” you shove an entire slice of pizza down your throat, the sauce getting left behind on your lips.

“I was teaching Jungkook some of my dance moves…we made a bet that he couldn’t learn the entire routine in 3 times…and—”

“Let me guess, he fucking learned it.” You laugh.

Jimin groans, his head thrown back as he begins nodding his head ‘yes.’

“So annoying! What can’t he do!” Jimin throws the pizza crust in the box and Jungkook immediately picks it up and eats it.

“Pshh, I could name a few things.” You point out bitterly. “But we won’t get into that.”

“Yeah, please don’t.” Jimin pleads.

“I’m curious…what is it you think I cant do?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you and your eyes darken in his direction.

“You really want me to?” you take a napkin and wipe your lips, “It’s nothing nice.” You admit.

“Oh then yes, please don’t.” Jungkook is quick to say.

“Yes, please don’t.” Jimin begs again.

The 3 of you are sitting on the living room floor, maybe only 30 minutes or so has passed by and it’s not too awkward. But it’s not necessarily comfortable either. Jimin looks between you and Jungkook constantly, waiting for someone to crack but neither of you really speak to each other. Both of you really only communicating with Jimin.

“So Jimin, are you going to show me another routine?”

“Why? So you can prove you’re the master of everything again? No thanks.”

“Jimin, maybe you can show me a few steps?”

Jimin smiles awkwardly while Jungkook is quick to burst out laughing. You snap your head towards Jungkook and raise your brows at him.

“Why is Jungkook laughing, Jimin?”

“Umm…” Jimin smiles softly, “You aren’t the most…”

Jungkook laughs harder as he watches Jimin trying to explain.

“Aren’t the most…?” You tilt your head towards the boy.

“C’mon y/n don’t make me say it…” Jimin drags out his words in a whine, he plays with his fingers, looking around the room awkwardly.

“Just say it Jimin.” Jungkook chuckles out.

“If you’re trying to say I’m a bad dancer, we all know that’s not true!” you defend once you catch on, you pout at the boys.

“Well…”

“You have both told me I am a good dancer!”

“Well, you know how to move. But steps…following a routine…that’s different. You aren’t very coordinated.” Jimin finally admits, a sheepish grin on his face.

“He means you can roll your hips but your feet are clumsy as fuck.” Jungkook says, still laughing at the situation.

“Shut up.” You glare at Jungkook.

“No, he’s right.” Jimin begins laughing as well, he looks at you and smiles. Well, if Jimin is saying it…maybe it might be true. It’s not like you didn’t kind of know. But still!

“Fine, whatever. Don’t teach me then.”

Suddenly, Jimin’s phone is going off and he rushes to the kitchen to answer it. You and Jungkook eat your pizza in silence, awkwardly catching one another’s gaze.

“So—”

“Don’t talk to me.” You cut in. Jimin isn’t here so it’s not like you have to be totally social with Jungkook.

“Oh.” Jungkook dramatically slumps his shoulders and pouts. You watch him as he throws a silent fit like the baby he is. “Okay.”

Jimin walks back into the living room looking annoyed, he stands between you two and throws a hand on his hip.

“I have to go down to the front office, there was a mix up in packages…I shouldn’t take too long…” he bites down on his plump bottom lip, “Please be civil while I’m gone. Jungkook…” he looks at the boy then at you, “y/n…” he warns.

“Sir yes sir!” you salute towards your friend with a straight face.

Jimin only narrows his eyes as he looks between you two.

“I’m serious…” he says.

Then he is putting on some shoes and heading out the front door, the soft click making you shudder. You’re alone with Jungkook.

A few minutes pass and you both awkwardly just sit there, sometimes catching the other looking. You finally huff out and accidentally giggle.

“What’s funny?” Jungkook’s curiosity getting the best of him.

“It’s just…I feel like we’re Jimin’s divorced parents and we’re trying to be civil for our child.”

Jungkook stares at you with scrunched brows, then looks away while a chuckle escapes his lips.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

You only nod your head in response. You two go back to the awkward silence.

You aren’t used to this…this awkward and odd silence that lingers between you two. It feels so fucking suffocating you almost wish you were on total talking terms so you didn’t have to endure this shit show.

“You know I could…no, forget it.” Jungkook bites his nails as he speaks, “I…”

“What?” you don’t mean to snap at him, but somehow even talking with an attitude feels better than not talking at all.

“I was going to say…I could teach you some steps…then you could surprise Jimin. He’s been working on a salsa piece…I can teach you some? Then maybe he will stop talking shit on your dancing.” Jungkook laughs awkwardly.

“Wait—he talks shit?!” somehow this doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“Only a little.” Jungkook shows you how little with his pointer finger and thumb. “But uh, want me to show you?”

“I don’t even want to talk to you, you think I want to dance with you?” you raise a brow in amusement. You forget this boy has all the audacity.

“Dancing doesn’t have to have any talking.” Jungkook states with a sly smile.

“So you’re just going to show me the steps?”

“Precisely.”

You don’t know why, but this sounds better than actually speaking and/or just sitting in miserable silence. And maybe, just maybe you have a desire to be close to him.

“You think I could learn in time before Jimin gets back?”

“With me as your teacher? Definitely.” He fucking smirks at you and you can’t help but feel that feeling in your stomach. Not necessarily a bad feeling but a fucking feeling.

Jungkook stands to his feet and extends his hand out to you for you to take.

“Here, stand up.”

Your eyes travel from his hands to his eyes and you blink lazily at him…wait, you’re really doing this? He stares down at you and he smiles softly and it creates a warmth in your chest that you’re trying so hard to ignore. You can’t.

Even so, you hesitantly begin to reach up to grab on to his hand, once your skin touches his you feel it. The burning. You should be used to it but right now, the fire is raging and the heat is almost too much. But you let him close his hand over yours as he helps you up.

You’re now standing in front of one another, in complete silence again. But this time it’s not awkward—no, it’s a different type of tension. Your hand lingers in his, neither of you brave enough to let go of the other. Jungkook looks down at you and you up at him, and you feel a million things. But the number one thing you feel is pain. You slowly pull your hand back and break eye contact with him, your head dropping low.

“Show me already.” You whisper.

“Shh, no talking.” Jungkook quietly demands. “Only speak with your body.” He puts some music on the speakers and smirks at you.

Jungkook steps closer to you and you stay grounded in your spot, you can feel the heat of his body begin to radiate and warm you. One of his hands find yours, he weaves his fingers through your own and puts one hand on your hip, he looks down at you to warn you this is how he will guide you.

“Just follow me.”

“You said no talking Mr.Jeon.” you say almost under your breath as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook rolls his head back with a smirk on his face, he looks at you and nods.

He puts his left foot forward and steps with his right foot in the same place at center, then puts his left foot back again. You try to copy his moves but even with such simple steps you step on his feet. He looks up at you disapprovingly. You only smile at him.

You two continue to try these steps until you finally manage to understand them even just a little bit. Jungkook brings your body closer to his as you two move your hips to the music while following the simple steps. His chest flush against your own, his heart beating so loudly you can feel it. Your heart isn’t any better. You start to finally get the hang of it, the music slowly taking you to another place. Jungkook moves his hips to the beat so flawlessly and honestly? You’re doing pretty fucking good if you do say so yourself.

Jungkook’s grip on your hip tightens as he grinds himself closer to you, you feel lightheaded as you two dance to the song. Your breathing getting just a little heavier and you feel lost and pathetic but you’re too immersed in the dance to care. Jungkook finds his head falling into the crook of your neck, his hot breaths fanning against your sensitive skin and you find your hand skimming up his back until you have a handful of his hair. You lightly tug on his locks and Jungkook quietly groans. You don’t know if you’re even doing the right steps anymore, your feet moving all around the place, but somehow it’s working. You’re still following his lead and you’re sure the dance looks somewhat okay. All you care about is how both of your hips move to the beat of the music and into each other. You two are so in sync its driving you nuts.

Jungkook lifts his head and watches as you close your eyes and he closes his own eyes, his head falling forward, your foreheads close to touching. You feel so dizzy, so light and airy, so fucking great like you’re floating. You can’t help but feel the heat creep up your entire body, you feel sweat start to build as you two move. You tighten your hands around Jungkook’s neck and pull him down impossibly close, until his forehead is touching yours. Your harsh breaths mingling with his. You get dragged into the memory of when he had you pinned to his dorms mattress, you recall how his lips left kisses all along your throat, his hot breath reminding you of the past. You think of how he rolled his hips into you effortlessly then as well, you think of how you scraped your nails down his back as he thrusted into you. God, you need to think of something else but Jungkook is filling your mind.

Jungkook’s breathing picks up again, as does yours. Your memories making this dance that much more sensual. You remember the way Jungkook nibbled on your ear as he let filthy words spill from his mouth when he fucked you. God, you should not be thinking this but his body feels so good. God, you should think of anything…literally anything else. You remember how he held you close much like how he is right now. You two continue dancing to the song that is soon coming to an end. You know exactly how it feels to have Jungkook inside you, moving and stilling. You know exactly what it feels like to come all around his cock. God, you need to stop. You need to slow your breathing. God, you…you…you...he continues to guide you along to the music when you feel something hard poke against you. Oh. Oh. OH. Hard. He’s hard.

Immediately, you pull back and take several clumsy steps backward. You blink at him with wide eyes when you realize that maybe he was recalling the same memories as you. Your wide eyes concerning Jungkook.

“Okay, that’s enough lessons for today.” Your harsh breaths don’t go unnoticed by Jungkook, his own breathing quite unsteady.

“Right.” Jungkook mumbles.

You two stand around for a few moments, just taking in the experience you just shared.

You still feel…how do you feel? You just shared a hot dance with your best friend? Wait—ex best friend? You don’t know. The memory of his body moving with yours, his skin touching your skin, his breaths on your neck, his hair balled up in your hands. God, it felt so good.

But so wrong.

“Umm…thanks.” You finally say.

Jungkook perks up at the gratitude, even if it’s somewhat forced. His frown turns into a small smile and you can’t help but smile back.

“I miss you y/n.” Jungkook instantly regrets it by the look on your face. Your expression turning hard. “Sorry I—”

“No, I miss you too.” You answer honestly. “But this doesn’t change anything.”

“But why not? Do you really not want me in your life for like, ever?”

Jungkook’s questions settle deep within you. The depth they hold…it’s too much. You wonder? Is this anti-Jungkook thing permanent? Or are you just trying to teach him a lesson?

Jungkook rubs his temples as he thinks, he sighs out instead of talking more.

“Not forever.” You finally say. Jungkook looks at you, a sliver of hope flashes across his face.

“But when?” he asks softly.

Yeah y/n. When? You know you both can’t go back to how things use to be but maybe starting over? God, you don’t know what to do! You know someone like Trina will be disappointed you became friends with Jungkook again so quickly, but you know someone like Jimin would be happy his two friends are back to being on okay terms. Why are you trying to please everybody? What do you want?

“Will you ever give up?” you say a little more lightly.

“No…” he says under his breath, his eyes focusing on the TV. “Not until you agree to be my friend again.”

You look at Jungkook with disbelief written all over your face, this boy has the fucking audacity once again. You’re amused though.

“Excuse me?” you say, cleaning your ear out with your point finger. “I didn’t catch that.”

Jungkook looks into your eyes, his eyes are large and doe like and it brings you back to every moment ever that he has given you this look.

“You’re stuck with me until you love me again.” He says more firmly.

“Who said,” you look at him with soft eyes, “That I ever stopped loving you?”

Jungkook smiles, he fucking smiles. His adorable bunny smile that makes your heart race.

“You still love me?”

“Only a little.” You jut your lip out, “I mostly hate you.”

Jungkook only frowns for a second before he is smiling again, “That’s fair.”

The two of you stand in comfortable silence for a few minutes, you sway back and forth wondering what you want to say to him—you miss him, of course but…

“Let’s take it slow.” You finally break the silence. You miss him more than anything and it might be worth it to have him in your life again, “You aren’t going to be a priority in my life anymore.” You crack you knuckles, the sound filling up the room.

“I know,” Jungkook feels his heart twist at your words but at least it’s something. “We can go however slow you want y/n.”

“You are on—”

“Thin fucking ice, buddy. I know.”

You exhale a shaky breath, thinking about how to go about this, “We can text every now and then, I’m not sure I want to hang out with you quite yet.”

“Okay.”

“Maybe a group hang out first…”

“I’d like that.”

Jungkook reaches over to grab your hand but you pull back, “That’s a no from me for the affection.”

Hurt flashes across Jungkook’s features but he softens up as he nods his head. “Noted.”

You wonder if you’re making the right decision. This wasn’t easy, you know? This actually felt quite hard. But somehow you feel like some weight has been lifted off your shoulders, like things maybe just maybe will be okay.

“I won’t push myself on you, I promise.” Jungkook sits back down on the floor, crossing his legs.

“Just be yourself, Jungkook.”

“If I wanted to be myself I would be hugging you right now but that’s apparently off limits.” He jokes.

“One hug.” You open your arms timidly. You feel one hug can’t be too bad?

Jungkook widens his eyes in pleasant surprise. He stands to his feet again and opens his own arms.

“C’mere.”

You watch in disbelief as he grins with his arms wide open, expecting you to go to him! And you do. You fucking do.

His arms wrap around you, he pushes you into his chest and you feel so fucking good. So warm, so cozy. His scent making you feel dizzy again, his warmth causing you to heat up. You lean back and look at his content face, he honestly looks so fucking content. Like, this hug is everything to him. And maybe it is, but you don’t know that.

“Uh, am I interrupting something?” you both snap your heads toward the front door to see Jimin standing there with a package in his hands.

“I can come back later?” he smirks at you two.

“No no no no!” you drop your arms from hugging Jungkook and take a few steps back, “We were just—”

“We made up, Jimin.” Jungkook says calmly with the softest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“We’re taking it slow!” you rush to say.

“Oh?” Jimin winks, he walks forward until he’s in the living room joining you two. “Does this mean you will be joining us this Thursday at Jungkook and Nick’s place?”

“Huh?”

Jungkook shifts on his feet, “Yeah, uh, me and Nick are having a small get together on Thursday…you can bring whoever you want…but you’re definitely invited.”

“Before I answer that…Jimin how did you not know about Nick and him being Jungkook’s roommate?”

“Listen! Jungkook is always HERE! I never go over there! The few times I was there Nick was never home okay?!” Jimin whines obnoxiously.

“Okay, whatever. And Jungkook, I said—”

“You said group hang outs.” Jungkook pouts.

Oh. You did say that. But this soon? And is she going to be there?

You chew on your lips before answering, “Okay. But I’m bringing Trina and Holly.”

“Oh bro, Trina is not your biggest fan.” Jimin cuts in.

“Yeah, I know how she is I already anticipated that.” Jungkook shrugs, he looks at you with a small smile.

Okay, starting over? Taking it slow? Can you and Jungkook do this? You look between the boys and smile,

“Okay. See you boys on Thursday.”

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