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ebsmind · 3 months
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𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ❀ tom blyth x fem!actress reader
summary : reader is tom’s gf and stars in the new A Good Girls Guide to Murder (book to tv adaptation) as Andie Bell
warnings : none besides reader playing a dead girl in a tv series
a/n : i can’t believe i caved…. BUT IDC THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE 😼
also everyone in the orginal casting for aggtm is the same (except andie ofc)
and ofc i just wanted to tag and say thank you to my fav people on here 🫶🏻 yall are one of the main reasons why i did this 💗 @ghostfacd @marvelsswansong @goosita @maysileeewrites i love yall!!!
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ynuser a + s ❤️
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tomblyth so proud of you my darling ❤️
↳ ynuser i love you
↳ user1 STOP I CANNOT
ememyers my fav dead girl 🫶🏻
↳ ynuser PLS PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK IM ACTUALLY DEAD
user1 ur literally the only one who could play andie
user2 slayed the house down houston i’m deceased
user3 please tell me you read the series before auditioning
↳ ynuser yup i did 😼
↳ tomblyth you’re such a bookworm 🙃
user4 PLS TOM CALLING HER A BOOKWORM THEY’RE SO CUTEEEE
rahulpattni27 the andie to my sal 🖤
↳ ynuser always 🤍
hojay92 MY BABIES
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user5 pls if i was tom i would be weary of y/n and rahul bc they’re a little too friendly
↳ user6 u need to chill they are literally costars who play each others love interests
rachelzegler gonna read the books just so i can watch this show
↳ ynuser rachel in her bookworm era??
user7 slay
user8 MOTHERRRRR
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tomblyth quick trip to paris with lovie
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ynuser you make me so happy
↳ tomblyth and you make me the happiest man alive
↳ user1 pls i want what they have
ynuser also can we pls talk about how happy i was to see the eiffel tower 😭😭
↳ user2 the video he posted of you squealing when the tower shimmered 🥺
user3 can y/n fight? bc the all black fit is doing something to me
↳ ynuser my mom made me take karate when i was 7
↳ user3 OHHHH?????
user4 god i love my parents
rachelzegler where was my invite???
↳ joshandresrivera leave the love birds alone babe
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user5 rachel just like me fr
user6 tom NEEDS to put a ring on it before i do
rachelzegler just posted on their story!
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ynuser trailer for aggtm is out now!! go watch it 🤍🕵🏻‍♀️
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ememyers 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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user1 BRO THE TRAILER IS SOOOO GOOD I CANT WAIT!!!
user2 y/n was born to play andie
tomblyth so incredibly proud of you!! you killed it ❤️
↳ rahulpattni27 she truly did!!!
↳ ynuser awwww thank you guys!!! i love you both 🤍
user3 tom and rahul interacting??? oh my
user4 SLAY
rahulpattni27 ❤️❤️❤️
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holjay92 my baby!!! the perfect andie 🥺
↳ ynuser momma!!! ily
user5 holly 🤝🏼 supporting all of her kids
user6 just by the looks of the trailer this show is gonna be SO GOOD
oliviarodrigo can’t wait to watch!!! i miss you
↳ ynuser i miss you more!!
user7 tom being so supportive >>>
rachelzegler you played the best dead girl there could ever be
↳ ynuser bae ily 💗💗
↳ tomblyth ummm what about me???
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kahlanmars · 10 months
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BAD FEELING part. 4
I know I'm a bit early but I'm so happy about this fic.
As usual, english is not my first language so please have mercy.
Comment if you want me happy! *gif not mine*
part. 3
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4. Princess Daisy
When the parade starts you quickly realise it's easier than expected to be up in the chariot. You wave at the crowd and you can't help but notice a lot of people are screaming your name. Some adds "Princess". Princess Daisy. 
When you begin to move fast, you have a black glitter trail behind you. Once again Portia is a genius. 
Clark is glittering too, but he doesn't want to wave or even smile. His strategy must be something else, something he decided with Haymitch. You don't have any right to be jealous, you are well aware, and yet you are, especially when the two men talk about the games without you. It's like Haymitch and Effie are yours and Clark is someone else's, but he has every right to be protected too. 
The parade ends in an hour and you all go to a new building, a penthouse (because the last district is the highest one), to get prepared for the party.
The penthouse is fabulous, very modern and large, you think eight houses of your district could be in this penthouse. It makes you sick, but also you have to live there for a week and then you have to die, so it's not your place to have a conversation about welfare. You might as well enjoy what you have now.
You are going to your room when you are blocked in a corner. 
«I'm fucking sick of Princess Daisy»
Clark has his bare hands on your throat, and he squeezes and squeezes more and more. 
«Pl-please.» You panic, trying to breathe. You don't have much time. You gasp for hair, and without even thinking you raise your knee and kick his nuts. 
He screams in pain, and you remember that Holly always used to say "When you are in trouble, be sure that whoever wants to hurt you won't get up". And so you use your stilettos to kick him in his chest.
At this moment the elevator opens and Haymitch and Effie come in, shocked.
You are quick to run to Haymitch. The first one who speaks wins the game, like in school.
« What the hell is going on?» He asks, but he still accepts your hug.
«He tried to strangle me!» you say, trying not to scream. Not only because your throat and neck hurts, but also because you want to be calm.
«Is it true?» Effie asks in a concerned tone as she approaches him. 
«She is a degenerate!»
Haymitch looks at you worried and examines your neck. «Are you all right?»
You manage to smile at him. «I fought back.»
«Does she have a scar? A mark? Is she okay for the party?» Effie wants to know. «You two, on the sofa. It's time to explain.» Effie is strangely scary when she’s assertive.
You obey, but you don’t want to sit next to him, you are scared. Like she reads your mind, the woman comes close to you. You always have to thank her for something. She is so sensitive for someone who always lived in luxury. 
«She is-» Clark starts, but Haymitch shuts him with his hand.
«In pain because of you. She tells us first.» Then he mumbles to himself «Unbelievable, like teenagers.» 
He doesn’t listen, though, and speaks first. «She seduced my sister. She is a degenerate, wicked.» 
Effie lets out a gasp. «Is it true?»
«We were fourteen.» You really don’t want to cry, it would make you look weak, again. «We were friends, and we kissed once. We didn't even know what we were doing. His father beat the shit out of me for that.»
«She is a deviant. She corrupted Dianna.»
«Dianna and I liked each other!» You snap, «And I never saw her again!»
«She’s at home, where she can’t be impure.»
You begin to cry silently, feeling judged by everyone. The fact that neither Effie or Haymitch are defending you is a weird confirmation that you are, in fact, corrupted. You don’t have the courage to look them in the eyes.
«I think I’ll prepare myself for tonight.» You say, after a minute. «And Clark, if you try again to do something like that I’ll kill you before we arrive in the arena.»
The dress Portia made you for the party is simpler, light blue with puffed sleeves and again a low cleavage. Portia must be thrilled she has an adult this year. You find the outfit adorable, but you are not in the mood, the only thing you want to do is go to the bed and cry.
Unfortunately it is not an option, so you try your best to smile for the scene and you get into the car with your escort, while Haymitch and Clark are in another one. You never got into a car before, and you would be so excited in another circumstance. 
«I wanted to apologise, Daisy.» Effie begins to say. She looks concerned. «I just didn’t know what to say.»
«It’s ok, Eff.» You say, trying your best to ignore the tears you want so bad to let go. You know that Panem doesn't allow even talking about that, so the escort must have been upset.
«No, it’s not. I was just scared. He hurted you and we didn’t want to… I don’t even know what we didn’t want to do. Make favouritism, I think.» 
«I understand.»
«Haymitch is talking to him right now.» She caresses your hair. «We will protect you from now on.»
You let out a sigh as you rest your head on her shoulder. You won’t protect me in the games and he is going to kill me.
You have to admit the party is marvelous. Rivers of champagne, bizarre outfits and a lot, a lot of food. When your mentor gets close to you he places a hand on your wrist and he never lets go, as he promised during the parade. You are confused on why, but you don’t complain. In a way or another, with the help of alcohol, you manage to say hi to everybody, smile and wave.
«You have to try the caviar!» A woman suggests, as you decline respectfully. 
«I can’t, not in this dress, I’ve eaten everything I could.»
«You can drink this.» She hands you a purple drink. «It makes you sick, and then you can eat again.»
Your smile fades. They throw up. They get voluntarily sick to eat more, while your people in your district die of starvation. You force a grin, because the woman could still sponsor you, and your mentor repays you with a nod. «I’ll try it another time.» 
«Haymitch!» An old man calls him, and he greets the victor you know as Chaff. You know Chaff because he is a friend of your mentor, but you couldn’t help but feel a little off towards him, like something is not right.
He lingers the eyes through your body and you suddenly feel nauseated. «And who is she?»
«You know who she is, Chaff.» 
«I’m Daisy Pinecone, we met each other in District 12. I used to work for him.» You explain, even if you doubt he really doesn’t know. He just wants to play, he is drunk. Your mentor is not drunk, you notice. But even in the district when he was wasted he never looked at you like that.
«He used to hide you, you mean. I wish you worked for me!» He pulls you close to him and in a second he is kissing you on the lips. He is kissing you! You push him away, clearly upset. 
«Back off, Chaff.» Haymitch warns him but you can sense he is not angry, and that makes you raging. He always protects Chaff, he trusts him, and he is betraying you. 
«Oh c’mon, she has to get used to it if she becomes a victor!» 
What does he mean? You try to ask your boss with your eyes, but he ignores you and continues to speak to the fellow victor. You immediately leave his hand, angry and scared. 
Everyone keeps eyeing you like you are a rare animal in a zoo, and you are twenty four, you know stories. You heard of victors treated badly, Holly told you about Haymitch’s family, and right now you just want to go away, in your district. All this people that is now smiling at you will see you dead in a week.
You can’t do this anymore. You begin to feel overwhelmed, let out of air, and you look for the first window open.
You nearly think that maybe, maybe, if you really don’t have any chances you could jump. It would be easier. Just a little jump. Would they pick another girl from 12? You don't think so, they already had the parade.
While you are considering it, you feel an arm against your hips and in a moment you are trapped. You begin to panic but a familiar voice whispers into your ear.
«Shh, it’s me, it’s only me.» It’s Haymitch. He can’t see your eyes, but you bet he knows you are crying. He has his nose in your hair, he is hugging you from behind and you are still shivering.
«You abandoned me.» You say angry.
«I was protecting you.» He rebuts. You snort.
«Not from Chaff.»
«I can’t let them see I care.» He explains. Not like last time? Not like with his family? Or are you telling yourself stories? 
«I can’t do this anymore.» You admit, defeated. «I hate everybody in here, I want them dead.»
«I know, sweetheart.» He caresses your arm and you take his hand like it’s the only thing that keeps you on earth.
«How do you do this?» You murmur. «How do you cope?» 
«I don’t recommend my ways.» He is an alcoholic, of course. You would kill for a drink right now, but something tells you that you need to stay in control. «You are better than me.»
«I can’t play the part any longer.» You are so scared you are not going to be Panem Princess anymore. Someone will know it’s not you, someone will ruin you and you won’t have any sponsor and die. «I can’t be their perfect princess.»
«You can. You must.» He tightens the grip on your body. «Remember who you are. Say it.»
«I’m Daisy Pinecone.» You begin. «I’m a girl from District 12. I wanted to be a teacher. I like sweets and pretty dresses.»
«You are kind.» He orders. «Repeat.»
«I’m kind.» 
«You are beautiful.»
«I’m beautiful.» 
«And you will get out of there alive no matter what.» 
«And I’ll get out of there alive no matter what.» You turn around to face him, a little reassured. «You really are a great mentor.»
«Let’s go to the penthouse, I think our presence here is no longer required and I need to drink.»
The penthouse is silent, Effie and Clark are still at the party when you arrive. You cried a little in the car, but now you are calm. Haymitch, on the other hand, is skittish. He is really trying to be as sober as he can, but he is an addict. You hand him a bottle of something, you have no idea what, you take another and you sit on the couch with him. 
«You are not drinking it.» He tries to command you, but this time you ignore him and drink without even a glass.
«Do you think I’m impure?» You ask him after a while, not facing him.
«What?» He asks, surprised, then he understands. «…Fuck Clark.»
«Fuck Clark.» You agree. «But you didn’t apologise. Effie apologised.» You point out.
«I don’t think you are degenerated, impure or all the other bullshit Clark said to you. I know you enough to see what you are.» He puts a hand on your knee. «But I have to ask you something.» 
He is smiling devilishly, so it’s not important. «Ask whatever you want.»
«Do you have a crush on Effie?» 
You gaps. «What the hell?» Are you that good of a liar? Because you thought it was obvious you had a big soft spot for your late boss. 
«You always gush on her and want to make her happy!» He argues. 
«It’s because she is a good person and she cares for me!» 
«”Effie apologised”.» He mocks you. Oh, the drinking is working you see. 
«Effie did it. Do you have a crush on Effie Trinket?» You can't help but feel a little jealous, they have to work together all the time, and your escort is stunning, they are the same age. It would make sense.
He shakes his head. «Any girl at home we can use to gain more sponsors with a big scandal?» He wants to know. He is very curious, isn't he? Especially for someone who doesn't clearly answer your questions.
You let out a sigh. «I’m not in love with any girls and, I’m telling you this even if you don’t have any right to know it, I like both men and women. We could use a guy.»
With that explanation you let out a big sigh. You are exhausted.
«You must be tired, go to sleep.» He suggests.
«I can't. If I go to sleep I'll have nightmares.» 
«You have to sleep. What about sleeping pills?»
«I tried but they didn't work.» then you have an idea. You wouldn't do it if you weren't going to die soon, but you are, and even if Haymitch is the smartest man alive maybe he will allow a little manipulation.
«Would you…» You do your best pout and puppy eyes. To be fair you are scared and you did cry. And Portia made a miracle out of this dress and you may look good tonight. «I think sleeping with someone I trust might help.»
«I can't.» He stops you. «I sleep with a knife. I can't risk it.»
He caresses your cheek with his callous hand. You melt at the gentle touch. «I understand.»
You understand, but you say it in the saddest way possible and you look at him through your lashes until he lets out an unpleasant grunt.
«Just until you fall asleep, then I'll go. And just because you need to sleep to train tomorrow.»
«You know I also walked in these high heels and my feet are killing me.»
He glances at you, not moved by your performance. «Now you are pushing it. Get up.»
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cassthecringe · 11 months
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pls talk abt ur minecraft au <3
apollo i love you so fucking much i hope you know this
so au where they're all in the Minecraft world
jotaro and joseph (all the joestars) are, of course, adventurers. what i mean by that in this case is they're paid by the local governments to go out and explore new biomes, catalogue new mobs, and explore new realms. jonathan found the nether, joseph explored abandoned mineshafts, and now jotaro is gonna go explore the end
kakyoin is a miner. he goes out and collects natural resources particularly ores and such. iron is most useful of course but kakyoin has a real knack for finding gems (emeralds, diamonds, and gold). really good at redstone too. very crafty (heh) like he knows a lot of crafting recipes. if he sees one more piece of copper in his strip mine he's gonna be sick
polnareff is an entertainment pvp-er (think gladiator but it's not like. fight to the death. it's just a fight for ppl to watch; usually it's minecrafter vs minecrafter but sometimes there are mob specials, like fighting a warden or smth) and parttime black smith. really knows his weapons really good at making a show. trains kids on how to use weapons safely as well im sure
finally avdol is a potion maker/enchanter. he always gets grants to go out and explore the overworld to gather materials for said potions and he knows how to read the ancient's language (to a degree). also farms a bit cause potion materials. iggy is his dog (wolf)
dio is fucking around with something in the end which is why the government sends jotaro and them all to go stop him. holly is devastated cause she is worried about jotaro venturing to a new land that no one knows anything about but at the same time she gets that like, dio has to be stopped. jotaro just wants to go home he just wanted to be a builder like her. at least joseph helps him (as do the rest of the crusaders)
uh yeah. im still trying to figure out what exactly dio is doing...cause stands aren't a thing. but yeah. they travel around the overworld and nether looking for the end portal while fighting dio's lackees. im thinking dio might have found a way to control all the mobs? in one of the end cities. so. yeah. anyway
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flowerpotmage · 1 year
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4, 6 and 10 for the fan fic asks, pls
-@ewanmitchellcrumbs x
4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?
Cock :) lol I kid, I think it's uhhh. Murmur. I just like the shape of the sounds and I like the things it can do and imply. Murmur in an ear, murmuring audiences, murmur of emotions not fully realized... Idk it just hits a spot. Idk if it makes me feral, but it's the first word I thought of!
6. What is your darkest fear about writing?
That I suck and everything I write is trash and I am actually unoriginal and write the same thing over and over and will never be free of my writer's block, that I'll never feel prepared to tell my own original stories, etc etc. The usual writer's stuff I think.
10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?
Oh jeez. Yes, absolutely. I remember reading White Cat by Holly Black, I think is the book, and all of the implications and the ending just fucked me up for a few days. Insane. Also, the part in the HDM trilogy where they go to the underworld and when they return to their own universes at the end.
I find that the parts of stories that haunt me are tragic moments in interpersonal relationships, when you want something so so bad that you feel it physically (not in a horny way, but in a painful yearning way) and then it just goes so, so wrong. I love it, I hate it, I hope to be able to write it decently in my own works one day (says the fluff hurt/comfort happy ending fic writer lolol). I'm noticing it as a trend in early gothic short story literature, at least in this anthology I'm reading right now, which is very interesting.
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tarotbee · 2 years
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hello!! I see you post mostly about norse/hellenistic deities but was wondering if you could do a worship post about The Morrigan/The Dagda for celtic deities? Thanks so much :D
Offerings and ways of worshipping An Morrigan
(Thank you for giving me the opportunity to learn outside my scope!)
- associated scents for candles and incense: opium, clove, dragons blood, pumpkin, sandalwood, apple, cinnamon, patchouli, cedar,
- herbs/plants/spices: clove, sage, peppercorn, holly, star anise, garlic, rosemary, basil, weeping willows, hawthorn, juniper, blackthorn flowers, sage, jasmine, mugwort, angelica root, maple leaves, celandine, clover, rageweed, snapdragon, nightshade, vervain, belladonna, yew, cedarwood, rowan, dahlias, dandelion, pumpkin spice, orchids, aldar and red or black roses
- black tourmaline, carnelian, smokey quartz, snowflake obsidian, onyx, opal, blood stone, hematite and other dark stones relating to strength, protection or love
- bugs
- red wine and other red alcohols
- strong and red coloured teas
- fireball whiskey and Irish whiskey
- mead
- red beans
- red coloured food
- red meats (such as beef and lamb)
- traditional Irish foods
- knife/dagger
- knife/daggers imagery
- shield and armour imagery
- crow or raven feathers (ethically sourced)
- crow feet (ethically sourced)
- crow or raven skulls (ethically sourced)
- storm water, rain water, spring water or moon water
- coffee
- milk
-honey
- candles of black, red, grey, gold, purple or white
- practice self love and self care
- spend time in a cemetery
- clean up cemeteries
- do your shadow work!!
- attend therapy
- aid and support pregnant folks
- destroy some stuff, go to a rage room, rip apart a pillow, break some old plates etc
- go to the gym/establish a workout routine
- set firm boundaries and stick to them
- study her, read up on her mythology
- study celtic folklore and Irish culture
- leave food out for birds
- practice divination
- draw or paint something for her
- write or read poetry to her
- sing for her
- carry or take care of a child (it doesn't have to be yours but pls don't steal someone's kid)
- dedicate time to your craft
- pumpkins/pumpkin flavoured things
- apples/apples flavoured foods
- @skyewillow has a really awesome list of songs that she has found the Morrigan to like!
- s3ggs and s3ggs magic
- nuts such as almonds, cashews, walnuts (these are the only nuts I know but go crazy if you know more)
- chocolate
- potatoes!!
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Offerings and ways of Worshipping An Dagda
- cauldrons
- Irish harp
- a version of his club lorg mór
- boar, horse and pig imagery
- pork
- pig ears and pig snouts (can be found at pet stores)
- horse shoes
- oats and porridge
- bread
- the colour red
- red jasper
- study celtic mythology and folklore
- study Irish culture and keep the books on An Dagda's shrine or altar
- create, thrift and commission art work and items for his altar
- just generally be creative with his offerings! Make sculptures and paintings and drawings and poetry
- sing for him
- acorns
- Oak tree bark and leaves
- milk
- cream
- butter
- home baked treats
- beer
- mead
- whiskey
- support other celtic practioners and Irish businesses
- aid pregnant people and animals
- grow your own produce
- symbols of fertility and abundance on his altar or shrine
- fruit
- s3ggs
- honey
-host dinner parties for family or friends
- a token/coin
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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years
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Always You | JJK (Seven)
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
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: 10.1k
Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mention of erection, heated make out, marking, grinding, mentions of suicide:( (If this makes you uncomfortable pls skip), mentions of cheating, quick blowjob, swallowing,
Notes: sorry this chapter is shorter than the last! But we only have 2 chapters left guys! And they are long!!! Sorry in advance lol. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter:) Anyway feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:)
Taglist: @mooniyooni @thisartemisnevermisses @giadalin @kookiebunny097 @cosmosjk @moonchild1 @just-jeon @anpanman-sonyeondan @starlight-night0 @yessii-i @apollukee @mikasaredscarf1 @kaye-rosales @bunnyjeonjk @dyriddle @seagulljk @hass-mich-los @peachy-skz0325 @wonusbitch @not-your-lion @flowersgirl02 @justinetingball @fiantomartell
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Jungkook runs his finger through your hair, his mouth hot on your neck as he leaves behind what feels like a million, slow kisses. You taste sweet and he’s reminded of the first time he got to do this with you and his heart swells at the memory. He feels you grind against him, making him impossibly harder as he grinds back. Your moans fill his ears and it sounds like a chorus of sweet, sweet music to him, he can’t help but grin into his kisses. Suddenly, the image of him kissing down your throat becomes blurry and the sound of your whines echo in the distance. He must be waking up.
Jungkook feels you hovering over him with shocked eyes and he can’t help but wonder what’s gotten into you. He can feel his head beginning to throb from the inevitable hang over that wishes to visit and he raises a hand over it. You continue to look down at him and that’s when he notices it. Them. The hickeys that spread across your skin and he goes absolutely pale.
He looks back at you with wide eyes but he can’t help but feel pride bloom all throughout his body as he looks at how he has marked you but those petals quickly shrivel up when he realizes how badly he must have messed up.
“Oh fuck.” He says under his breath.
“Yeah. ‘Oh fuck’” you repeat back.
Jungkook lifts himself up, leaning on his arms as he takes another look at the bruises that cover your skin. He releases a shaky breath contemplating what to say.
“Drunk.” His eyes slide to the side, “We were really…drunk.”
You narrow your eyes for a split second then look at him with ease,
“Yeah…right…drunk.” You quickly agree.
Jungkook and you share a moment of a silence, admiring one another’s work on the other. You hesitantly reach out, your fingers coming in contact with the side of his neck, brushing against his soft skin.
“This ones huge…I’m sorry.” You say, not sounding entirely sorry. A slight smirk graces your features.
“Ha, you don’t look very sorry.” Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand, “Plus, you don’t even want to see what I did to you.”
You retreat your hand back to touch your own skin, you shuffle out of the sheets and stand from the bed. You walk towards the little mirror over by Jungkook’s closet and take a look.
You audibly gasp, the purple marks that spread across your neck and collarbone are ones for the books.
“What the hell Jeon! How am I supposed to walk out of here today! Everyone’s going to see this!” you gesture towards yourself. “Oh my god.” You turn back to look in the mirror. “This is horrible.”
Jungkook leaves the bed to join you at the mirror,
“Holy shit.” He looks at himself, “I’m not any better!” he throws his hands up but he’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing! You watch in disbelief as he chuckles the fucking day away.
You watch him and you can’t help but start to laugh too. This is just so ridiculous.
“Wait wait…” Jungkook calms down, suddenly becoming serious. “We didn’t do anything else…right?”
“Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn’t you also remember?”
“You’re the girl! Can’t you like tell…if we…” He motions his hands between your bodies.
“Oh my god. No, we didn’t do anything else. Do you really not remember everything?” you ask with a frown.
“I feel like I do…but I was just being you know, sure.”
Jungkook wishes he could remember everything in great detail but the reality is he was really drunk and some moments are hazier than others. Which is a fucking shame because he wants to remember the first moment you caressed his skin to his lips on yours.
“Do you remember everything?”
“I remember enough.” You admit.
You were drunk, yes. But the memory of you and Jungkook is almost crystal clear and fresh in your mind.
“Bottom line is…we were really drunk and drunk people do stuff like that all the time.” Your hands go to your hips, “I mean, I’ve literally made out with Trina before. Don’t feel special.” You wink, your tone is light and teasing and Jungkook finds you amusing.
“Just two drunk idiots.” Jungkook grins. “So no acting weird.”
“I won’t be weird, will you?”
“I’ll try my best.” He chuckles.
“I’m serious Jungkook, we can be cool about this…” you give him a smile, “It’s not like we haven’t—”
“Stop…” Jungkook lifts his hand up, “I get it.” He chuckles awkwardly.
Your small smile fades, your heart pinches. He never wants to talk about it, did he hate it that much?
“Right…” You begin walking closer towards him and he steps back, your heart pinching once again. “Well, lend me a fucking turtle neck or something so I can get outta here.”
Jungkook smirks down at you as he walks to his closet.
“Fine. Hopefully I have two…I have a black and a white one right?” he asks you from inside his closet.
“Shit, I think I have your white one at my place…”
“I don’t think Nick owns any…”
“Why do you need one? Just stay home today.”
“I’m supposed to meet Vanessa later…”
Your heart doesn’t just pinch this time, it sinks. Deep down into your lower belly until its falling to the ground.
“Oh.”
“I’ll find a scarf or some shit.”
“I’ll bring you your white one, don’t worry.”
“Really? Thanks y/n.” Jungkook walks out of his closet smiling at you, his black turtle neck draped over his arm. “Here.” He hands it over to you.
“Turn around.”
Jungkook raises a brow at you until realization hits him.
“Okay.” He whispers out.
You quickly change into the long sleeve shirt and let Jungkook know he can turn back around.
“I feel like I should make you breakfast or something…” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, standing here awkwardly.
“Really Jungkook?” you laugh out, “And what would you make me?”
“I think Nick has some toaster waffles.” Jungkook offers with a grin.
“I’m good. I’m gonna head out but I will be back with your shirt!”
“Sounds good, I’ll walk you out.”
You two nod at one another, exiting the bedroom and walking towards the front door. You stop to say goodbye and Jungkook steps into your space, wrapping his arms around you.
“See you in a bit.” He whispers.
“Yeah.” You pull back and smile at him. “See you in a bit.”
~~~~~
“Why the fuck are you wearing a black turtle neck in the middle of August?”
It’s Trina, if you haven’t guessed. It’s the first thing you hear when you step into your apartment, she is over to hang with Holly you’re assuming.
“I was a bit chilly.” You lie through your teeth, giving her a strained smile.
“Take it off.” Trina commands.
“Trina…” Holly warns softly, she’s got her hand on Trina’s shoulder and you can’t help but giggle.
“Wait, your date was last night, right? With this ‘Min Yoongi’? Ooooh, did things go well?” Trina whistles out.
“It wasn’t a date, I already told you…” you whine as you walk into the living room, sitting on the sofa.
“But it did go well! I had a really nice time.” You admit softly, smiling at the memory of your ‘thank you outing’. “He’s so cool and so sweet.” Your eyes light up, “He owns the record shop a few shops away from the bakery!”
“Owns it? Like it’s his?” Holly asks, she shares a pleased smile with Trina.
“Yes, like it’s his.”
“He sounds like a man. Marry him.” Trina gives you an aggresive thumbs up.
“Chill dude.” You laugh. “I think he and I could become really good friends…and…”
“And?”
“Well, you never know.” Your eyes shift to the side as you smirk. “The world is full of mystery.”
Trina smiles brightly, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”
“I’m saying that there’s not not a chance…”
“I’LL TAKE IT!” Trina lifts up Holly’s hand and high fives herself with it. “Whatever isn’t Jungkook.” She finishes with a grin and you feel your whole body go stiff.
“Trina…” you frown, “I really don’t like when you say stuff like that. Jungkook is a good person. He just…he messed up, yes. But he’s trying.”
“He hurt you.” Trina’s tone goes serious. “How could you forgive him for that?”
“I’m trying too. But I am able to try because I know him…he wouldn’t just hurt me without him having his own reasons…and I love him, T. Like as friends, of course but also…”
“I know.” Trina goes soft, “I know.”
Holly clasps her hands together, “And that’s that! How about we make some food and chit chat some more over some mimosas!”
“I love that idea.” You say.
“But seriously girl, please go change out of that turtle neck…you’re making me sweat just looking at you.” Trina says.
Right, the turtle neck. You told Jungkook you would drop off his white one…well, you gotta find it first.
“Okay, but I have to run an errand first then we can hang.”
“An errand?” Both girls look at you quizzically.
“Don’t worry about it.” Great, now you sound like Jungkook.
~~~~~
Within the hour you are quickly dropping off Jungkook’s shirt off at his place and going back to yours. He answered the door in nothing but his towel again and you tried so hard not to drool. You recall the night before when your fingers were dragging down his chest and his toned stomach. You felt every ab beneath your fingertips. Fuck, that felt good. You’re home now, you shake your head trying to rid yourself of thoughts of Jungkook’s body. But with a body like that? It’s so so hard. Just like how he was…STOP. You shake off these thoughts and try to pay attention to what Holly is saying.
“—And then I turned it in anyway and still got an A!”
“That’s amazing Holly.” You say, trying to act like you weren’t just having impure thoughts.
“Yeah, you totally kick ass.” Trina says.
You girls are a few mimosas in, you feel the champagne starting to work its wonderful magic on you but unfortunately it is making you start to sweat. You want to take off this damn turtleneck.
“I’ll be right back.” You say quickly before retreating to your bedroom. You find a baggy t-shirt and slip it on. This feels much better! But god damn. These marks on your skin are something else. You rush to the bathroom and try to cover some with makeup but it’s hardly helping. Fuck.
“Welp, maybe they won’t notice.” You whisper to yourself.
You walk back out into the living room and you notice both Holly and Trina’s eyes go comically wide.
“Wow, that date did go better than you thought!” Trina starts whooping and hollering.
“Wow y/n.” Holly really does look shocked.
Okay, so maybe they did notice. You feel so self conscious all of the sudden, your hands flying up to your neck to cover yourself.
“It’s—It’s not what it looks like.” You stammer out.
“It looks like this Yoongi guy is really into marking!” Trina yells out with a grin.
“Yoongi is really into marking…” Holly eyes you with horror in her eyes.
“Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!” Trina begins chanting, she looks over at Holly and lightly taps her thigh to get her to start chanting the name as well.
“Guys…” You whine into your hands, “It wasn’t Yoongi.” You must be admitting that because you’ve had a few mimosas.
Silence. The room falls undeniably quiet.
“Wait what?” Trina asks, her wide grin beginning to fade.
“Did you meet with someone else last night?” Holly begins to pry.
“Did you go to a bar or something and meet a rando?”
“Did you bump into someone on the street?”
“Did you call up and old boyfriend? An old hookup?”
“Guys!” You yell out, “I met up with Jungkook last night!”
Once again, the room goes silent.
“You what?” Trina asks plainly, “What does that have to do with the hickeys on your neck?”
“Really Trina?” your head falls into your hands, “We kind of…”
“You guys fucked? Really?” Trina’s serious tone is back.
“No! We just got really drunk and made out! That’s it!”
“But is that really it for you?” To your surprise, it’s Holly who asks this.
“It’s fine. We were just drunk. We decided not to be weird about it. And we won’t.”
“How can you be sure of that?” Trina asks, her voice gone soft.
“Because I will text him in a few days, he’s going to text back. Or I’ll call and he will answer like normal. I’ll ask to hang out or something and we will just be two friends who hang. It will go just like that!”
Except it doesn’t go like that at all. A few days pass and you decided to text Jungkook in the morning after you woke up. You don’t expect to hear back from him for a couple of hours since he will probably sleep in. But hours and hours go by and it’s the afternoon now and you still haven’t heard from him.
“You have reached the voicemail box of…” You click the end button on your phone again for like, the 6thtime. Why isn’t Jungkook answering? It’s a Wednesday afternoon, you know you remember him saying he had today off for some reason so what is he up to? Even if he was with Vanessa, would he really ignore you like this? 6 calls in a row?
You decide to try Jimin, maybe they’re together. You look him up in your ‘Favorites’ and click clack away to calling him. After several rings the boy finally answers,
“Hey.” He says somewhat out of breath, “I’m working, what’s up?”
“Hey it’s nothing really…” you begin, “But have you heard from Jungkook…? I can’t get a hold of him…”
“Huh? No? Maybe he’s just, I don’t know, busy babe.” You can hear Jimin directing some poor child of his wrong moves on the other side of the phone.
“Look, I gotta go. But just try again in a little while, okay?”
“Can you try calling him for me?”
“Huh? Uh, sure. I’ll let you know later. Love you, bye.” Jimin hangs up and you’re left with your phone to your ear, talking to no one.
It’s Wednesday evening now, you and Holly are sharing a pie while watching some weird show on Netflix that Holly insists is good. You’re three episodes in and you’re starting to wonder when the ‘good’ part happens. It’s mostly just been weird but Holly seems invested in it. You’re trying to keep your mind busy, the thought of Jungkook making you feel antsy. You just wanted to call and see if he wanted to chill together…to prove things aren’t going to be weird between you two. Is he really going to be so fucking immature? Big deal, you made out. But to go this far to ignore you? You can’t help but feel so fucking anxious. He won’t ghost you again right?
You mindlessly stick your fork in the pie repeatedly when you feel your phone buzz. Thank God, some sort of reason to look away from this show, you think.
Jimin 6:22pm
Hey, I got a hold of Jungkook…
What the hell? So he answered to Jimin?!
Jimin 6:22pm
It’s probably best to let him be today babe, today is…not a good day
You click off your phone and throw it on the cushion to your side because what the hell does that mean? Not a good day? If he’s not having a good day then shouldn’t he like, lean on you? Wait, you’re asking for too much right? You mean, you’re the one who set boundaries. But if he’s having a bad day why ignore you? You throw the fork in the pie and set it next to Holly, she looks at you mortified that you would just throw your fucking fork. You stand to your feet and start heading to your room.
“Uh, where are you going? Things are just getting good.” Holly whines.
“I’ll be back in a little while Hol, just gotta do something real quick.” You call out from behind you, entering your room to change into some clean clothes.
Once you’re ready you grab your purse and your keys and head towards the front door, and out to your car.
It’s a really quick drive to Jungkook’s apartment, he lives so close to you it’s ridiculous. He couldn’t find an apartment that was further away from his old one? Well, still…you’re grateful it’s a short drive. You wonder how you’ll confront Jungkook. He isn’t the best at opening up so you have to go about this strategically. But knowing you, you’ll be anything but strategic. It’s just with Jungkook you really have to force it out of him—whatever it is. Even then you may get nothing.
You find a parking spot a little a ways from the building, it’s a nice refreshing two minute walk to get inside to find and ride the elevator. You remember riding this elevator with nick and oh god, cringe. You cringe so fucking hard. Speak of the devil, he’s who answers the front door after your insistent knocking.
“Oh hey y/n. What’s up?” Nick’s eyes dart from you to the rest of the hallway. “Is it just you?” he asks, “Jungkook isn’t here…”
“Can I wait inside until he gets home?” you blurt out.
“Uh, sure…” Nick opens the door wider for you to enter. You breeze past him, taking off your shoes at the entrance and make your way to the couch. Damn, you are a woman on a mission.
“Can I get you some water?” Nick offers as he closes the door.
“Sure.”
Nick comes into the living room with a glass full of water and you couldn’t be more grateful. You didn’t even realize how dry your mouth has gotten, the anticipation of Jungkook’s arrival making you nervous.
“Do you know where he went?” you take the glass from Nick and gulp down like half the glass. “He hasn’t answered me all day.”
“Wait, he doesn’t know you’re here?” Nick asks in panicked surprise. “Should you really be here? He might be with Vanessa or like, coming back with her…”
“It’s fine. I’m waiting, is that okay?” you nibble on your lips, waiting for his response.
“Yeah, I guess.” Nick shrugs, “I’ll be in my room if that’s okay? You can watch whatever on TV or like, whatever.” He smiles at you, gesturing towards the TV.
“I’ll be fine Nick.” You smile back.
More than an hour passes, a god damn miserable hour of you sitting on Jungkook and Nicks couch when you finally hear the front door being unlocked. Jungkook.
You straighten up when you hear the door beginning to open, the soft creak sounding a million times louder in your ears.
Jungkook walks through and you notice he is alone, and you sigh in relief. His shoulders are slumped and his head hangs low as he takes his shoes off and you immediately sink in your spot. What’s with him? So, you stand to your feet and clear your throat and he doesn’t even flinch. He just continues walking inside, finding his way into the kitchen. You watch as he opens up a cabinet and reaches for a glass, next he’s fishing the fridge for some fresh water and filling up his cup. He takes a few sips of his water before his dark eyes find you.
“What are you doing here?” his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.
“You went ghost on me today…I was worried.” You leave the living room to walk into the kitchen as well.
“I…” he begins as he sets the glass on the counter. “I didn’t ghost you.”
“How could I be so sure?” you step closer to him, “How come you answered Jimin but not me?”
Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words, like a deer caught in headlights. He blinks at you repeatedly until he tries forming words.
“It’s nothing personal.” He settles for. “Can we talk tomorrow, y/n?”
“Where did you go today?” God, why do you sound like some weird, possessive girlfriend? You cringe at your own words.
“It doesn’t matter.” Jungkook’s eyes darken again, his voice low.
“It matters to me.”
Jungkook looks down at the floor and you notice him take a few deep breaths, like he is struggling to find a steady one.
“Talk to me, Jungkook.” You reach out to him, your fingers finding his and he flinches at your touch. “What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”
“I….” Jungkook’s voice cracks and you wish you could bring him in to hug you but you don’t. You just let him continue.
“I…have nothing to say.”
Oh. Of course. Of fucking course. Of course Jungkook chooses to stay silent. Of course he chooses not to talk to you.
“Is it Vanessa?” you finally find the courage to ask, “Did you two break—”
“No, we’re fine.” He cuts in. Jungkook frees himself from your hand and looks up at you with a strained smile, “I’m fine, y/n.”
Now, you shouldn’t feel upset. Or angry. But you do, you fucking do. It’s been almost 4 years of this same bullshit where he cannot open up to you and its starting to feel insulting.
“You’re…” you step closer to him again but he takes a step back until he’s backed into the counter. “You aren’t fine. Please talk to me, Jungkook.” You try to say calmly but you think the rage is a little evident in your voice.
“Nothing to talk about.”
“Is it because I’m a girl?”
Jungkook tilts his head to the side, not knowing what you mean by that. Yeah, that was a stupid thing to assume but you aren’t smart right now.
“You can’t confide in girls because you have trust issues? You know, because of your mom…how she left you…”
“Stop.”
“That’s it right?” You volume increases as your anger shows, “Are you fucking serious? When have I ever made you feel like you couldn’t trust me? When have I ever fucking left you?”
“Shut up.”
“No! And yeah your mom left you so you like, don’t trust girls I guess but god damn, Jungkook maybe it’s time to get over—”
“I said shut up!” Jungkook’s voice rises to a volume you have never experienced with him before.
“Have you tried looking for her?” you continue to speak, not realizing you are making everything worse.
“I know where she is.” He states, his nostrils flaring.
You flail your arms around, “Then go fucking talk to her.”
Jungkook looks at you with an unreadable expression, his shoulders to his ears and his fists balled up at his sides. He’s quiet. Too quiet. His breaths are beyond shaky and you finally notice it.
Jungkook’s eyes are glossed over and you think you may have gone too far. His lip begins trembling and he tries to speak but no words come out. He struggles to speak to you and it makes you blink at him like an idiot. Why can’t he speak?
“Jung—”
Jungkook lifts a hand up to stop you from talking any further. He inhales sharp breaths and releases shaky ones. His eyes are full of tears but none fall. He stares down at the ground just trying to do something as easy as breathing, but he falls short.
“Jung—”
“Please.” He croaks out. Jungkook walks to the couch and sits down, his head falling into his hands and you aren’t entirely sure at first but after a few moments you really realize…he is softly and quietly crying. Your Jungkook who never cries in front of anyone is sitting on his living room couch crying. You’re speechless. You also don’t know what to do. Do you try to comfort him? Do you leave him alone? But how could you leave him alone when he sits on his fucking living room couch sniffling away?
You hesitantly walk towards the sofa and take a seat next to him. He doesn’t lift his head to look at you, just continues crying into his hands. You don’t have to think about it, you reach your hand to rub soothing circles on his back and start whispering words of comfort in his ear.
Several moments pass when Jungkook finally lifts his head from his hands, but he still doesn’t look at you.
“Mom…” he clears his throat. “Mom didn’t just leave us. She left everything. She left me.”
“I know Jungkook…I’m sorry… I just lashed out on you, you can heal at your own pace and if she wants to see you again, she will.” You continue to rub his back.
“No, you don’t get it.” Jungkook murmurs. “Mom was hurting a lot. You know?” he begins to get choked up, his throat burning.
“Dad cheated, yes. But he was also neglectful of her and she was in a lot of pain,” he sniffs repeatedly, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
“She felt like she had no one, not even me.” Jungkook face scrunches up as he resists more tears.
“She couldn’t even rely on me.”
Fuck. You know where this is going. It is all starting to make sense.
“Mom killed herself when I was 16.” Jungkook finally says, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was too afraid to say it out loud. Like it made it more real.
“Dad didn’t take it well…he started drinking and I rarely saw him around…I had to take care of myself.” Jungkook finally lets the tears fall.
“I hated him. I still do.” Jungkook clenches his jaw.
You sit on the couch unable to comprehend what Jungkook has gone through. You feel like the biggest bitch alive. You forced your best friend to reopen his wounds in front of you and you had the audacity to pour salt in them.
“Jungkook I’m so—”
“Forget it.” He’s quick to cut you off. You stare at him with wide eyes, your own tears staining your cheeks.
“Please leave me alone for a while.” He whispers and immediately you stop him from rising from the couch.
“No!” you pull him back down. He doesn’t even resist, he falls back to your side and you lead his head to rest on your beating chest.
“I’m here for you, Jungkook.”
And that’s it. That’s what it took for Jungkook to scrunch and twist his face until more tears begin flowing out of his swollen eyes. He cries into your shirt, wetting the material.
“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You pat his head, your fingers weaving through his dark locks.
Jungkook cries like this for several minutes, until he’s wiping away his tears and snot with his shirt sleeve. He rises from your chest and looks at you with a painful expression.
“Today is mom’s birthday.” He admits.
Fuck.
“I went to her grave today…” he sniffles, “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. It’s just…” he starts crying again, “Saying it out loud. Makes it real, don’t you think?” His face is swollen and puffy from his tears and you can’t stop your own tears from sliding down your cheeks.
“Jungkook, I’m so, so sorry.” You feel awful. You can’t even fathom what he has gone through…
“It’s okay, this was bound to happen eventually right?” he laughs awkwardly, snot still dripping from his nose.
“I shouldn’t have forced it out of you…God, I am so sorry.”
“I…” Jungkook’s eyes refill with tears as he tries to speak again, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I really am. I tried so many times but I just couldn’t say it out loud. I just couldn’t.” The tears fall down his face once again, “I tried.” He begins to cry harder. “I really tried y/n.”
You heart breaks. This is a sight you never want to see again but if anyone has to see it you want it to be you.
“Baby…” you whisper. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
“You’d never leave me…right?” Jungkook chokes on his words as he speaks. “I couldn’t handle it.”
You shut your eyes as you think about what Jungkook has gone through. You think about why he’s been so closed off and why he has troubles with people sometimes—especially girls.
“I wouldn’t ever leave you.” You say in promise. “You’re too important to me.”
Jungkook’s face falls back into your chest, he cries into your shirt for several more minutes as you rub his back and play with his hair.
“Wasn’t I important to mom too?” You hear him whisper.
Your heart breaks even more.
“Of course you were, Jungkook.” You try to save, “I know she must have loved you a lot.”
“Then why?”
“She must of thought you were going to be strong enough without her…” Your fingers thread through his hair again, “And you are. But you know, you aren’t completely without her…” Your hand goes to his chest, over his beating heart.
“She’s here too, with you.”
And with that, Jungkook sobs harder. Like, it’s the first time he’s cried over this. And you wonder if it is. He’s gripping on to your shirt so tightly as he releases intense sob after the other. Your heart continues to fucking break.
“I’m here. I’m here.”
It’s been quiet the last 30 minutes, neither you nor Jungkook have spoken. He’s not even crying anymore, just lightly sniffling every now and then. You wonder if he has fallen asleep. You wouldn’t be surprised, all that crying will take out all the energy out of a person…
You lean your head down to get a look at Jungkook’s peaceful face…he is sleeping. You feel yourself relax as you continue to play with his hair. He needs the rest, you think.
You feel your own eye lids getting heavy and you let yourself fall asleep as well. Jungkook snuggles deeper into your side, his face nuzzling in your chest and you hold him tighter. You two sleep like this for many hours until you’re being woken up at the sound of the blender going.
The living room is lit up with sunlight and your eyes blink lazily. You realize Jungkook isn’t sleeping with you anymore and you start to panic. Where did he go? Then the blender goes off again and you decide to stand from the couch, even though your body feels so heavy.
Jungkook is in the kitchen when you walk over, he’s got his back turned to you and you creep up behind him.
“Boo.” You say, wrapping your arms around him.
“When will you realize that will never work on me?” Jungkook lightly chuckles, “Sorry to wake you up. I figure I could make us some fruit smoothies.” He turns around in your hold. You eye him up and notice how puffy his eyes are and you feel your heart drop.
“Fruit smoothie sounds delicious.” You squeeze him tighter and Jungkook laughs a wonderful laugh. It’s loud and full and filled with joy.
“Hug me back.”
Jungkook smiles down at you and circles his arms around your waist, “Sorry, sorry.”
You smile back up at him and lean your head on his body, he feels so warm it could melt you.
“About last night…” Jungkook begins pulling away from you, “I’m sorry I kind of…”
“You don’t have to apologize.” You cut in. “It’s my fault.”
“No y/n…I’m glad things happened the way they did. I actually feel so much better.” He admits, “Lighter, even.”
“Oh? Well, good. But I am still so fucking sorry.”
“It’s okay baby.” He goes back in to hug you tighter. You feel his strong arms hold on to you and you want to stay like this forever. You would if you could. But—
“Shit. What time is it?” You step back from him, digging in your pocket for your phone. “Holy hell, I’m going to be late for work.”
“Then get going. I’ll text you later?” Jungkook asks with hope filling his eyes.
“Yeah.” You smile.
~~~~~~
Work was lame as usual, nothing eventful happened. Yoongi must have been too busy at the shop today since he didn’t come in for cookies. You decide you will go see him at the record shop tomorrow but for now…you’re dealing with something else—someone else.
“Oh? You thought Trina wouldn’t tell me?” It’s Jimin. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with a popsicle between his lips. “Huh Miss Hickeys?”
“Jimin.” You drag his name out, “It’s not a big deal!” you throw your hands up in exasperation. “We were just really drunk and it didn’t mean anything. Just two drunk idiots.”
“Idiots, for sure.” Jimin sucks on the tip of the popsicle while he speaks.
“Seriously, it isn’t a big deal. We’re both over it.”
“Are you? You like him and he…fuck, this is getting so ridiculous. Promise me, just promise me…you will tell him the truth? You might be sur—”
“Jimin, stop.”
Jimin huffs out a deep, long breath and rolls his eyes at you.
“No.” he says matter of fact. “I won’t stop until you two talk.”
“Anyway there’s something more important we need to talk about…” you begin, “He told me about his mom.”
Jimin’s expression goes from shocked to guilty. He takes a few moments to finish the popsicle, biting the last inch or two and throwing the stick in the trashcan.
“I know. He told me.”
“Oh.”
“He’s been wanting to tell you for a long time y/n…but he just—”
“I know. It must have been really hard for him…all this time…”
“Yeah.” Jimin bows his head, “Me and Tae are the only ones who know because we were friends with him when it happened. That’s the only reason why or else I’m not sure anyone would know.”
“Is that…is that Jungkook’s secret? That you three…”
Jimin’s eyes expand as he realizes what you are talking about.
“N-No.” He admits softly, “That’s something else. That’s something Jungkook will definitely have to tell you on his own and trust me if you guys just talked…”
You tilt your head in confusion. What’s the correlation?
“Anyway, Jimin has Jungkook ever cried to you? About it all?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.
“He didn’t even cry at the funeral y/n.”
Fuck. You had a feeling. But knowing for sure is a whole other thing. The way Jungkook broke down in front of you felt like it was his first time and maybe it was and that makes your heart ache.
“Did he…cry? In front of you?” Jimin asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah…”
“Oh… he must really trust you.”
You only nod your head in response.
“If you guys just learned to communicate better…I’m really rooting for you two.”
Your heart swells at Jimin’s little confession and you nod your head again, this time with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.
“Thanks Jimin.” Finally, you feel supported. And it makes you breathe just a little easier.
“I know things haven’t always been easy with you two ever since the Tae thing…but honestly this goes back even further. Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah. We…I don’t know what’s with us.” You chuckle bitterly.
“I do. And I am going to force you two to talk one of these days. I swear on it. I will give you guys some time but damn babe, this is just…” Jimin releases a long breath. “Just don’t give up, okay?”
“Can’t you just tell me?” you don’t mean to sound like you are begging but you kind of do.
“No. It’s truly truly not my place.”
“I can’t just assume what you are talking about, you know? I can’t hope for the best then get crushed. That’s too scary, Jimin.”
“I understand babe.” Jimin scoots closer to you until he’s within arms-reach and caresses your calve. “Just talk to him, please.”
“Too scary.”
“One of these days one of you will have the courage.”
~~~~~~
“And what could be in this little baggy of yours?” Yoongi grins, showing his wonderful gummy smile.
“I brought you 2 cookies Mister Oatmeal Raisin!” You shake the little bag in front of his face in a teasing manner and he chuckles.
“What did I do to deserve your kindness?” He takes the baggy from you and inspects both cookies. “You decided not to be bratty today?” he questions with a smile. “These cookies are perfect.”
You decided to visit the record shop today, on this fine afternoon. It’s one of those days where it’s cloudy and looks like it could rain but it never does. You love days like that.
“This place looks so nice!” you say, bobbing your head around to get a proper look.
“There’s a section where you can sit and drink coffee…it’s not much but its cozy. Wanna check it out?” Yoongi offers, gesturing towards the other side of the shop.
“Yeah.” You say, “Lead the way.”
He guides you to the other side of the shop next to a window. There’s a table for two and he’s right—it is cozy looking.
You sit down and wait for Yoongi as he fetches two coffees, which you are so excited about since you have a fucking addiction.
He sets a cup down in front of you and takes his seat.
“So any new happy moments in life? Anything new to be grateful for?”
“I—”
“That’s a trick question,” Yoongi’s eyes go small as he smiles widely, “There’s always new moments to be grateful for.”
You can’t help but laugh, you bring the steaming hot coffee to your mouth and you blow on the liquid multiple times before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.
“Yes I guess so.” You smile.
“And what are they?”
“I’m grateful the sun is hiding today, I like the clouds a lot.”
“I love that.” Yoongi takes a sip of his own coffee. “What else?”
“I’m happy you brought me coffee.”
“I’m glad I somehow made it on your list of things.”
“What about you?” you ask.
“I’m grateful my A.C is working again!” he laughs, “It was actually broken for a couple days and I had like 5 fans plugged in around the place. I don’t think anyone wanted to come in here.”
“Oh no! Well, I’m glad it’s working!”
“How are things with your friend Jungkook? You guys were complicated last time I checked.”
You raise your brows in surprise that Yoongi would bring up Jungkook. But somehow you also aren’t surprised, it seems Yoongi takes a genuine interest in your life.
“We’re actually doing okay…” You bring the coffee back to your lips, taking another sip when—
“Have you told him your feelings yet?” Yoongi casually takes a gulp of coffee as you choke on yours.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry…was that too forward?” Yoongi sets his cup down. “To be fair, you both are very obvious.
“What do you means us ‘both’?” You grab a napkin and wipe your chin where coffee dribbled.
“He clearly likes you too.” Yoongi stares at you as you stare back with a blank expression, and he laughs. “You two remind me of myself and someone I used to know.”
“Used to?”
“We were never on the same page…too many missed opportunities that it ruined anything we could have had.” Yoongi frowns for a split second before breaking out into a soft, gummy smile. “I’d hate to see that happen to you.”
“Yoongi—”
“But if it does then better for me?” he whispers with a smile in his voice.
“What do you mean by—”
“Oh. But he has a girlfriend, right?” Yoongi cuts you off with his question.
“Not exactly but basically…”
Vanessa. Your stomach drops at the mention of her and you hate it. Why does she have to have such a strong affect on you? Why does she even have to exist? You mean, she can exist but maybe not in your life—or Jungkook’s life.
Suddenly, the doors bell goes off with a ding and Yoongi is smiling brightly at whoever just walked in. You continue to sip your coffee not giving it much mind.
“Taehyung!” Yoongi shouts out, standing from his chair to wave over his friend.
Wait, Taehyung? He can’t mean the same Taehyung—
“y/n?”
Oh shit. You turn around in your seat and your face falls when you see him. Even on this cloudy day his skin is so golden like the sun is shining down on him, he looks bright and beautiful. As usual.
“Hi Taehyung.” You wave awkwardly. He can immediately tell how uncomfortable you are, his face deepening into a frown.
“I can come by later…” he offers to you.
“No, no. Don’t be ridiculous.” You try smiling but it’s quite tense.
Yoongi looks between you two and he points between your bodies.
“You two know each other?”
“We went to school together, had mutual friends blah blah blah.” You say.
Taehyung only agrees with the nod of his head. Yoongi blinks at your two and opens his mouth to say ‘Ah.’ And heads to the back for another cup of coffee.
“How have you been y/n?” Taehyung asks awkwardly, he shifts from one foot to the other as he stands here.
“Pretty good, I think.”
“You think?” he chuckles. “Hey, sorry if my texts bother you…”
“They don’t.” you say honestly. “Sorry I don’t always reply.”
“It’s okay, I understand. How’s…Jungkook?” Taehyung eyes shoot down to the floor. “He doesn’t answer my texts either. It really hurts to see years of friendship go down the drain…”
“He’s mad at you Tae,” You begin, “But I think one of these days he will chill out.” You laugh and this makes Taehyung ease up.
“He really fucking loves you.”
“Well we are best friends… sort of.”
“Sort of?”
“We kind of stopped talking for a little while but we’re back to being friends.” You try explaining but Yoongi is walking back in with a cup of coffee in hand. He hands it to Taehyung, which he accepts gratefully.
“You’re here for that new Jazz mix record, right? I have it behind the counter for you.” Yoongi says to Taehyung and Taehyung only gives him a thumbs up. He eyes you curiously, wondering what the hell happened between you and Jungkook.
“I have to get back to work boys!” You stand from the table, “Thanks for the coffee Yoongs”
Yoongi smiles at the new nickname.
“And maybe I’ll see you around, Tae?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung gives you his signature boxy grins and you feel like maybe things all around are getting better. Just maybe.
~~~~~
Jungkook has his hands knotted in Vanessa’s hair as she chokes on his cock, her lips wrapped around it fully.
“Fuck.” Jungkook whines out, “I’m so close.”
Vanessa only moans in response, she continues to bob her head up and down on his dick making his orgasm approach quickly.
“Gonna come, gonna come.”
And he does, he comes down her throat and she swallows it all perfectly. Only a drop or two left behind on her lips which she quickly wipes away with her fingers.
Vanessa stands to her feet and Jungkook pulls her in for a quick kiss.
“That was good…” he says, somewhat out of breath.
“Glad.” She says smoothly, going in for another kiss. This time she lingers, her lips lasting for a moment longer on his.
Vanessa’s fingers brush against his neck, she traces the outline of one last bruise left on the side below his ear.
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she smiles coyly. “You two sure are weird.” She says flatly.
“Vanessa…”
“It’s fine. I know you know I still see him. It’s not like we agreed to be exclusive.” She taps her skinny fingers on his chest.
“But we are trying aren’t we? To make this work?”
“You aren’t trying very hard, are you?” the amusement in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.
“He cheated on you, Vanessa. Why are you still seeing him? I thought you said he has a girlfriend now?”
Vanessa pauses her tapping on his chest, her eyes go wide for a second. Like, for a second she wasn’t void of emotion.
“He does.” She says smoothly before she begins tapping her fingers against his chest again.
“He cheated on me with this girl.” She admits, “Little does this bitch know—”
“Is that healthy? Getting revenge?” Jungkook asks, concern lacing his voice.
Vanessa continues to tap her fingers as she narrows her eyes at Jungkook.
“You want to talk to me about what’s healthy?” her empty laugh fills the room.
“I want you to stop.” Jungkook’s hands go to her hips, “Let’s be exclusive, Vanessa.”
“I can’t stop…” she whispers softly, “I can’t let go.”
Jungkook observes Vanessa for a few moments, she looks as vulnerable as she did the first time she talked about her ex with him. He feels sorry for her. He really does want her to move on, for her own sake.
“You can move forward, Vanessa. You have me.”
Vanessa looks into his eyes, studying his serious expression. She can tell he means well but…she doesn’t have him. She never will.
“Please Vanessa, we can make this work.” He begs, yes begs.
Vanessa tilts her head to the side. Oh? This must be his desperation talking, she thinks. His desperation to get over you. She knows this. And she doesn’t hold it against him and instead she decides to help him.
“Okay, let’s make this work.”
~~~~~~~
y/n 8:09pm
On a scale of 1-10 how bad do you wanna watch spirited away right now?
Jungkook 8:15pm
11 girl don’t play
y/n 8:16pm
I thought so, I think this means you need to come over and watch it w meeee
Jungkook 8:20pm
Lemme shower and I’ll be over:)
y/n 8:22pm
Bring beer pllllssss
Jungkook 8:42pm
On my way
y/n 8:45pm
Drive safe bb
It’s around 9pm exactly when you hear soft knocking on the front door. You scurry towards the door and open it, finding Jungkook on the other side. He is wearing your favorite gray puma sweat suit and his hair is wavy and damp. He smiles at you when he sees you eyeing him up and down.
“Like what you see?” he teases.
“Wow, what a classic line Jungkook. Real original.” You scoff, letting the boy through.
Jungkook walks in, setting down a case of beer on the breakfast table.
“I brought our favorite.” He gestures towards the beer on the table. “Let’s drink it while it’s nice and chilly.”
“Agreed. I already have the movie set up.” You point towards the T.V “Ready for our viewing pleasure.”
“Where’s Holly?” Jungkook takes two beers from the case, handing one over to you.
“Her and Trina went out to some bar, I didn’t feel like going.” You take the beer and twist off the cap, Jungkook does the same. You two clank the bottles together in cheers and take a few sips.
“Ah.” You say, the refreshing beer making you feel well, refreshed.
“Because you don’t feel like going to a bar? Or because you would rather hang out with me?” Jungkook smirks, taking another sip of his beer.
“Because I didn’t feel like getting pretty.” You bring the beer to your lips, but you don’t drink from the bottle, just waiting for a response instead.
“You’re always pretty.”
You take a sip of the beer, feeling satisfied with his response. “I know.” You half joke.
“Let’s go to a bar.” Jungkook blurts out.
“W-What?”
“Let’s go in our lounge clothes.” He smiles, “Let’s just do it.”
“No!” you laugh out, “We look like slobs. Well, I do. You look…” your hand motions towards his body, “You know, you look…”
“Are you trying to say I’m hot, y/n?” Jungkook’s sly smile grows as he drinks his beer.
“You know what I mean.” You huff out.
“Well, I think the same of you. So let’s go.”
You can’t help but laugh, you continue to drink your beer back, the liquid settling nicely.
“Okay. Fuck it, let’s do it.” You can’t help but grin, the idea of going to a bar in yoga pants and a t shirt with your sort of best friend sounds so great to you.
“But maybe a little makeup…” Jungkook starts chuckling as you hit his arm with your fist.
“Shut up.”
The bar is mostly pretty casual, maybe not as casual as you and Jungkook but still casual.
Only a small handful of people are actually dressed nicely, but mostly are in jeans and nice shirts. Somehow Jungkook is still the hottest guy here. Even in his sweat suit. You’re surprised you two even got let in, does this place not have some sort of dress code? Guess not.
It’s pretty loud inside, the place has a live band and a decent dance floor. You and Jungkook head towards the bar and take your seats.
The bartender takes a few minutes to reach you two and when she does she automatically nods at Jungkook for his order.
“Two long islands please.” He says, he smirks towards you and you smile back. Long islands? Oh you’re getting drunk drunk tonight.
“You got it.” She smiles at him with all her teeth, and turns around to start mixing the drinks.
“Long islands, huh?” you rest your head in your hand on the bar top.
“I figure neither of us are driving tonight, we might as well go hard.” Jungkook smiles at you. “I’ll buy this first round?”
“Sounds good to me.” You bump fists with Jungkook with a wide smile. “Wanna make a bet?”
“What’s that?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you.
“I bet you $5 that by the end of the night the bartender will hit on you.”
“But I also bet $5 that the bartender will hit on me.” Jungkook pouts.
You stare at him in disbelief at his cockiness and you burst out into giggles.
“Fair enough.” You say between laughs.
The bartender slides two drinks to you and Jungkook, she twists and twirls her hair in her fingers as she asks Jungkook how it tastes. He takes a sip and gives her a thumbs up, you can’t help but snicker.
“Can we also get two tequila shots?” you wave at the bartender. She turns to face you and frowns.
“Sure.” She puts on a fake smile and turns to fill up two shot glasses with tequila. She sets them in front of you a Jungkook and tells you the amount due.
“Tequila shots? Are we trying to fucking die tonight?” Jungkook chuckles from beside you. He grabs two limes and hands you one.
“To us.” You say, lifting your shot in the air.
“To you.” Jungkook whispers as you clank glasses and throw back the shots.
Holy shit, you are fucking wasted. After several tequila shots and a few long islands you and Jungkook are barely holding on. Okay, fine. It’s not that bad. But you guys are really drunk!
His hand hasn’t left your waist for hours, and it feels so fucking nice. It feels perfect. It feels right.
“y/n?” a voice calls out to you. You know this voice, really well in fact.
“Taehyung!” you cheer. You stumble forward and go in for a high five and his drunk ass high fives you back.
“Fancy seeing you again.” You giggle.
Jungkook’s hand grips your waist tighter as he narrows his eyes at Taehyung.
“What do you mean again?” Jungkook asks, his voice low.
“We ran into each other at my friend Yoongi’s” you slur out.
“Hi Jungkookie.” Taehyung awkwardly sways back and forth, his words also slurred. It’s obvious he’s on the same level as drunk as you.
“…Hey.” Jungkook hesitates to respond, he looks between you two. “y/n…is this okay? Talking to him?”
“Hm? Oh? Yeah.” You stare at Jungkook blankly. Why wouldn’t it be, you think.
“Jungkook, maybe we could talk just the two of us?”
You look between the boys and somehow you feel yourself sobering up just a bit.
“Uh. I’ll go to the bathroom.” You say, already walking away.
“You know how sorry I feel.” Taehyung begins, “About everything.”
“What’s everything?” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.
“I’m sorry for what I did to y/n. But I am also sorry for holding your secret over you like that to keep mine.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook slurs out, “That was fucked up.”
“I miss you guys…” Taehyung takes a sip of his drink, “Even Jimin barely talks to me.”
“Shouldn’t have messed with our girl.”
“You mean, your girl.” Taehyung drunkenly corrects Jungkook.
“Whatever.”
“Seriously man, when are you just going to grow the fucking balls?” Taehyung raises his voice just a bit, “It’s clear how you both feel—”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about man, plus I have a girlfriend now—”
“You guys are official now?” You walk up to the boys, cutting in. You feel like maybe he’s just saying that.
“y/n…yeah, we just made it official.” Jungkook admits, running a hand through his hair, sighing out in frustration.
Oh. You feel your heart begin to crumble. They’re dating for real now?
“Do you have feelings for her?” You blurt out.
Jungkook shifts from one foot to another, he breathes in and out in and out. He bites on his bottom lip, thinking of how to respond.
“I don’t know what to say to that.”
Well, at least he’s honest.
“Well, I’m going to head back to my friends…” Taehyung butts in awkwardly. “It was nice seeing you two.” And with that he’s slipping away in the crowd.
“Wanna dance?” you say, trying your best to change the subject. You decide you don’t want to know his answer.
“Sure.” Jungkook smiles at you, he reaches for your hand and you squeeze his tightly. You guide him to the dance floor, the song is a slow one. You two look at one another but there’s nothing awkward about this. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands circle around your waist, he pulls you in close as you two sway to the music.
“Never go 3 months without me again.” You whisper into his neck.
“W-Why are you bringing that up now?”
“I have to keep my eyes on you, Jungkook. Without my supervision you go off and get yourself a girlfriend.” Your drunken words pierce his heart.
“Is that a problem?” He whispers back. “Yes, a big problem.” You lean back to get a look at his face, he’s already staring down at you, he somehow brings you in even closer.
“Whys that?” He breathes out.
“Want you all for myself.” You admit, drunk words are sober thoughts right?
“You want me baby?” Jungkook leans down until he’s so close, like he cannot control it.
“Yes.” You blink up at him, your lips parted.
The song changes but you two continue to dance like it’s a slow song.
“I bet you $5 that some guy will hit on you in the next couple of minutes.”
You tilt your head and drunkenly giggle, “I highly doubt that.”
Jungkook reaches in his back pocket and hands you a five dollar bill.
“What’s this f—”
“You’re so fucking beautiful” and then his lips are just a mere inch away from yours before he’s pulling back with a look of horror and guilt plastered on his face.
“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m with Vanessa now. I’m just drunk. I’m really drunk. You’re really drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing.” He drunkenly rambles.
You feel your heart sink down into your lower belly, you feel it crack and break into a million pieces. That’s right. Vanessa. He’s making it work with that girl.
“Yeah, it’s okay.”
“You’re my best friend y/n.” Jungkook slurs out, “I’m trying so hard not to ruin that.”
You only nod your head.
“Let’s go home.” You say.
~~~~~~
Your bed is comfy as ever, especially this drunk. Jungkook takes his shirt off and slips into the sheets, settling next to you.
“Wanna cuddle?” he offers.
“I don’t know if Vanessa would like that.” You slur.
“Right.” Jungkook lays on his back, his arms folding beneath his head. “Should I sleep in the living room?”
“No. I want you here.” You admit between soft breaths. “I always want you here.” You yawn out.
“Good.” Jungkook reaches out to hold you, “I don’t think Vanessa will mind if I cuddle my best friend for just five minutes.”
“Five minutes only” you tease. You shuffle closer to him, his warmth escaping his body and clinging to yours.
You two fall asleep like this. Morning comes slowly, like the world is giving you a chance to really appreciate one another’s company. Like the world knows that moments like this are so hard to come by. Like the world knows that you two need this.
When you wake up the next day, its half past noon. You’re still in Jungkook’s arms while he is dead asleep. You nuzzle into his chest and thank the world for giving you this moment. This moment to embrace him like he is yours, a moment to kiss his cheek like he is yours, a moment to whisper you love him like he is yours.
But he isn’t. He isn’t yours and that’s the reality. But you thank the world nonetheless. Because you need these moments to stay sane. But how do you two always end up like this? Can you keep blaming the alcohol? He tried to kiss you last night and that’s also the reality.
Jungkook wanted to kiss you. Can he keep saying it’s just because he’s drunk?
But he’s with Vanessa now and you have to respect that. And you will respect that.
You thank the world though, that right now he’s in your arms, breathing your air, and sharing this moment. Just you and him.
Finally, after another half hour Jungkook begins to stir in his sleep.
You stare at him as he wakes up and his sleepy eyes find yours.
“G’morning.” His voice is low and raspy and you want to swoon.
“Hi.”
“We…” he looks between your bodies. “Didn’t do anything, right?”
You feel your chest tighten, “No, Jungkook.” You answer calmly.
“Okay…” Jungkook frowns, “We can’t keep doing this, can we?”
Somehow you know exactly what he’s talking about, you can’t keep building this tension between you two. It goes nowhere.
“No” You admit softly, “We can’t.”
You think about Jimin’s words…could Jungkook…? But you don’t want to jump to happy conclusions, put yourself out there and then be wrong. But he tried to fucking kiss you. The girls were right, is this really all for you? You can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for you. “We really can’t.” you say again.
Jungkook smiles, but its soft and sad and makes you want to kiss his pouting lips until he shows you a real smile but you can’t.
“I’m sorry about last night.” Jungkook moves to his back, he stares up at the ceiling.
“I was just really drunk.” He continues, “Drunk me is wild.” He chuckles awkwardly.
“Is that really an excuse anymore?” you feel brave enough to say.
“y/n…”
“Forget it. We’re okay.”
“Are we?” Jungkook moves back to his side, facing you. He gives you a troubled look and you melt. Why are you always melting because of this man?
“Yeah. What’s more important is that your birthday is next week…”
“Oh yeah.”
“Can I be in charge of your party?”
“I don’t want a party, just a couple of friends.”
“Let me host it!”
“Okay, fine.” Jungkook smiles, “I can’t wait.”
“Do I have to invite Vanessa?”
“y/n.” Jungkook groans.
“Kidding!” you sing. Although, you aren’t entirely sure that you’re just kidding.
“It would be nice if you could plan this with Vanessa actually…she mentioned wanting to do something nice for my birthday too.” He sort of whispers out, like he didn’t want you to actually hear.
“Oh.” You aren’t sure what to say. You obviously don’t want co-host a get together with Vanessa but she is his girlfriend after all.
“Fine.”
You and Vanessa? Let’s see how this goes.
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Christmas with Kylo and the knights of ren PLS
i was just talking to my best friend about this but i always imagined an all black christmas when it comes to kylo and his knights 🖤 maybe some red details thrown in just to make it at least a little bright for his little star
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enjoy these head canons
the extravagance isnt lost on anyone invited to an exclusive party and kylo is very selective on those less likely to piss him off
he usually picks a new place for the party so it won’t be the same and no one can try to weasel their way in without him knowing. however; the punishment for disobedience is something no one would want to meddle around with.
everyone in the First Order wants to be invited but no outside guests are allowed unless you are closely tied to one of his knights or he needs to keep you close for something
although he tries to hide his excitement, just seeing how thorough he thought over every detail and decoration gives him away and makes your heart melt because it’s the one holiday you can see a lighter side of him
insists on wrapping his gifts himself because he can’t trust his knights (who love you) to not spill the beans on what he got you
the knights giddily watch you open their gifts to you like puppies. it’s usually a beautiful weapon or something violent you would never want but love because it came from them (you drop almost every gift like a hot potato and apologize profusely each time)
kylo watched you himself with a secretive smirk, affection pouring off of him in waves
kylo wears all black of course, but opts for an all black suit per your request with a deep red tie. you’re “a sucker for a man in a good suit” you’d said once and he never forgot it.
he looks ravishing and it’s hard to keep your eye off of him most of the night, toying with his tie when no one is looking to embarrass him, pecking his cheek with a kiss when he takes a sip of his drink, teasing him under the table during dinner, pushing his hair back into place when he gets too rowdy with his knights
his tie has your name stitched on the underside with a small star, and even if no one knows it, it makes you feel special that you could do something so obviously claiming on him and have him accept and wear it openly.
you are wearing a red dress that matches his tie, form fitting with a slit up the leg that goes all the way to your hip — dangerous in a room full of strong powerful men, but your nerves are eased when looking to kylo who watches you close, hungry, waiting. you belong to one man and one man alone - the one who looks like he might rip off that dress and fuck you right in front of his men if you aren’t careful
gives in to your christmas music request only if it’s strictly instrumentals - he can’t stand the cheesy shit and you know he’s stop it in an instant. holly jolly smash his fucking brains in whenever he hears those ridiculous jingles. he can deal with swelling music and ballads for a few hours.
the knights makes you dance to their ridiculous fast paced music when they take a stand and take the music control for a few songs - and you have the time of your life being tossed around (carefully of course) between all of them while squealing and giggling
when it’s time to open presents kylo stands up to grab all of your presents for you and places them on your lap, each one wrapped in plain black wrapping paper and ribbon with some greenery that’s very out of character and soft for him - but you choose not to tease him in front of his men.
you tear carefully at the paper, not wanting to ruin something he works so hard on (but also because you were swooning at the mental image of him with wrapping paper, scissors, and tape doing all of this for you)
he watches your face close for any reaction good or bad and is thrilled beyond his lucky stars that you’re tearing up and grinning at him like a love struck fool - leaning forward to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in close for a kiss. you give him one kiss for every 15 presents he got you - each one more extravagant and meaningful than the last
you kiss across both of his cheeks, down his aquiline nose, up his jaw and back to his plush lips patiently waiting for you
prying eyes are looking between each other at the forward display of affection, shocked that he’s allowing even a fraction of his guard down but somehow comforted by the example of his humanity
you all eat at a long table set for each guest, kylo at the head of the table and you right next to him of course. you would have sat at the other end that now sat empty, but didn’t think you’d be able to be that far from him even through just the meal
he loosens up with each drink, his hand travels around your waist to hold you close. at times his fingers twirl at your curls. he even lets you feed him a christmas cookie after about six drinks.
i’m in love with all of this omg i got a little carried away but hopefully you get the picture 🖤❤️‍🔥 kylo and his little star have a wonderful christmas and it’s all you wished for
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cozycryptidcorner · 2 years
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hhey besties and ghoulies it’s me. I’ve been suffering from burnout conglomerate of being a college senior, existing during a global pandemic, one of the worse depressive episodes of my life, and just general life fuckery. I just wrote something for the first time in months, all because i took a step back and started to actively consume primo content again. I thought that since
 I kind of have an audience
some of these are grossly under appreciated
really want to give these authors/artists some love
that i would list some of my absolute favs here for anyone to come across. Not all of these are exophilia, but they’re either kind of related or possessing tropes that are my favorites. I’m going to try to tag authors if they’re here on tumblr, but i’ll mostly just be checking to see if the Ao3 user is the same since that’s my primary foodsource <3 All trigger warnings will be shown in the actual links themselves because Ao3 is good like that.
anyways this is going to be pretty unhinged and in the order of my ao3 history page, I’m two shots into drinking and will not elaborate on how bad my adhd is acting up today.
everything’s under the cut
Gratitude by @icylangdon​
Pairing: Michael Langdon/Reader from american horror story
Rating: Explicit
Synopsis: “michael langdon tries his best to be good, but sometimes he just needs to be disciplined.”
Fave Tropes Present: Femdom and pegging.
Notes: This author single-handedly started my deep and unsettling obsession with American Horror Story’s Michael Langdon. I’m on the floor. I’m crying. I personally appreciate on a level incomprehensible to other people. Putting powerful men in their place is. my. kink. To reiterate for those in the back: I. Am. OBSESSED.
Pleasing your Queen  by catlesbian
Pairing: Hela/Reader from Marvel
Rating: Explicit
Synopsis:” You're a palace maid who's been summoned by your newly crowned Queen. You have no idea what to expect, but the events that play out will surprise you more than you could have imagined.“
Fave Tropes Present: is it still femdom if you’re both girls
Notes: there is a user on tumblr called catlesbian however upon first inspection, i don’t think they’re the same person? if so pls correct me. Anyways. while i am 100% down for putting men in their place, i am, weirdly, direct opposite with the ladies. pick me up and throw me into a wall. step on my neck. put my sassy ass into place PLEASE. this fic delivers, Hela is gentle but firm and that is everything i want in my eight foot tall asguardian dom mommy.
In My Heart And Punching  by ryn
Pairing: Jude/Carden from Holly Black
Rating: Mature
Synopsis: “Hanahaki disease: A fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. Surgery and treatment is possible, but the victim will no longer be in love.”
Fave Tropes Present: Hanahaki disease, supposed one sided love, enemies to dumbasses to lovers.
Notes: look. in the words of the author themself: “So you know those days when you want your heart ripped out of your chest by some good quality angst?” that’s all i have to say on the matter.
you felt shelter somewhere in me/i find great comfort in you  by wherelovershavewings
Pairing: Bodyguard lady oc/sub prince oc
Rating: Explicit
Synopsis: “series of one-shots about a bratty prince-regent and his maid/bodyguard/amazonian... person? content warning: a lot of dumb-assery! I fact-check nothing. we die like men. i'm posting it here purely for formatting reasons; thank you for your understanding.“
Fave Tropes Present: dom lady bodyguard and sub brat prince do i even have to elaborate.
Notes: *deep breath* this was my first bookmark ever and it stands to reason that i love it to death. the sexual tension. the pining. the mutual dumbassery. i give a chef’s kiss to every single one of my fingers.
Dark Shore  by @butterbabyflapjack
Pairing: Shark Merfolk/Reader
Rating: Explicit
Synopsis: Wandering barefoot on an unknown shore, without so much as a memory to guide you, you come to be in the clutches of a scaled and muscled fiend who dislikes you almost as much as you distrust him. Love is a silly and impractical thing.
Fave Tropes Present: ENEMIES TO LOVERS 5EVER, pining, and so much angry banter <3
Notes: First of all let me just admit that i’m biased because this was gifted to me, but I love it. it definitely has The Vibe that I’m obsessed with, that grotesque, dark, and mysterious atmosphere where the reader is desperately trying to unravel a mystery and also fend for herself with the horrifying unknown. love love love.
 How to Catch a Goblin King  by ViciouslyWitty
Pairing: Aged up Sarah Williams/Jareth from the Labyrinth
Rating: Explicit
Synopsis: “What happens when Sarah accidentally crashes a goblin royal wedding and inadvertently proposes to the groom? What happens when the groom accepts?They're bound of course.  After all, what's said is said. You are cordially invited to an Underground wedding.”
Fave Tropes Present: Accidental marriage, enemies to lovers, SO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION
Notes: *heavy breathing* exactly what’s promised babes
Every Letter That You Write Me by othellia
Pairing: Buffy Summers/Spike (William Pratt) from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: Mature
Synopsis: In a world where soulmates have the ability to write on each other's skin, Spike finds himself shackled to a five-year-old Buffy, who (for once) listens to her mother's advice about not handing out personal information. With no way of tracking the annoyance down, Spike is forced to endure a decade of unavoidable communication. When Spike finally arrives in Sunnydale and discovers his soulmate is none other than the Slayer, he revels in the notion of a destined death match, but the Powers That Be have other plans...
Fave Tropes Present: enemies to lovers, soulmates
Notes: okay so one of my favorite things is where a fic recognizes and addresses the horror of actually having a soulmate! like tbh i’ve always thought of soulmates as this almost elditch-level of terror just based on how you don’t really get to be your own person in that regard. yes, buffy and spike are soulmates, but doesn’t that just suck because they’re on the opposite sides of the big bad conflict? or.... are they........
Don't Touch  by MissCoppelia
Pairing: Rey/Ben from Star Wars
Rating: Explicit
Synopsis: “Why are there stairs in the forest?”
Fave Tropes Present: Creepy, leans into horror, “that’s not my boyfriend anymore”
Notes: yeah so this is based on those super creepy 411 urban legends which. i. LOVE. More of an ambiguous ending which is sick af, and I definitely appreciate the short but sweet nature of the oneshot.
That Williams Girl by @totallyottie99
Pairing: Aged up Sarah Williams/Jareth from the Labyrinth 
Rating: Mature
Synopsis: “You already know the story of the Labyrinth, right? What if, instead of a sexy rock star, the Goblin king was something darker, more monster-like than you remember? What if the labyrinth was just a touch darker and twice as dangerous? What if the affections of a Mad Fae king were something long in the waiting for Sarah? (AU where Jareth is more monster-like in appearance and Sarah is a theatre kid college student.)”
Fave Tropes Present: ENEMIES TO LOVERS BABY
Notes: unfinished but i’m literally on the edge of my seat, frothing at the mouth with every update. Jareth in this fic is way more inhuman and way more of a fucking cunt, and i’m one hundred thousand percent for it. Sarah is done with his BS and is trying her best. This is way more twisted and dark than its source material, definitely leaning into grotesque and gothic fae lore and i’m here for it.
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LEAVE THE REST AT ARM’S LENGTH — 
“One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place.”
tldr: group of former (and somewhat complicated) friends now about 25/6 who used to be thick as thieves but experienced an ~adolescent tragedy~ together that left them all *taylor swift voice* fucked in the head. please let this serve as a cw for mentions of an untimely demise, drug usage, and some questionable memories beneath the cut. lite inspo from i know what you did last summer and a very much more chicken fried version of the secret history below. pls reach out on discord [ holly gofightme #0001 ] if u want to clown.
Percy Moon shouldn’t have ended up where he did, there are only so many ways to say it, though they were often repeated. Such a tragedy dripped from honeyed lips, cloyed by the powdery scent of lilies and endless parade of casseroles. Hector Moon shouldn’t have drowned that summer night, just three weeks shy of September. But he did. 
The official story was that it was an accident, plain and simple and brutal. It was meant to be a last hurrah, before everyone parted ways for college or whatever. A few bottles of booze, a few tabs of acid, it was nothing new to any of them. But it was a camping trip that blended seamlessly into a nightmare that ended with a body tangled in the marsh grass and the rest of them looking worse for wear. It was a story that didn’t need to be complicated: a few bright filaments that burned too brightly one night and ended in an unfortunate tragedy. 
It was easier to sweep the truth under the rug. It was easier to remember Percy fondly, bathed in the glowing amber of his youth. It was easier to bury the memories more sour than sweet, more Machiavellian than Hardy Boys. It was an easier pill to swallow: that they were all just best friends. But childhood scars stack up and some bruises don’t show. The medical examiner never ran the bloodwork or thought anything of the bruises on any of them, the truth tickled at the tips of their tongue: there were no saints that night. But it was a secret that went to the grave, literally and figuratively. 
The center of their gravity gone, they split at the seams, torn asunder, and were cast into the wind. They drifted, away, away, away — 
THE LEFTOVERS —
CHOLERIC - [ RESERVED ] The former best friend of Percy Moon and Penelope’s former boyfriend, a former jock and golden child that was always going to do something with his life but has remained a big fish in a little pond. Currently: learning the ropes at the family dealership and trying not to get bloody knuckles on the weekends. Me and the devil walking side by side. And I'm gonna see my woman 'til I get satisfied.
MELANCHOLY - [ ELIAS MOODY ] Always the artistic temperament, melancholy never put their smarts to anything constructive, instead reveling in rabble rousing. Has since only become more unmoored since the accident, as they were the one to supply the drugs. Moon river, wider than a mile, I'm crossing you in style some day. Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker, wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way. 
PHLEGMATIC - [ PENELOPE MOON ] Percy’s twin sister who hasn’t set foot in Magnolia in the last seven years. Has almost successfully bleached her southern accent away but it clings to the edges still. Runs on cigarettes and coffee, unfortunately. Tomboyish pixie turned wannabe New Yorker.  I lost my heart under the bridge / to that little girl so much to me. 
SUPINE - [ OPEN ] Formerly, “the new kid”, eager to please, eager to fit in, and somehow the most rooted of the bunch. Remained in Magnolia and has tried the hardest to keep in touch to varying degrees of success over the years. Their brand of sadness is nostalgic, wistful, though they dream of that black night in vivid detail. Maybe they remember too much, maybe they remember nothing at all. Black light, old heart is breaking slowly / feet pacing the floor, my hands are ready.
SANGUINE - [ RESERVED ] The most well adjusted of the bunch, former cheerleader, former girlfriend to Percy, has buried her heart underneath seven layers of Spanish moss and a cocktail of antidepressants. Probably a raging insomniac and the human embodiment of whatever kind of fine a Lana Del Rey superfan projects but that’s kind of hot. Potentially the youngest real housewife of Magnolia or something dumb. There’s nothing in my eyes so I smile with my mouth. 
 SOUL - [ PERCIVAL MOON, RESERVED ] I’m not calling you a ghost, so stop haunting me.
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Happy Holidays fic recs
Happy Holidays everybody!  I haven’t been commenting on posts individually like i normally like to so it’s kind of backed up a bit. I still really want to thank all the authors who have been sharing their stories with us and leave a lil itty bitty comment before I can expand on them for their own post so here’s that! Also I’ve seen a lot of undeserved negativity being spread to a lot of authors and I just want to thank you all for sharing your work on this platform FOR FREE and remind you that you literally owe us nothing and I’m super grateful that you continue to share with us. These are just some stories that I’ve read this week, i’d def like to do another of these soon :)
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of these stories, each story is owned by the author tagged next to the title and the summary is pulled verbatim from their page, in quotation marks. The only thing I own is gratitude towards these authors for sharing their work with us.
Also all stories are rated M 
Also, a loooot of stories have come out lately and I haven’t had a chance to get to a lot of them yet but i hope to soon so I’ll hopefully make another one of these soon, but yea pls know that I’m not purposefully ignoring or excluding anything or anyone.
Jin;
last christmas | ksj x reader - @xjoonchildx
“ summary: it was bound to happen, eventually. after months of near misses at barbecues and birthdays, there’s no avoiding your ex-husband at hoseok’s annual christmas bash. but it’s fine, totally fine, because you’re both adults – and you’ve both brought dates and booze. what could go wrong? “
This story was amazing! First of all, I love the comedy surrounding the entire situation, Hobi with his 8 trees and instigator Yoongi who also wants them to get their shit together for Hobi’s sake. I love all au’s but sometimes exes to lovers is difficult for me to side with because I don’t see how people can bounce back from so much hurt but in this story it felt very natural how they were able to find their way back together and I really enjoyed the insight to their relationship, especially near the end.
Yoongi;
CREAM & SUGA -  @snackhobi
“summary: yoongi is your favourite regular. he’s patient, polite, and predictable, a-large-black-coffee-to-go-please, no cream, no sugar, thank you. rinse and repeat. the seasons might change, but yoongi’s order stays the same.
and then one fateful day in winter, yoongi asks about the weekly specials, orders a cup of christmas and sugary sweetness, and everything starts changing.”
Ya’ll. Yoongi fics just truly hit different. The plot of this was so adorable and him going out of his way like that to keep her engaged was so cute and just very Yoongi like. I also just really loved the descriptions in this, like how oc described making the drinks, it just made everything seem so real.
universe | myg drabble - @personasintro
                           “❥𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔; you’re his whole universe, you just don’t know it yet – or him” 
ASDFGHJKL! Like, I really have no words for the way this made me feel. Like, ik it’s not a super healthy dynamic but the thought of a fixated Yoongi is.. I loved reading Yoongi being so fixated with oc and doing everything i his capability to meet her. I also was v interested in the part where he bumped into her and she didn’t react the way he expected because it made me think about how he (or any character’s with his mindset) cope when the fantast and reality don’t match.
Hobi;
 A Holly, Jolly Crisis (M) -  @kpopfanfictrash
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This story made me feel so many things. Like there’s so many layers to it and both of their hurt, her visiting him and feeling betrayed while he felt pushed aside. This story was so complex and both characters had so many layers to them, but it’s still sooo well written and I was invested the entire time. Like, I genuinely can’t get my feelings out in a brief way so I’m looking forward to screaming about this in it’s own post.
Joonie;
 my only wish - knj | m - @ppersonna
“✹ summary- There are few things you hate most in this world. Hornets, unnecessary fruit pieces in otherwise perfectly good jello, certain shades of orange… But nothing takes the cake more than two simple things. Christmas. And Kim Namjoon. So why did you agree to pretend to be Kim Namjoon’s girlfriend at his family Christmas party? Bah-Humbug. “
UM! Absolutely adored this story, of course it would be a fellow cream suit enthusiast who can bring so much justice to dreamy Joon. I loved how he was portrayed here and getting insight to both his and oc’s feelings made me root for them soooo hard.
new parent syndrome - @1kook
“ SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)”
The tag “dreamy husband joon” is extremelyyyy accurate. This story was just so cute and their relationship truly felt so intimate and lovely. Her being on the phone with Jimin while Joon was smash SENT me but it was also so hot like ASDFGHJKL that man can do no wrong tbh.
  laundry day - @snackhobi
“summary: You’ve been letting your laundry pile up for a little too long. Fortunately, your neighbour Namjoon is there to lend you a hand. “
Pls this was so hot. Like, I’ve made it very clear thus far that I’m a total simp for Joon, the thought of that man going strawberry picking and thinking to grab some for oc genuinely makes me SWOON. He’s an actual heartthrob.
   The Sweet in Sweet Potato - @sahmfanficbts
“ Summary: You’ve been roommates for years. Now that you’re catching feelings, it’s time to run away. “
This entire series has had me so invested but this chapter!!! I’m always a sucker for Joon but the way he was so clearly in her feels (for OC) but wanting to respect her need for distance, what a man. And I was so happy to see oc working through her feeling towards Joon.
Last Christmas (M) - @jjungkookislife
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Damn, I really love when a misunderstanding is such a big catalyst for a bunch of drama/angst. It just really ups the tension for me because as the reader I know it was a misunderstanding but clearly the character’s don’t, so it just makes me really eager to see how they make amends. I really enjoyed seeing them slowly make amends and grow. Also the buildup to them deciding to give the relationship another go made the ending soooo satisfying.
Jimin;
 picking petals|pjm - @taestybae
“ summary ↣ you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. “
I really have no words for this, like it was so asaifgjhhkc. First of all, I really enjoyed that it was through his pov, i don’t typically read stories like that (I just don’t often come across them) but this still felt so natural that I didn’t even realize until right now, writing this comment. Also, the imagery was so well described and the anticipation built made this story so enjoyable.
Taehyung;
 Deepest Indulgence  - @scribblemetae
“ Description/Summary: The world is a mess, gangs, violence and rates of poverty are at an all time high since corporations took over everything. You built your Sex house to be a safe place and a sanctuary for those in need, promising to protect anybody who needs it. What happens when an extremely attractive and very rich man walks through the door begging for a job at Deepest Indulgence? The one sex house that wasn’t meant for men like himself. “
I AM SO EAGER FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT. Like, idk how I can even describe this correctly but this just feel so much like Tae...???? Like idk if that makes sense but just Tae being this v sensual man, but there still being more to him than that, just makes so much sense and even the word “indulgence” is just so sensual and reminiscent of him. Also, the storyline so far is something I’ve personally never seen before and I’m super invested in this world and story already. Very eager to see how their relationship progresses.
 let it snow | kth - @suga-kookiemonster
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It’s the way I read this last night, it took me exactly an hour (3am to 4 am cause I’m a CLOWN), and I was so invested that I kept putting off sleep to finish it. Man, i’m a simp for this Tae (just like he is for oc lmao). I really enjoyed reading it and the mention of Jisoo earlier in the story had me on the edge of my seat the whole time wondering when things were gonna blow up. Everything was just so sweet and fluffy, and the confession really made me feel so soft for them both cause they both were so in their own heads and feelings they couldn’t see what was in front of them so I really enjoyed the confessions.
Jungkook;
Thank you, baby - @scribblemetae
“ Turns out the boy whos been stalking you for years has decided its about time he shows his face in the form of a picture, and decides its time to talk to you for real, in the form of a phone call. “
I genuinely don’t know how I can simp over this story in a short way but I’ll try my best. The characters are so complex and the storyline is twisted so many ways that make this so interesting to read and easy to become invested in. The way Jk is written, I understand why OC is lost on how to feel for him. Like, his actions are wrong, but actually meeting him and even seeing his though process, it’s hard to make him out to be the villian that his actions have categorized him as. I can’t wait to continue reading and write a full length comment about this!
FEED ME, FIGHT ME.  @yeojaa
“ What do you get when you mix a pissed off girlfriend with a neglectful boyfriend?  (Aside from trouble, that is.) “
I really enjoyed this, I love how aware of Jk and his boundaries the oc is and how she is cautious to walk the line and not push him too far while also letting him know how his actions make her feel. This just genuinely felt like a glimpse into a very real, very intimate relationship/moment and I loved that. I also just really love how this is written and I think you have a beautiful way with words. 
Chapstick - @softyoongiionly
“based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. Or Jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. “
Idk if I’ve ever said it before, but I just love how you write relationships. Like, I can feel how comfortable they are with each other and how natural being together is for them. With your stories generally it just never feels forced and I really love that. I also really liked that we got Jk’s pov in the beginning, getting to see how tense he was really made me eager for their interactions and for him to feel comfortable and calm with her. Their interactions just felt so cute and natural and the end, assdjfhi, jk really deserves to be cherished and I loved seeing oc get him to the point of relaxation.
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politics - jacob thrombey
authors note : pls listen to ‘tear you apart’ by she wants revenge while reading this literally. I hope this is at least consistent i did not proofread.
warning(s) : smut, swearing, degrading stuff
words : 3.4k
summary : you’re the liberal, bernie sanders lover at your prep school and jacob is the conservative nazi. the day of your schools political rally each of you finally get rid of that underlaying tension between you two. 
“and oh my god he does this thing with his tongue and it just-”
“jesus, holly, we’re supposed to be talking about the rally,” you said to your friend, giving her daggers when you glanced at her. it was a day until the rally your private school, buxton prep, had every four years for the presidency. 
in usual democratic, liberal fasion, you were rallying for bernie sanders. since you were a senior this year you got to run the whole project, which was obviously more work than you thought it would be, but then again it would look good on college applications. it also got you out of going to the boring classes you didn’t want to go to. all you had to do was raise your hand and say you needed to do something for the rally, and the teacher would dismiss you like it was nothing. 
when you were a little freshman four years ago during the previous election, you were a part of the democratic team as well. though at that time you were just a little fourteen year old, so the seniors and juniors basically made you their lackey. you got coffee for them, baked so many cookies, and went on too many food runs you lost track of the number. you also made so many signs your fingers bled from the amount of paper cuts you got. 
overall, you were very happy that you didn’t have to do that this year. call it hazing, but it made sense that the freshman were tasked with doing all that stuff. 
at your school, which was too preppy it made rival schools want to throw up, the freshman were at the bottom of the food chain. and you had worked really hard to be the senior that you were now. you were popular, always having a group of lackeys, and had one of the best grades in your entire class. 
“. . . sorry y/n, but i am working, look at these signs,” holly said, holding up the sign she was working on. it was a nice sign. holly was purposely tasked with doing the designs because she wanted to be an art major, and she was just a sophomore so you didn’t feel bad about telling her she needed to make fifty. 
you gave her a feigning proud smile, nodding your head. “okay, whatever you say. who are you talking about anyways?”
holly looked up from her work, a blush splaying across her face. “no one, don’t worry about it, it was a one time thing.” 
her eyes, however, gave it away. they looked past you and right at the group of boys who you despised. well, some of them were good, but they were led by someone who you fucking hated it made your blood boil.
dressed in the boys uniform of your school, a dark blue sweater with a white collar popped out and black dress pants, was jacob thrombey. he was talking to some of the other boys in the senior class, motioning with his hands while he talked expressively. you looked back at holly with wide eyes, realizing that jacob was the person that she had been talking about. 
“you did not sleep with jacob thrombey,” you said, mouth agape with shock. 
holly laughed nervously. “like i said, it was a one time thing! it was at that party you said you were going to go with the group to and you never showed up. i was horny i don’t know.” 
“oh, that party, right,” you said with a shrug. you said that you would meet your group of friends at the party that colin ( another boy of the thrombey group ) was hosting this past weekend. but then the more you thought about it, the more you didn’t want to go because getting wasted on a saturday night and possibly ending up in bed with anyone from that group did not sound like a fun time. plus you wanted to take a bath and watch netflix, have a little relaxing night. “still . . . sleeping with the enemy?”
you tuned out holly’s excuses, instead searching your bag for the flyers that you thought you had put in there that you printed in the library earlier. they weren’t there, you probably just forgot to take them and left them in the library by the printer. you groaned, excusing yourself from the group and walking out of the cafeteria. 
your black dress shoes clanked against the smooth tile of the hallway. you anxiously pulled down your dark blue and black checkered skirt so that nothing you didn’t want showing was showing. the skirts were already short enough, which was a little sexist on the schools part, but it was your uniform. there was nothing that you could really do about it. 
the library was unlocked, thank god. you turned the lights on and walked in, making your way to the back to the printers. once you got there you saw your flyers sitting there where they had been left by you in second period. 
soft footsteps echoed closer to you and you turned around, seeing jacob walking over to the printers, phone in hand. suddenly the other printer next to you started up, signaling that he was printing something too. probably his own posters. 
“hey y/n,” he greeted, glancing at you and then leaning against the table, fingers tapping against the wood. 
you scoffed. “thrombey. following me?”
“no, I know this is going to be a dent in your little rich girl complex, but the world doesn’t revolve around you. i’m printing stuff for the rally,” he replied. of course he was.
jacob was running the donald trump campaign for the rally. making you hate him even more than you already did. the way that he acted like no one else in the world mattered except himself made you want to rip your hair out, and the fact that he had the audacity to act like you were the entitled one. 
instead of getting political with him ( because that would be happening all day tomorrow ), you looked at him and said, “could you maybe stop fucking my friends?”
jacob looked at you quizzically. “what do you mean?”
“holly said you hooked up with her at that party, could you maybe not fuck my friends? or if you’re going to hook up with them at least stop hooking up with sophomores. i know they’re easy and can’t see how much of an asshole you are but seriously. gross,” you scoffed. 
“are you jealous?”
you squinted at him. “no, i’m not fucking jealous. i just don’t want you to hook up with her again and then she comes crying to me because you wanted to do knife play or something.” 
jacob only laughed, taking the pile of flyers that finished printing. “why do you think i’m such a sadist?”
“because we all know those hand marks on carissa’s neck last year weren’t just a coincidence after you hooked up with her.”
he didn’t answer, instead shrugging his shoulders and watching away. you sighed, realizing that you were never going to get him to listen to anything you said ever. he was too much of an ass, luckily soon enough you never would have to see him again after you graduate. 
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today was the day of the rally, and you were more than excited. the only problem was that you were stressed out of your mind trying to get everything set up in your large booth. everyone was either setting up the blue cookies that had been baked or getting the pins ready to hand out with sanders printed on them in large blue letters. 
“where are the shirts?” you asked one of your helpers, giving her a condescending look. “don’t tell me you left them in mrs. prescott’s classroom.”
she had. fucking god. 
you shook your head and turned on your heel, walking away from your booth and leaving someone else in charge while you were gone. you turned the corner and made your way into the big classroom. 
“what the hell are you going here?” a male voice asked. it was jacob, who was looking in a box that had your name on it. it was the box with the shirts. 
you walked over to where he was and grabbed the box away from him. “what are you doing with my shirts?”
“just looking, shitty design,” he said. 
you scoffed. “you’re an ass you know that? no one actually likes you, you have no respect from anyone but your little meathead jocks.” you meant to get him mad, but the look he gave you realized that he was in a more angry mood than he usually is.
“you think you’re such a tough bitch,” jacob yelled at you, pushing you back with such force you felt your stomach drop. his hands came to your shoulders and pushed you again, until you were pressed all the way up against the wall. your shoulder blades dug against the cold concrete, back of your head hitting against it. “you think that you’re so fucking entitled,” he went on, his body capturing yours in a hold so you couldn’t squirm out. 
your hands came to his chest, trying your best to push him away from him. his arms were pressed against the wall, still trapping you. in a leap of faith, you looked up into his piercing green eyes and gave him a smirk. “yeah? and what are you going to do about it, thrombey? teach me a lesson?” 
a sadistic smile came across his face, which made you instinctively press your thighs together, realizing how wet you actually were just looking at him, just feeling how close he was to your body. 
“you’d like that wouldn’t you? for me to teach you a lesson, fuck you until you can’t stand,” he hissed, his head ducked down and pressed hot kisses against your neck. his teeth grazed along that sweet spot and you gasped, your hands now balling up into fists on his chest. jacob laughed against your neck, using his tongue to lick a clean stripe all the way up your neck to the edge of your jaw. “amazing how much of a needy bitch you actually are. not really that tough, are we?”
“fuck you,” you said in a weak voice, feeling his hips grind against your own. he laughed again at your weak attempts to savor the last bit of dignity you had left in you, even though your own body was betraying your mind. your brain was going haywire, not knowing if you were going to push him all the way off of you and leave, or if you were going to give into the temptation. 
the latter ended up winning and you succumbed into his touch, pulling him by his shirt to kiss you. the second his lips landed on yours his tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting with your own and ultimately winning in the little power play you had going on with him. 
he pulled off your shirt, leaving you in nothing but your bra and skirt that was being hiked up by his other hand. you worked aimlessly on his own clothing, pulling off the dark blue blazer and only being left with his white collared button up undershirt to be in between the skin of both of your chests. your hands came up to take off his tie and get the buttons undone, but his own hands grabbed your wrists, tutting condescendingly. 
“that’s not how this is going to go, princess,” jacob said, pulling your hands to his belt of his black dress pants. “did you really think that i was going to let you be in control? i know that you’re a brat, but i didn’t think that you were dumb.”
you whined at his words, hating that his degrading words turned you on even more. his eyes motioned down to the ground and you quickly realized what he wanted. jacob stepped away from you enough to make you slink to your knees, hands still connected to the waistband of his pants. 
deciding to play the brat card with him, you looked up at him and said, “what do you want me to do, jacob?” it was in the most innocent tone you had ever made in your life and the look that he gave you almost made you cum in your pants right then and there. 
your hands came to palm him through his pants, keeping your eyes on him to see jacob’s head throw back with a low groan. his hands found their way to your hair, while you gave his growing bulge a light kiss. you continued to do this until his head came back to look down at you, hand moving to hold you by your jaw. “enough of this,” he spat, undoing his belt and watching as you unzipped his pants and pull them down to the ground. he took himself into his hands and pumped lazily a few times, until letting it rest on your closed lips. 
precum wiped against your kiss swollen lips as you opened your mouth, tongue falling out, waiting for him to do anything. he tutted again, other hand gripping your hair, finally pushing his dick into your mouth. he went as far as he could, hitting the back of your throat and watching you gag around it. you didn’t let yourself gag too much though, just enough to get remotely comfortable as he stilled in your throat. 
then he started moving your head up and down his cock, finding a steady rhythm that had you breathing in and out rapidly through your nose, spit dripping off his shaft and down your chin. the lewd noise that came out of your mouth made you moan, the vibrations enough to make him groan himself. 
he pulled you off of him, spit falling and getting everywhere on your face. “at least your pretty while i face fuck you, unlike your little friend holly. she just kept gagging and choking, which was hot at first, then a little sad,” he mentioned, wiping some of the spit off your chin with his thumb. 
you were about to talk to him again, until he was pushing right back into your mouth, to which you hollowed your cheeks out as much as you could to fit all of him in there. 
the sounds of his noises sent pressure right to your core, and you needed to alleviate the hot pressure that was building. sneakily ( or what you thought was sneakily ), your hands came to play with your clit, making you groan out against his dick. this caught his attention, and he pulled all the way out of you to give you a frown.
“are you actually touching yourself without my permission?” he asked, his voice teasing you and making you feel like a little girl.
your eyes widened, feeling stupid from his words and scared about what he was going to do about you getting caught in the act. he was silent, only looking at you with those dark green eyes that made you squirm under his gaze. without speaking, he pulled off the tie he was wearing and grabbed your hands, pushing your wrists together behind you. 
you couldn’t see what he was going to do until you felt the fabric bite into your skin, hearing the fabric fold into a tight knot. you tried to move your hands away from the tie and you couldn’t, they were tied together, unable to do anything. you were completely in his control now. 
“i'm sorry jacob . . . please i want to touch you,” you whined, though your voice was breaking from him ruining your throat.
he just laughed. “no, you wanted to touch yourself. don’t lie y/n, or i’ll just keep you like this and make you watch me finish myself off.” 
you hated that you found how cruel he was being hot, that it made you even more wet at the thought of him doing anything he wanted to you now that you were completely in his control. 
“get up,” he ordered, grabbing you under your arms and helping you onto your feet. it took you a moment to steady yourself since you didn’t have much balance, though you weren’t standing for long when he pulled you over a few feet away and bent you over the closest desk. your chest pressed against the cold surface, he pushed your head down too, cheek against the wood. 
he pulled you by the hair to hold you up, feeling his cock press up against you. “suck on these real quick for me princess,” jacob muttered, pushing two fingers into your mouth. you moaned against them, wiping your tongue all around them, letting your spit catch along his long digits. “good girl,” he praised, pulling them out of your mouth, pulling away your panties and inserting both of them into your aching hole. 
you yelped at the sudden pleasure, but pushed your hips against his hand, feeling him pump them in and out over and over again at an unforgiving pace. “is this what you wanted? just to be touched by someone you claim you hate,” his fingers pulled out of you, his hand landing to steady your hips. 
you heard him fumble a little bit, pushing into you after a few seconds went by. he was so big, and didn’t waste any time to let you adjust. when he bottomed out, he pulled all the way out and then back in roughly. you clenched around him, gasping breath in and out in a desperate attempt to adjust to him. 
even though he was going at an already fast pace, you could tell he was holding back. so you smirked, saying, “you said you’d fuck me till i can’t stand, but here i am standing.” jacob laughed, pulling you up by the hair again. you felt his hot breath fan against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “whatever you say.” 
his hips began rutting against you at an unbelievable pace, making you almost scream, head still being held up only by his hand in your hair. his lips kissed the skin below your ear, all the way down to the back of your neck, making you shiver and lean into his touch. 
your legs were already feeling tired, especially since your hands were still tied behind you by his tie and you couldn’t use them to hold yourself up. you felt like a limp rag doll against the desk while he pounded relentlessly into you. 
you were already so worked up that you knew you weren’t going to last very long, and surprisingly enough the way that the edge of the desk was digging into your hip bones the more you reached closer and closer to that edge. 
“fuck jacob i’m going to cum,” you yelled out, fingernails clenching into the palms of your hands. “please, please let me cum.”
“well since you asked so nicely,” jacob said. “cum then.”
you yelped out, squeezing around him and hitting your high like hitting a hard brick wall. the impact of him still rutting relentlessly and animal like into you made it hard for you to stand, riding out your high. his arm came to wrap around your waist, holding you against the desk while he chased his own high. 
the sensitivity you felt was enough to make your eyes water. jacob was not that far behind you though, giving you one last good thrust then spilling inside of you. you felt the cum enter you and fill you up, and when he pulled out you felt the liquid run down your inner thighs. 
the sounds of each of your breaths filled the room. your wrists were undone and you leaned against the desk, turning around and looking at them. there were deep purple bruises in a ring along them, and you knew those were going to be impossible to cover up with makeup to make your skin look natural.
each of you were silent while he got dressed and you cleaned him off of your thighs with a kleenex, getting dressed yourself. until you said, “you’re lucky i’m on birth control, asshole. you didn’t even ask me if you could come inside.”
“I figured you were, seemed like you,” he retorted. 
“you’re still unbelievable,” you answered, deciding to pin up your hair because there was no way you would be able to make it look normal while it was down. 
jacob tied his tie and gave himself a once over. “yeah, and you’re still a brat. see you at the rally, hopefully your voice recovers or else you’ll have to explain to all of your liberal bitches about how you got on your knees for me.”
asshole.
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Heyo I’d like a matchup! Matesprit and kismesis pls. I’m a bisexual (preference for guys) 5’2 girl, a derse dreamer and a Rogue of Space. I dress in a very over the top punk style (leather, platform boots, chains) and have short choppy blue hair. I tend to intimidate people when I first meet them but I am really just a big softy! I am very caring and have been called the mom friend. I am a lover of music, my favorite genres being rock and indie, but I will enjoy anything thats upbeat. I make song mashups occasionally. I am a generally lazy person with a somewhat self deprecating sense of humor (like i’ll drop something and then deadpan say “who won’t god let me die”). I am also a video game lover, my favorites being pokemon and TF2. Thanks in advance!
I don't do black quadrants!
Just note to everyone who is new to the blog or missed the news: I no longer do matches. It's just an old ask.
I match you with...
Dave Strider
He's not very easily intimated, especially since to him you look very cool.
And holly shit he loves your nice and soft energy. Just don't make him fall for you too much.
Music is your shared interest that's for sure. You bond over it even when he usually does things ironically he is more than capable of making something semi professional.
And he's into video games too. So it gives you more topics to talk about!
Although he finds your sense of humor ever so slightly concerning he doesn't comment on that.
Usually he'd drop some similar joke but later on he'd show you that he cares about you.
~Mod Auvana
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jessie-sam-and-ash · 4 years
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I've had a pretty bad fever and slept for quite some time. Now i just woke up and checked my phone.
2DAYS?!!? I slept 2whole days???? What the hell?!?
Why didn't mom wake me up? This isn't like her at all. Did sje give me my meds in my sleep? Ugh who cares now. I'm feeling better. 48hours of total black out was just what i needed. But god am i hungry now....
Wtf why won't the door open? C'mon it can't be seriously locked!!
*shuffling and grunting in the hallway*
Hooooooooold up. What's that??
*i peep through the keyhole* *terrified gasp as i stumble backwards* *outside, in the hallway, there's this ugly decomposing WALKING corpse* its a prank its a prank its gotta be a prank
*but the stench tells otherwise*
I need to get to the kitchen else imma starve here.....the door's clearly locked. The window! Imma sneak out the window!
*carefully i stand on the outer window still. The street looks awful, cars abandoned in the middle of the road, some even turned upside down. And lots of those....things walking around* they can't be zombies could they? Zombies aren't real....
*i climb down the water spout as quietly as possible* *luckily the kitchen window is open and no one seems to be inside*
Alright. First lemme close the door then eat something. Need to make a list of what i have and how long it'll last..... where's mom and dad? Hope they're safe. *I stop a sniff*
*after closing the door i find some milk and cereal. It seems electricity hasn't gone out yet since the fridge works* *as im about to take a seat, my foot hits something, sending it across the room* *its a phone. Mom's phone* *i turn it on. Messenger is open. She didn't get to send a last text....to me: 'pls be safe and don't open the door. You got t survive for us. We hold thm off as good as we cdkxfkflldk '*
They......they....no way. No no no no no!!! Could they be.....the zombie i saw in the hallway. I need to get a better look. But then what? What if it's them? Can i really...? I have to. It's not a matter of 'can' or 'cant'. They wanted me to live. This is what i will do. But first, provisions.
*i count some cans of food, an unopened pack of cereal, some veggies and what's left of mom's chicken soup* *it should keep me going for a few days until i make a plan to go out* *got several water bottles and a pack of beer*
*i take the small axe mom uses for chopping bones for soup* *i take a deep breath and slowly open the door*
*i look left and right: front door is wide open, will have to close it. The hallway seems empty for now, need to check the living room* *i quickly close the door and head towards the only other room*
Shit. SHIT!!! NOT dad! No no no nooo.....
*i struggle to not scream at the sight: dad, one arm missing, is sluggishly walking through the room, grunting to himself. Face mauled so bad i can barely recognize it, slowly decomposing. The smell is unbearable*
I can't do it. I can't do it. Dammit! I can't! No you bitch, you must!! That's not your dad anymore. The dead are supposed to stay dead. You gotta do it. You got this. Just get the head, smash it as hard as you can.
*i slowly make my way across the room, careful to not make any noise, need the moment of surprise* *im close enough. I raise the axe and...............strike* *the sickening sound of bones breaking fills my ears, the wet slosh of the axe leaving the skull makes me sick to the stomach* *the zombie falls to the ground* *i nudge it with my foot. It doesn't move. I killed it*
*shaking i tiptoe my way upstairs* *time to deal with the other one*
*it saw me! It runs towards me, still slower then a normal human* *i shriek and in the last second swing the axe* *the head tumbles to the ground, soon followed by the body* *im shaking terribly at this point* *fall to my knees and start crying*
Im sorry im sorry im sorry!!!! Mom dad im sorry!! I had to, i have to live for you. Forgive me! Im sorry! Im sorry! Please oh please let this be all nothing but one of my sick dreams!!
*sobbing and exhausted i fall asleep on the now blood soaked carpet*
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It's been a week. Im outta food officially. Can still eat what's in the fridge but it'll go bad soon. I shouldn't go too far into the city before i have better weapons and know more about these shits. Hmmmmmm🤔 neighbor's house it is.
*i put my black hoodie on and some sneakers* *armed with the axe and a backpack im ready to head out* *the street seems empty. Yesterday a car's alarm started blaring somewhere down the road, attracting the zombies. I wrote about this in my little notebook: sensitive to sound*
*i bolt out the door and only stop in front of Jim's house* hope he's not dead in there too.
*i find the door unlocked and slip inside* *silence. No sign of zombies roaming* *i head to the kitchen and start searching*
*nothing useful* guess he managed to leave and took everything he could.
*i look around the house some more. I manage to find a bigger axe*
*getting out. Halfway back i stop in my tracks. A zombie's walking nearby. According to mom's behavior they also are attracted by movement* *BUT NO ONE COULD'VE GUESSED THEY ARE ATTRACTED BY SMELL TOO HOLLY SHIT* *he smelled me and charged* *i ran all the way home and slammed the door shut*
*panting* fuck fuck fuckkk. Gosh that was close.
*i go to the living room where i layed mom amd dad's corpses* *the stench is terrible. Im keeping the windows half open all the time* guess you two don't have any ideas on how to keep these fuckers away huh? They see me, they charge. They smell me, they charge. What the hell should i do? God you guys stink, i should bury you some time.
Or maybe..........? Hmmm might work. Let's test it.
*i take mom's head by the remaining hair and go to the front door where i can hear the zombie scratching at it* *i open it ajar and put the putrefying head in front of the gap* *i hear the zombie sniffing then grunting, then it goes away* interesting...
*i close the door again and throw the head on the couch* *i run upstairs to my room and grab the notebook: 'zombies are attracted by sound, movement and smell. They recognize eachother by the smell of decay. Using enough of their blood or flesh etc can keep them away. Need to see if you need to act like them too' *
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Today i ate the last of that salad. Need to search for more food. Most neighbors either left and took everything good or didn't have anything canned and is now spoiled. I should try to make my way towards one of the stores. I should prepare.
*i go downstairs. Take dads large coat off the clothes rack*
Hey mom, dad. Im sorry but need a favor from you two.......
*i take the big axe next to the couch and start butchering one of the corpses* *blood and chunks of flesh fly all over the place* *when im done, im left with a bloody paste of guts and rotten meat* *using a glove i then smear the coat with the smelly paste* *i feel like gagging* this should do..
*i put the coat on, take the axe and my trusty backpack*
*with shaky hands i open the front door and step out into the blazing sun*
It's time to head out.
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My Cup of Tea: Prologue
My Cup Of Tea: Prologue | YoongixReader
Warnings for this Chapter: none, just a post-breakup suffering OC who is saved by a whole Min Yoongi
“Coffee is bitter, so people add a little bit of sugar or creamer until it suits their taste. However, once it’s added it can’t be separated. It’s also addictive, it’s your choice to keep it as your poison or to control how much you take. Some people need it, some people don’t...In that case, it really isn’t their cup of tea.”
A/N: im finally deciding to post this after who knows how long sajkdfhd,, tysm for beta reading this for me @jtrbluv !!! again u were a huge help because the tag game you tagged me in gave me the final push to actually post this fic thats been collecting dust in my drafts. ily boo !!! <3 it also took a while because i wanted to do more research for this fic. i dont think ive read about or drank so much tea in my life for the past few months. pls enjoy the prologue everyone!
Word Count: 1,600+
You sat in the worn out leather booth, eyes trained on the steaming mug in front of you.
What just happened?
Something that took five years to grow ended in mere seconds.
Five years of dedication.
Five years of convincing yourself it would work out, that it could be fixed.
Five years spent on a relationship that should’ve ended before it began.
You mindlessly took a sip of your coffee hissing as the hot brew burnt your tongue, mind drifting back to the argument that occurred hours ago...
“You’re never here!”
“Was I not enough for you?”
“Where’s the old Y/N that I knew and loved?”
You weren’t sure about what was said after that except for... “I’m seeing someone else.”
The bruising pain on your tongue began to throb and you couldn’t help the tears that formed.
You never liked coffee, but the café was your favorite place. 
Perhaps it was the enticing aroma that attracted you every time you walked in, or maybe it was the cleverly thought out name that was in the form of childlike puns: Bearly Awake Brew.
Either way, you couldn’t despise coffee any more than you already did in this moment.
“Are you alright?”
You whipped your head up to see a man standing above you.
Through your bleary eyes you could make out a set of kind brown ones shielded by black frames which rested atop a boopable nose. On his head, a black mop of neatly trimmed hair along with soft cheeks paired with a soft jawline.
The man was dressed in a black turtle-neck and long-coat as if returning from a meeting discussing the newest stocks and bonds of business.
After a small, possibly noticeable, ogling of the stranger, you shook your head ‘no.’
He motioned to the seat across from you raising his brows inquisitively, “May I?” 
This time you slowly nodded.
He seemed harmless enough, and even if he tried anything there was pepper spray in your purse.
You sniffled as he took a seat.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No y-you wouldn’t understand.” He leaned forward onto his elbows—a determined furrow in his brow.        
“Try me.”
Who was this guy? He didn’t come off as threatening but somewhat… familiar.
You couldn’t quite place his face or remember his name.
“Not yet, right now I just need a good cry,” you replied sinking further into your seat.
“Alright.” He said, shrugging and not saying much, or really, nothing.
He sat across from you— not making eye contact but quietly observing the café.
Several questions raised in your mind: Where did he come from? Why is he here of all places? Did someone send him with the intention to make you feel even more like a fool than you already did?
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” you asked when the silence became a little too long.
“No, not really...” he replied slowly. “Would you like me to leave?”
“No, I mean, it’s just-“ you hesitated, “You’re fine,”
“Ok then.”
Silence.
One look at him and it’d be hard to believe women find him approachable, but the man came up to you.
Much less, while you were on the verge of outright bawling in the middle of a café.
“What’s your name?” you asked, initiating conversation. You might as well since he was there.
“Yoongi. Yours?” You hesitated knowing it wasn’t fair to not give him your name.
“I’ll reassure you I’m not a stalker, at least not the bad kind.”
You let out an amused scoff, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He chuckles and you couldn’t help but enjoy the sound.
Were you really that joy deprived?
“Ok then, I’m Min Yoongi, and I’m a stocker. As in I distribute and track merchandise in stores.” he reaches a hand out to shake and you can’t help but stare at it.
“Well go on I won’t bite,” you huffed a laugh, taking his hand and shaking it.
He smiles and you can’t help but return it.
Who is this guy?
“Why don’t we go for a walk?”
You contemplate his offer.
You had just met him but you hadn’t had casual conversation in a while… or hung out with friends for that matter. So maybe it’d be good for you after-
“Sure let’s go,” You replied immediately while standing up, maybe a little too quickly— your chair scratching the wooden floors and making a startling sound as you headed to the door.
He raised his brows in surprise at the sudden burst of energy before trailing behind you, ignoring the stares of café patrons.
“Hey wait up!”
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This was another reason why you visited the quaint coffee shop often.
The park outside was always bustling with life and energy.
There was a little pond where ducks would glide across its surface diving from time to time, scavenging for the weeds at the bottom, maybe even getting sustenance from people who were ignorant of the ‘Do not feed the ducks’ sign.
It also had an open field where locals and families would enjoy the hot summer days by setting up little camps with blankets and food or even play small games of football or soccer.
While children played in the vast expanse of green, parents would sit back and converse with strangers forming new friendships. It was a place of change and growth and you loved it.
“So,” Yoongi continued as you both walked down the dirt path, “other than your name, and why you were crying in my café, is there anything about you I have yet to know?” Your cheeks flushed red as you shifted your sight to the ground.
“There’s nothing much really,” you replied with a shrug before backtracking his sentence, “Wait, your café?”
“Don’t change the subject. There’s got to be one thing about you… how about your favorite color?”
You purse your lips at the dodging of the question, albeit a basic one, but it was a start. “I guess Rainbow,”
He nodded with a hum, “Wise choice,”
You let out a huff of amusement, “Alright wise guy, what’s yours?”
He pondered for a moment before affirmatively replying, “Black,”
You hummed. “Kind of... dark, isn’t it?”
He turned around and shrugged, “I’d say the rainbow but you took it already,”
You scoffed, resuming your place beside him.
He continued asking basic questions to which you replied and vice versa.
You liked dogs, but him on the other hand didn’t have a favorite animal, at least until he adopted a poodle which made him keen on the creatures, more specifically one named Holly.
You were allergic to bees and he was allergic to cats.
You both enjoyed a variation of music from rap to classical piano music, but the question also led to a debate on what artist is the most superior to all.
Neither of you won, and concluded neither lost with valid points made during said argument.
It only felt like minutes had gone by but wasn’t until you looked at the time that you realized how late it was.
The crowd at the park had begun to thin out while shops surrounding the area were beginning to close for the day.
The once bright sunlight began to fade behind clouds as it began its descent to the horizon.
“I should probably be heading home,” you cut in politely before he could delve into the topic of what they would do in a post-apocalyptic world.
“Oh,” he replied, obviously disappointed.
He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well could I ask you one more thing?”
You nodded expecting it to be another ‘get to know you’ question or something along the lines of ‘if you had to would cut your arm or leg off?’ but it was something much more complicated.
“Can I get your number?”
You stiffened, unsure how to respond.
You weren’t sure if he was asking as a friend or a man with an ulterior motive.
Could you really do it?
Especially after you had just-
“I’m sorry that came out wrong,” He quickly mended, fumbling his words, realizing your distress.
“I think you’re really great, and I’d like us to continue talking. Just two people who enjoy each other’s company, you know?”
You looked up at him and saw he was offering to be friends that would be nothing more.
You couldn’t deny: you had fun.
For the first time in a long time.
Maybe it wasn’t a relationship you needed, but a friendship.
You smiled, “I’d like that,”
You reached into your pocket pulling out your phone, “Here.”
You both swapped devices, putting in the respective numbers. Once the contact was added, you returned each device to the rightful owner.
He grinned, holding up his phone, “How about a contact photo?” 
You smiled, nodding as you  stood beside him while  he took a selfie of you side-by-side. Once the picture was taken he slid his phone into his pocket. “Thanks,” he glanced down at the phone, that darn smile growing on his face, “Y/N. I’ll talk to you soon?” 
You nodded and finally split ways.
As you began the trek toward your apartment a dopey smile remained plastered on your face.
Maybe everything would be alright.
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argylemikewheeler · 4 years
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pls do something where will’s favorite nickname for mike is baby because it always calms mike down
|| cw: panic attacks ||
They stood on exact opposite ends of the issue: Mike didn’t want anyone to know what Will chose as his loving nickname, and Will only wanted to gush about how much he loved Mike and loved calling him “baby”. Mike refused to feel embarassed about it-- it was a sweet name, and not too corny and not too original that it felt grossly romantic. He refused to feel embarassed for the summer before his senior year, biking to Will’s house-- and experiencing his first panic attack.
The July air was thick; breathing deep felt like trying to suck a tennis ball through a straw. Mike was in a cold sweat, felt chilled even though his palms were burning on his black handlebars and the asphalt made the bottom of his sneakers feel gummy. His chills had started as he turned down Will’s street, his chest tightening and the prospect of seeing Will becoming such an enormous relief-- to fear he wasn’t sure where he was hiding.
He’d left the house after a fight with his parents-- Ted really, but Karen had tried to run defense, but of course couldn’t get a word in edge-wise. They were trying to talk about where Mike wanted to go to college, what he wanted to study, and how he would not be allowed to go anywhere near New York City. It was dangerous. It was infected, Ted had said. It was a no, loud and clear, upsetting Holly in the other room. When she’d started to cry, Mike grabbed his backpack to leave. Ted stood in front of him at the door briefly, crossing his arms and telling Mike what a “bad example” he was for his younger sister. Mike knew his father wasn’t referring to the yelling or flippant attitude.
Now that he’d left the house, Mike felt homeless. He didn’t think he could go back without inciting World War III-- or having to fold to his parents’ wishes before he’d even started his last year of high school. Or maybe he’d have to just pack up and leave for New York anyway, and be banished. What options did he have where did he have to go what could he do what was he supposed to do when no one listening and no one wanted to listen or even help him he was all alone and-
Mike stepped off his bike and started running down Will’s driveway, just to see if his feet still worked. They were starting to get pins and needles, sliding off the pedals and dragging against the ground. Mike wasn’t sure how he was able to run with the humidity, the heat, and his heaving chest, but he’d done a lot more with a lot worse injuries. God, the winter of freshman year was enough--
“Mike?” Will was outside, hanging towels over the clothesline. He lowered his arms slowly, letting them hover at waist-height, as if he’d have to stop Mike from running into him. There must’ve been terror drenching Mike’s face too. “Mike, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“I think I’m gonna die.” Mike panted. He tried to stop, falling into the laundry line and bracing himself on the post. Will grabbed him, feeling his arms and sides. He kept checking his hands, as if they’d come up dripping maroon.
“What happened? What did you see? What’s coming?” He looked back toward the driveway. “Mike? Talk to me.”
“T-Ted. He got all... all in my face about... Fuck, I can’t breathe. I think I’m choking-- I can’t breathe.” Mike yanked on his shirt collar. It was loose already, hanging down by his collarbone.
“You’re okay, Mike. You’re not going to choke. You’re okay-- why don’t we sit down in the shade. The heat probably isn’t help--”
“I can’t feel my feet or my hands. I can’t feel them. I think I’m dying. Will, I’m dying.” Mike had no control over his words, it seemed. The fear of literally dying right there on his boyfriend’s lawn was too overpowering to try and negotiate Will’s treatment plan.
“You aren’t dying.” Will wasn’t angry. He was firm-- he was sure-- but he wasn’t angry. “You aren’t dying, Mike. Try to take a deep breath-- with me, ready?”
Any attempt to breathe slowly on Mike’s part became short, shallow gasps. He started to feel dizzy, his brain getting and losing its weak stream of oxygen repeatedly with every failed breath. Mike closed his eyes and grabbed the wooden laundryline post, trying to splinter it with his fingernails. Will held his face, trying to guide him through just one steady breath.
“You’re okay I’ve got you. I just need you to breathe, Mike. You’re okay, baby.”
Will’s voice was quiet; so soft it slipped through the hard, cracked pounding in Mike’s head. Nothing in it was broken, nothing was breaking. There was still a home for Mike, even just in the sound of Will’s voice. In the words he delicately wrapped around him. The names he’d saved just for their shared moments that no one could dictate.
Mike opened his eyes to try and match Will’s breathing again. “B-B-B-”
"What? What is it? Bad? Break? B-Beat?” Will guessed, looking like he was going to start shaking himself. “Mike--”
“Baby.” Mike managed a choppy exhale. “B-Baby.”
“Yeah. T-That’s you.” Will smiled, crinkles forming by his eyes. “My very tall and capable and strong boyfriend, who is the sweetest boy. And who I just have to call baby.” Mike’s laugh was something like a hiss, but it managed to force his diaphragm to constrict. He inhaled through a wonky, awkward smile.
Behind Will, Mike could clearly see his house: standing firm, windows and curtains open. The sun was practically lifting it off the ground. The sunstreaked patio furniture would be a great seat, for both of them. Nothing had collapsed, no one had gone anywhere. Mike had just left his house after a disagreement with his parents. He wasn’t in the in-between of being loved and rejected. He was still loved-- there and especially here.
“Are you okay now?” Will grabbed Mike’s hands. “Can you feel this? Can you feel my hand?” Mike nodded, easing his breathing down. “See? You’re okay! I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You’re alive. I’m right here.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to--”
“Baby, it’s okay.” Will eased Mike’s head down to his shoulder, wrapping his arms around Mike. His hands splayed over Mike’s back, despite his shirt being soaked to the skin. He chuckled as Mike groaned another apology. “You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you-- you’ve got this.”
Will was right-- and Mike was finally more than willing to admit it to him. Mike could handle whatever his senior year was deciding to throw his way, but he also had backup. Will always had him-- had his back, his best interest, and his heart. There was nothing to be afraid of.
Not even the barbs Mike knew he’d have to attach to his already thorny attitude he had with his parents. Mike would have to harden, but that didn’t mean he still wasn’t kind inside. He was someone’s... well, he was Will’s “baby”. His sweet and loved and anxious and awkward boyfriend. And Mike wasn’t ashamed of it-- he wasn’t. He refused. He loved it.
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I was going to get marry yesterday and my (future) wife and I are mooing around. I’m sad, even though I feel like I shouldn’t. Can you write a little Moceit?
You have all the rights to feel sad. I’m sorry that all of this it’s happening. I hope this helps you? it’s not little, though
-- Warning: Hanaki Disease. Hurt/Comfort. Does this counts as whump?
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Janus didn’t remember how he got in this situation.
Then again, he was the bad guy. Not Virgil, not Remus, him.
He felt another cough forming on his lungs, and he tried so damn hard to hide it, but in the end,  he let it out, covering his mouth with the thin handkerchief. The blue pastel petals were stained with dots of blood.
This was getting worse.
It wasn’t fair.
Of everyone he could fell for, he fell for the definition of a light side.
Remus and Virgil were two dark sides in love. Logan and Roman were two light sides in love. Why didn’t he could be happy? It wasn’t fair.
He was lying on his bed, alone with blue petals coming out of his mouth.
He was going to die alone.
Could sides die? What will happen to Thomas?
He closed his eyes, and a for a moment he imagined a life were the petals weren’t falling and he holding Patton’s hand.
--
Virgil could hear the coughing, from his room.
It was rough, fits of at least five minutes of horrible coughing. He wanted to ignore it, a part of him wondered if it was a snake trap, trust in me, when I’m down and he wanted to ignore it, but he wasn’t heartless.
In the middle of the night he went to the source of the noise, pausing outside Janus’ (it was weird, calling him again by his name) and he listened closely to the coughing. He didn’t knock, he opened the door, finding Janus holding his chest with a face twisted in pain.
“Jan-” He tried, but another coughing fit sprouted from Janus, and he run to his side. Janus didn’t even notice he was there, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“G…Go away, Virgil.” He mumbled, trying to push him but Virgil didn’t move, simply held his hand and clean the sweat on his forehead.
They used to be best friends, before everything happens, before Virgil abandoned them, before everything went down. Remus forgive him, of course he did, Remus wasn’t there when he left for good, Remus was Remus. Virgil sometimes wondered if the reason that Janus didn’t trust the others was his fault, it probably was.
Sometimes he wishes he had never left, he wishes for everything to be okay, for Thomas to be happy and for them to be okay, but it wasn’t. Now, he could only hold Janus’ hand as he coughed.
“I’m sorry, I’m here…” He wasn’t sure why he was apologizing. Everything, maybe?
“I don’t want you here.” Janus looked up, and that’s when Virgil noticed the crushed petals on his mouth.
“Jan…” He didn’t know what to say. He remembered helping Roman when he started coughing dark-blueish petals, but that was easier. Logan run to his side, and Roman screamed in pain when he touched him.
“Hanaki.” Patton have said, holding his shoulder, “We’ll leave you alone.” And when Roman and Logan came out, holding hands, Roman was okay.
“How… Huh, how long has this been going?” He asked, not sure what else to say. Should he call Patton? Or  Logan? Logan was intelligent, he must know what to do.
“Why do you care?” He said, between heavy breaths and petals.
“You’re my friend.”
Lies tasted different for people. Remus rarely lied, so when he did, it tasted sweet. Like a kid saying I didn’t do it mama, like an over-sweet-lollipop that made Janus tongue feel numb. When Logan lied, it was like coke, almost fizzy. For Roman it was like green tea, like a comfort food. Patton’s lies were bitter, like when you bite a stem. Virgil’s lies were like acid candy.
This lie didn’t taste at all.
Janus’ eyes filled with tears, “Why aren’t you lying?”
“I never lie to you.”
There it was, the acidic sweetness, like a gummy-bear. Virgil chuckled, “Okay, I lie to you, a lot. But not about this, you’re my friend.”
Janus wanted to cry, but everything was hurting. Just the way air got in his lungs hurt, “How long?” Virgil asked again.
“Six months.”
Can sides die?
“Holly, shit.” Virgil abruptly stood up, and Janus tried, he tried to grabbed his hand because he didn’t want to be alone, “Patton! Patton come here right now!” He screamed, with his distorted voice. “I need your help!” Janus tried to stopped him, but the end, he really wanted to see Patton once more.
--
Patton couldn’t sleep.
He was in the kitchen, staring at an empty cup of tea. Nights like this, when he couldn’t sleep but he felt calm, where his favorite nights. Don’t get him wrong, he loved taking care of his fellow sides, but he loved peace.
That peace was broken with the distorted scream of his son, (yes, he knew that Virgil wasn’t his son, but he will call him like that, on his mind at least.)
“Dad.” Patton gave a broken smile. Whenever Virgil was scared, the word would slip out, it was cute, but it hurt when Virgil called him Patton instead. “Dad, I need your help.”
“Sure, kiddo. Just let me clean…”
“No, there’s no time, come.”  He grabbed his hand and guided him to the dark part of the mindscape. As soon as Patton entered, he heard the coughing.
Loud coughing.
They entered to Janus’ room, who was tossing in pain, holding his chest. He ran to him, forgetting for a moment about Virgil.
He got closer to the bed, kneeling at the side of Jan, “Hey, sweetheart.” Janus whimpered, “It’s okay.” He didn’t know what to do.
His feelings for the snaked-like side were confusing. He wasn’t capable of hating, but their first interactions were like that. Deceit. It felt weird on his tongue now, calling him other thing than Janus, he would call him bee, because of the yellow and black and Janus would glare at him, but it was cute, so they never stopped. When Janus revealed his name, when he showed that he was more than lies Patton stopped feeling bad about him.
It was weird, how closer they became when everything went down-hill.
Things were better, now. Roman was feeling better every day, Logan was feeling listened to, Virgil feel useful, and Remus, well, Patton noticed he was happier, but it was hard to read the dark creativity.
He touched the scaled side, trying to remove a tear that was forming on his eye, but the simple touch made Janus screamed in pain. He heard Roman’s voice what’s happening as Virgil tried to keep everyone outside.
“Hanaki…”
“Hey Pat.”
Patton felt his eyes filling with tears, “You moron!” Janus eyes opened, as if he was scared, “If you’ve told me before!”
He made an impulsive movement, he knew, but he wanted to save him. The pastel blue petals were everywhere now, and Janus face was burning. He grabbed both of his cheeks and pulled him for a kiss.
It wasn’t sweet. Janus was probably shocked, because he didn’t reciprocate it. He tasted the flowers on his lips. When Patton pulled back, Janus was staring at him.
“You don’t have to lie…”
“I don’t think I am. I can’t say I’m in love with you,” Patton said, thinking his words, “not yet, at least. I do like you, however. I, uhm. I like the way you tried to lie, or how your forked tongue slits out when someone else is lying, as if you’re tasting the air.”
Janus whimpered, “I like your eyes, and the way they shine when you talk about something you are passionate about. I like how you deal with the bad guy persona for our sake.”
“I like you.”
This time, when they kissed, Patton didn’t taste the flowers.
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