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whumpmatsus · 3 years

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So you can, nice.

I been wandering if you could write something about a painful love triangle between iromatsu and a new neighbor they have met and become Friends with.

She is like the epic older sister type, but with some depression and emptiness. Best if her name was Irusu. She likes to pet the sextuplets.

ichimatsu happen to fall for her thinking she is similar to him and karamatsu falling for her strong personality thinking it was beautiful.

however when karamatsu realized that ichi love her too and saw how close they are. he had a emotional battle with himself not knowing if he should choose his happiness or his brother's, in the end he chose what he thought is the best for them all and immediately give up on her and start avoiding her not knowing that the girl actually have a crush on him (lot of details, ik)

eventually the girl got hurt from Karamatsu action and blamed her foolish messed up self.

Ichimatsu who know the girl's feelings get into a fight with karamatsu and they got injured both physically and emotionally.

I don't know about the ending tho, you can write whatever you want I'm only here to give pain to my heart.

It's a bit long so take your time and don't overdo it pls, love ya💙

ahahaha sorry, was the request "yo girl how much emotional Iromatsu shit can you fit into less than 3000 words?"

... the answer is literally all of it

this was fun, Iromatsu fighting hurts my heart but also I love it, that angst is delicious :D

I made the ending vague in order both to let people imagine their own ending AND to set up for a possible sequel if anybody wants one!

love ya too, I hope this is good for you *fingerguns*

For the first time in a long time, Akatsuka Ward has a new resident.

For the first time in an even longer time, she’s been hanging around the Matsuno sextuplets as if they’re her only friends.

As far as anyone else knows, that might be the truth. No one ever sees her with anyone else aside from the times she happens to work, and the brothers all seem incredibly fond of her, so there’s really no reason to find anyone else when she has six new friends.

Irusu is maybe a strange kind of young lady, but no stranger than the rest of Akatsuka’s inhabitants, to be fair. Around the sextuplets, she doesn’t really rest in making sure they’re all taken care of and happy.

She accompanies Osomatsu to the pachinko parlor, often putting her own money into the machines so he can play. She sits next to Karamatsu on the roof, listening to him play guitar and singing along. She collects magazine articles about idols and proudly sets them into Choromatsu’s hands when she comes over. She brings over food for Ichimatsu’s cats, giving little kissy noises as she feeds them. She always offers to play baseball with Jyushimatsu, even though it always leads to exhaustion later. She displays an incredible willingness to star in selfies with Totty and makes him laugh with silly poses.

And if she’s not doing any of those things, she’s got one of their heads in her lap, stroking through their hair. More than one fight has broken out over who gets to be petted the most on any given day.

All in all, they love having her around. It’s been so long since any of them had a real friend outside the family who treated them so kindly.

Is it really any wonder at least one of them ended up falling head over heels for her?

… Actually, is it really any wonder two of them did?

Neither of them is sure who fell first, though they’re not sure it really matters since they can’t really call ‘dibs’ on a person. All they know is that Ichimatsu is drawn to the similarities between himself and Irusu, sensing a kind of heavy-weighing sadness and darkness inside her that’s not unlike his own… and that Karamatsu is pulled in by her strength and kindness, in awe of someone who can be so brave even when she’s suffering herself.

For the month or so after Karamatsu became aware of his little brother’s feelings, he’s been wrestling with his own heart. What kind of horrible older brother would he be if he stole the affections of someone Ichimatsu’s heart is also pining after? Can he even set aside his own selfish emotions when he’s never quite felt like this for someone before?

The whole thing is just awful. Often as brothers they would playfully fight over Totoko, and yet this is… different. This isn’t Totoko. It’s Irusu. It’s someone that one of them might actually have a shot with.

What is he supposed to do? For once in his life, he wants to step up and have a chance, to not immediately give in to his generosity and wanting his little brother to be happy. He wants to be happy. It’s a shame that he does want Ichimatsu to be happy, too. At the very least, he doesn’t want his happiness to have a hand in Ichimatsu’s pain.

He thinks too long and too hard. Every cheesy romantic line that he aims at Irusu and every time she smiles at him ― it’s getting more difficult to take. Every time she caresses his head. Every hug they share.

Every time he notices Ichimatsu tense up whenever Karamatsu flirts with Irusu. Every time Ichimatsu clenches his fists when she’s charmed by something Karamatsu does or says. Every time he looks angry and insecure when she calls him ‘Irusu boy’ and proclaims herself ‘Karamatsu girl’, even if it’s probably just a joke.

Those are the things he thinks he notices more than any of Irusu’s reactions.

He wants so much to be selfish, to not care how his brother feels. The unfortunate truth is that he does. More than anything, he loves all of his brothers, Ichimatsu included. If something he does is going to hurt one of them, then he doesn’t want to do it.

So last night, he did something that he didn’t truly want to do. As Irusu was leaving, he kissed her hand and told her, in a rather solemn tone devoid of his usual theatrics, “Ichimatsu would probably like it if you asked him out.”

With that, he felt like things were in place. He would keep his distance from her, Ichimatsu would get a chance to be happy with her, and… Karamatsu was sure he would find someone else eventually. The biggest problem was that in order for it not to be so painful for him, he would have to try to avoid Irusu as much as possible.

No more hugs. No more being petted. No more pretty smiles in his direction.

It’s only been a few days of it by this point. However, it’s not easy. Even though he thinks this is the best thing, that he’ll stop craving her attention at some point, right now he still wants it. Losing the closeness they’ve all become used to is one of the worst things he can think of, and it’s happening, and he’s so sure it’s the right thing…

It just sucks that the right thing can hurt so badly.

At least his little brother will have a shot at happiness.

Ichimatsu, on the other hand, is pissed.

He’s sure he must have been this angry at some other point in his life, although he can’t really remember this kind of fury burning him up from the inside. It’s probably been a while since he felt anything other than a boiling of annoyance.

He has a hard time with Karamatsu, that much is for sure, but he knows Karamatsu well enough. The man is a goody-goody, or at least he pretends to be, so he’d never do something like, say, step on Ichimatsu’s toes over a girl they both like. That much is certain.

Except the issue with backing off is that in the process, he’s managed to lodge a big, painful arrow in Irusu’s feelings. That is something Ichimatsu can’t just ignore or let slide.

Why would he do this, anyway? If he was going to let Ichimatsu have a chance with her, fine… how come he had to just start brushing her off, though? What, does he think he can’t even be friends with her in order to let Ichimatsu shoot his shot? The hell is wrong with that dumbass?

This is where his dangerous nature comes in handy, at the very least. He can’t act too scary around Irusu or he risks her being afraid of him. Karamatsu is another story.

Which is good, because he thinks his big, stupid brother needs a scare to make him realize what the hell he’s doing.

Not only is he taking away Ichimatsu’s chance of winning Irusu’s affection fairly, instead of being the ‘runner-up’ like he’s been his whole life, Karamatsu is also hurting her. She’s talked about this to Ichimatsu, and she thinks that this is somehow her fault.

She thinks she’s too messed up and Karamatsu has just lost interest in her, that she did something which turned him off. The way she buried her face in Ichimatsu’s shoulder, mumbling tearfully that she should have known Karamatsu couldn’t possibly like her the way she liked him, is a memory he thinks is going to be burned in his mind forever.

He’s mad at Karamatsu more than he’s ever been in his life. He thinks he’s doing a nice thing stepping aside and trying to give Ichimatsu a chance, but if it hurts Irusu, he doesn’t want that chance. It matters what she wants more than anything, so if she likes and wants Karamatsu, if it’s putting her in pain to have him treat her dismissively, then Ichimatsu isn’t going to just stand by. He’s gonna do something about it.

Of course, perhaps he could have been a little more composed about it than to simply walk up to Karamatsu and punch him in the face. That said, nobody ever accused Ichimatsu of being subtle.

The hit was hard enough to leave his hand aching, so as soon as it connects, he pulls his fist back and rubs at his knuckles. It hurts, yeah. There’s more important stuff than that right now, though. He stares down at his brother, who’s on the floor trying to recover, and for a long moment, doesn’t do anything except glare.

Karamatsu, meanwhile, is pinching his nose shut in an attempt to stop the bleeding from being punched in the Goddamn face without any warning. To say he wasn’t expecting the blow would be an understatement. Even when he gingerly draws his hand away with a wince, everything still throbs. “Ichimatsu, what the hell was that for?!”

“You’re an ass,” Ichimatsu hisses, taking a step closer. “You think I need your fucking pity, huh? You think the only way Irusu would choose to go out with me is because you gracefully bowed out? You’re full of shit!”

Karamatsu is on his feet in a few seconds, only to just barely catch another fist thrown at him. His arm shakes with the muscle strain of holding back his little brother’s ire. “What are you… are you angry at me for taking myself out of the running?! Any other time, you’d be eliminating the competition yourself!”

Ichimatsu throws a punch with his other hand, though it’s caught just the same. There’s too much rage and adrenaline flooding through him, and Karamatsu can’t hold him back forever. “You think you’re doing me some kind of favor?! That’s just so like you! You’ve gotta be the hero right? You stupid, chūnibyō loser! You’re the saintly big brother and I’m the pathetic jackass and you’ve just gotta help me!”

“Wha… h-hey! That’s not what I think or what I’m trying to do!” It’s starting to become difficult to keep a grip on Ichimatsu’s hands, so in a desperate bid for some space, he shoves Ichimatsu back… maybe with a little more force than he may have used otherwise. “I care about you, Ichimatsu! You deserve to have a chance, and I know she likes you, and I just thought… if I allowed her to focus on you, I wouldn’t distract her!”

Ichimatsu ends up flat on his ass, although he’s back up in only a second. “You didn’t distract her, you motherfucker! You hurt her feelings! Who cares if she likes me?! She likes you! But as usual, you had to go and fuck everything up for everybody because you were trying to ‘help’!”

This time when he lunges forward, Karamatsu is ready and they end up grappling like two bucks locking antlers. Nobody really has the upper hand unless one counts that Ichimatsu is putting a little more physical force into it; the emotional toll it’s taking on Karamatsu is obvious, though.

“She never told me anything about that!” His arms quiver as he tries to plant his feet so that Ichimatsu can’t just brute force his way through this fight.

“Should she have had to?! You said she likes me, but she’s never said that, so you could obviously read her to know she likes me! You couldn’t tell she likes you, too?! And so what?!” Ichimatsu rocks forward in an attempt to knock Karamatsu off balance. “Even if she didn’t like you that way, you think blowing her off like you’ve been doing wouldn’t hurt a friend?!”

He winds back and goes in for another punch. “You’re not a good person! You know what you are? You know what I see when I look at you, what everyone else sees when they look at you? A stupid, painful, selfish, sorry excuse for a big brother!”

Something about those words makes Karamatsu freeze. The hit lands full-force, kickstarting the bloody nose that had just stopped a moment ago. Sparks dance around his insides, prompting him to gain back awareness enough to reciprocate the blow.

Before either of them know it, they’re rolling around on the floor, kicking and hitting each other and shouting the worst things they can think of.

“Excruciating bastard!”

“Antisocial asshole!”

“Self-centered, holier-than-thou shitbag!”

“Emotionally constipated, ungrateful bitch!”

“You don’t deserve to be anyone’s older brother! You don’t deserve to be anyone’s brother, period! You deserve to be alone, because nobody should ever have to deal with you and your fucking tryhard bullshit!”

“Oh, and you’re so easy to deal with?! All any of us do is give and give and you don’t give us anything in return! Being an apathetic misanthrope doesn’t make you interesting or special, it just makes you an edgelord!”

“Edgelord, huh? Must run in the family, because you’re even edgier than I am!”

“Maybe, but at least I don’t shut everyone out and act like my brothers don’t love me!”

“Oh, you’re psychoanalyzing me now?! Fuck off! Actually, just die!”

“Is that what you say to everything?! You die first and I might consider it!”

“Great! I’m glad to die! I’ve got a noose and a beam all picked out! As long as I get to choose how you die, I’m ready when you are, asshole!”

“Please! As if I’m going to let you do something like that! What the hell is wrong with you, Ichimatsu?!”

It seems to be the turn in that direction that causes the two of them to start to lose steam. The decline is quick as all the anger between both men crystallizes into fatigue and anguish.

Karamatsu rolls over from where he ended up above Ichimatsu, and Ichimatsu lets his whole body go limp. They lie there for what feels like forever, breathing heavily, covered in new bruises and scratches and flecks of blood, too tired to fire any more shots at one another.

They lie side by side, and when Karamatsu looks over, he sees through his own blurry vision that there are tears in the corners of Ichimatsu’s eyes.

His heart leaps into his throat.

He doesn’t know how else this could have turned out, but it’s undeniable that things have gone way too far, as they always do with any of the sextuplets.

“Ichimatsu…” He reaches for his little brother, only for Ichimatsu to pull violently away and curl into a ball. It hurts, mainly because he knows that’s what Ichimatsu does when he wants the entire world to leave him be. This time, it’s Karamatsu’s fault.

“Fuck off, Shittymatsu,” Ichimatsu mumbles. It’s through experience that Karamatsu can tell he’s starting to cry; that break in his voice might not be evident to anyone except his brothers. “Whatever you’re going to say, I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care.”

Karamatsu huffs. “Well, you should care. We can’t do this shit, Ichimatsu. What’s wrong with us? It’s not normal for brothers to fight like this. We just beat each other up. Over a woman. … A stunning woman, but―”

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Ichimatsu interrupts. “Are there rocks in your Goddamn head? Do you really think this is just about Irusu? Don’t pretend this wouldn’t have happened at some point even if she never came into our lives. We’re fucking losers who don’t know how to get along and she’s just the latest thing we’re fighting about. We’re both shitheads. Neither of us deserves her.”

Well, at least they can agree on that.

Despite the fact that Ichimatsu doesn’t turn to look at him, not even a little, Karamatsu keeps a hand on his little brother’s back. That Ichimatsu doesn’t push him away or scream for Karamatsu to get off is a good sign.

Although, there aren’t enough good signs to just magically fix this. There’s still so much wrong with the entire situation and nothing is going to tie it up with a neat bow.

They lie next to each other in silence for a long time. Gradually, the tension starts to drain out of Ichimatsu’s body, the more seconds tick by without Karamatsu moving away. His muscles continue to relax until he’s bled out of fury, until he realizes that he doesn’t wantto be mad at his big brother.

The anger isn’t just going to vanish from either of them. It’s not going to disappear because they don’t want to be angry at each other. Their exhaustion bringing true feelings out of the shadows, however, is better than making believe they would prefer staying angry.

“I’m sorry,” Karamatsu finally says. His voice is smaller than usual and breathy and sounds cracked in half by the time he speaks up.

At last, Ichimatsu rolls over onto his back with a grunt. “… I’m sorry, too.”

Karamatsu sighs and shifts his hand away to give his younger brother space. “We really are a couple of pathetic creatures, aren’t we?”

“Yep, we’re shitty.”

“The shittiest.”

They both fall silent for another moment or two. This time, it’s Ichimatsu who breaks the quiet. “What… do we do now?”

There are too many thoughts swirling around Karamatsu’s head. And he would assume in Ichimatsu’s head as well. Everything is tumulting around in an unorganized mess, too much to put together any kind of real plan.

What do they do about what,anyway? About Irusu and who gets to have a chance with her? About their own broken relationship?

Neither of them really knows what to do about anything.

“I think,” Karamatsu hums, “we should patch up our wounds before anything else.”

So Ichimatsu nods.

It’s not going to solve any of their real problems, but it’s as good a place to start as any.

#Osomatsu san #whump #Iromatsu #Karamatsu #Ichimatsu #OC #emotional whump #violence #love triangle #angst #MMMMMMMMMMM Y'ALL TASTE THAT??#FRESH ANGST RIGHT OFF THE ANGST VINE #THESE TWO HAVE SO MANY PROBLEMS WITH EACH OTHER #MAYBE THEY NEEDED TO SCREAM AND BEAT EACH OTHER UP #at least it's over! ... for now anyway XD

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babblable · 3 years

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SO, I am so sorry, but I can't decide what to ask for the character ask meme, so I'm asking EVERYTHING for Jackie pls forgive me ;w;

1. How likely are they to have a stuffed animal? What kind? How many?

They currently only have one stuffed animal atm. Their Sheepy Sleep Sheep. Or Fluffy as Jackie calls it!

If they had any more stuffed animals, they'd name every one of them. They do not though, only got the one.

2. What does their bedroom look like?

Currently, unless they're bunking with Abbigull in her captains quarters, it looks like your regular Salty Squabble barracks. I don't know if they're able to personalize it or not, due to the barracks being for crewmates hired for short voyages rather than long staying family.

Regardless, their room has always been pretty empty. Jackie doesn't have a lot of belongings. They didn't have enough to fill their studio apartment and what they had there is all being abandoned due to Reasons™️. They certainly don't have enough to fill a room right now.

3. Do they collect things for themselves? What do they collect?

Things to chew on, mostly? And Jackie, the child brained dumbass that they are, will put damn near anything in their mouth. They also like to collect gears, bits, bobs, screws, small pieces of metal and tools, though! Also anything dinosaur related. They LOVE dinosaurs.

4. Do they cuddle/snuggull/hug in their sleep? Do they talk in their sleep?

Jackie is the kind of toon that needs pressure when they sleep and thus snuggulls Very Much Into Things, but really only allows two birds, a dog and maybe a rat they've known for a while to be PEOPLE they snuggull into. Otherwise, they mostly just burrow into blankets and hug Fluffy.

5. What are they most afraid of? Does it cause them nightmares? How bad?

Haha, Listen to Warships for your answer to this one! :D

6. How do they respond to stress? Any habits they have when stressed?

Oh boy. They respond to stress mostly by becoming irritable and itchy. If it gets bad enough, they begin to stress molt and combined with their scratching? Depending on what causes it as well, they have gotten physically ill and lost their lunch before. Not Good. Tbh though, Jackie is easily prone to stressing out. They may not look/show it, but this penguin is a ball of anxiety with damn near no skills to manage it, yet.

7. Do they prefer warm, mild or cold baths/showers?

Warm baths, tbh! Showers are nice but they're small and sometimes the strength of the water from the showerhead hurts. Also, they can't splash around as easily in a shower, so not as fun! Don't expect them to come out actually clean though. They learned how to bathe from their dog Todd.

8. What's their view on socks/shoes/pants?

They wear pants usually anyways, so their viewpoint on those is just: [Meh!]

Socks and shoes though? That's a different story. They can't wear socks bc of their talons, but they can wear shoes! It's a learning process, tbh, but they're doing it! They can't figure out how to tie them though. Hmm...

9. Do they like ice in their drinks? how much?

Yes and no. Depending on the drink. They don't drink as many cold beverages as they used to anymore, but when they do, it's usually either icy cold or has plenty of ice in it.

10. Do they have a comforter? What is it?

Yes! Fluffy! Their Sheepy Sleep Sheep!

11. Favorite article of clothing/accessory? Favorite home decoration?

Hmm... Probably their light up sneakers! As for their favorite home decor... they don't really have any.

12. If they could live anywhere, where would it be? What kind of house would they have?

A lighthouse by the shore! With a sunrock to lay on!

13. Favorite game to play with family/friends?

Any game! Even dangerous ones!

14. Favorite moment in their life right now?

Hm... Perhaps their Mama Abbigull holding them til they fell asleep in the nest in the drifting cube. They had never felt more safe than in that moment, in the arms of their Mama after such a frightful day.

15. If they could have any pet, what would it be?

A frog! But they really really do love their dog Todd. He's a very good boy! The BEST Boy!

16. Chili, Soup, Stew or Other? What kind is their favorite? Why?

Soup! Jackie gets colds easy and soups are lighter on their already sensitive belly than the other two.

17. What's their opinion on their childhood, if they had one?

:'D Haha! Warships!

18. What's their view on their siblings?

They haven't quite adopted any yet, so I couldn't tell ya. Although one person is close enough to start being considered...

19. Who do they miss the most right now?

Their best friend, Legs and friend Bilgerat. Legs deserves an explaination the most out of all their friends and Bilgerat deserves to be told what went down, but also to enjoy his vacation.

20. What kind of touch do they need the most right now? Forehead kiss? To hold someone? To be held? [Insert other options here]?

To be held or hugged. Always. Tbh, more specifically from Abbigull and Legs.

21. What do they think their base needs are?

Water, Play, Attention, Todd, Fluffy, Sleep, Food. In that exact order.

22. Opinion on touch in general?

They Cannot Handle. It causes them severe physical pain if from a stranger, unprepared for it, and/or it lasts for too long.

23. Soft, stiff, normal or fuzzy blanket?

Soft and fuzzy!

24. Do they have a secret hideaway they retreat to?

There is a garden hidden away in one of the parks they like to go to...

25. What is their deepest desire right now? Will they work to achieve it?

To get away from Mortis. They'll do their best, but really, they have very little faith in themself and for good reason when compared to him.

26. What's something they're in denial of, if anything?

Wanting to be Bilgerats sibling. And also their worth.

27. What's something they're starting to admit to?

Abbigull being Mama Your Honor.

28. What would they do if they could go back in time?

Dare I say... leave the Glacier Rider.. They had plenty of opportunities to just. not go back to her. But they did.

29. Their favorite color?

Yellow!

30. Do they celebrate their birthday? How do they do so? How would they like to?

They've never celebrated before and honestly wouldn't unless the one person who knows when their birthday is threw them a party or did something to initiate the celebration.

31. How often do they get sick/injured? How are they when they're sick/injured? Sleepy? Needy? Bored? Fussy? [Insert Something Else]?

Jackie gets lethargic as hell and incredibly needy. Growing up a sick kid, their immune system isn't the greatest and combining that with what else they went through? Yeah, no, they're pretty prone to getting sick. It doesn't help that they really don't know what to do other than eat soup and sleep to make it better.

#leeym answers asks #ajaxx mackeller #ajaxx mobel #admiral abbigull #bilgerat

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revisionaryhistory · 4 years

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Three Days ~ 42

~*~Sebastian~*~

Today has not been ideal.

Sure, my day started well enough. Emma laid out on the bar while I went down her was a very good way to begin. The sexy texts during her planning period was fun. Ed didn't threaten to kill me while we were texting. I got a text from Chace letting me know he'd be in town the week Emma was in Georgia. And I’m pretty confident talking to Emma tonight will be good. However, since the rest of my day has been shit, I'm a little worried.

My train back into the city got stopped for who knows what reason. I was late getting to the gym. I wasn't the last to arrive and was in a good mood compared to others. The grocery didn't have the yogurt I wanted. Someone had either shit or vomited in the garbage can outside my building. I got stopped by a couple of fans, which isn't bad, but it was too close to my home. I don't care for that. Kirk didn't answer his phone and I remembered Will was out of town until tomorrow. I texted him asking if he could help me find something.

All of this was trivial, but it was making me whiny.

I think I miss her.

Maybe not miss her, but like the letdown, after you've done something fun. Like the day you get back from vacation or post-concert depression. That's probably more accurate.

No, I miss her.

I said yes when the blonde drunk asked if she was my girlfriend. Probably should have checked with her first. I Googled "When is she your girlfriend" mostly because I was bored and whiny. This turned out to be like when you check your symptoms and hours later you still have cancer. There were lists. Thirty-two signs she's your girlfriend and seven she isn’t. You've met her friends. She cooks for you. You do activities together. She's met your family. You look forward to seeing her. All your time isn’t spent in bed. You enjoy talking to her. You can ask anything.

Emma doesn’t know my friends, but I’m working on it. Also, found an incredible article that said you should have an idea by the seventh or eighth date. I started doing math. If every day is a date then were had eight dates. The next paragraph said, "But really it’s up to the couple."

I realize this is me overthinking.

I like the whole logical Google curated list of how to tell, but I think the best idea would be to have the relationship talk. Honestly, I don't have a problem having the relationship conversation. It’s just negotiating parts and deciding on a plot. Stalkers and people with relationship disorders have ruined "the talk" by inserting all sorts of shit into it. Bottom line: don't date other people and I get to call you my girlfriend. I know why I haven't brought up "the relationship." Because I've been too busy enjoying having one. Emma doesn't come across as someone who needs to define and label. It's not as if either of us hasn't been clear. I said it's not a long weekend thing. She said she was falling in love with me. Ok, not exactly those words. I may have added one. Doesn't change the facts or that it’s not just her.

Will texted back and I was going over to his place after the gym tomorrow. He sent something to the group chat with the guys and I laid on the couch going back and forth with them for a long time. Most of us were online, which happened more often than you might think. Anyone who wasn't would catch up later. This worked for us to keep up with each other's lives and tonight it was a fun distraction from my whiny assed mood.

Group chat got a hasty "gotta run" when FaceTime lit up my screen. I hit connect and smiled. She looked fresh from a shower with wet hair and a clean face. She had on a purple tank top. "Your eyes look very green with that purple tank. Beautiful."

"Thank you. You look tired."

I huffed out a breath, "Just a blah day. I’m kinda whiny. Seeing your pretty face is helping."

"Happy to help. What happened?" She shifted around and I could tell she was stretching out on her couch.

I told her the multitude of little things that had gone on today, leaving out my frustration with no one being in town. "Nothing major. As I said, I’m being whiny. Plus, I think I miss you."

"I've noticed a distinct lack of you today as well."

I laughed, "I like that. How was your day?"

Except for rambunctious children, she’d had a good day. I was glad. She had a good work out, her talk with Ed had been less inquisition and more fun, and volleyball practice had been short and turned into dinner with friends. They had a game Wednesday night and that was it.

We laid on the couch talking about everything and nothing until I saw her yawn.

~*~*~

I was in a much better mood in the morning. I got to the gym early and had run close to an hour before the others arrived. It was a heavy weight day and I felt strong throughout. When we were done, I was tired but felt good. I called Will on my way over and picked up some food. It was a little early for lunch, but we had some shit to do first. When Will answered the door I started laughing, "I'm so happy to see you."

"You too."

We hugged and I walked inside. Seeing him made me excited to talk about Emma. I'd talked to the guys at the gym, but a different level of friend. Very different. I wanted to tell someone important to me about how important I think she is. Being here is making me feel like I might explode. Why didn't I do this last week? I grabbed him for another hug, "So happy."

He laughed, "What the hell is going on?"

"Do you have pictures from Kirk’s wedding?"

He scratched his head, "Some." We headed toward his desk where his computer was set up. I grabbed a chair from the dining table, pulling it over. "What are you looking for?"

"Not a what. A who." Will’s laugh confirmed I had a big smile on my face.

Will moved the mouse to wake the screen. "Kirk put everything on a web site. That might be better. I saved the link. My girl looked hot."

I was thinking I bet mine did too. I reached over Will for control of the mouse and clicked through the gallery. I was looking for Emma, but also Eli's long hair. First time I thought I saw her was standing next to Eli. The shot was from behind. If it was her, she had her hair pulled up with the loose ends hanging in ringlets. Her dress was dark green. Another dozen clicks and I found her. The front of her. She held a glass of champagne talking with Kirk and Boone. I took my hand from the mouse and pointed, "Her."

Will pointed at her and looked at me, "Emma."

I mumbled, "Son of a bitch." I looked at my phone and saw she had about ten minutes left of her planning. I hit FaceTime and put the phone in front of both of us. Will looked confused. "Wait."

Emma's face popped up and she said, "Hey, Sebastian." She saw it wasn't only me. She looked a little surprised then said, "Will?"

I fell onto the floor and yelled, "Mother fucker."

They were both laughing and I heard Emma's voice, "I haven't heard that from him before."

Will said, "It's a favorite. How did this..."

He was cut off by Alissa coming into the room and standing over me, "What's going on?" I watched her look at the screen, "Oh hey, Emma. Sorry I missed girl’s night last time. Will, are you introducing them?"

"No, I think they took care of it themselves."

They both knew her. I yelled, "Shit", and flopped onto my stomach.

I heard Emma's voice again, "Is he having a temper tantrum?"

Will said, "No."

Alissa said, "Yes. Look." I was face down, but I assume she was showing Emma me. "Complete temper tantrum." Alissa’s phone rang, "I'll leave you to them. Next girl's night I'm there."

"Absolutely. Bye, Alissa."

I was never going to get off this floor.

"My kids are due back. Sebastian, I'll talk to you later. Will, good luck with him."

I yelled, "Bye, Em."

Will kicked me, "Get up, dumbass."

I crawled over to the couch, "How do you know her?"

"Oh no, no." Will joined me on the couch, "How do you know her?"

I wasn’t arguing. It would be faster this way. "She lives up where mom moved. I got lost looking for chocolate chips at the grocery. She helped me find shit. I asked her out to dinner."

"Of course, you did. The lost in the grocery part." He was chuckling. "I'm surprised you asked out a complete stranger. Did she know you were you?"

I shook my head, "Not until I introduced myself. Then she laughed." Will did too. "She'd just come from the gym. Maybe some mascara, hair in a ponytail, and gym clothes. She was beautiful and so kind to this lost crazy guy. Then went spent like nine hours sitting in a restaurant talking."

"Nine hours?" He shook his head, "Long time."

I glared at him, "Now, how do you know her?"

"I don't remember when I met her. It's been a long time. I'm sure it was a party or maybe one of Boone's gigs. She had a boyfriend. Then she didn't. She moved and hasn't been around as much. She always with Eli and his wife. I can't say I know her. She's always been nice and fun. Never heard anybody bitch about her. I think her boyfriend cheated."

I nodded as Alissa came back into the room. She spoke, "He cheated for months before she found out. Emma lived with Eli and Angie until she moved." She looked at me. "I've been out with her a bunch of times. She's a lot of fun. She’s kind, like you. I can see you two getting along."

"Why didn't either of you introduce us?"

Alissa looked at Will then me, "She had a boyfriend and then she moved."

Will added, "Several of us thought she was in a throuple with Eli and Angie."

I rolled my eyes and Alissa smacked the back of his head. "You did not."

"Yes, we did."

"You were wishing is more like it." She turned her attention back to me. "She wasn't."

"I know she wasn't."

Alissa came to me and kissed my cheek, "I'm excited for both of you."

Will stood and gave his wife a proper kiss, "I'II see you later, love you."

She smiled at him, "Love you too." She headed for the door, calling back, "Love you too, Seb."

"I love you." I watched the door close before looking back at Will. "I was going to be pissed if I'd done something stupid like saying no to being set up."

"I didn't. Maybe Kirk." I glared at him and he laughed. "Too bad you weren't at the wedding. She looked beautiful."

"Always does."

"Oh, you've got it bad." I nodded. "Tell me all about her." He held his hand up waved in.

I felt my smile forming, "I fucking adore her. She... ah..." I couldn't figure out where to start. "She has these green eyes and when she smiles she gets a dimple in her left cheek, just the one. Her hair is halfway down her back and feels like silk. The way she touches is delicate but strong. Sunday for over an hour she stroked my beard, just touching me. I would have let her do that forever, her fingers on my face." I tried to imitate on Will’s arm how she touches: the slow approach that becomes firm then eases away. "Something like that. We went to dinner, a walk by the river, she cooked dinner and we ate on her deck. We made Barbeque chicken sandwiches and this weekend she made biscuits and gravy for breakfast. We went to an art fair and got mom stained glass. I won a fish for her room. Did a haunted house and line dancing. Went to the gym, she helped mom moving stuff, and we had a Romanian dinner. This weekend was a volleyball tournament where her team kicked ass. The best part was she ignored me the whole game. I had to give her a good luck kiss between sets, but that’s it. She was all in the game. I loved that she ignored me."

Will added, "So maybe she won't take it personally when you ignore her."

"Yes.” Exactly why I loved her ignoring me. “And we've stretched out on the couch reading or watching TV showing each other our favorites. Even danced to some ABBA."

I’d just done some kind of core dump and I could see Will's head was swimming, "You're been busy. That’s a lot of shit. Why are you just telling me, this has been going on for weeks?"

"No, it hasn’t. I met her last Friday."

“You’ve spent all your time the last two weekends getting to know her.” He was looking at me funny. “Wow.”

“Wow?”

"Yeah, wow.” He made faces moving his lips back and forth "I mean... I want to tell you you've known her eleven days, you need to be careful." He laughed and grabbed my arm. “But I don’t know what you need to be careful of. I don’t think Emma gives a shit who you are. I think she's connected to music somehow. I don't know who, but I remember Kirk talking about some concert and Emma being the one to hook you up if you needed tickets.”

I knew exactly who the hookup was. I liked he was telling me to be careful. I let out a little laugh, "She doesn't care. She's curious about my job, but not in a weird voyeuristic way. I'm not even sure what movies she's seen."

Will smiled, "What a weird conversation. How do you start it, even? Hey baby, I was wondering which of my movies you've seen? Maybe rank them in order."

I cringed, "Might say more about her than me. I needed experience and money. What's her excuse for watching?" We shared a smile and I went on, "I get what you're saying. I appreciate it. I have only known her for eleven days. I’m ok. Hell, I'm a lot better than ok. It's really good. The talking, the sex, the feelings. It's all really good."

Recognition flared on his face. "I want to tell you to be careful because you're jumping in headfirst and I don't want you, my friend, to get hurt."

I don't get over relationships easy. Takes me awhile and with the help of friends. I hate seeing my friends hurting too. I put a hand on his shoulder, “Thank you." I shrugged, "At least I’m jumping in the deep end."

"Right in the deep end."

We moved to the table to eat and continue talking. I checked his schedule because he and Alissa joining in this weekend sounded fun. I'd told Emma I wanted her to meet my friends and since she, Alissa, and Angie knew each other this seemed natural.

Emma didn't have practice tonight so we were on FaceTime earlier. She was walking away from the kitchen when she answered, "Done with your tantrum?"

I held my thumb and forefinger an inch apart, "Just a little one."

"I can't believe the Will in your stories is Alissa's husband Will. I replayed the memories while I was on the treadmill. Did he give me a good character reference?"

Her giving me back my words made me warm, "Yeah, said you were kind, fun, and didn't give a shit who I was. Oh, and thinks you're connected to a musician because you got Kirk tickets to something. I didn't tell him who." I didn’t want her to think I would tell her secrets.

"Thank you, but you can. Not worried about privacy issues around your friends. Pretty sure your address on eBay would make more money than Ed's. Everyone knows where his house is."

I was startled, "How?"

"Some guy put the GPS coordinates on Reddit complete with Google satellite pics. Google has since blurred out the images and the realtor scrubbed the listing.”

"Nope," I was shaking my head, "no, no, no, no, no. What's somebody going to do, ring the bell and say, dude, wanna have a beer? How would anybody think that level of invasion of privacy is acceptable. Right up there with fans commenting hateful shit to my friends. Drives me fucking crazy. Used to. I called them out and now we keep a list and rank them. Still gets to me sometimes."

Her eyes got big, "I'm going to start a list of the wildly inappropriate sexual comments when you post a picture on Instagram."

I held up my hands and laughed, "You'll never be able to keep up. We both know I'm down for some dirty talk, but wow, they can make me blush. I barely skim comments anymore. I used to respond to some. I miss that, but the other got out of hand."

"What do you mean?"

"Whoever I responded to became a target like my friends."

"That's crazy."

"Exactly."

"We used to celebrate when someone got a follow or response. I'm sure there was jealousy, just not so public. I think the more time with social media the more people have taken advantage of the anonymity to say things they'd never say to someone's face."

I smirked, "Some say it in person." I’d fielded some pretty filthy propositions over the years.

"You gotta shoot your shot. I’ve seen it work at festivals. Hell, even a sign in the first rows. I don't think some of them understood what they were getting themselves into. The hotel bar isn't where you get a date."

"That's a grocery store!” I held my hands up like I’d scored a touchdown. Because I had. “Everyone knows the best place to pick up women is the grocery store baking aisle." At least it was for me.

"I'd heard, but didn't believe until a couple of weekends ago." We took a few seconds to just took at each other before Emma spoke again, "I talked to Angie today. They're free Saturday. What do you think about inviting Alissa and Will?"

"I was going to ask you about that. I know they're free."

"I do too!"

"Exactly how well do you two know each other?" I gave her a worried look and Emma responded as I wanted, with a smile that grew into a little laugh.

"Not well at all. We've been out together several times, but we've never talked outside of them. Angie and I thought we could order in, hang out at their place."

"Sounds good." I didn’t care what we did or where we did it. "Tell me about your day."

#sebastian stan fanfiction #Sebastian Stan

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missmonsters2 · 5 years

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A Fool’s Wish

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt Request: @ludwigvonbaethoven 💕

- 7: I guess that’s my fault for loving you.

- 16: Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me.

Note: Thank you for sending this in, lovely! :) Now we are both in pain LOL

Warnings: ...Angst?

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You’re not sure how you ended up in this situation. Maybe it was because you were naive and wanted to believe that what you had was real.

But it was clear to you that maybe you’re just a fool.

It was just another day for you. You were walking home from work late at night. You lived relatively close, 20 minutes away but 10 minutes if you took a shortcut through the park.

You’re usually a creature of habit and would take the 20-minute walk as it was more publically crowded and you were less likely to run into any trouble.

But that day, you needed to take the shortcut because you had a paper due that night and you needed all the time you could get to finish it.

You were even jogging to try to make the 10 minutes turn into 5, but luck was just not on your side tonight.

Or it was. Because you met her.

You’re still debating.

She saved you from potentially becoming a tragic news article the next day. You thanked her profusely, even as she walked you home. She looked thoroughly unimpressed that you were walking home by yourself, late at night, with basically nothing to defend yourself with.

You thought that would probably be the last you’d see her because you went back to taking the 20-minute route. No paper is worth dying for. Your professor liked you anyways, you were his favorite student. So, a late paper was nothing.

But then there was that hair-standing feeling every night when you walked home that someone was following you. You kept turning around, but no one would be there. It happened for a couple days before you turned around and shouted into the distance for them to come, not caring if you looked crazy to the strangers on the street.

When no one came out, you huffed and went back to walking home. It wasn’t until you were in front of your house that your mysterious stalker revealed herself.

It was the same girl that saved you. You frowned slightly at the sight of her.

“What are you doing?” You asked her, gripping your bag a little tighter.

The redhead gave you a crooked smile that looked entirely too cocky in your opinion. “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to try your luck with shortcuts again.”

You snorted, relaxing your shoulders a little. “No, pretty sure I’ve had the scare of my lifetime. Better late than dead.”

You both stood there, and you weren’t sure initially what she had wanted, so you invited her in. Once again, she didn’t look impressed you were inviting a stranger into your home, but she didn’t decline.

That’s how it all started. Natasha would show up in the middle of the night when you were walking home and then stay a couple hours, and you would doze off before she left.

You essentially had a stray cat in your home. You weren’t really sure what to make of the situation at first. You were at first neither friends or lovers. You never asked her questions, and you think she appreciated that.

It was easy. You were getting used to making two dinners, talking about your day. She was really attentive and kind about listening to your dull day. Sometimes she would help you with your papers or research your professor assigned you, and you got used to watching late-night movies with someone before dozing off.

It wasn’t until one night, Natasha seemed particularly tired, and she had a couple scratches and bruises on her. You still didn’t ask any questions.

You only silently cleaned her cuts, being gentle and blowing lightly from habit.

It was something about your gentle behavior, how you treated her so carefully like she was precious that Natasha grabbed your hand that had the cotton swab and kissed you.

And something shifted from that day on.

Walking home turned into walking home hand-in-hand. Coming in turned into staying the night.

Late-night movies turned into heated makeout sessions.

“Why don’t you ever ask anything about me?” Natasha asked softly one night as you lay atop of her, content.

“Do you want me to ask?” You asked with a quirk of your brow.

“Do you not want to know?” She countered.

You sighed, sitting up and she sat up with you. You gently placed your hand on her cheek, gently caressing the skin there.

“I love you,” you confessed quietly. “I don’t ask because I want you to share whatever you feel comfortable sharing with me. If you think I’m only worthy of having you late at night until early morning and everything that is in between those moments, then that’s enough for me.”

Natasha worshipped your body that night.

She then told you she wanted to spend more time together and meet up to talk. You think she wants to open up.

You thought it was all perfect. Maybe Natasha isn’t someone who will utter that she loves you, but she has her own way of showing it, you think.

So, you’re baffled that you’re now sitting in a jail cell of some secret organization. No one will tell you anything, and you’re a little frightened. You want your girlfriend.

Some agent comes into the room, staring at you through the glass wall that separates you.

“Tell us about Professor Adams,” he demands.

You’re so confused, what the hell does your professor have to do with this?

“I don’t--”

“Don’t lie,” the agent tells you. “We know you’ve been helping him with his research. We have the data.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together, wondering how that was even possible. All you were doing was researching bacteria that could eat oil spills that happen in the ocean.

It dawned on you.

The intercom comes on, “Just give it up man, she doesn’t know anything. I told Black Widow this mission was a bust. She’s a waste of time, just let her go.”

“No, I know she knows something!” The agent argued, glaring at you.

Before anything else can happen, someone busts in the room, and the agent is suddenly pushed against the wall, and your girlfriend is standing there, grabbing the collars of his shirt.

“Who the hell do you think you are bringing her into this?” Natasha is so angry, angry in a way you’ve never seen before.

“You’re getting emotionally compromised! The mission was to get to know her to get information on Professor Adams. It’s been 6 months, and you have no more than we do!” The agent spat in her face.

Natasha clenched her jaw before she slammed her elbow into his throat and he immediately fell the ground, choking as he held his neck.

“You better prepare when I report to Fury because you would be so lucky to even leave without having at least all your fingers broken,” Natasha told him. She left him there as his partner came in to help him out.

You were staring blankly at your girlfriend who opened the door to help you leave.

The moment you had gotten close to your home, you had enough.

“Stop the car,” you tell her.

Natasha did as you ask and sighed as you got out the door, not even saying a word to her.

“Wait,” she called out to you, but you don’t even stop as you keep walking. You hear her car door open, and she’s chasing after you. She grabs your arm to turn you around, and she’s surprised when you whipped around, angry hot tears in your eyes.

“Please,” Natasha says. “It’s not what you think. I can explain.”

You chuckle hollowly. “Oh, you aren’t some sort of secret agent, only coming to my life to...to use me.”

Natasha pursed her lips at your response, but you weren’t even close to done.

“I get it, you know,” you told her, tears falling from your eyes. “A job is a job, but you’re cruel to do that to me, Natasha. You didn’t have to climb into my bed and let me love you. I would’ve given you any information you needed.”

“Wait, it’s not--”

“Was any of it even real to you? Or are you so used to this that I’m just another nothing to you?” You cut her off.

You feel so embarrassed, so stupid for thinking you could be special.

You let out a sardonic laugh as you narrow your eyes at Natasha.

“Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me?” You sneer at her.

Natasha tries to reach out to you, to hold you, and reassure everything was real, and it was real because she didn’t plan it.

“I didn’t plan to fall in love with you,” Natasha whispered as she embraced you, holding you tightly so you wouldn’t disappear in her arms. Her face was burrowed in your shoulder as she leaned over you.

You didn’t embrace her back. How could you when all you could think of her motive behind everything. The time to fall in love is so vague.

That first time she kissed you...did she fall in love then? Or was that just another ploy.

When she slept with you, did she love you then?

It was breaking your heart to think that maybe she never intended to open up to you. You were just a means to an end.

You pushed Natasha away from embracing you, gently.

You looked at her, eyes red as the tears kept coming, lower lip trembling.

“Don’t come back here anymore,” you tell her. Her brows were furrowed, and her jaw was set in a tight line as she looked at you.

“Don’t do this,” She tells you, her voice sounding a little raw.

You shake your head, “I thought that somehow I was special to you because I didn’t push you to talk about things, didn’t ask you questions that might hurt to answer. I thought everything we had might...” You took a deep, shaky breath. “Might make you love me too. I trusted you, Nat. Even though you gave me no reason to trust you, I did. Now I look like a dumbass. I guess that’s my fault for loving you.”

You were tired, you were heartbroken, it kind of felt like your chest was caving in. You dedicated everything to had to her for 6 months, and now you had to find a way to come home to nothing, make one meal, and fall asleep by yourself.

You looked at Natasha’s eyes once again, her green eyes that held storm in them as she looked back at you. You turned away, running up your stairs and into your home with the door shut behind you.

Natasha stood there, feeling as though someone cut her at her knees. The image of you walking away from her made her swallow painfully, holding back the stinging in her eyes.

“I do love you, though.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #Natasha x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x ofc #natasha romanov x reader #prompt request #Avengers #Avengers AU #avengers imagine #avengers reader insert #marvel imagine #black window imagine #mm: my fics #genre: angst

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holographic-chogi · 5 years

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Protector pt.9/?

Author: holographic-chogi

Pairing: fem!reader x stray kids

Warnings: Mentions of blood, jealousy. Please let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Hehe...I’m late again. Thank you all for being patient, this one’s longer than part 8 (which I realize was very short). Things are gonna start getting...intense soon. Get ready for some angst in future chapters. I thought it’d be fair to give a warning. As always, feedback is loved and appreciated! Love something? Tell me about it. Hate something? Tell me about it. Have a question about one of the characters or the plot? I’ll be happy to answer.

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

Masterlist

The second trial was held privately, Jaebum gathered his council and Hyuna’s group before heading out of the room, leaving you and the other group behind. There was moment of silence before you heard a chair squeak on the other side of the room. Jae and the rest of his group came over, a friendly looking man in the front. He leaned over Chan and stuck out a hand toward you.

“I’m Sungjin. Nice to meet you Y/N.”

You smiled, taking his hand to shake it, “Nice to meet you too.”

He stepped back, nodding towards the rest of his group. “I’m in charge of these idiots,” at this comment, the man to his his left elbowed him, but Sungjin just chuckled and continued. “We’re staying at the gas station between here and the farmhouse.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “That’s occupied? It doesn’t seem very sustainable.”

One of the others in his group shrugged, “It’s a big gas station. Besides, we don’t need that much room, there’s only five of us.”

You continued, “And for food?”

Jae giggled, but you just kept staring in confusion. “You guys handle that, obviously. That’s like, the whole point of the farmhouse.”

Sungjin hushed Jae, “Cool it. She’s new.” He shook his head at the other’s antics before continuing, “That’s Jae.” He turned to the person on his left, “This is Younghyun, and the two that seem to have forgotten how to speak are Dowoon and Wonpil. They’re shy.”

Wonpil sent a small wave, and Dowoon avoided your gaze altogether.

You just smile up at them, “Nice to meet you all. Will I being seeing you guys again soon?”

Jae answered, “If you get approved by the council, you’re definitely gonna see us. Like, all the time. Fair warning, we get annoying.”

Younghyun giggled, “Unless she just avoids monthly meetings like Minho. Bambam and Jae made one too many dumbass jokes and we haven’t seen him since.”

You all sat together and talked for awhile, until Jaebum and the others returned. At this, everyone settled back into their spots, waiting for Jaebum to speak.

He stood at the front of the room, with the rest of his group sitting behind him. “The first vote was whether or not Y/N should be protected under JYP.”

Chan nudged you, and nodded towards the front entrance. You discreetly looked behind you, noticing Changbin leaning on the doorframe, watching the proceeding.

Jaebum continued, “The decision was unanimous from all seven that she is now under our care.”

Sungjin and the rest of his group began cheering and whistling, and both Chan and Felix looked at you with Beaming smiles. You smiled back, and looked back at the door frame. Changbin had already gone back outside. You couldn’t help but wonder whether or not he was relieved or angered by this news.

“And lastly, Hyuna, Hoetaek and Hyojong have been relieved of their banishment and execution sentences. They will stay here in until their own base can be decided.”

You could see the relief wash through all three of their faces, Hyojong immediately grabbing Hyuna’s hand out of joy. Hoetaek simply released a breath, a smile on his face.

This was it, everything you had hoped would happen did. But as they finished announcement, you found one thing confusing. If the vote for your joining of JYP had been unanimous, that would mean that Bambam had voted in your favor. You kept attempting to make eye contact with the foreigner, but he effectively avoided your gaze, staying fixed on the floor in front of him.

Once the meeting concluded, everyone began packing up. You said your goodbyes to various people as you and your group began to make their way to the truck. Changbin had already been packing, so all you guys needed to do was get in and go. As Chan and Changbin climbed up front, you climbed into the now spacious truck bed with Felix. Jae and Wonpil helped you in, and everyone else stood around the car.

Jaebum left first, making his way back to the temple with his group following behind. Sungjin and his group bid farewell before also heading back, Jae adding a “Welcome to the family!” before they all disappeared behind the temple doors. As they all left, you noticed Bambam lock eyes with you, his brows furrowed with guilt. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead just went inside with the others.

But just moments later, as Chan is just about to start the truck, Bambam comes running out the door with an article of clothing in his arms. He stops beside the truck bed, trying to catch his breath.

“I owe you an apology. I wasn’t thinking, and I didn’t realize you were uncomfortable.” He looked at the ground in shame, still seemingly unable to look you in the eyes. You chuckled at his sudden transition in personality.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and he looked up in surprise. “It’s okay Bambam. Please just communicate with me in the future.”

He smiled a bit, a slight blush on his cheeks, before unfolding the clothing in his hands to reveal a sweatshirt with Thai lettering on it. “It’s gonna be cold on the way back, and your shirt’s...um...kinda short.”

You beamed at him, before looking down at your bloodied, torn shirt; Felix speaking from beside you, “Thanks Bam! We didn’t have anything spare to give her.”

You turned to look at Felix, your smile falling when you noticed Changbin staring daggers into the shirt from the front seat. You felt a bit of anger stir in you. How could he have the nerve to act like this when he had just earlier acted like he didn’t care at all?

You looked back at Bambam and let him hand you the sweatshirt, before promptly putting it on. Then an idea popped in your head; your need to piss off Changbin growing. You leaned down and hugged Bambam, simply whispering “Thanks” in his ear, before sitting back up. From the corner of your eye you saw Changbin’s grip tighten on the steering wheel. And as Bambam left, you turned to Felix, your plan still in motion.

“How’s your arm? Any better?”

He smiled, “It’s doing so much better. Whatever you put on it did wonders.”

You reached up to touch the gauze, gently running your fingertips across the surface, “We’ll get you home soon. Please take it easy on the farm once we get back.”

“We’ll see, I gotta keep food on the table.”

You just nodded, making sure to subtly look at Changbin before your final move. You get a slightly firmer grasp on Felix before you lean in, pecking him on the cheek. “I’ll help you out then.”

This act of affection between you and Felix wasn’t too unusual, but to Changbin, it was infuriating. As soon as your lips left Felix’s cheek, Changbin slammed on the gas, his gaze now firmly on the road in front of him.

The ride back didn’t seem as long, probably because of the lack of anticipation. There was no unconscious Felix, or any strangers bleeding out from a gun wound this time around, so you just found yourself curled up with the freckled boy beside you, watching the clouds. At some point, the two of you had dozed off, and you found yourself jolting awake as Chan called you guys from the front seat.

“We’re almost there, sleepy-heads. Just a couple minutes.”

You sat up groggily, shielding your eyes from the sun as you spotted the farmhouse in the distance, slowly growing in view. Felix tugged at your arm, attempting to get you to lay back down with him,

“It’s cooold.” You giggled and looked down at him. His eyes were still shut and his mouth was drawn into a pout. “You were keeping me warm, I lost my personal heater.”

You just responded by pulling the boy up beside you, much to his disappointment. Looking back at the Farmhouse, you could see Woojin and Jisung on watch. Jisung waved enthusiastically as the truck pulled up to the front gate, and almost fell over the ledge trying to make sure you saw him, promptly followed by laughter from Woojin.

Everyone had been waiting when you got out of the truck, obviously worried as they waited to hear the verdict. Even Minho and Seungmin were awake before their shift, standing in front yard as you entered with Chan, Changbin still assisting Felix outside.

Hyunjin spoke first, grasping one of your hands in his, “Y/N. What’d they say?”

You faked your best solemn gaze, pretending to have bad news, and you could hear Jeongin whisper beside you, “Oh no...Y/N…”

Not being able to hold it back any longer, you looked up with a huge smile on your face, “It was unanimous, I’m apart of JYP!”

They erupted into cheers, and Hyunjin picked you up, spinning you around once before setting you down. Seungmin called up to the guard towers, “She’s staying!”

Woojin looked over the edge, smiling ear to ear, shouting down to the crowd, “Hell yeah!”

To your surprise, seconds later, you feel arms go around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug. Jisung’s spoke in your ear, “Welcome back.”

You spin around in his arms to face him, and meet his smile with yours, “Hey Jisung. Looks like you survived the night without me.”

He answered in a exaggerated tone of distress, “Barely! Do you have any idea how boring it is on guard duty?”

Then, his eyes fell to your sweatshirt, focusing on the thai lettering and his gaze darkened. “Is this Bambam’s?”

You gulped, “It is. Is that wrong?”

He looked back up at you, his smile gone. “Why are you wearing Bambam’s clothes? The stuff you left in was definitely warm enough, I made sure.”

His jealousy was beginning to scare you, so you tried pulling out of his arms, but his hold on you was irontight. Everyone around you was busy listening to Chan’s summary of the meeting, or catching up with Changbin and Felix, so your interaction was going unnoticed. You spoke lowly, “He just gave me the sweatshirt because I messed up my other shirt on the way there.”

Without warning, Jisung lifted the sweatshirt, revealing the bloody, torn blouse underneath. His gaze quickly grew both panicked and enraged, and he spoke aggressively, causing you to try harder to pull away, “What the fuck is this Y/N? Did something happen?”

As you shut your eyes, feeling another panic attack close to setting in, his grasp on you disappeared. You opened your eyes to find him staring back at you like a kicked puppy. He spoke gently and cautiously, “Y/N...I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Can I just ask if the blood is yours?”

You shake your head, “It isn’t mine.”

He nodded, “Okay. That’s good. I’ll just talk to Chan later and he can tell me what happened.”

Just then, your eyes catch Hyunjin’s, who had turned away from Chan’s speech momentarily. You quickly look away, attempting to brush the tears that had began to form moments ago out of your eyes. Despite your efforts, Hyunjin beelines to you, looking back and forth between yours and Jisung’s faces. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

Jisung looked at Hyunjin defensively, his usual tension towards the boy ever-present, “Step off, Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin looked back up at Jisung, his eyes narrowed, “No, I think you need to step off. What the hell did you do?”

You could sense the blood boiling between the two of them, so you quickly stepped away from them both, speaking urgently, “Everything’s fine. I’m gonna go say hi to everyone else”.

They gave each other a tense look before you turned around and mingled back into the crowd. You were beginning to feel an impending sense of doom from the behavior of these men, and your mind fixated on what Minho had asked you that one afternoon.

You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?

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