#i am in angsty mood today lmao

[livelaughtouya]

Forgotten // Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: hurt/ no comfort

Word Count: 961

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It had felt like a lifetime since you were last able to have every bit of Katsuki’s attention. You knew it would be hard being the partner of a power hero so high on the rankings board, but you never expected it to be to the point where he would leave for patrol before you went to sleep and came home hours after you had gone to bed. When he got the rare days off he would spend the whole day consumed with phone calls from his manager or other staff on his team. It didn’t matter how much you begged and pleaded for him to pay attention to you. He would just shoot you a scowl and remind you that you had known what you were getting into when you had chosen to be with him. You reminded yourself all the time that you loved him and that you would get him back some day. He wouldn’t always be so busy. You just had to push through.

That was until today. He had promised you that he would be home by six. He was going to pick up some dessert on the way home for the two of you to enjoy after the dinner you had cooked to celebrate your fifth anniversary. Katsuki had never broken a promise to you. That was until today. 

Your eyes drifted over to the clock over the stove. It was almost midnight. The food you had spent hours cooking was already cold and no longer sent a delightful aroma through your dining room. You felt your eyes burn as you tried to choke down the sob that threatened to spill from your throat. You didn’t want to cry over this. Part of you wanted to scream at yourself for even giving him the benefit of the doubt. You inhaled a deep breath before blowing out the practically melted candles on the dining room table before walking into your room. 

Once into the room you kneeled at the end of the bed, fishing your arm under it to grab the suitcase you knew was stored under there. A frustrated sigh left your lips before you tossed the bag on to the bed and started throwing a few days worth of clothes in there. Silent tears fell down your cheeks as you continued to fill the suitcase up. The fuller it got the heavier your heart felt. You were so caught up in wallowing in self pity and packing that you hadn’t heard the front door open and the shuffle of Katsuki’s heavy footsteps down the hall.

“What the hell are you doing?” His voice boomed, making you jump. You still had your back to him as you listened to him stepping closer to you. His hand grabbed a hold of your elbow before spinning you gently to face him. His expression dropped once the two of you made eye contact. Your face was red and your eyes were puffy. It was clear to him that you were upset.

“You forgot,” you choked out, staring up at him. He appeared to be deep in thought, struggling to grasp what he had been so forgetful about. Once it hit him, his eyes widened in horror. 

“Babe, I am so sorry. This one is all on me,” he said guiltily, grabbing ahold of both your hands. What he wasn’t expecting was for you to rip them out his grasp before turning around and zipping up the suitcase. You pushed past him, dragging the luggage behind you. He let out a huff before snatching the bag out of your grasp. “I said I was sorry,” he repeated, making you stop.

“Sorry?” you spat bitterly back at him, “I have been put on the back burner in your life for months! I just wanted this one night, not even the whole day. Just a few hours of your night and I couldn’t even get that, Bakugou.” You were surprised that you were able to raise your voice at him. He seemed to be taken back about that as well. He bit his cheek, shifting uncomfortably as he let go of the handle of the luggage.

“You knew w-”

“Shut up! Don’t give me that bullshit to make it out like I am overreacting. Being a hero doesn’t give you the excuse to neglect me!” you wailed back not letting him finish the sentence you had heard over and over again since he became a hero.

“You’re gonna leave me for forgetting one anniversary?” he yelled back at you making you step back. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him making your way to the door. “Don’t you fuckin’ walk away from me. We are not done talking.” He rushed in front of you, making you run flat into his chest.

“Let me leave,” you order, glaring into those cardinal colored eyes you used to melt into.

“We are talking this out.” His voice was stern, but much quieter than the last time he had spoken. 

“There is nothing to talk about, Katsuki. You showed me your priorities. Hell, you’ve even told me about them. I do not want to continue to be on the back burner.”

His shoulders began to slump and he could feel his eyes starting to burn with threatening tears. He was losing this fight and he was convinced you had made up your mind.

“This makes me feel like I am losing you,” he admitted weakly as you squeezed past him to the door.

“You already lost me a while ago,” you whispered back, not even turning to face him. With that you shut the door quietly, leaving Katsuki to just stare at the door, frozen from the pain ripping his heart apart.

#i am in angsty mood today lmao #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou angst #mha x reader #bnha x reader

[alphabetboyluvr]

Holly, I just wanna know how your brain works???!!!🤣

How can you write different stories at the same time??? How is it possible? Different characters, different plots. OC have their own personalities. How can you maintain it?

I’m a journalist. I write too but I write about real people, I don’t have to think that C and B are not the same…

Writers are wizards for me…

Love your books sooo much!

Have a good evening!

he he this made me smile cause I'm a bjtc accredited journo, I just had a gap year after uni and then the pandemic hit and I ended up in South Korea for two years LMAO. I should have been working in the industry with you but instead..... I am doing this hahaha. maybe one day our paths will cross!!

so our brains probably work in quite similar ways. journos have a responsibility to report faithfully, but they also have to persuade people to care about their stories. with fics, you're not restricted to facts and so it's a lot more fun!! you just have to make people care!!

but I think my background and my degree really proved the importance of research and knowing what you write about - I watched hours upon hours of boxing matches in the background of what I was doing today just to understand how it works and I like to think the research I put in reflects in my stories?? idk. everything I write is pretty much a first draft cause I'm a bit lazy with it lol but still!!

the simple answer is that my brain is a mess.

typically, I focus on two fics at a time - one will be happy and one will be angsty. this way I can switch between the two depending on my mood (atm we have bd and throttle, but for a long time it was cv and icarus).

idk if this will have explained anything, but this ask really made me smile!! hope ur crushing it out there in the journalism world x

#ask #bd #throttle

[socrateswept]

Word count update to prove I haven't died

Here's where I am currently at for fics Zhuzhi-Lang/Shen Yuan AU is currently at 4k words. Probably halfway done. I had to delete the beginning part so it was less spoilery and come up with something new, but I am satisfied with what I have got now. FMK Chapter 6 has a 3k outline I need to bring into coherency. The process of which should double if not triple the word count. Morrigan's ghost is sitting pretty at 4k probably another couple thousand words till it's done give or take. Big dog lore, big angst.

The Jazz/Prowl oneshot is now currently 9k words. Also probably another couple thousand words till done.

Shen Yuan wrong god fic is now 2.8k words long. About halfway done. I pick at it in my free time which isn't much hahaha.

I have got 1.2k words done of an angsty AU where Tianlang Jun takes his nephew's body. Pretty damn brutal ngl. Angst always takes me forever to finish bc I have to be in a particular mood to write it.

Besides all of that, I got heaps of other little projects that'll probably never see the light of day.

Well, my planned novel hopefully will. I wrote about 3k of that today. All longhand, because I am crazy. But, unless I give up on getting paid I can't share that lmao.

#wordcount update #chatter #Tbh most novels flop #but i still wanna try anyways

[glassoftplosh]

a burned letter from sherlock holmes to john watson, under the cut

My dear Watson,

I hope this letter reaches you in good health. How have you been, my dear fellow? Are you enjoying the quietness of your practice and married life?

I have only just started this letter but I cannot continue this charade any longer. I will never send this to you as long as I live. I will burn it when I am finished, and decompose the ashes for good measure. I do not wish to be imprisoned for my sentimentality, and I do not wish it on you, either.

You may have read my recollection of the Adventure of the Blanched Soldier, where I called your taking of a wife the only selfish act I can recall you commiting in all our years together. That is true-- always have you been so selfless, so brave, so steadfast in your companionship. Yet I may be biased. I am human, as you are fond of pointing out, and I am prone to emotions. Jealousy and envy are in the forefront of my mind as of right now, as well as hopeless, desperate yearning. Is it selfish of me to want you back here so ardently? To wish to have things return to the way they were before everything? Before you married? Before I disappeared?

Excuse my dramatics, but the flat has been empty without your voice. I confess that not even the music of my violin nor the constant nagging of dear Mrs. Hudson has filled the space of 221B Baker Street. Nor has it filled the gap you have torn out of my heart. Forgive my mawkishness for a moment more, Watson-- but I cannot bear not having you at my side. And yet, I bear it anyways. It is a fault of solely mine-- not yours, not your wife. And so I must bear this cross alone.

I suppose many of our readers had considered me the sun that you revolve around, but I assure you it is the other way around, for as the moon I cannot shine without my sun. The world has indeed been very bleak without you.

It would be foolish of me to wish to have you back. Therefore I am a fool. I know if you were here with me you would shake your head, but it is true: I am a fool. I am a fool for pining for you, for wishing for the sound of your laughter to fill the house once again, for yearning for what is already gone. 

And now allow my weakness to last a while longer-- for I have something to confess. I love you terribly, my dear Watson, and you are irreplacable. I miss you quite much, more than I should allow myself to. You would be quite pressed to find something I would not give up to have you back at my side once again. But it would be witless of me to wish for what I cannot have, and therefore, I only wish that you are happy with your life. That is all that presently matters to me.

I have allowed myself quite enough foolishness already. Pray, give my greetings to Mrs. Watson, and believe me to be,

Very sincerely yours,

Sherlock Holmes

#idk how i feel abt it but i'll post it #i kind of like it #also i wrote this while procrastinating lmao #i just. am in an angsty mood today huh #k. bedtime #my writing #sherlock holmes #acd #acd holmes #holmes/watson #johnlock #fic #ficlet #john watson #dr watson #doctor watson #mary morstan

[dracowars]

Hello friend! First of all I wanted to say that I love your writing ❤️ I was wondering if you could write a little something angsty and fluffy where Draco is dating Astoria and they are all part of a good friend group (because of their families) and Draco has always been in love with the reader and Astoria makes him choose and the reader tells them she’ll step aside until one day Draco leaves Astoria for the reader

decision | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader, draco x astoria

word count: 2,4k

summary: where y/n stands in the way of draco and astoria’s love

a/n: didn't expect this to get so long, but here we are lmao i hope you enjoy!

warnings: angst, cursing

universe: harry potter

“Y/N! There you are, finally. We have been waiting for you for ages”, Astoria greets you happily, but something about her comment makes you realize immediately that she is not at all happy about it. She puts on a smile but put on is exactly the right word here. It is anything but real or genuine, she just wants to keep her facade.

“I am sorry, I was held up”, you reply briefly, not in the mood to let this conversation, which has just started, escalate into an argument right away. Especially not in the middle of the Great Hall, where just about every student and teacher from all around Hogwarts is currently gathering. Which is also why you hastily decide to sit down on the bench, in an empty spot between Pansy and Theodore, and put your books and utensils that you will probably need for today’s study session on the table. The table that is already covered in books and papers of all kinds.

We have only just started, don’t worry”, a voice, that comes from none other than Draco, encourages you, who watches you from across the table as you try to handle the chaos that you created on the table in front of you, trying to get it under control. If you did not know better, you imagine seeing a smile on his lips.

“Exactly, we were just about to start reviewing the latest spells. Will Flitwick ever stop teaching us new ones?”, Pansy giggles, and you know she is just trying to lighten the mood after you came too late, and you absolutely adore her for that. The others do not seem to care, some of them did not even look at you when you reached the table, breathing heavily after running down several staircases. Everyone except Astoria. Who, for some reason, has always harbored a deep hatred for you.

“Great, I think I have understood almost all the new spells, so I will be more than happy to help you”, you reply in a friendly manner and look around, only to be greeted with grateful expressions on your friends’ faces.

“Of course, you understood them. If not you, who?”, Draco winks at you mischievously, casually opening his book as if he had not just put you in cardiac arrest for a moment. He cannot even guess what he triggers inside of you with such banal statements, what kind of fire it kindles. Unfortunately, you have to tame the burning flame again, because you know, everyone knows, that you are just not meant to be.

Astoria, nee Greengrass and chosen Malfoy by what feels like birth, will have the honor of spending her entire life with him. After this study session, after the year, and after Hogwarts.

“True, we should all kneel before you, you holy and mighty genius”, Blaise laughs from where he is sitting next to Draco, on the other side which is not confiscated by his girlfriend. After Pansy and Theodore continue to comment on how all this knowledge can even fit in your little head, a silence falls between all of you as everyone works on their own tasks for a while. Only the scratching of the quills on the parchment fills the silence, as well as the tumult of the other students around you, which you somehow manage to ignore.

Sighing softly, you end your last sentence for your task with a full stop and look up from your paper, interested in how far the others have come or if they need help somewhere. What you certainly did not expect is that Draco is staring straight at you. Without even batting an eyelid, he stares right at you, emotion illegible on his face, even when you catch him obviously staring at you. In response, he just ever so slightly lifts one corner of his mouth, immediately putting a shy smile on your lips which you try to suppress.

Small moments like these ones happen quite often lately. You catch him staring at you over and over again, teasing you, making you laugh on purpose and each time your heart beats a little bit stronger for him. Even though you know it is wrong. He is taken and you are not the type to destroy happy relationships.

Draco’s happy expression fades as quickly as it came when Astoria places her hand on top of his, her gaze fixed on her parchment as she continues to write with her quill.

But you know perfectly well that she saw it. Even if she now acts like she did not.

Later, when you finally completed all your tasks after two and a half hours, more or less successfully, Theodore suggests going down to the lake again to end the day there before the stressful school life takes you in completely tomorrow.

“Then I can try some of these new spells on you, Theo”, Draco indirectly challenges his friend, who immediately jumps out of his seat, tossing his bag over his shoulder while nodding in acceptance of the silent challenge. Before they can set off, however, Astoria stops her boyfriend from walking by gripping his wrist tightly.

“Draco? Can I talk to you shortly?”, she asks him, her voice cold and unemotional as her gaze flies over to you for a brief second while you stand up as well. You, of course, notice her suspicious look on you. “In private.”

Draco, who looks at her with concern in his beautiful eyes, nods right away and lets her pull him out of the Great Hall. You look after them sadly, not able to take your eyes off them even though your heart contracts in pain. The way he looked at her with so much concern and emotion in his eyes gave you another stab in the heart. He loves her so sincerely and just as much, maybe even more, does she love him. They are the perfect couple, destined from birth to be the most powerful one.

“Oh oh, that sounds like stress in paradise”, Blaise casually mentions, not really seeming to care what kind of relationship problems his closest friends are now experiencing. “He is just avoiding the challenge again. Let us go before the sun sets!”

“Well, to be honest, I do not feel like it right now”, you finally remark, and with these simple words, you immediately catch the attention of all your friends.

“What is it? Are you not feeling well?”, Theodore asks you attentively, running his hand over your arm in worry.

“I kind of got a headache. Apparently, at the end of the day everything does not fit into my head as easily as you always claim”, you answer with a gentle smile so as not to worry them any further. “But go to the lake without me, don’t worry! I do not want to spoil your fun.”

“Are you sure? Is there not anything we can do for you?”, Pansy asks again, prompting you to nod. After much persuasion, they finally give in and allow themselves to go to the lake without you, even if, as Blaise wanted to make clear once again, it is only half the fun without you.

Inwardly glad about the good friends you have made, although it is actually primarily thanks to your families that you even know each other at all, you walk down the corridors to your common room. You are sorry for lying to them about your health, but after seeing Draco and Astoria you did not feel like being around them anymore. And when they join the others at the lake later, she does not have to worry that you are somewhere within reach.

“Can you finally explain to me what the hell that was all about?!”, an angry voice suddenly yells nearby, making you stop abruptly. For a moment, you are unsure if you have just imagined it, when an even louder “Answer me, Draco!” follows.

There is no doubt that Astoria and Draco are arguing, again. Which in itself is nothing new, but from the way Astoria looked at him in the Great Hall, it must be something much more serious this time. You know it is wrong, but you cannot walk away. You could just turn around and wait for them to settle their argument. But you are on your way to your common room right now, and unfortunately their voices are coming from exactly that direction.

“I do not know what your problem is, Astoria. What have I done now?”, Draco asks, obviously annoyed by her screaming.

“Stop being so hypocritical. Like I would not notice the way you are looking at her”, Astoria replies bitchy, her voice loud as if she does not give a damn if anyone hears her. Which is actually the case, she just does not know.

“Cut it out, Astoria.”

“I am not stupid, Draco. Do you really think I do not see it?”

“I am honestly tired of these discussions, Astoria.”

“What does she have that I do not have? Why do you look at her so differently when I deserve all this affection!?”, she now shouts furiously and from the footsteps echoing from the walls, you realize that Draco must have had enough of her and turned to leave. “We should be made for each other, not you and her! We are getting married one day, Draco. She- She is-”

“Do not dare to say even one wrong word about Y/N”, Draco interrupts Astoria’s emotional outburst and at the mention of your name, your breath gets caught in your throat and for a moment you feel like you cannot breathe anymore. This whole argument is about.. you?

“Why do you not protect me like you always protect her? What am I doing wrong?!”

“Leave me alone, okay? I do not want to talk to you about this anymore.”

“No, I will not leave you alone until this is settled once and for all!”, Astoria yells at him at the top of her lungs, causing uncomfortable goosebumps all over your body. You are not supposed to be here, you are not supposed to be overhearing this conversation, and yet you are standing here, not moving one bit as if you have grown roots on the spot.

“It is either me or her. You decide.”

These furious words fade to a deadly silence after Astoria uttered them in anger. An uncomfortable silence continues to spread, engulfing every sound for several minutes during which absolutely nothing happens. You hold in your breath, your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for him to give you the final deathblow by choosing her.

But it does not come. Suddenly, you hear quick footsteps, growing louder by the second, and Astoria’s whimpering echoes in your ears.

“Draco! Do not run away now!”, she calls after him, the sadness and pain in her voice hard to ignore after Draco apparently turned away from her without a word, too shocked by her question. “Stay here, Draco! COME BACK!”

A tear slips down your cheek unnoticed while your heart clenches with pain. She does not deserve this and the thought of this eventually drives you to your final, and possibly very fatal, decision to step in Draco’s way just as he is about to pass you, walking away from his girlfriend. His eyes widen at the sight of you, his lips opening and then closing again as he utters no sound. Astoria, who is closely behind him and about to take his hand, stops her movement abruptly when she sees you, looking at you with teary eyes.

“Y/N-”

“I am sorry, I did not want to- Well I- I will not stand in the way of your love any longer”, you finally choke out, tearing your own heart into a thousand pieces. The shock on Draco’s face does not make it much better. “I do not want to be the reason something wonderful breaks apart. I do not want something destined to not come true. I am truly sorry.”

Using the last of your strength to get these words out, you turn and run down the corridor, not waiting for an answer, the unstoppable tears immediately pouring from your eyes. The pain you feel in your chest is unbearable, but you know that you did it for the right thing. A small sacrifice that had to be made to avoid a greater sacrifice.

You made a decision for Draco that he should never have been faced with.

However, when a hand suddenly grabs your wrist and stops you, you cannot believe that Draco ran all the way after you. And above all, that he now sees your flowing tears, which can no longer hide your true emotional state. You slowly start to panic and just want to leave, but for some reason Draco’s hand on your wrist grounds you.

“Draco.. Why?”

“Do not ever say anything as stupid as that again”, he scolds you, and before you can even react, he pulls you into a bone crushing hug. His scent swirls around you and you feel his heart pounding against his chest as fast as your own. His hand runs gently over your hair, and he buries his nose deeper in your hair the tighter he presses you against him, as if you could just vanish into thin air at any moment. Although you enjoy the much-needed hug, your insecurity about the whole situation gets the better of you and you gently push him away from you until he gives in and lets you go completely. Before you can say anything, Draco beats you to it.

“I do not care what my parents want. I do not give a shit what my parents and her parents have decided. I do not love her, I never loved her in that way. That love was only ever reserved for you”, Draco explains, eyes teary as if he, too, is on the verge of an emotional outburst.

“It is unfair to her, and it is unfair to you. But above all, it is unfair to me if I keep lying to myself the rest of my life. I would never have been happy with her, Y/N, but I would be with you.”

“I can’t, Draco. We can’t-”

“I would always choose you”, he whispers lovingly before he joins your lips with his in a gentle but passionate kiss. And if it were up to you, it would stay like this forever.

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[dntaewithluv]

Criminal Influence | pjm

Park Jimin is a famous thief currently behind bars and has been your most important source for the last few months, but there’s only so much he’s willing to share over the phone with a panel of glass separating the two of you. You know there’s something he’s keeping from you and that it could be the key to the biggest story of your career. You figure maybe a change of scenery could persuade him to open up to you fully, but Jimin’s price for information, it turns out, is higher than you could have ever anticipated.

🚨 Pairing: thief/criminal!jimin x journalist!reader

🚨 Word Count: 12.8k

🚨 Rating: 18+

🚨 Genre: Strangers to lovers, criminal au, some drama and angst, fluff, smut

🚨 Warnings: Explicit language, mention of criminal activities and danger, visitation at a prison, restraint (handcuffs used for legal reasons and not so legal reasons later hehe), very very very very minor violence cause jimin tries y/n one too many times lmao, [redacted] turns out to be a criminal mastermind, jimin is such a little shit in this but also dom!jimin, sub!reader but also brat!reader sometimes oops, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, making out, marking/biting/scratching, praise, degradation, jimin uses petname kitten for reader throughout sorry not sorry, brief spanking, jimin wears black leather gloves and y/n has a serious glove kink lol, groping, fingering, slight edging (f receiving), use of restraint in the form of handcuffs (it’s a fun surprise at first but reader does consent), oral (f receiving), cum eating, more spanking yay, protected sex, rough sex, car sex, kinda public sex ig cause they’re in a mostly empty parking lot at night lmao, good ole choking kink makes an appearance, it’s really soft for like two secs and then shit gets real i am so sorry, betrayal (it hurts so bad ow), restraint using handcuffs without consent, it gets real sad and angsty sorry again, a lot of emotional and minor physical distress, my first non happy ending i think this shit hurted ngl, overall not great journalism practices oof my journalism degree is crying in the other room

A/N: Surprise! It’s technically still the 13th and Jimin Day where I live so I decided to spend the last two days finishing this fic. I had posted a teaser for Criminal Influence months ago, and decided not to repost it after coming back from deactivating just because I wasn’t sure when I would be able to finish it. So to anyone that has been waiting and still has interest in this fic, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart 🥺 I had a blast with this fic and especially with writing this Jimin. Criminal red haired bf Jimin with leather gloves is always going to have a special place in my heart 🥰 Thank you for checking out this fic if you decide to do so, I hope you enjoy it! Thanks as always for the continued love and support shown to me and my writing, you’re all so so lovely 💜

Masterlist

Today. He would tell you today. You were sure of it. After spending the last few months visiting notorious thief and criminal, Park Jimin, and using that time to earn his trust while simultaneously sourcing information from him, you were confident that today would be the day the final puzzle piece fell into place.

Jimin had given you plenty of useful intel over the course of your little visits, but you could feel there was something he still wasn’t telling you. Even with you and your fellow reporters coming together to share all your findings, there was still a crucial piece of the story missing. Your coworkers had gotten all they could out of their sources, and all of them were convinced that whatever Jimin was withholding from you was the key to piecing everything together.

Fortunately for you, you’d had the good sense to make sure that your source didn’t just feel like you were constantly pumping them for information. There had been days where you had picked up the phone on the other side of the glass panel only to realize immediately that Jimin was not going to be in the mood to help today. Rather than just walking away from the conversation completely, you had opted instead to just spend the time talking to him, off the record.

Jimin had been surprised by this at first, but once he seemed to realize your intentions were genuine, he had been way more willing to open up. You knew he must’ve been lonely, you had been his first visitor in a long, long, time. Your friend Namjoon, who also was head of security at the prison, told you Jimin’s girlfriend used to come visit a lot at first, but then she started coming less and less until finally, she stopped visiting altogether. She hadn’t even had the decency to break up with him properly, instead sending one of Jimin’s friends who was currently on parole to deliver the news that she was dumping him.

Namjoon’s story had been confirmed by Jimin during one of your little talks. It had been one of your strictly off record days, so you’d had no qualms about saying, “Wow, what a bitch.”

Jimin had laughed at that, his first genuine one since you had met him. Most days he was either really sad or really angry when you talked to him, but after that day he had started to let you see some of the brighter sides of him. That was something you were truly grateful for because it had allowed you to see what a kind and warm and loving person Park Jimin really was. However, you were still a journalist, and you knew your facts. Jimin was a criminal. He had done bad things and worked for bad people. But all of this still didn’t stop you from feeling bad for him and wishing you could do something to help him.

Jimin and his friends had all been thrown under the bus by their boss, who was currently still at large. You could only hope that once the story finally broke, the man responsible for the entire operation would be brought to justice, and that the severity of Jimin’s crimes would be reevaluated. You knew you shouldn’t have and that nothing good would come from it, but you had grown to really like Jimin. He was funny and sweet, and on the days where the two of you just talked, your surroundings and the glass between you all fell away.

You found yourself wishing you could’ve met him some other way, some other place. You truly believed he didn’t deserve what had happened to him, and that was why getting this missing information from him was about more than just being credited on the story of a lifetime. It was about Jimin’s second chance that you so desperately wanted for him.

“Do you really think you can get him to tell you today?”

Namjoon’s voice pulled you out of your worried thoughts and brought you back to the two of you walking down the long cold hallway that led to the visitation room.

“I think he trusts me.” you replied as you wrapped your arms around yourself to regain some warmth.

The brunette chuckled, “That’s not what I asked.”

You let out a sigh of frustration and stopped walking for a moment, Namjoon stilling beside you to see what was up.

“I can’t force him to tell me. I just don’t understand why he wouldn’t want to help with something that could potentially mean his freedom, or at least a reduced sentence.”

“Yeah, but we also don’t know what he would be risking by telling you. Jimin, his friends, and you and these other reporters are all wrapped up in something really dangerous. I honestly just wish you would stay out of it all together, but I also know that’s a losing battle with you.”

He frowned disapprovingly at you and you gave him a sheepish grin in return.

“You’re friends with a reporter, Joon, danger is just part of the job description sometimes. I am being careful though, I promise.” you assured him, and your friend answered you with a skeptical look.

“I’m so close, Joon, I can feel it. This could be the biggest story of my career. I just need this last bit of information from Jimin.” you pressed as the two of you started walking again.

Namjoon stayed silent as he walked in step with you. You appreciated that he worried about you. You really did, but this was your job and you were gonna do everything you could to get the story. You were right outside the door now, and you felt the familiar nerves you always got before you were gonna see Jimin.

“Well good luck, Y/N. I hope you’re right and he tells you what you need to know. I’ll be right out here if you need me.” Namjoon offered as he moved to hold the door open for you.

“Thanks, Joon. I hope so too.” you said the last part under your breath, but you were pretty sure he still heard you.

Something already felt off, and it only served to heighten your nerves. Jimin was always, always, right there waiting for you on the other side of the glass when you walked in. But today the only sight that greeted you was an empty seat. You stood there for several seconds, anxiously shifting back and forth on your feet, but still no sign of the thief. Maybe he was just running late today. That was the thought running through your mind as you sat down in your regular chair and glanced at the giant clock on the wall. He had never been late for one of your meetings before. What if something had happened. What if- You cut yourself off mid thought at the sudden appearance of a familiar head of striking red hair. You were quickly reaching for the phone next to you at the same time that Jimin was retrieving his from the other side.

“You know for a second there, I thought you had forgotten.” you greeted him.

Jimin gasped into the phone, “Forgotten? About our date? No. Never.”

You giggled and Jimin gave you a pleased smile. You tried not to think about how if the circumstances were different his date comment might not have been too far off.

“Well you better have a good reason for keeping a girl waiting then.” you chastised him further, drumming your nails across the metal counter in front of you for dramatic effect.

“Sorry, kitten, I promise it won’t happen again.” he said back, and you couldn’t stop your face from immediately heating up at his words.

“Jimin,” you hissed into the phone, “I told you, I am here as a journalist. You can’t be calling me stuff like that.”

“Oh please, you’re just mad cause you don’t wanna admit you like when I call you that.” he challenged back, a smirk visible on his features.

You glared at him as you leaned closer to the glass.

“If this glass wasn’t here I swear I would strangle you.”

“Ooh, now look who’s being unprofessional.” he quipped back as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Jimin, please.” you groaned into the phone,

“Joke’s on you anyways since picturing your pretty hands wrapped around my throat is what helps me sleep at night.”

“Jimin!” you snapped, disguising how flustered you felt with anger and irritation.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. You know I always have to give you shit when I first see you.” he reminded you.

You just scowled at him in response, and Jimin laughed nervously.

“So, how is my favorite visitor?” he asked as if the prior conversation hadn’t happened.

“Jimin. I’m your only visitor.” you pointed out as you leaned back from the glass to survey him.

“Not anymore.” he said just barely above a whisper.

You still managed to hear it though, your eyes going wide.

“Jimin,” you started slowly, “who else has been coming to visit you?”

“Is that a new blouse, Y/N? You look lovely today by the way. You get all dressed up just for me?” Jimin flirted, obviously deflecting answering the question you had just asked him.

Someone else had been coming to see him. Was it one of his friends or someone from his old group? His old boss? Just the idea felt so unsettling to you, and you could feel your heartbeat picking up as you did your best to speak calmly into the phone, “Jimin, tell me please. Who came to see you?”

The red haired man looked around before turning back to fix you with his piercing gaze, and your fear was only growing.

“Tell you what, kitten, why don’t you come back tomorrow and maybe we can go for a drive and talk about it.”

You just stared at him blankly as your mind ran a million miles a minute.

“Jimin, what the hell are you talking about? You know you can’t leave. There’s no way they’ll let you.” you spoke in a hushed voice into the receiver.

He looked back at you completely unbothered. Something was seriously wrong.

“Well then I guess you better figure something out. Sorry but this over the phone thing really just isn’t doing it for me anymore.”

“Jimin, wait what-”

“See you tomorrow, Y/N. Looking forward to that drive.” Jimin finished as he cut you off before flashing you a wink and promptly hanging up.

“Jimin, Jimin, wait!” you tried calling after him, but he was already getting up and walking away.

You just sat there staring after him for several moments, at a complete loss for words. Well what the fuck were you supposed to do now.

“You’ve been staring into your coffee for the past ten minutes like it’s gonna give you the answers you’re missing. It tell you anything good?” Jin teased, giving you an expectant look from across the table the two of you were currently sharing.

You had asked your friend and fellow reporter to meet you at your favorite coffee place as soon as you had left the prison, the two of you convening at your usual secluded table tucked away at the back of the cafe.

“I’m starting to think it would be easier to get it out of this coffee than the alternative.” you admitted as you stared at the beverage in defeat.

Jin leaned closer to you across the table, making sure to keep his voice low, “Jimin wouldn’t talk to you today?”

You just shook your head.

“Our visit was really...off today. I think someone else has been coming to see him.” you whispered back.

“Did he say who?”

“No, he didn’t.” you let out a sigh, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get any more info out of him as long as we’re confined to talking inside the prison.”

Jin’s eyes suddenly went wide and he moved closer so there was barely any distance left between the two of you.

“Y/N. Please tell me you’re not thinking about actually trying to help jailbreak Park Jimin. I know you like the guy but-”

“Of course not you idiot. I’m not fucking insane.” you hissed back.

“Okay, sorry, just had to make sure your ass wasn’t about to pull some Bonnie and Clyde shit. I love you, but no dick is worth that.”

He laughed at the way your face immediately heated at his words.

“Jin. We’re journalists. This is about the story. I’m not running off with a criminal so can we please stop talking about it.” you begged, still making sure to speak in a hushed voice.

You both took a moment to lean back into your seats and regain your composure.

“So what are you gonna do?” Jin asked finally.

“I don’t know... Maybe I can ask Joon to arrange for him to leave the prison. Just for a few hours so I can talk to him and get what I need.”

Jin had been taking a sip of his coffee while listening to you, and he had immediately let out a choking sound upon hearing your answer.

“Fuck, are you okay?” you inquired, worry evident in your tone as you watched your friend attempting to fight off his coughing attack.

Jin held up one finger to signal that he needed a moment to catch his breath, so you just sat and waited until he was ready.

“I think we need to revisit that whole thing about you not being fucking insane because this is a terrible idea.”

There was warning clear in his voice, but you did your best to ignore it.

“Look, we have been working on this story for months. We’re almost there, Jin, I can feel it. I know you can too. He’ll talk to me if it’s just us, away from everything else. I know he will. Just trust me on this, please.”

“I don’t know, Y/N... This could be dangerous, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

You decided on a more blunt approach, “Do you think you can get Jungkook to give up the name?”

“Oh fuck off, that’s cheating and you know it.”

“It’s a fair question. You’ve been talking to him for as long as I’ve been talking to Jimin. Only difference is he’s not currently behind bars. So, in your journalistic opinion, does your source have the information we need?” you challenged.

Jin sighed and crossed his arms as he surveyed you, “No, he and all the other sources are still insisting that Jimin is the only one who knows.”

“I can get him to tell me, Jin. I just have to play by his rules. But he trusts me, he’ll give up the name.” you insisted for what felt like the millionth time.

“Clearly there’s no use in me wasting any more breath trying to talk you out of it. Good luck convincing Namjoon though.”

You shrugged and took a drink of your now cold coffee, “He’s let me do it before, and he knows how important this story is.”

Jin chuckled and shook his head at you.

“That may be true, but this is Park Jimin we’re talking about. I find it extremely hard to believe that he’s just gonna let you take one of the best thieves in the world out of his high security prison.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes people surprise you.” you retorted, giving him a knowing look.

“Sometimes they do.” Jin agreed quietly.

“No way in hell.”

“Joon, wait! Please. At least hear me out.” you pleaded, gripping your phone tighter as you paced back and forth in your living room.

A groan of frustration sounded from the other end, “Y/N, you’re asking me to let you take a criminal out of my prison so you can interview him. And not just any criminal, no, it has to be the really famous, potentially really dangerous, thief. This sounds insane, you do realize that right?”

You rolled your eyes even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

“So I’ve been told. Let me ask you this, Joon, have I ever not brought a source back?”

Silence followed for several seconds.

“Well no but-”

“Exactly. I’ve never once let you down, and I don’t plan on breaking that streak now. Don’t you trust me?” you implored him further.

“Of course I trust you.” he let out a sigh, “Park Jimin? Not so much.”

“I get that. I do, but, Joon. We’ve been doing this for a few years now, and I’ve always gotten my story, and you’ve always gotten your inmate back.”

“This isn’t like those other times. This is different.” he insisted, his tone deathly serious.

“How? How, Joon? How is it different?” you queried back, nowhere near ready to give up yet.

“Dammit, Y/N, because it’s Park Jimin! Because we still have no idea who he was working for, and no one here seems to know who this new mystery visitor is either. I’m not gonna willingly let you put yourself in danger when we still don’t even know what the fuck is going on here!” Joon exclaimed, his outburst catching you off guard.

“Joon, I need you to understand something. This is my choice. I know Jimin will talk to me. He’s just scared to say anything where he knows anyone could be listening. And we can take whatever security precautions you decide on. Joon, I am begging you, please. I just need a few hours with him, and I promise I will bring him back once I get what I need. If I somehow fuck this up, I swear I will never come to you for help ever again. I mean, if I fuck this up, my career will be over anyway, but I’m not gonna fuck it up. You may not trust Jimin, but I do, and I know he trusts me. All I’m asking is for you to do the same.”

It was quiet for so long after your little speech that for a second you thought he had hung up on you, but then finally, “You can’t let him out of your sight for a single second.”

“I won’t.”

“He’ll have to be restrained so that I can be sure he won’t be able to try anything.”

“Okay.”

“And he’ll have to have a tracker on him so we know where you guys are at all times.”

“Got it.”

“And if, if anything feels off or suspicious, you call the whole thing off and call me immediately.”

“I will.”

“I mean it, Y/N. Anything at all.”

“And I will call you. I got it, Joon, don’t worry. Anything else?”

“You’re sure about this?”

“I’m sure.” you replied without any hesitation.

“Okay, I will sit down with Jimin and make sure he understands the terms of this little outing.”

“So you’re gonna do your whole scary guard thing and intimidate the hell out of him?”

“Basically, yeah. Make sure he knows not to pull any stupid shit. Or else.”

“Well you’re big and scary, so I’m pretty sure you’ll have no problem getting the message across.”

“I’l bring him out through the back to meet you at 7 p.m. tomorrow night. Oh, and Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

A nervous laugh escaped you, “Have a little faith in me, Joon. I can handle this.”

You always got your story. You wouldn’t let this time be any different.

You rifled through your bag, making sure you had everything you would need before it was time for you to leave your apartment and head to the prison to meet Namjoon. Everything was charged and ready. You’d made sure to prepare your recorder as well as bring a pen and notebook in case Jimin wasn’t willing to be recorded tonight. You hated yourself for it, but you also had spent an extensive amount of time checking your appearance in your bathroom mirror. You figured it was best to be prepared in all aspects, you know, just in case...

Your apartment wasn’t too far from the prison, but tonight the drive felt endless. Even still, you had made sure to arrive at least fifteen minutes early because the last thing you’d wanted was to be running late and have to make Namjoon and Jimin wait on you. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from the back door, your fingers drumming nervously against your steering wheel as your stomach did flips. When the door finally opened after what felt like ages, the sight that greeted you was certainly not what you expected.

Namjoon’s broad frame came into view first, followed by the bright red haired thief. Despite literally being handcuffed and escorted by Namjoon, Jimin somehow still managed to walk behind him with power and purpose. You had expected to see him in his usual black jumpsuit, but instead his attire consisted of a loose baggy white tank, some distressed acid washed jeans, and a pair of black leather gloves that seemed vaguely familiar to you for some reason. He looked good, and you were doing everything you could to not think about it.

You could feel Jimin’s gaze on you as the two men approached your waiting car before stopping in front of the passenger door. Namjoon reached down to open the door, and Jimin was sliding in beside you a moment later.

“Thanks for the ride, kitten, been looking forward to it all day.” he greeted you with a cheeky grin.

You jumped in your seat when Namjoon was suddenly leaning down to your window and fixing your passenger with a threatening stare.

“You.” he began, pointing a finger squarely at Jimin, “You better behave. No funny business.”

“Joonie, please, I will be a perfect gentleman, I promise.” Jimin said back, pretending to be offended by the man’s implication.

Namjoon just scowled at him, his jaw clenched, before turning his attention back to you, “I’ll see both of you back here in two hours. Call me if you need anything.”

“Relax, Joon, everything is gonna be fine. I promise.” you tried to assure him with a sincere look.

It took a moment, but your friend’s expression finally relaxed, and he let out a sigh.

“I know. I know it is. Just, be careful. Both of you.”

You held his gaze and nodded, Namjoon preparing to step back from your car.

“Oh, Joon, wait. Before you go, I need the key.”

The brunette’s eyes went wide as he looked back and forth between you and the metal cuffs encircling Jimin’s wrists.

“Absolutely not.”

You reached out to grip onto his hand that was still resting on the door of your car.

“Joon, please.” you pressed.

“I said no, Y/N. I’m risking enough for you already. The man is still a criminal in case you forgot.” Namjoon went on as he leveled you with a hard stare.

“Yeah, and he’s also still a human being. In case you forgot.” you challenged back, and you could’ve sworn you heard Jimin snicker next to you.

Namjoon shook his head before letting it hang down, a huff slipping out from between his lips. He continued grumbling as one of his hands slipped into his pocket to dig out the key before holding it out to you. You reached out to take it from him, letting your hand close around it as you met his eyes once again, hoping to convey your appreciation for his trust, “Thank you, Joon.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just get outta here before I come to my senses and change my mind.” he groaned, finally stepping back from your car.

You gave him one last nod and smile in thanks before turning the ignition and pulling away from the back entrance to the prison. You waited until the building was starting to disappear in the rear view mirror to place the key Namjoon had handed you on the dashboard, making sure it was closest to you.

“Very funny, kitten, but you know I can’t reach that from here.” Jimin piped up from the passenger seat.

You gave him a quick sideways glance before turning your attention back to the road, your eyes scanning for a secluded area where the two of you would be able to talk.

“Y/N?”

The irritation in the thief’s voice was crystal clear.

“Yes?”

“Are you gonna let me out of these cuffs? Or was all that back there with Namjoon just bullshit?”

Your hands tightened around the steering wheel and you flinched slightly at his harsh tone.

“Jimin, I promise I will let you out of them. After we talk.” you explained, slowing down to pull the car over to a cluster of trees.

You chanced looking over at him once the two of you were parked and God, if looks could kill…

“And here I thought we trusted each other.” he snapped, and you sighed in frustration.

“We do, but Jimin, you have to look at this from my perspective. I’m putting my safety and my career on the line. I’m putting Namjoon’s career on the line. I mean, how do I know these past months, all our meetings, that all of that wasn’t just bullshit? How do I know if I unlock those things right now that you won’t just take off and fuck me and Joon over without looking back?” you countered, looking to him for some sort of answer to your questions.

He didn’t appear as angry now, just definitely still frustrated. And you couldn’t blame him.

“I wouldn’t do that. Not to you. You should know that by now.” he said quietly after several moments.

You tentatively reached out to place a hand on Jimin’s arm, and he immediately turned to face you, big brown eyes full of intensity.

“Look,” you started as you tried to keep your voice calm, “if we’re gonna do this, then we have to do it the right way. I’m just asking you to trust me for a little bit longer. Do you think you can do that?”

The red haired man looked at your hand that was still resting on his arm and then back at you, his expression finally softening. A pout was suddenly forming on his face, and you couldn't help but laugh at the childish gesture. There he was. The Jimin you had come to know over the last few months. The misunderstood thief you had a soft spot for. Your Jimin.

"Okay fine, but."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "But?"

"I want a chocolate milkshake." he finished simply, and you stared at him dumbfounded.

"Jimin, Joon said we have to be back in exactly two hours. We don't have time for this." you insisted as you crossed your arms in defiance and scowled at him.

A wicked smirk spread across the thief's face, and you had the sudden urge to repeatedly bash your head against the steering wheel.

"Well then I guess you better find me a milkshake fast. Clock is ticking, kitten."

This whole thing was ridiculous, but you also knew you couldn't waste any more time. You started the car once more and pulled back onto the road, your hands angrily clutching the steering wheel in a death grip and Jimin's stupid self satisfied grin in your peripheral all the while.

"Fucking brat." you muttered under your breath.

The cackle Jimin let out let you know he had heard you though, "It's like I told you the first time we met. I always know how to get what I want."

True to his word, Jimin refused to answer a single one of your questions until you had bought him his chocolate milkshake, the two of you convening in the mostly empty parking lot of the drive thru you had just gone through so he could drink his stupid milkshake. The little shit even made you hold it for him while he drank it since his hands were still bound, and you might have "accidentally" held the cup too high and gotten whip cream all over his nose, and you might have even laughed at him afterwards.

“Well that was real mature of you.” the red head remarked as you continued giggling at the cream covering his nose.

“Yeah, well, that’s what you get for acting like a spoiled little child.” you shot back, and Jimin narrowed his eyes at you.

“I hope you know I’m not telling you shit if you don’t get this off my face.”

“God, you are such a baby.” you huffed as you reached across him to rummage around in your glove compartment for a napkin or a tissue.

Jimin leaned down and you did your best to ignore his warm breath right next to your ear, “What do you need a napkin for, kitten? You’ve got a perfectly good mouth you could put to use instead.”

The split second of arousal that you felt was immediately replaced by the much stronger feeling of irritation and anger. Your hand finally closed around a napkin and you whipped it out to wipe off the thief’s face, catching Jimin by surprise when you gripped his nose through the napkin and got right in his face.

“Listen here, Park, if the only reason we’re going on this little drive is so that you can fuck with me and waste my time, then I’ll just spare you the rest of this hour and forty minutes and drive you straight back to the prison right now. If you’re not gonna help me, then why should I bother trying to help you.”

Jimin’s eyes went wide, and you released your hold on him before slumping back in your seat.

“I cannot believe I was stupid enough to fall for this shit,” you said, letting out a humorless laugh, “and to think that you were actually gonna be willing to talk to me.”

The man next to you remained silent as you shook your head and moved to turn the ignition.

“Y/N. Wait.” he spoke up right as you started to rotate the key.

Your hand froze and you chanced glancing at him, “What, Jimin?”

He shifted nervously in his seat as you waited for his answer.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I know you and Joon are both putting yourselves on the line for me. This...is just a lot for me. But, I promise I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

You let out a sigh as you removed the key from the ignition and placed it in your lap.

“Trust me, Jimin, I get it. I know you’re risking a lot here too, and I want you to know I’m beyond grateful for your assistance and cooperation. And I promise you, once this story breaks I will do whatever I can to make sure you come out of this a free man.”

Jimin held your gaze as a moment of silence passed between the two of you.

“Okay, let’s do this then. I’m ready whenever you are, but if it’s okay, I would prefer for this not to be recorded.”

You nodded in understanding, “Of course. I figured you might say that, so I brought a pen and notebook with me just in case. If you could please just try to be as detailed and specific as possible, so that way I can make sure my notes are airtight.”

Jimin waited until you retrieved your materials from your bag, placing your keys in there as you did so, and laid your notebook across your lap with pen in hand. You saw the red headed man swallow out of the corner of your eye.

“Last chance, Jimin, you’re sure about this?” you pressed, making sure to meet his eyes.

“I’m sure.” he replied without missing a beat.

Your pen clicked impossibly loud in the space of your car, “Alright then, tell me everything.”

For the next thirty minutes the only sounds in the car were Jimin’s voice as he finally, finally filled in all the blanks, and the scratch of pen against paper as you furiously took note of everything the thief was telling you. It turned out there was still quite a bit you hadn’t known about this story. Your hand burned, but you willed yourself to keep writing so as not to accidentally leave out any important details. You could feel yourself growing increasingly more excited as the pieces began to fall into place. There was just one thing missing now.

“Jimin, your boss. The one pulling all the strings, can you give me a name?”

You hadn’t realized the extent of the weight the question held until it was hanging in the air between both of you. Jimin’s eyes reflected the uncertainty that you could tell he was feeling. He would open his mouth only to quickly shut it again. You were reaching out for his hands before you could stop yourself. There was a slight tremble in them that matched your own from the strain of your frantic note taking.

“I promise the information will be safe with me. I promise you’re safe with me.” you tried to assure him, your voice gentle.

You could almost see the gears turning inside the man’s head as he contemplated whether or not to speak. In a last ditch effort to try to gain his full trust, you reached for the key still sitting on the dash.

“Wait, what are you…” the thief’s voice trailed off as you inserted the key into the lock and released the cuffs from his wrists.

Jimin stared at you in awe as the metal dropped below into his lap.

“I trust you.” you said simply, giving him a small smile.

“Do you know Min Yoongi?” the red head asked a moment later, immediately sending you into a state of confusion.

You chuckled nervously, “You mean like the super famous and successful music producer? That Min Yoongi?”

“That’s the one.” Jimin confirmed, but you still felt at a loss.

“Oh my God, you’re fucking with me again!” you exclaimed, laughing slightly, “Alright, Park, that was a good one, I’ll give you that. Now, who is it really?”

“You asked for a name, kitten, and I gave you one.”

You waited for any sort of indication that he was joking with you, but Jimin showed none. A soft gasp escaped your lips, “No fucking way.”

“And there it is.” the thief teased you as the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk.

Your mind was seriously reeling at this information.

“You-you mean Min Yoongi the producer...i-is actually a criminal mastermind? Holy. Shit.”

“Yoongi is a legit producer, but he also uses his label as a front for all the illegal shit he does. Me and Jungkook were both recruited as “new artists”, but really I got hired to be his personal thief and JK as his top hacker. And, as you know, as soon as shit hit the fan, the son of a bitch immediately threw all of us under the bus to save his own ass. Yoongi will get what’s coming to him, it’s only a matter of time. I’ll make sure of it.” Jimin voiced, one of his hands curling into a fist.

You gently touched his hand and the thief turned to look at you, his eyes blazing with emotion.

“I’m sorry for what he did to you. But now we have the chance to take him down. Together.”

“You really think you have enough for your story?” he queried back.

You laughed, “Jimin, are you kidding? This is amazing! Thanks to you, I now have everything I need. God, I could kiss you right now.”

An amused grin took over Jimin’s features as he raised a brow at you, making you realize what you had just said.

“Hah, sorry, writer’s adrenaline.” you quickly tried to explain, your face burning furiously.

Desperate to shift the attention, and also taking notice of them for the first time, your gaze was drawn to the marks coloring Jimin’s wrists just below where his leather gloves stopped. Mindlessly, you rubbed your thumb over one of them, causing Jimin to wince slightly.

“Shit, sorry! I would’ve taken them off sooner if I knew they were gonna leave marks like that.” you said quietly, unable to take your eyes away from the sight of his reddened wrists.

“Hey.”

You looked back up at the sound of Jimin’s voice.

“Relax, okay? You act like I’ve never been in cuffs before.” he reminded you, trying to lighten the mood.

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t think about the other times you’ve been arrested…” you murmured as the embarrassment of the last few minutes continued to wash over you.

Jimin chuckled, “That’s not what I said, kitten.”

You frowned at him in confusion.

“What do you-”

You cut yourself off at the knowing look in Jimin’s eyes paired with the wicked smirk on his face. Oh. You felt your face grow even hotter just at the thought, and quickly pulled your hands back from Jimin’s. The thief burst into laughter at your flustered nature, and you did your best to ignore him as you turned behind you to dig in your purse for your keys.

“Ahem, well we still have just under an hour before I have to have you back, so I’ll take the long way back to the prison so you can keep the cuffs off for a while.”

Jimin remained quiet as your search was coming up empty. You were growing frustrated as you tore through every single pocket and compartment in your bag to no avail.

“Shit.” you hissed.

“What’s wrong?” came Jimin’s voice from beside you.

“I can’t find my keys. But I just had them. They have to be here somewhere.” you said as you continued digging in your purse.

You let out a sigh of frustration, only to hear a familiar jingle a moment later. You whipped back around to see your keys dangling from one of Jimin’s gloved hands. When had he…

“Jimin how did you even-”

“You forget, baby, I’m a damn good thief.” the man next to you bragged, smiling proudly.

“Okay yeah, real funny. You stole my keys, now give them back please.” you requested as you reached out for them, only for Jimin to pull his hand back at the last second.

“Jimin. Give me back my keys.” you insisted, staring him down.

“Oh, Y/N, after these last few months you really should know me better than that.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Shit. Was he really gonna fuck you over after everything?

“I know the information I gave you is pretty crucial to this story of yours, and there is something that I would like in return.”

Jimin was giving you a look that you couldn’t decipher. Shitshitshitshitshit. Unfortunately, things had taken a turn and the man next to you had the upper hand right now. It looked like, at least for now, you were going to have to play by his rules again.

“Okay fine. But I’m not doing anything illegal for you, let’s just get that out of the way. What is it that you want?”

Jimin moved closer and you found yourself growing confused once again. His free hand reached out to grip your chin, his touch gentle but purposeful.

“Please don’t be scared, I would never hurt you. Never.” he whispered, and the sincerity in his voice and softness in his eyes made you desperately want to believe him.

“What do you want, Jimin?” you asked again, your own voice barely loud enough to be heard.

Jimin’s eyes flicked down to your mouth for a brief second before once again meeting your own as his leather covered thumb carefully brushed across your bottom lip, “You.”

You let out a small gasp, and the thief pulled your lip down to watch it bounce back into place. And just like that, things had taken a turn yet again. This one being the last thing you had expected.

“Jimin.” you breathed, your heart beginning to thrum violently inside your chest.

“I want you, Y/N.” he repeated, warm breath fanning your face at his close proximity.

“W-we can’t. I can’t. I’m a journalist. You’re my source. It would be wrong, Jimin, and you know it.” you told him, but still, you didn’t pull away.

The red head chuckled, and you could feel yourself drowning in him more and more with each passing second. You were terrified. Not of Jimin. But of just how badly you wanted this. Wanted him. But you knew you couldn’t let yourself. Wouldn’t let yourself. No matter how badly-

“I’m not gonna tell on you, kitten. And you know I can keep a secret.” Jimin went on as his lips dragged over your skin, dangerously close to your own.

Your flesh ignited under the warmth of his mouth, and a soft whine escaped you before you could stop it. You felt Jimin smirk against you as he continued teasing you.

“Let me ask you something,” he began, his mouth traveling down your jaw, “Pretend for just a second that who we are doesn’t matter. I’m not a criminal. You’re not a journalist. We’re just two people in this moment. Right here. Right now. Are you attracted to me?”

“Yes.” you answered without hesitation, surprising yourself with how breathless you already sounded.

“Mmm.” Jimin hummed as his lips seared against the skin of your neck.

“One more question, kitten.”

You did everything you could to hold in the moan you could feel building up in your throat, which became increasingly difficult when Jimin grazed his teeth against you and sucked hard enough to surely leave a mark. His sinful tongue darted out immediately after to soothe the spot, “Do you want me?”

“God, Jimin, yes.” you moaned out shamelessly.

Jimin’s hand left your chin to grab hold of the other side of your neck, holding you in place as he continued torturing you with his wicked mouth. You’d already let him know the effect he was having on you, so there was no point in holding back now.

“Fuck. I thought about how you would sound so many times. Imagined ravaging you in so many ways. Making you cry. Making you scream for me. Ripping those stupid little pencil skirts you always wear to shreds. But all those fantasies, they don’t even come close to the real thing. The way you sound for me, kitten...it’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” he growled against your skin before proceeding to suck more spots of color into your neck, earning a string of breathy moans from you.

“Shit, Jimin, this is bad. We have to, fuck, stop. It’s wrong, hhhhhhh.”

Jimin surprised you by actually pulling back, but it really wasn’t any better when his lust filled stare pierced you and he licked his lips hungrily.

“Come on, kitten. You and me? We’re the perfect crime. Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest. And I’ve been fucking dying to know how you taste.”

It was a losing battle, and you both knew it. Desire overpowered logic, and your hands shot out to grab Jimin by his shirt and yank him to finally meet your mouth. His hand around your neck tightened slightly while his other hand slid up your thigh. The kiss was messy and wet, lips stinging from Jimin’s constant biting and sucking and your tongues tangled up in a primal dance. The thief was practically swallowing you, and you just did your best to try and keep up.

Jimin’s hands were in your hair, on your neck, digging into your hips, sliding under your shirt. Your own hands snuck underneath his white tank, desperate to feel more of him. His skin was warm under your fingers, and you could feel all his deliciously defined muscles.

Jimin pulled back from you, and you could feel the saliva running down from the corner of your mouth. His already plump lips were red and slightly swollen. You didn’t even get much of a chance to try and catch your breath before you felt Jimin’s still leather clad thumb pushing past your lips and pressing against the pad of your tongue. The pleased smirk on his face was enough to have you rubbing your thighs together as you drooled around his digit. Jimin increased the pressure, pinning you with his dark stare, “Clothes off, kitten. Backseat. Now.”

Your hands were shaking as you clumsily undid your top, your pencil skirt following a moment later, and both garments being tossed into the back. You hesitantly reached behind you to remove your bra, suddenly realizing just how exposed and vulnerable you really were. You could feel Jimin's eyes on you, but you had yet to actually look up at him.

"Look at me, kitten." came the thief's voice, husky and deep and full of desire.

You couldn't help the whimper that slipped out when you did as he requested, and were met with the sight of Jimin's eyes that were nearly black as he slowly palmed himself over his jeans.

"Jimin." you whined, your thighs brushing against each other once again in need of some friction.

The action didn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you, his gaze fixated between your legs as he gripped himself harder.

"You have no idea how many times I've dreamt about this, kitten. About you. Shit. Will you let me see you? Please." Jimin asked sweetly, although his voice was laced with desperation and want.

You let your bra fall from your body a moment later, and the thief let out a sharp intake of breath. You quickly slipped your nearly soaked panties off as well before you could start feeling self conscious again. When you looked back up, Jimin seemed to be physically restraining himself from pouncing on you. He gave a single jerk of his head to indicate for you to get in the back, and you were quickly scrambling over the center console.

You yelped at the feeling of one of Jimin's gloved hands delivering a swift smack to your bare ass. He let out a moan at the sight, "So much prettier with some color, fuck."

You had never let a guy spank you before, but something about the combination of Jimin and leather gloves had you dripping down your thighs. The red head waited until you were laid out on your back across the seat before climbing into the back to hover over you. He seemed to be contemplating something for a moment, and you worried that maybe he was having second thoughts.

You only grew more confused when he reached up to pull down the grab handle from the ceiling of the car. Jimin looked down at you with a mischievous grin, causing a chill to run down your spine.

"Hands up for me, kitten. And don't let go until I say so. Think you can do that for me?"

You swallowed as your eyes went wide, but nodded in agreement nonetheless. You reached up to grab onto the handle with both hands, the feeling strange, but not to the point of being uncomfortable.

"Mmm," Jimin hummed in content, "such a good girl."

You flushed under his praise, and the thief beamed down at you proudly.

"Hey, wait a minute. You're still fully clothed, no fair, Park." you pouted, earning a laugh from Jimin.

"Aw, kitten, don't pout. I'll give you what you want, but right now it's your turn." he said seductively as he trailed a single gloved finger down your body.

You noticed the bright red cursive initials scrawled into the garment for the first time. P.J.M. It clicked then that you had remembered the infamous gloves from the countless hours you had spent researching the man above you. Park Jimin was never seen without them, the trademark of a skilled thief. It was crazy to think that now those same gloves were greedily feeling up your body, and making you squirm underneath the thief.

"Having you under me like this right now, so obedient and willing, fuck, kitten. You make me feel like a free man." Jimin moaned, bending down to take hold of your chin and claim your lips once again.

You were desperate to touch him as Jimin licked into your mouth messily, taking his time to really taste you.

"Jimin, please," you cried in between dizzying kisses, "let me touch you."

The thief bit down on your bottom lip and tugged it between his teeth before drawing back to slowly release it.

"It's not time yet, kitten. Right now, I just wanna take my time to enjoy you."  Jimin mused.

Just as a response was forming itself on your lips, it was replaced instead by a gasp as you felt the warmth of Jimin's mouth wrap around your nipple.  He pinched your other bud between his leather clad fingers, and you cried out as your body twisted in pleasure underneath his ministrations.

"Jimin, shit."

He moaned around your nipple as his tongue flicked over it, and your hands clutched at the bar above you in a death grip. You could just make out the color beginning to blossom across your chest as the thief nipped and sucked his way to your neglected breast. You continued to writhe and pant beneath him as his lips closed around your other bud and began giving it the same treatment. Forget being a thief, the man honestly deserved jail time just for the things he could do with his mouth alone. The way he had your nipple caught between his teeth was nothing short of criminal.

You could feel him against your leg, hardening through his jeans. Just as you were starting to think you were going to cum just from the stimulation by itself, Jimin suddenly pulled off of your chest. He sat back on his haunches, his eyes hungrily raking over your figure as he admired all the little bursts of color he had left behind.

"Shit, kitten. I could spend hours marking you up," Jimin chuckled and shook his head, "if only we had that much time."

It was the first instance the time limit both of you were on had really crossed your mind since all of this had started. You knew being late back to the prison wasn't an option because Joon would already be well on his way to coming after the two of you. Jimin must have been able to tell what you were thinking because he rubbed his thumb over your thigh reassuringly, "Don't you worry that pretty little head of yours. I promise, I'll make every second count. I still have plenty of time to get you to cry and scream for me."

The predatory like grin he flashed you had you clenching around nothing. Jimin knew he had you wrapped around his finger, and when he made a dramatic show of taking off each of his gloves using only his teeth, it took everything in you not to lunge at him. The thief wasted no time in dipping one of his digits between your legs to swipe through your slick folds. You hissed at the contact, desperate to feel more of him where you needed him the most.

"Such a messy little kitten." Jimin whispered before popping the same finger into his mouth, closing his eyes as he did so.

Breathy little whines slipped from between your lips as your nails dug into the handle above you. The thief moaned as he sucked his digit clean, eyes snapping open to meet your gaze, making you feel like he was burning a hole right through you.

"It's like I said. Forbidden fruit, always so fucking delicious."  Jimin practically growled before his hand was diving back down, not wasting any more time as two of his fingers pushed past your walls.

"Oh my God, Jimin. Fuck!" you yelled out as your core greedily sucked his digits inside.

Jimin seemed mesmerized as he watched his fingers disappear in between your legs again, and again.

"Such a tight little cunt, kitten. And so wet too, shit." the thief snarled, pumping his digits into you faster.

You were a panting and shaking mess as you felt the beginnings of an orgasm creeping up on you once again. Jimin was biting his lip in concentration, and you were so focused on admiring him that you practically convulsed at the sudden addition of a third finger. And then Jimin's thumb was strumming your neglected clit, and you felt ready to cry.

"Doing so well for me, kitten. Your pretty little cunt taking my fingers so nicely." the thief praised just as your legs were beginning to shake, your release approaching much quicker now.

"Jimin, please! Don't stop, I'm so close." you begged him.

This apparently was the wrong thing to say because he immediately removed his hand from between your legs, leaving you right at the edge of your orgasm. Fresh tears slid down your cheeks, "No, Jimin, please! Please let me cum! I'll be good I promise!"

The red head was quick to wipe at your face with his clean hand, but you still continued to cry.

"Shhh it's alright, kitten. It's alright. You trust me don't you?" he soothed, his voice gentle.

You sniffled like a child, but still nodded because you did trust him.

"Okay, good. I want you to close your eyes for me. Do you think you can be a good girl and do that? It'll be for just a minute, I promise."

“I don’t know…” you said quietly, the uncertainty you were feeling reflected in your voice.

Jimin leaned down to kiss you sweetly, almost as if he could take away your worries that way.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll still be here when you open them. Do you trust me?” he repeated, smoothing his thumb over your cheek.

“I do.” you replied, allowing your eyes to slowly shut a moment later.

You heard what sounded like Jimin rummaging around, and your nerves quickly started to resurface again. They only increased tenfold when you felt Jimin up near your head and heard a familiar clink followed by the sensation of cold metal circling your wrists. Fuck. Your eyes snapped open and you immediately looked up to see your still suspended hands, now in handcuffs. Panic seized you and on instinct you began to struggle against the restraints.

“Don’t do that, kitten, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Jimin warned, reminding you of his presence.

“Jimin, what the fuck is this!” you seethed.

“Please calm down, it’s not what you think. Do you still trust me?”

“Less and less by the second.” you snapped back.

“Please, just try and relax for me.” the thief pleaded as he moved down your body and settled himself between your legs.

“Jimin, I swear to God, if you don’t take these off right fucking no- Fuck!” you cut yourself off with a scream as Jimin buried his head between your legs and dipped his tongue between your folds.

He surfaced a moment later, plump lips glossed over with your arousal. Now that you knew what game he was playing, you felt the prior panic slowly diminishing.

“Can we leave them on, kitten, while I eat your sweet little cunt? Or do we need to take them off? I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself. It’s up to you, I promise.”

“I don’t care, “ you practically sobbed, “just please let me cum!”

Jimin grinned devilishly, “Alright, kitten, you got it. Try to keep those hands still for me okay? I’ll let you out as soon as we’re finished.”

His red head was disappearing back between your legs a moment later. He showed no mercy as he devoured your cunt, teeth nipping at your folds and his tongue fucking into you with fervor. The thief’s hands were reaching around to grab and roughly knead your ass as he made you come undone underneath his skilled mouth. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself approaching that high again, sobs escaping you as each swipe of Jimin’s tongue pushed you that much closer. He moaned as he slurped at your center, the vibration making your legs tremble.

“Jimin...so...close...please.” you panted out, doing your best to resist pulling against the cuffs binding you.

“Come on, kitten,” Jimin grunted, “scream for me. I know you have it in you.”

Determined to coax it out of you, the thief focused all his attention on your clit, lips encircling it and sucking harshly. Your body jolted at the stimulation, legs shaking much more violently now. Jimin flicked his tongue against your bundle of nerves, and you were so so close. His lips closed around you once more, and he moaned, long and deep. The sensation pushed you over the edge as you screamed his name and let yourself go.

Jimin let out a growl and continued to lave his tongue over your clit as you rode out your orgasm. You barely registered him reaching up to undo the cuffs, immediately pressing soft kisses to both of your wrists as soon as you were free.

“Fuck, that was amazing. You were amazing.” the thief commended you as he combed a hand through your hair.

“Mmm, it was amazing. But, if you ever cuff me again without asking, I will kill you.”

It sounded like such an empty threat with the dazed state you were still in, and Jimin chuckled as he smiled fondly at you, “Okay, noted.”

“You can cuff me next time okay?” he added with a wink, earning a tired laugh from you.

“Okay, deal.”

He bent down to press his lips against your forehead, and you felt your cheeks flush. You’d never been with anyone like Jimin, and you found yourself once again desperately wishing you had met under different circumstances.

“Hang on, I’ll find your clothes. You should probably change, and we should probably head back before Joonie comes after us.” Jimin teased, hand reaching down to search for your discarded garments.

You were quickly capturing his attention again when your hand reached out to grip his chin and turn him back to face you. For the first time that night, Jimin was the one who seemed confused.

“What’s wrong, kitten? Did I hurt you?” he queried, voice full of concern as his hands carefully ran over your body for any sign of injury.

He was so sweet, it made your heart swell. You shook your head, “No, you didn’t.”

The thief frowned at you, and you tried to stifle your giggles.

“Then what is it?”

You mirrored Jimin from earlier as you hummed and traced your thumb over his plump lips.

“We’re not going anywhere, until you fuck me.” you boldly stated, making Jimin’s eyes widen at your bluntness.

“I think that orgasm went to your head, kitten. It’s got you talking nonsense.” he said back, laughing slightly.

“Actually, my head is crystal clear. I want you to fuck me, Jimin. I have since the first time I saw you.” you went on, not a hint of playfulness in your voice.

Jimin hissed, “You sure about this, kitten?”

“I want you, Jimin. Wanna feel you inside me. Please.” you begged, and a growl immediately started to rumble in the thief’s throat.

You gasped when you felt him pressing himself up against you through his jeans, tortuously dragging his covered length back and forth.

“My greedy little kitten. Needs me to fuck her huh? Needs me to ruin this sweet little cunt of hers huh? Needs me to make her scream some more? My poor hungry little cockslut.”

The condescending filth he spat at you only fueled your desire for him that much more. However, you were still feeling pretty bold at the moment.

“Well, are you just gonna talk your shit or are you gonna fuck me?” you taunted him, a challenge present in your eyes.

Jimin looked furious, and your body was tingling all over in anticipation.

“Oh, I am going to ruin you.” he snarled, turning you on your side and delivering another harsh slap to your ass.

You squealed as Jimin effortlessly flipped you onto your stomach and brought his hand down on your flesh again, and again, and again. You were out of your mind with want, fresh arousal sliding down your thighs with each hit. The thief soothed your irritated skin once he was satisfied, and your ass stung, but in the best way.

“Who knew my kitten was such a little painslut too. Bet I could make you cum just from spanking you with how much you get off on this shit.”

Well. He wasn’t wrong. You didn’t answer him, instead reaching into your purse on the floor to dig for the condom that you knew was in there. Your hand closed around it, and you lifted it up for Jimin to see a moment later, “Shut up and fuck me already, Park.”

He snatched the packet from your hands, and you switched to laying on your back again, more than pleased with yourself. The red head was glaring daggers at you as he slipped his tank over his head. You marveled at finally being able to see his sculpted figure, your eyes drawn to the harsh jagged ink over his rib cage that spelled out NEVERMIND. He had the body of a Greek god, and you wished you had more time to explore it.

Jimin tugged down his jeans and boxers a moment later, his cock springing free with the angry red tip glistening with precum. Your mouth watered, you wanted to suck him off so bad. Hear all the sounds he would make, and see how he would look coming undone. The sound of Jimin furiously tearing open the foil packet with his teeth brought you back to reality. He hissed as he slid the condom over his hard length, immediately lining up with your soaking entrance.

“Any more little smart ass remarks before I fuck the brat out of you?”

You actually took a minute to think about it. Jimin looked ready to choke you, which honestly you wouldn’t be opposed to…

“Will you put the gloves back on?”

Jimin let out a dark chuckle, “Hmm, my kinky little kitten.”

He retrieved them from the floor and once again put on a show for you as he slowly slid them back on one by one. You wanted to keep up your snarky act for just a little bit longer.

“Hurry up and put your dick in me, Park, before Joon- Fuck, Jimin!”

You definitely got what was coming to you when Jimin’s first thrust knocked the air out of you, burying himself to the hilt right off the bat.

“Not so talkative now are we, kitten?” Jimin mocked you as he immediately picked up the pace, not even giving you a chance to adjust to him.

His gloved hands gripped your hips to hold you in place as he drove his cock between your walls with brutal efficiency. Now that you could finally touch him, your hands clutched at his biceps, nails digging in as each thrust bounced you further up the seat.

“Oh my God, Jimin…” you moaned out, and the thief growled before positioning your legs to hook them around his waist so he could have you closer, and you could feel him even deeper.

“Knew all you needed was some cock to shut you up. All that talk, all that sass, and look at you now. Completely fucked out and yet still begging for more. Greedy little cockslut.” Jimin hissed as his hands left your hips in favor of roughly groping your breasts instead.

You clenched around him at his degrading words, and the thief let out a breathy moan as he twitched inside you.

“You’re so cockdumb, kitten. Just taking everything I give you.” he panted out, the exertion from fucking you so fervently really starting to show.

“Jimin…” you begged breathlessly, “kiss me.”

Jimin maneuvered the two of you to pull you closer, your lips meeting in a clumsy kiss. You whined into his mouth as his rhythm started to falter slightly. Your nails scratched down his back as his length slowly dragged inside of you. Jimin let out the most beautiful sounding moan you had ever heard as he desperately chased your lips.

“Fuck. I’ve been behind bars too long, my stamina isn’t what it used to be. Not gonna last much longer, kitten.” the red head warned, his voice strained.

“Me either. I’m getting close. Are you gonna cum with me, Jimin?” you rasped out as his cock was reaching all the right spots inside you.

Instead of answering, Jimin kissed you with so much passion that you felt like you might break apart from the inside out. You whimpered helplessly into his mouth as one of the thief’s gloved hands slid up your body to wrap around your neck. Jimin squeezed just slightly, and your walls clenched down hard around him. He groaned, his speed starting to pick up again as his thrusts grew more stuttered. Jimin pulled back so he could look at you as you neared your high together, his hand around your throat applying pressure every so often and making you feel weightless for a few moments at a time.

“Jimin...can’t...gonna cum.” you cried, beginning to shake in his hold.

“I’m right there with you, kitten. It’s okay.” Jimin reassured you before tightening his hold around your neck, “Cum for me now.”

You were coming undone as soon as the thief’s hand let up on the pressure around your throat, a string of curses and cries of Jimin’s name leaving your lips.

“Shit, kitten.”

Jimin bit down on your shoulder, stifled moans and groans escaping him as he twitched and filled up the condom inside you. He carefully pulled out a moment later and helped to move you to lay back down to catch your breath for a few minutes. Jimin found a trash bag to put the condom in before redressing himself. He beamed down at you in your still post orgasm haze and took your face into his hands.

“You know something?” he started, his voice soft.

“Mmm, what’s that?” you asked back, your own voice sounding far away.

Jimin leaned down to press his lips to your temple, “If I had to go through all of this again, and I mean all of it, just to have this one night with you. I would do it in a heartbeat.”

The tears that pricked your eyes made you feel more vulnerable than you had for this entire ordeal. Jimin frowned at you before kissing them away, which only made you cry harder.

“I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna take you back.” you sobbed, and Jimin was immediately pulling you up and into his arms..

“I know, I know. Shhh, it’s okay, kitten. It’s all gonna be okay.” he whispered into your hair.

Several moments of silence passed with Jimin just holding you while he waited for you to calm down. Once you had composed yourself, you began picking up your clothes from the floor and redressed with Jimin’s help. The thief flashed you a sad smile as you turned the ignition and prepared to back out of the parking lot and back to reality. You froze, however, when your phone suddenly lit up with Jin’s name. Jimin noticed it too, and you could’ve sworn he looked almost, nervous?

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s Jin, he’s probably just worried about me. I’m just gonna let him know I’m okay, and then we’ll head back.” you told Jimin as you retrieved your phone from its holder on the vent closest to you.

“Jin, hey. I know you were really worried about tonight, but everything went fine and I actually have really good news.” you greeted him.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully. Where are you right now?” Jin demanded, sounding noticeably on edge.

“I’m still with Jimin, but we’re about to drive back. Why?”

“Wait. You’re with Jimin right now?!”

“Yes. Jin, what’s going on?”

“Y/N, you need to get out of there. Right. Now.”

You felt the beginning of a pit forming in your stomach.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You saw Jimin shift nervously in his seat out of the corner of your eye.

“Listen to me, you have to get out of there. I just talked to Joon, and Jimin’s mysterious visitor paid off one of the guards at the prison to let him in to talk to Jimin. Y/N, it was Jungkook that went to see him. I tried to go by Jungkook’s place tonight to talk to him some more, but when I got to his apartment the door was unlocked and all his stuff was gone. I think they’ve been planning something this whole time. I think Jungkook is probably on his way right n-”

You gasped as Jimin ripped your phone out of your hand and ended the call. You stared at him in shock, the pit in your stomach growing larger and larger.

“Jimin, please tell me he’s lying. Tell me this wasn’t all just a set up. Please.” you pleaded, surprised to hear the brokenness of your own voice.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but it had to be this way. Once this story gets out, I’m not safe, and neither is Jungkook. I can’t just sit in a prison cell and wait for Yoongi to come after me.”

Your heart sank, and tears were filling your eyes once more.

“J-Joon is c-coming for us, s-so it’s not gonna m-matter anyway.” you stuttered out as it got increasingly harder to breathe.

Jimin just shook his head, “Jungkook will be here long before him. And by the time Joon does get here, we’ll already be way ahead of him.”

“Jimin, please! Please don’t do this! I can still help you!” you sobbed, desperately grasping for his hands.

The thief just brushed you off before once again retrieving the handcuffs. Your hand was already reaching for the door handle, but you were just a second too late as Jimin closed the metal around one of your wrists and the other around the steering wheel. He pulled your car keys out a moment later and threw them over your backseat and into the trunk, along with your phone and the key to the handcuffs. You stared at him in horror as you frantically pulled against the cuffs.

“You bastard! Don’t do this!” you shrieked, and your heart broke even more at seeing the sight of tears in Jimin’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, Y/N.” he cried before burying his face in his hands.

“Please, Jimin,” you begged, choking on your sobs, “don’t do this. Don’t leave me.”

The thief was picking his head up a moment later, seeming to have regained his composure for the moment.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me.”

“Go to hell.” you spat back at him, the anger of the betrayal starting to overcome the sadness.

“Look, Jungkook is coming to get me. And like you said, Joon is coming for you. Now listen, you still have your story, and no one needs to know what really happened here tonight. Jungkook and I disappear, you get to keep your story and your job, and Yoongi is brought to justice. When Joon gets here, you’re going to tell him that I overpowered you and knocked you out, and when you came to, you were cuffed to the steering wheel and I was gone.”

You scoffed, “Go fuck yourself, Park.”

“Y/N please, don’t ruin your career over this. Over me. Tonight will stay between you and me. And for what it’s worth, I meant everything I said to you. Every single word. I know you have no reason to believe me, but it’s true. I wish we could have met some other way because I think I could have really fallen for you. Thank you for giving me my freedom tonight and for actually treating me like a human being all the times we talked. I was dying in that prison, and you saved me.”

You let out a broken sob, your chest aching. You heard the sound of what seemed to be a motorcycle pulling up next to your car on Jimin’s side. A gloved hand was knocking on the window a moment later, and Jimin rolled it down to reveal Jungkook.

“Hey dude, you ready to go? I think Jin might be onto us and- Whoa what the fuck is this? Not that I’m not used to seeing you with girls in handcuffs but-”

“Kook, we don’t have time for this! Jin knows, and Joon is coming for her. We gotta go. Now.”

“Shit, okay. Well hop on, and let’s get the hell out of here then.”

Jimin turned back to look at you, sadness lingering in his eyes.

“Jimin.”

It was a plea, a wish, a goodbye, a promise.

“Y/N.”

Jimin reached across to cradle your cheek and press his lips to yours one more time. You could taste it. His sorrow, his regret, how much this was tearing him apart. And yet he was still doing it. He was still leaving you. The thief pulled away after what felt like forever, and set something that you couldn’t make out through your tears on the dashboard.

“I’m really sorry about this, Y/N. And please tell Jin I’m sorry too.” were Jungkook’s parting and only words to you.

And then the two of them were swinging themselves up onto Jungkook’s bike and tearing off into the night.

When Joon arrived shortly after, along with a private detective named Kim Taehyung, you could barely register the world around you. You were drained, and you felt hollow inside. After retrieving your things from the trunk and freeing you, they both questioned you on what had happened, and you tried to piece a story together as best as you could. You could tell Joon knew you too well to know there was more to it, but he also could see the state you were in, so he didn’t push it.

“Why don’t you come stay with me tonight? I’ll crash on the couch, and you can have my bed. You’ve been through a lot, and I don’t think you should be alone.” your friend suggested as he stood next to you outside your car with a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, okay.” you agreed quietly.

“Alright, so let’s get your things and I can take you back to your car in the morning, okay?”

You just nodded before retrieving your bag from the car, the item Jimin had left behind on the dash finally coming into focus as it blinked a bright red in the darkness. His tracker that Joon had placed on him. Crafty bastard.

The next day, you met up with Jin by your car bright and early. You knew you wouldn’t have to explain anything to him, and that you could trust him without putting his job at risk.

“Remind me what we’re doing out here at the ass crack of dawn please?”

“I never wanna see this car again.”

“Y/N, what do you mean?”

“I mean I want this car to be destroyed. Demolished. Completely gone from my life.”

Just like Jimin… Jin gave you a sympathetic look, and you could feel angry tears burning your eyes.

“Will you help me?” you asked him, sounding like a small child.

Your friend smiled sadly at you, “Of course.”

"You know, you should at least cheer up a little. We’re sitting on the story of our careers, just hours from being published.” Jin said as he was driving you back to your apartment after the events of the morning.

You just nodded and tried to give a genuine smile, before turning your attention to staring out the window. It was silent for several moments before Jin spoke again.

“Sometimes the best stories come with a price. You and I both know that all too well.” he reminded you.

And he was right, of course. The price for this story had just ended up being so much higher than you ever could have prepared for. A thief had stolen your heart and ran away with it. Your thief. And who knows if you would ever get it back...

#bts #jimin #bts smut #jimin smut #networkbangtan

[frenziedslashers]

Late Night Beers That Lead To Tears

Pairing: Mordecai(Borderlands) x reader

Warnings: Angsty, No Established-Relationship at first, Loss of a loved one/pet, Borderlands 2 Wildlife Exploration spoilers, discussions of alcohol and using alcohol to forget, this was written at like 2am so I apologize if it's shit. I was in a mood and had to write something for him lmao

This is pure self indulgent because I have seen like zero fics of him on here. If you like borderlands and want to send some requests, send em in. I will either write a hc list or a one shot for you. If I am familiar enough with the character 😌💙💚

His body was already swaying and the two of you had only returned from the failed mission nearly an hour and a half ago. His eyes staring off at nothing important, mind obviously everywhere but there. "Mordy," You started in, stepping towards the man you grew to love. The one person on this godforsaken planet that seemed to understand you. He didn't speak, hardly even motioned that he was listening to you. Besides the brief eye contact, eyes red and puffy from the silent tears that fell down his face. "Why don't you go lay down? You need the rest, okay?" You tried to convince him, but he wasn't having any of it.

He pushed past you, which only made you sigh. You knew he was going through a rough one, Bloodwing was killed in front of the both of you. It was only reasonable, so you did your best to try and push aside the slight irritation that bubbled within you.

"Where are you going?" You hoped to get a response from him, especially since you saw he wasn't heading for the bunks, but rather the door to leave the building. "To get moor booze," His voice was slurred, along with his accent, which only made it harder to understand him. "Mordecai," You called out once more. Quickening your steps as you jogged towards him. "What?" He snapped, expecting you to stop him from his run. It would make sense, anyways. You always hated watching him drink his pain away, he seemed to always be in pain or drunk, but you weren't stopping him now. No, not after the events of today.

"Can I join you?" He paused, staring down at you with a slight shocked expression. Sure, he was drunk already, hell when wasn't he drunk? He still wasn't expecting you to ask to join him to drink himself closer to death. He wasn't about to deny the company, though. Especially the company of yourself. "Sure."

The both of you walked your way to Moxxi's and then back to the bunks, neither of you choosing to go home; rather staying within the base on the beds that were there for you all if needed. "Sorry I had ya go in alone," He spoke up as the two of you sat down on the bed. A case of booze in each hand. "Don't worry about it, Mordy. I know your history with Moxxi." He only chuckled at your words, leaning back against the wall with a sigh. Taking a swig of his beverage, you doing the same.

It wasn't long before the silence that took over between the two of you got a bit tense. The two of you were used to sitting with one another. Enjoying the presence of one another, and nothing more. Comfortable silence was easy to find between the both of you with all the missions the both of you had went on together throughout the years, but this one felt different. The silence of grief. The silence of a friend in need.

"Thank you." His voice made you tense, relaxing shortly after you realized it was only him. Snapping yourself from the racing thoughts within your head. Thoughts that were searching for ideas to help comfort the man that sat beside you. "For what?" You asked, glancing over to him. Watching as he shifted and then looked down at the floor. Leaning forward off the bed so his elbows could rest on his knees. "Being there for me, I suppose." You gave him a small smile, nodding your head softly as you scooted so you were a bit closer to him. Reaching your hand closest to him so it rested between his shoulders. Rubbing his back soothingly. "Of course, anything for mi amigo." He chuckled at your words, slightly leaning into you at your touch.

"I just can't believe she's gone." His voice seemed to lower at his words, sadness laced within his tone. "She was everything to me, one of my closest friends." You listened, keeping up your movements on his back to assure him that you were right there and still listening. "She was my girl, and he took her from me." His voice began to crack. Knuckles turning white as the one clenched around nothing and the other clenched around the rakk-ale bottle in his hand. "It's all my fault, too, I let her get caught, I wasn't quick enough."

"Hey, hey," You called out to him, setting your bottle on the end table near the bunk so you could turn your body to face him. "Mordecai, look at me," Your hands reached up to his face when he didn't turn to look at you. One hand resting on his shoulder while the other cupped the side of his face. With his face now turned to face you, you could see the tears that were rolling down his face again. The way his eyes darted away with shame for all the emotions he was showing in front of you, but something in him refused to leave you even if he was ashamed. His eyes looking back to yours when you wiped the tears from his face with your thumbs, cupping both sides of his face now in attempts to calm him.

"None of that today was your fault, okay?" He chuckled at your words, scoffing a bit at the concept of none of that being his fault. "Did you not pay attention to anything that happened today, hermoso?" He questioned, a bite to his tone. Yet the endearment was still carefully placed. "Yes, I was there fighting with you, and you did everything that you could to save her. If anything it would be both our faults for letting her get caught, I was there with you." He frowned at your words, "It wasn't your fault though," "Was it not? I was there with you when she was captured, I was there with you when she died. If it's your fault, then it's just as much my fault as well." He didn't respond, he only looked to the side, pouting.

Your hands dropped back into your lap with a sigh. His eyes watching them fall with a slight frown. "Mordecai, for the years that I've known you, you've got to be one of the stubbornest guys I've met." He didn't respond. "You did everything that you could to save her, you have every right to feel the way that you do right now. She was your world, the only friend you ever had, I get that, but this wasn't your fault. None of us would have known Jack would have directly targeted you like that. It was unpreventable." He nodded at your words, though you couldn't tell if he was accepting what you were saying, or only pretending to so you would shut up. "She wasn't my only friend, you know?" He spoke, and you chuckled. "Really? If you're gonna say it's me you don't have to. We all know you only use me for help." Typically he would laugh at your snide remark, spit one right back at you like a skag, but his mood right now was entirely different than his typical one.

"Why would you even say that?" He was offended, frown settling on his lips as he looked over to you. "I think the world of you, if I didn't think of you as a friend, or even as something more than a friend, I wouldn't be sitting here listening to you for the past five hours." He was over-exaggerating and you both knew it. It had only been about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes since you both had gotten back to the bunks. "I was kidding," you told him with a weary smile. "Sorry." Your apology made him shake his head, looking back at you with a frown. "No, I need you to understand that I care about you. alright? I do, I really do. I know, everyone thinks I only cared about Bloodwing, and that I was someone who had no amigos, but they've got it all wrong." He rambled, his words making you smile a bit as he waved his hands around while he spoke. "Te quiro, it hurts to admit, but I'd rather lose Bloodwing than you." the words slipped from his lips faster than he could process them. You stared at him with a bit of disbelief, though he hardly seemed to be paying attention to what he was saying.

"You're one of the only people that I can work with without wanting to hide away and never come out," He continued, but you were hardly listening to him now. "Mordecai," you tried to stop him, but it wasn't working. "You're just so... So..." He pondered for the word, furrowing his brows as he stared at the wall. "So kind and," "Mordecai," You snapped, stopping his drunken ramble. "What?" He looked over to you with furrowed brows, wondering why in the hell you were stopping him in the middle of his sentence. "I get it, okay, now how about you lay down before you say anything else you regret in the morning, okay?" You told him with a soft chuckle, reaching up to squeeze his shoulder. "Mi amor, I won't regret anything I say, I never do." You laughed a bit at that, moving off the bed so you could take the cases of beer and move them into the fridge for later. "I'm sure you never do, get some sleep, Mordy." He nodded his head, letting a yawn escape his lips as he climbed up into the bed, long body lying stiff on the sheets.

"Will you sleep next to me?" You turned to look at him when he spoke, nearly to the doorway to head for the fridge. This wasn't the first time he's asked you to lay down with him, the two of you have had to share the same bed a few times. Wether it be for warmth or because there was no where else to sleep, but this felt different. This was for comfort, something that Mordecai seemed to deny from everyone, yet he was asking for it from you. "Yeah, let me put this stuff away first." He nodded, rolling onto his side so he was now facing the wall.

Once you returned he was a moments short of falling asleep on you. Eyes barely parting when you climbed over him to slip into the spot between him and the wall. "Night, Mordy." You muttered, stomach fluttering when his arms wrapped tightly around you. Your own arms wrapping around his in response. "Night, mi amor."

Mordecai woke up first between the both of you. His eyes parting when he felt the familiar feeling of pins and needles in his arm, glancing down to figure out why it was falling asleep. When he saw you curled up against his chest he froze. His arm felt like it was near ready to fall off, but he didn't dare move you off of it. Only reaching down with his free hand to brush some of the hair from your face. You always looked so peaceful and at ease when you slept, a small smile forming on his lips. Leaning down with a sigh, pressing his lips to your forehead. He allowed his eyes to fall closed, soaking in this moment, even if you were asleep. Smiling a bit more when your body shifted closer to his. His own arms wrapping around yours while he held onto you. Moments like these were ones that he enjoyed. He had these feelings for you that refused to leave, and moments like these fed the need for you that bubbled within him. The want and need to hold you close, to keep you safe.

"Te amo hermoso." He muttered under his breath, "I love you, too, Mordy." You muttered under your breath, arms tightening around his waist to prevent him from pulling away. "What?" He spoke, voice a bit louder than he intended for it to be. Looking down when you leant away from him to look up at him. "Was I not supposed to respond?" You asked with a raised brow, and he chuckled. A mix of emotions racing through him. "You were supposed to be asleep," He sputtered, "Well," you hummed, scooting up so your face was closer to his his. Reaching up to place the palm of your hand on his cheek. "Don't tease me, did you mean it in a friendly way or..." He trailed off, squirming a bit when you smirked at him. "I meant it in a non-friendly-way. A, as you put it last night, something-more-than-friends, way." You added, smile widening when you saw the realization hit his face. His eyes were filled with so many emotions, embarrassment, disbelief, exhaustion. It made you chuckle a bit at the way he seemed to try and figure out how to attack this situation next. "Are you sure you aren't just saying that to make me feel better?"

You took it into your own hands for him. Leaning in closer so your lips were ghosting his, Mordecai sucking in a breath at your actions, his hands racing to your hips. "Will a kiss convince you?" You questioned, looking into his eyes, waiting for a response. Mordecai didn't give you one, though. He rather leant in to seal the deal. His hand moving up to your face from your hip. The kiss was rough at first, no rythym to it at all, but it quickly leveled out. The roughness to it fading when you both relaxed into it, realzing neither one of you were going anywhere - that this was really happening.

When you pulled away it took a moment for his eyes to open. "Woah," was all he could say, panting softly before letting his eyes flutter open to look at you. "That was-" "About damn time." Rolands rumbling voice had you both jolting up into a sitting position, staring at him with mortified looks. You both had forgotten you were still in the compound, rather than your apartment or his home.

"What?" You were the first to speak up, Roland letting out a throaty chuckle. "I was thinking the two of you would never act on your feelings." "Did they finally come clean?" Lilith asked from the doorway, Roland nodding over to his girlfriend. "You guys knew?" Mordecai wasn't talking still, just watching his two friends rather closely. Eyeing the exit behind them with a burning desire to run. "Yeah, ever since Mordecais laid eyes on you." Your whole body felt hot with embarrassment, stomach twisting and turning. "Let's get out of here." Mordecai murmured in your ear, taking your hand to lead you out of the door. Hardly giving you time to process what was happening before he was pulling you towards the fast travel station. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Lilith shouted out to you both, Mordecai swatting his hand towards the girl with a groan. It was too early for this, and he wanted away from it. To be in the safety of his bed with you back in his arms. The ideal distraction, that he prayed would never stop distracting him.

#bl mordecai #borderlands 2 #borderlands 2 fanfiction #borderlands mordecai #mordecai x reader #mordecai borderlands #fanfiction #x reader #mordecai

[hyvcklvr]

I have read quite a few of your fics and they’re literally so good😭😭 i’ve never requested before so not sure if i’m doing this right but may i request a Jaehyun x reader work inspired by The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift (preferably angsty with a happy ending) or a work inspired by Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift (angst angst to the max) I’ve been in a sad Taylor phase as you can probably tell😭 It’s up to you to choose either song and i’m excited to see how it will turn out. Thank you in advance💕💕💕

Champagne Problems

Title: Champagne Problems Pairing: Jeong Jaehyun x reader Genre: angst, slight fluff if you squint

Thank you so much for requesting! And also, when are we NOT in the sad Taylor phase lmao. I was in a particularly angsty mood today (reasonable considering I have been reading angsty fics since this morning) but like THE ENDING IS SO MESSY I really didn't wanna leave it hanging like that but ugh I cannot go on without just a little bit of hope at the end shjsjsjsisbsh. I chose Champagne Problems bcs I am too much in love with the song but I might consider writing something based on The Way I Loved You later. For now, I hope you enjoy this 💚

Requests open, check out my song request event~ -----------------------------------------------------------------

It wasn't how this relationship was meant to be.

You and Jaehyun were supposed to be a happy couple, satisfied with the relationship, you two were so in love with each other.

But that night, both of you had different plans.

Jaehyun was excited, he was finally going to take a huge step in the relationship. He looked at your picture, tucked away in his wallet safely, and felt a gush of adrenaline flow through him. He surfed through god knows how many jewellery stores until he found the perfect one.

You were devastated, wanting to think over your decisions over and over again, but ending up with the same depressing result. You had to let go.

Jaehyun had everything ready, the lights, the music, and when you entered the room, he greeted you with the most loving kiss ever. He had a slight doubt in his mind- a doubt which said that maybe you won't accept him, but he brushed it off, deciding to focus on the positive.

And while you two danced softly to the music with a glass of expensive champagne in your hands, he said the sweetest things. “You mean the world to me, and I'll always love you.” He had said.

Bitterness and guilt crept into your heart at that moment, and you left his hands while you two were dancing, finally saying that you couldn't be with him anymore.

That night, you left him with a broken heart and a ring.

A part of you wanted to cry, scream, because you know you just lost the most precious thing in your life. But the other part, was happy, because you knew that you weren't gonna hurt the most precious person in your life, if he wasn't in your life anymore. You had shattered his heart, made of glass, into pieces, pieces which would take ages to come together again.

Jaehyun's doubts came true. He had already told his family that he would be proposing to you, asking you to be his, and he saw the look in their faces- they were so happy to see his eyes lighted up, and his heart filled with love again.

He didn't know how he would face his family now.

You often wondered what you would tell him if he ever asked you why you left him- you didn't know the reason yourself. What was holding you back from being with him?

Jaehyun knew he couldn't get you back, get back the love of his life. And you knew that if he ever asked for a reason why you left him, you couldn't give him one.

And you wrote him a letter, months after the incident, saying,

“I know that you will find someone better, someone who will patch up the tapestry I shred, someone who will not let your hand go while dancing, someone who will accept your ring, your love, someone who will be there for you, someone who will never leave you alone and heartbroken, a relationship that won't end. And I know that you will keep her picture in your wallet, and you won't remember me, and all my champagne problems. -Y/n”

But the only thing you got in response from him was something, which made the familiar feeling of butterflies creep up into your stomach, even after all these days, but you had to surpress it, far down below in your heart.

“I want that someone, to be no one else, but you. -Jeong Jaehyun.”

Masterlist

#nct #nct u #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct fluff #fluff #idol x reader #jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 fluff #jaehyun fluff #song request event

[autisticstarseed]

:^) the worst of all the recurring moods i get is when im angry and people are actually being nice/comforting to me but it makes me even more angry like. idk if its an overstimulation thing or what but someone could hug me and say smth like Itll be ok and it infuriates me it makes me wanna wrestle out of their grip and slam the door on them and hide somewhere and thats so ?? not like me at all? ???? its cliche but it kind of literally makes me feel like a monster or at the very least a big irrational asshole

#d//on'/t r/e/b//lo/g/ #neg// /// #ihate it!! ! !i wana scream #this is one of the first times in a long time though that #this type of anger has me simultaneously feeling immense guilt for the bad thoughts #and idk if thats better or worse? ??????????? im gonnajgjgfjgjgjgjjg #like obviously it Feels Worse but #at least maybe itll keep me from being the bitch i feel like being right now lmao #idk whats going on honestly i laid in bed and off and on slept for like 2 extra hours and i swear ti felt like it lasted Days #and then i wake up and i wanna Kill something #sleeping extra is supposed to like HElp you r brain #also wait speaking of not being a bitch let me clarify #i am not mad about anything specific from literally anyone i am just #mad in general #i really woke up mad like i tried to shake it but its bb ad #and if you have said anything kind or comforting to me today i love you and will get back to you on it im just feeling ugly right now #like usually im begging for support but this kinda mood is just #the very stereotypical angsty teen LEAVE ME ALONE MOM mood #and like feel free to say nice things cuz i Will appreciate it later a Lot #idk now im jjust rambling i just #literally feel like im two people right now like obviously im not but im just going straight from Look at me and ill kk ill you #to Im sos orry i dont mean that you're so k ind #what the fucnk

[kisslettrs]

haikyuu characters talking after a fight with their s/o

featuring: lev, kuroo, suna

a/n: first post woo! hope you enjoy this ! ALSO UM. THEY TURNED OUT TO BE SO MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT THEYD BE??? ESPECIALLY KUROOS LMAO THEYRE NEVER THIS LONG I PROMISE DONT GET YOUR HOPES UP OR VICE VERSA. also not beta read soz 💔

warnings: none i don’t think? relationship fights ig. oh and angsty with some gushy shit at the end for each of them 💞

→ HAIBIA LEV

you and lev rarely get into fights. only small complains about his behavior and him whining, or friendly petty arguments. but last night was different... I guess you could say.

lev was always pretty immature and playful yeah, but sometimes it felt like he never took anything seriously. it felt as though he never took him and your relationship seriously. especially now, when you decided to confront him about it.

“why are you laughing...?” you asked, staring at him

“i-i’m sorry, y/n honey, i just...!” he said, covering his mouth as a half assed attempt to keep in his laughter.

“lev, i know it’s just in your nature to act like this but I’m being genuine. i’m not joking, please. you’re doing it again! please just listen—!”

you were cut off again by the sounds of your significant other’s laughter, causing all your frustration to let loose.

“lev haiba!”

he immediately stopped, before looking at you in the eyes, his thin pupils meeting yours.

“i’m sorry. but lev, please can you just take me seriously for once?! i love you, but you need to understand that you can’t just—!” you frailed your hand around, motioning towards him, you, whatever this scene was. “—you can’t just do this all the time I—!”

before you could finish, your mind had been too pent up with frustration. “nevermind...” you grabbed your bag, before rushing out the door, not giving him the chance to talk.

fast forward next day, and you checked your phone.

[32 new messages from favorite dork 💝]

you sigh heavily, before letting the cold feeling of guilt claw at the back of your head. you hadn’t mean to make lev worry, you just needed your time alone. although if you did have to be honest with yourself, leaving without a ‘i love you,’ or hell even just a ‘bye’ was cruel.

as you opened your messages, you were bombarded with messages of pleas and apologizes that were sent at 9:21 PM last night, moments after you left his house. the guilt swallowed your stomach again, your hands slowly typing; “it’s ok hun. really. I love you too.” and pressing send.

you threw your phone onto your bed, before deciding to get ready. you and lev never really saw each other much since you two were in different grades, he was a first year, you were a second. you both had to wait after school, or well... maybe moments after. your phone buzzed a few times, but you decided to ignore it. it was too early.

schools over, and you’re walking home. you were gonna talk to lev today, just not now. you didn’t wanna interrupt his volleyball training just for some stupid relationship issue. as soon as you reach home however, you see a familiar tall figure fidgeting on his phone.

“...lev?” you called out, causing the silver haired boy to whip his head around, his eyes lighting up. “Y/N!”

he quickly shoved his phone inside his pocket, before running up to you and embracing you in a warm hug, shaking you a little. “y/n! y/n! i’m sorry for being stupid last night, I’m sorry, i’m so sorry.” he was squeezing you tight, and god did it hurt hearing his voice break like that.

“lev, sweetie, i told you it’s okay, really.” you spoke, caressing his back. he seemed to stay still for a moment, before speaking once again. “is this okay? me holding you like this, is this okay or do you... need space?”

you smiled softly. it made you happy lev wanted to make sure he wasn’t overstepping any of your boundaries. you felt your other arm hold him. “yeah, this is okay.” you swore you could feel him smile out of relief.

“i’m... i’m sorry again y/n honey, it’s just hard for me, i don’t...” he paused. “it’s just...difficult for me to handle situations like that.” you nuzzled into his shoulder. “it’s okay, you dork. i understand.” you reassured him again.

“but—!” he pushed back, meeting your eyes. “i’m gonna try...i’m gonna try harder. i’m gonna try to be better, for you y/n! i love you so much... i’ll do my best.” god, this dork. no wonder you loved him so much. you cupped his cheeks. “i’ll do better too lev, i won’t be as mean again. i promise, i love you too, so much.”

and with that, both of your faces met, and the two of you kissed lightly.

→ KUROO TETSURO

you and kuroo get into small arguments here and there like every other couple, and whenever you do you two usually recover quickly. you both like to call them ‘squicks.’

however, that night there was no denying that wasn’t any other normal squick you two had. no, that was a fight.

kuroo and you haven’t had a moment alone that wasn’t just you and him walking back home, and it’s been making you upset. so uh, that night you decided to confront him about it.

yeah it didn’t go well uhh

“i know we’re like, a couple y/n. but honey you have to understand i’m busy. you have friends don’t you? go hang out with them or something.”

“yeah, i know kuroo, and trust me i’m happy for you! but you’ve been so distant, we haven’t had a moment alone that lasted more than 5 minutes for like, 2 months! it wasn’t a big deal then, but i miss you and i’m worried.”

you paused, before continuing. “don’t you wanna spend some time with me? just, for like 30 minutes? don’t you miss me?”

“i do, y/n. i miss you and i love you. but like i said i’m busy with volleyball, you aren’t my top priority right now.”

“it’s been 2 months kuroo!” you shouted, causing him to widen his eyes. “don’t you understand? i’m not asking for your top attention, I’m asking for you to give me 25% of it at least!”

it was quiet for a moment. “sorry.” was all he said, before turning around his eyes focused on the volleyball between his feet.

you felt hurt and frustrated. “you know what? fine.” he immediately went back to look at you, seeing you grab your bag. “see you whenever you feel like to acknowledge my existence, I guess. bye.”

as soon as you touched the doorknob, you could hear him get up and say the words ‘wait, baby wait—‘ but you had enough. you needed to air out your head of the tension and frustration of the house and you left. you felt tears peak at the corner of your eyes as soon as you did.

next day, and you’ve been feeling shittier than usual. as soon as you woke up, you turned to make you lay on your back, staring at your ceiling and thinking; “was i too harsh? am i being too selfish? too clingy?”

you loved what your boyfriend did and you were perfectly fine with him having his time to himself. you knew you weren’t his top priority and he wasn’t yours. but 2 months with little to no communication felt too long. was it wrong to want to spend at least 30 minutes with your boyfriend? was that too much to ask for?

the anxiety raced to your head again. what if you were being too clingy. maybe kuroo had the right to be upset too. you were being too selfish, stop thinking of yourself so often. you curled up into your side. you didn’t want to think about it, and you didn’t want to see him in the halls either. you didn’t even wanna check your phone to see if you messaged you.

you decided to skip, staying home, watching TV and playing some games. you couldn’t mentally handle seeing him. at least not for right now.

some time passes by, and your phone is buzzing. you checked the time from the small clock on your wall, seeing the handles pointing towards 4:30 PM. oh wow, after school clubs should be over too.

you grabbed your phone to see who it’s by, knowing deep down it was who you thought it was.

[23 new messages by Hubby 😾💗]

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something...]

[2 missed calls by Hubby 😾💗]

choosing to ignore kuroo for now, you swiped at Kenma’s notification and read the full message.

[Kyanma: uhh hey y/n? did something happen with kuroo that youre aware of??? he seemed so much more down than usual during practice.

you: no. we rarely talk anymore because of practice lol I guess.

Kyanma: ???

Kyanma: Did something happen between YOU two?

you: we had a fight. im not really in the mood to talk to him. I skipped school. itll be back to normal in a few more days, sorry for the inconvenience snchsychsj

Kyanma: you two should resolve that. like seriously. hope u two feel better tho, bye✌️

you: we will hopefully lol bye kenma !!]

sighing, you placed your phone down on the small coffee table infront of you, but as soon did, you heard a knock coming from your front door. humming in response, you got up and made your way towards the front door, but decided to look through the peephole to make sure it wasn’t some scammer person or creep.

well, it was neither of those two but it was in fact no one else other than kuroo tetsuro. you sighed heavily again, before unlocking the door and turning the knob opening up to your boyfriend.

“hey y/n.”

“hi kuroo.”

you folded your arms, deciding to put up a strong facade, pretending you weren’t mentally screaming and that anxiety wasn’t clawing at your back. “did you forget something or...?”

kuroo brought his hand to the back of neck, awkwardly scratching it. “yeah uh...” he looked around, not wanting to make eye contact. “um. listen y/n.” he made his way to grab your hands, holding them together. “i’m sorry. i really am.”

“please don’t touch me. not right now at least...” even though you seemed so desperate for his touch the other night, you really did need your space. kuroo seemed alarmed at first, quickly swiping his hands back, wanting to respect your space. “of course baby! i’m sorry for acting too soon.”

you watched him scramble around a bit, finding it a bit cute. “can I come inside?” he asked. you nodded, and both of you went inside and sat to your coach.

“like I said y/n. i know ive been distant, and ive missed you so much. god, do I miss you. i wanna hug you and cuddle you so bad but volleyball and the nationals have been bugging me i couldn’t have find the proper time. i’m just scared... and I...”

“kuroo.” you said. his head snatched upwards, looking at you. you were gonna say something as soon as he did but the look he gave you caught you off guard. he looked like a cat pleading.

as soon as you pushed away the thoughts of him being stupidly adorable, you continued your sentence. “I understand, and i’m sorry for being too clingy. i just miss you a lot. i’m willing to wait for you, baby.” as soon as you said that, you saw his eyes pierce through your soul. fuck did I say something wrong.

before you could say anything else, it was kuroo’s turn to speak. “no baby. it’s alright, you aren’t the one at fault here it was me. i’m sorry for not listening to you that night. i’m gonna be a better boyfriend, i’m gonna be the boyfriend you deserve through and through.”

fucking idiot, i’m the one who was supposed to say sorry, not you! You didn’t say anything for a moment, before laughing lightly. “babe? i love you but i have to be the one who takes at least, 50% of the fault. it’s okay, i love you and i forgive you. and i’m happy for what you’re doing and how far you’ve come.” you placed your hand on his. “you can touch me now.”

his eyes immediately lit up, his lips curving into a smile and you swore you could see tears start forming in his eyes before he launched himself onto you. “my god y/n, how did i get so lucky. i love you so much, i love you so much.” he hugged you tight. you laughed. “i love you too kuroo. so much, i love you so much. i’m the lucky one.”

he pulled away and brought you to a kiss. before you could respond, he asked, “are you free saturday?”

→ SUNA RINTARO

while suna and you disagreed on a lot of things from time to time, you two usually both came to a mutual agreement and it wasn’t anything big.

but lately he seemed even more off than usual. communication was such a huge thing between both of you, but he seemed to just not be...cooperating?

suna is someone who doesn’t like expressing his emotions. and as his significant other, you felt like understanding him was a priority. but you just didn’t sometimes and it made you worry. him being distant did not help.

one day when you decided to bring it up, the situation got a bit... out of hand

“what?” he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. “i don’t know. suna i care for you, and you just never helping me understand makes me extremely upset! i know it’s hard for you, but...”

you could feel him roll his eyes. “i don’t know what you’re going on about y/n,” he looked at you. “but really, i’m fine. do you not trust me to talk to you or something?”

“no..!” you denied. “listen. youve been getting more and more tired each day and i could tell. you’ve been ghosting me too.”

“...what?” he basically hissed it. “i’m not an asshole y/n. nothing is wrong. why do you keep trying to butt your head into my life every second?” his voice began to raise.

this was rare. even when he did raise his voice at you, it was never filled with negative intent but this time...

“i can take care of myself, y/n. i don’t need you and your noisy nose in my business all the time. sorry if you feel like you’re on baby sitting duty, but you really don’t need to be so clingy and emotional all the time...”

well damn. his words hurt. a lot.

“sorry for caring for you then, damn...” you grumble under your breath. you quickly grabbed your house keys and bags. he perked his head up. “y/n? where are you going?”

you didn’t reply. “y/n!” you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the pain in your chest and stomach, before opening the door and leaving.

as soon as you woke up, your head hurt more than usual. those words must’ve hit you deeper than they should’ve, huh?

maybe i was just being too clingy, you thought, and those thoughts hadn’t left your mind the whole morning. whatever, you’ll just apologize after school.

you haven’t seen suna at all that day, not on the walk to school, not in the halls, not in his classroom. he was... nowhere. when you went to the volleyball club after school, asking if any of the members had seen him all of them replied with a simple ‘no.’

kita specically had been giving you long glances ever since you arrived. once you finally reached him, instead of denying seeing your boyfriend, he told you, “he wasn’t in school at all i assume. maybe he’s at home.”

home? why would he be home? maybe he was feeling sick...

you bowed and thanked him and the rest of the teammates before leaving. on your way home, you decided to stop by a connivence store and buy him his favorite snack, chuupet. or well, just jelly fruit snacks. you bought 2 packs for you and him, hoping it was a good time to apologize.

you walked up to his house, knocked lightly on the door and was greeted by his mother. “ah~ greetings y/n!” you smiled lightly and gave her a wave. “good afternoon! say, is rintaro home?” you asked. she nodded, moving to the side as a way to invite you in the house. “he should be in his room!”

“thank you!” you bowed quickly before making your way up the stairs. as soon as you passed by his sisters room, there you were infront of his. with your free hand, you lightly held a fist and began knocking on his door.

“suna? rintaro?” you called out. you would call him by a sweet pet name but remembering last night, you didn’t wanna break any boundaries. the room was quiet, and though you really didn’t wanna disturb him, you wanted to make sure he was okay. as soon as you did, however, you were greeted by a sight that broke your heart.

suna rintaro, the boy you loved so much, had his hair messier than usual, his eyes seemed red from crying and he was up against his bed frame, his phone in his hand. when he looked up, he saw you, his eyes widening.

“...y-y/n?” you stood there frozen. “rintaro...honey my god,” you quickly went up to him. “what happened?” you looked at him, his gaze looking down. you wanted to hug him so bad, but yet again, that argument you had last night prevented you from anything.

“hey. listen, sweetie. i got your favorite.” you held up the 2 bags of jelly fruit gummies. “it’s gonna be okay, okay? i’m here.” he was just looking at you, not saying anything, before muttering something under his breath.

“huh? what was that? i didn’t hear you hon, what’s up?” you asked, making sure to keep your distance. suna choked back a sob, before launching himself onto you, almost knocking you into the ground. “w-woah there!”

“y/n... i’m sorry i’m so sorry. i’ve been so frustrated with school... exams... volleyball and i’ve missed you so much but i was so tired that night! i lashed out on you but i didn’t mean any of it. i promise, i promise, don’t leave me please.” he sobbed quietly, his head resting against your forehead. when you looked up, you could see him squeezing his eyes shut.

wow, this was even more rare.

you brought your arms to his neck, embracing him. “it’s okay rintaro. shh, it’s gonna be okay. i love you and i’m sorry for being upset, i just worry about you.” you rubbed his back lightly as he continued sobbing, allowing you to give him a few kisses on the cheek, neck and forehead. “you’re safe, you’re gonna be okay honey. i love you so much.” you repeated.

suna never showed his emotions much, but he seemed to have a lot of pent up anger, sadness and confusion up in him, and he let it out for an hour infront of you, there to comfort him.

as soon as he stopped, you and him were snuggling on his bed watching whatever was on his TV, eating the fruit snacks. he leaned onto your head. “i love you...please, don’t leave me. i’m sorry.”

you bumped your head back onto him. “stop apologizing. i keep telling you it’s okay.” you giggled lightly. “please sweetie, talk to me so this doesn’t happen again.” he only nodded silently, before drifting to sleep in your embrace.

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[byuntrash101]

Ahhhh I just wanna try this out but I really don't know what I want. I just know that I want bbh 😩

1. Bday: Feb. 27, 1999 (I was born at 5:35 AM UTC+8 if that's important lmao)

2. Baekhyun 😭

3. I'm letting you take the wheel man. I trust you.

4. I love smut. But if you think it doesn't fit us then I'm fine with none.

It's okay if you don't accept this request though. I will forever be here silently reading your stories 🤗

Hello Anon! OMG you're so so cute!!!! Thank you for reading. I didn't know what you wanted so i went with something cute and a little angsty. I hope you enjoy ^^ don't hesitate to tell me :D

Warnings - angst (kinda), shower sex, body worship (f), oral (f)

Eternal Beauty - Pisces!Reader & Taurus!Baekhyun

When you push in the door of your appartement tonight you feel bummed out, saddened and heavy hearted. Your job as a model was, most of the time, fulfilling and it was amazing getting to be the part of an artistic process such as the making of a collection of clothes. You liked to catwalk or pose for photoshoots. You liked to look at the stylish piece together beautiful outfits and you liked to see the make-up artists do their magic. As a Pisces woman art and spirituality was a big part of you and having it as part of your job felt just right.

But unfortunately there were days, like today, that it wasn’t picture perfect. You auditioned to catwalk at the Paris Fashion Week for Céline. One of the designers you’ve admired ever since you started your career. And you got the job, yes, but originally they said you were going to close the show and wear the center piece. A gorgeous destructed ball gown inspired by grunge and underground culture. But alas, they announced today that they decided to go with somebody else.

What was supposed to be an accomplishment for you turned bitter as you couldn't help but to see it as a failure. You should be happy to be a part of the show. That only is already a great accomplishment but… you can’t.

Your creative nature comes with a downside because your imagination serves you to escape reality but sometimes it also takes your brain to dark places, washing your own confidence away, down the drain.

Baekhyun, a true Taurus, didn't pick up right away that something was wrong with your mood. You usually like to spend time on your own so it didn’t ring any bells when you simply said hello and went straight to the shower. Pisces when hurt tend to seek solitude.

But even if the bull isn’t notorious to be discreet he’s still far from dumb so when you seem to take a little too long he comes in.

“Sweetheart…” he’s hesitant. “Are you okay?” you sniffle.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine” you lie.

Baekhyun knows it.

“Can I come with you?” he asks, still hesitant.

“Yeah” you huff out, rubbing the tears away with more water.

When he steps in the big Italian style shower he notices right away your watery eyes and your pinkish reddish nose. And he knows you’ve been crying. The taurus man can’t stand seeing the ones he loves hurt so his first reaction is anger.

“Who did that to you?” His big voice bounces off the wall and makes you flinch. It’s the last thing you need right now. You feel fragile and hurt, you don’t need to hear yelling. When your eyes fill up with tears again, Baekhyun hugs you.

“My baby girl” he cooes as you quietly sob in his arms. “What happened?” he says, trying to catch your gaze.

So you tell him the whole story and somehow talking out loud about your struggles has lessened them. Baekhyun and you work together beautifully and harmoniously. You give him the whim he sometimes lacks and he’s able to ground you in like the stable and robust earth sign he is.

“Maybe I wasn't pretty enough?” you let out, repressing a sob, your lip trembling. There it is. The mean thought that you have been throwing at yourself ever since the big news this afternoon. The thought that has been eating away at your confidence.

“What?!?” Baekhyun says outraged. You chuckle cutely at his exaggerated reaction.

“My baby, you are the most beautiful woman on earth” he says as he attacks you with kisses in the crook of your neck as warm water runs down your back.

“Stop it” you say, nudging him.

“Baby I’m dead serious. I’ve never seen anybody or anyone as pretty, as gorgeous, as kind, as imaginative as caring as you. You’re beautiful in every way inside and out.” he looks at you with those eyes full of love that you can’t resist.

“I’ll prove it to you” he gets on his knees and bows his head to you. Which as you smiling from ear to ear. “You’re absolutely perfect, stunning you’re my goddess” he whispers. as he brings his hands to your chest. “Your stunning breasts” he presses a kiss onto your hip. “Your beautiful stomach” his hands go down to your back and bottom. “Your ravishing piece of ass” he presses another kiss to you pubic bone “and your heavenly, delicious little pussy”

He presses an open mouth kiss to your bundle of nerves, you let a moan out. He sticks his tongue out and wraps it around your clit, his warm tongue feels good and you let your head rest on the tiles of the shower.

“Fuck baby, you taste so good” Baekhyun says as he gets more impatient, attacking your swollen bud with small bites and sucking on it. “My goddess, my beautiful goddess” he whispers lips pressed to yours, sending vibrations to your core.

“Baekhyun, don't stop” you cry out. You needy moans make Baekhyun double his efforts.

“Cum my goddess. Please cum all over my mouth”

You feel your walls clench on themselves as you throb on Baekhyun’s skilfull tongue, moaning and panting, hand entangled with his wet locks of hair.

When you settle down Baekhyun gets back up and wraps his arm around you. Before laying a soft kiss on your lips, the taste of your cum spread in your mouth.

“You’ll book other shows, my love. In the meantime, could you model for me forever? My beautiful eternal goddess” he whispers as he beams at you.

#zodiac special #baekhyun smut #exo smut #baekhyun drabble #exo drabble #350 followers #thank you

[fckwritersblock]

Because Of You

Stiles Stilinski x black!reader

Part 2 as requested of I Fucked Up

Word count: 1000+

(Unedited.)

"Hi you reached Y/N James! Sorry I missed your call but leave your name number and a message and I'll get back to you ASAP."

With shaky hands and a unsteady voice, Stiles breathed out.

"Y/N.................I'm sorry." 2:45pm

4 hrs ago he broke your heart.

2 hrs ago he left that voicemail.

Less than 20 minus ago his dad called him to tell him you have been taken to the hospital.

Stiles hung up immediately not bothering ask for details only jumping in his keep as quickly as possible and doing well over the speed limit all the way to the hospital.

"Werewolf or not, If you do not move out of my way I’ll kick your ass, Scott, I swear to god!"

Details.

You were in a car accident, a pretty bad one he had found out. What he couldn’t wrap his mind around was how Scott was already at the hospital and didn’t bother to call and tell him what happened in the first place. Stiles also couldn’t fathom why Scott was blocking your door like a guard dog.

"Stiles you can't!" Scott blocked his path once again.

"What do you mean I can't- Scott I have to see her. I have to make sure she's okay!"

"They um, it's family only right now." Scott lied but even that wasn't enough for Stiles.

"This is me, Scott." Stiles tried to push past his best friend once more.

"Stiles, you can't -" Scott gave a gentle push only for Stiles to forcefully shove him away.

"Get off of me!"

"She doesn't want to see you!" Scott confessed.

"What?" His voice wavered slightly.

Scott looked down, feeing bad for being the person to deliver this message. It was why he didn’t bother to tell him about your condition in the first place. You had told Alison to tell him not to.

"Y/n...she said," Scott sighed before giving Stiles an apologetic look. "she doesn't want to see you Stiles."

She doesn't want to see me?

Scott had to be mistaken.

"I don't believe you,"

With those last words, he pushed passed Scott and opened the door to her room. His eyes fell upon the slightly battered girl who laid i the hospital bed, awake and in mid conversation with Allison.

"Y/n! Oh thank god!"

Stiles stood in the door way as you stared at him, your face void of expression and all emotions.

"Im so glad you're okay. You scared me to death! What happened-" Stiles made a move to approach her when her words cut him off.

"Get out." You rasped.

"What?"

"Get. Out." You repeated this time visibly upset.

Stiles eyebrows were drawn together as his mouth opened and closed several times, not knowing what to say.

"Please. Go."

"Y/n, I-"

"I don't want you here." You shook her head vigorously.

Stiles continued to stare at you before making one last attempt at getting close to you .

"Get out!" You screamed.

Your vitals began to spike as your breathing increased sounding as if you were struggling.

"Ok!" An alarmed Allison popped up quickly handing Y/b the oxygen face mask. “Just breathe ok? I'll get him out. You focus on your breathing. Ok?”

The archer shoved Stiles out the room.

“See? He’s gone. I’m going to make sure he stays gone, ok? I’ll be right back.”

Closing the door behind them, she turned to Scott and Stiles.

"What are you doing here? Scott, what is he doing here?"

"I tried to stop him." Scott defended himself.

You obviously didn't try hard enough." Alison rolled her eyes.

"What did you want me to do? Drag him out kicking and screaming?!”

"If that's what it takes, yes!" The girl exclaimed.

"Hello!" Stiles flared his arms around in between the two. "Standing right here."

Glaring, Allison's head snapped in his direction.

"And you!” She scoffed. “You have some nerve.”

“Huh? What-“

"Did you forget you broke up with her today? Why would she possibly want to see you."

That's exactly what happened. He was so use to being with Y/n, caring for you, showing the world how much he loved you, that he wasn't use to playing the part of the bad guy. The person who hurt you.

"Yeah but, I-" Allison held up her hand silencing him.

"Look you guys need to get out of here. You think she's upset, wait until you see-"

"You!" Lydia stomped toward Stiles a fire in her eyes.

"Uh oh." Spoke the former couple in unison.

Lydia and Y/n were best friends. Like Scott and Stiles, the two girls grew up together and had forever been joined at the hip. 9 times out of 10, you saw one, you saw the other. So naturally, when you find out a stupid boy breaks your best friends heart, you want to break that stupid boys face.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"I'm here for Y/n-" Lydia scoffed cutting Stiles off.

"Oh now you care? Did you when you broke her heart? You played her like a video game."

"Ok Lydia that's enough-" The brunette attempted to stop her friend.

"Someone loves you unconditionally and thats how you repay them? By saying you never loved them. You know you got some nerve showing your face here."

"Lydia," Allison tone held warning as her eyes darted nervously between her and Stiles.

"You're the reason she's here in the first place." The strawberry blonde deadpanned.

Stiles froze.

"Scott what the hell is she talking about?"

"She had A panic attack." Scott started unsure of how to break the news.

"I saw her leave school in a hurry. She was crying....." Allison paused. "I guess she was so upset it triggered a panic attack which resulted in an asthma attack."

"And why was she crying?" Lydia questioned sarcastically glaring at Stiles.

That's when it hit him.

"Because of me.." he answered mouth suddenly becoming dry as he turned away, frustratedly running his hands through his hair.

Lydia gave a curt nod, glaring at him.

"Because of you."

—————-

So… There’s that! I don’t know what I’m doing, don’t know why I’m in an angsty mood but I am so...suffer with me lmao 

I apologize for nothing and everything at the same time

Tag: @purpleprincess14 @hermijune

#stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles x poc reader #stiles oneshot #stiles stilinski #teen wolf x black!reader #teen wolf #scott mccall x reader #black!reader #scott mccall #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf imagine

[vicsdeangelis]

I sent in an ask earlier about being in a bad mood and wanting it fixed via Ethan manhandling me with his big strong arms that I wanna take a bite out of, as it turns out, I was just hungry lmao. But I wrote these two tiny blurbs, one while I was feeling so angsty, and the second when i was feeling better, so here it is, my shitty writing just for you <3.

1. I'm in the worst mood today and I need Ethan to manhandle my shit & put me in my place and be rough with me bc I'm seriously going to fucking bite someone. (a/n: as it turns out, she was hungry) I want him to roughly shove me into the position he wants and shove his cock into my tight hole (with a proper amount of lube ofc) so I focus solely on the strech only he makes me feel. On top of that, I WANT HIM TO BITE ME!!! Scratch my back up and leave marks, better if they bleed and he cleans up them up diligently leaving gentle kisses behind when we're done. I need him to smack my ass like a drum, really. I want to start out by calling him names and insulting him with each breath I can manage and be whimpering "Daddy" by the end.

2. But also you being so bratty and wanting Ethan to put you in your place and ofc the ever thoughtful and clear minded good bf he is, Ethan's like, "oh, have you eaten?" and it snaps you out of your mood the tiniest bit and you're quietly like ".....no.." and so he helps you make something and eats with you 🥺😢

— 🪐 with the adhd bc i forget to eat all the fucking time and then am like "WHY AM I ANGRY???" lol anyways love you bestie *hits the send button and runs away*

i didn't answer that other ask because i was going to use it to go full whore, and i'm still going to, but like. WHY NOT BOTH LMAO

like you're snapping and being bratty all day and he does fuck the soul out of you, and during aftercare you tell him you feel a bit lightheaded or something (because after that much "working out" whew you're head would not be right) and he asks if you ate because he knows you forget to do it sometimes and you're embarrassed because you realize you didn't and that's why you were acting the way you were and he kisses your forehead and tells you he's gonna heat up the leftovers from lunch, you don't have to move a muscle, he just brings you food and you're like i'm literally living the life my man fucks me into another dimension AND takes care of me maybe i'm one of god's favorites 🙏 ksnskdjdksj

#ask #🪐

[nishiisenpai]

birthday forgotten - tsukishima kei x reader

REQUEST: “Hi babes! Another Haikyuu writer here! I saw you posted about doing requests and I was hoping on giving you one! Maybe an angst with fluff at the end fic where it’s the reader’s birthday (who is the karasuno manager and is also dating Tsuki cause I love that man) and they (the team) all forget, and when they find other later they feel bad because she has always made their birthday’s special. Then ending in fluff of them trying to make it up to her. Sorry if it’s not good I usually write and don’t request lmao. Hope you see more of your stuff in the future! - @nataliahaslosthershit “

A/N: I seriously can not thank you enough for sending in this request(deadass cried about it for a whole 10-15 minutes LOL - because i thought this blog was gonna flop ._. ) but thank you again for sending this in and i hope i didn’t disappoint you or anything!

-

WARNING: Angsty but with a fluff ending!

WHO: Tsukishima Kei x Karasuno Manager! Female Reader

-

“Morning Tsukki!” you smile at your salty dinosaur who had just entered the classroom. You followed him to his desk where he sat down and placed his bag, taking a book out.

“Morning.” Tsukishima said while giving you a small grin and paying attention to his book.

“Whatcha up to?”

“Reading.”

“Oh- uhm, do you want me to stay here or like?” You said as you were about to get up and leave though Tsukishima’s hand held onto your wrist.

“No no, it’s okay. You can stay here.” He looked at you with his norm straight face and you nodded sitting back down.

“I heard it’s a special day today...” you hinted. Today was your birthday and you were really hoping your salty dino got the message.

“Oh really?”

“Yup!” your eyes beamed with sparkles as Tsukki didn’t pay attention. “Hey are you ignoring me?”

“What? No! I was listening still. Keep talking.”

“Oh uhm, well today is a special day! A very very special day.”

“Is that so?” his eyes stayed on the book as he turned the page.

“Yes it quite is.”

“Well if you’re going to say something that mentions about practice then I think you’re mistaken.”

“No, silly! It doesn’t have to deal with practice. Something more exciting!”

“What is there to be excited about?” ouch.

“Well I don’t know, it seems that I am forgetting something...” you mumbled but screamed in your head to shout out the answer to your question. As much as you love this dinosaur, he sure is dumb to recognize the importance of your birthday.

“Well all I know is that today’s a normal and regular day, and there isn’t something special that I remember happening today.” suddenly the words Tsukishima was saying faded into a fuzzy noise. No longer were you able to connect back or hear anything around you, all you heard was the sound of your heartbeat slowly beating and your hurried breathes.

“Y/N? Hello? Are you okay?” Tsukishima snapped you back into reality.

“Huh? Oh yeah... I’m fine. Class is about to start, I’m going to head back to my seat and I’ll see you later yeah?”

“Okay, see yah.”

-

Class ended awhile ago and it was break. You had just left the washroom to see Kageyama and Hinata together bickering.

“What are you two boys bickering about, today?” as you walked up to them.

“Kageyama is calling me an idiot.” Hinata shot a glare at him.

“Again?” you chuckled.

“If you hadn’t ruined my favourite sweater Y/N got for me on my birthday by puking on it I wouldn’t be holding such a grudge.”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY SORRY!” Hinata jumped up and down.

“It’s alright, Kageyama. I’ll get you another one on your birthday!” you said with a small smile and Kageyama’s eyes lit up.

“Wait actually??? Th-Thank you.” he gave you a small bow and you laughed.

“WHAT? NO FAIR-“ Hinata started saying but you interrupted him.

“I’ll make your birthday even more special, Hinata.” That’s all it took to have stars shine in Hinata’s eyes.

“NOT FAIR-“ you probably shouldn’t have mentioned or said that as they continued to bicker.

“Hey- BOYS!” you stopped them and they apologized. “Get to class, you’ll be late.”

“Yes, Y/N.” as they trudged back to class. Hinata had turned around.

“Oh by the way, Y/N.” maybe he would remember or say something about your birthday.

“Yes, Hinata?” you waited for the words to come out.

“Are you ready for-“

“Yes! I am so ready and excited!”

“See Kageyama, I told you Y/N would be excited to see our quick.” wait-what? I thought he would say something or remembered.

“Tsk, whatever.”

“See yah Y/N!” Hinata waved. You tried not to look upset and waved back with a small smile.

“Bye, Hinata. Bye Kageyama. I’ll see you two at practice.”

You knew these two boys would be forgetful. What type of hope did you clutch onto? If Tsukishima didn’t even remember your birthday, how would the others?

-

“Oh hi, Y/N!” Sugawara had said.

“Hey! Where are the others?” you said as you saw Daichi, Asahi, and Tanaka.

“They’re just coming.”

“Ahh I see.”

“So are you doing anything after practice?” yes, I’m going to celebrate my birthday by myself.

“Uh, just studying for an upcoming test. How about you Suga-san?”

“Good luck with that! And uhm.. I don’t think I have anything in mind today. Maybe just take a shower and sleep when I get home.” Suga laughed and you chuckled a bit before putting a small smile hiding away the pain. 

Even Suga forgot your birthday... This is honestly one of the most heartbreaking thing because he’s never the type to forget things. Especially when it comes to birthdays...

-

“Takeda-sensei, I think I’ll head out first. I still have homework to work on.” You said.

“Okay, thank you Y/N for coming.” He said before turning around. You went towards the door to open it quickly as tears were streaming down your cheeks already and you didn’t want to be seen with such emotion displayed on your face. You accidently hadn’t seen where you were going as you bumped into someone.

“Oh Y/N, are you okay?” Kiyoko asked. You wiped the falling tears from your eyes quickly and inhaled a breath of air before facing her.

“Huh? Ah, Kiyoko-san, yes. I am alright. I’m just going to leave early because I have homework to finish.”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yep! See yah!” As you quickly turned away from her and walked your way home continuing to have tears stream down your face. The slow mind process of doubt, and overthinking started playing in your head as to how this could have led you to such event.

-

“Alright everyone, good job today! Make sure to rest up well, eat a well balanced dinner and get enough sleep.” Coach Ukai had spoken before continuing to speak, “Where’s Y/N?”

“She said she had homework left to do.” Takeda-sensei spoke out.

“Shoot, I wanted to gift her this.” Coach Ukai was holding a bag of your favourite snacks from his store.

“What for?” The team questioned.

“For her birthday... Why else?” Coach Ukai looked at the team in confusion looking at the faces of shock and guilt before widening his eyes.

“Did you idiots forget it was her birthday?!?!?!?” Coach Ukai slightly raised his voice making everyone panic.

“Wait- what? It’s today?” Tsukki checked his phone and spat out his water.

“Holy shit, I’m a bad boyfriend.”

“Tsukishima! How could you forget!?!?!” Yamaguchi yelled at his best friend before slapping him on the back of his head.

“So that’s why she was crying...” Kiyoko spoke out and everyone froze.

“S-She was crying?” Tsukishima’s eyes enlarged before grabbing his bags and heading towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Daichi asked stopping at the door.

“To go apologize to my girlfriend and to spend the rest of the day with her, why else?” As Tsukishima stared down at his captain. 

“We should all go and make it up to her. We as a team forgot so we shall go do what’s right.” Sugawara had spoken as Tanaka and Nishinoya had aggressively nodded their heads.

“Let’s go to Coach Ukai’s shop to purchase more snacks and drinks.” Hinata said while looking at Kageyama. “I’ll beat you there first.”

“Not unless I do it first!” As the two started sprinting towards the doors and to the shop.

“You sir,” Tanaka and Nishinoya said while looking aggressively into Tsukishima’s eyes, “Need to be a better boyfriend or we’ll take your girl.

“As if you can.” Tsukishima smirked heading outside before dashing to your place.

-

You were laying in bed after finishing your studies and staring at the ceiling thinking about how today turned out. 

“Am I not important? Do they even know when my birthday is? I mean I had mentioned it before. Does Tsukki even know it’s today? Am I not special enough?” all these clouded thoughts were blocking out the noise around you but suddenly your phone vibrated next to you snapping you out of your thoughts. The caller ID showed a picture of you and Tsukishima on your second date at the park mindlessly being slight idiots at night.

“Hello-?”

“Open your door.” Tsukishima’s voice said.

“Huh, why?” As you got up and walked towards the front door.

“You’ll see.” The call ended and you stared at your phone questioning what Tsukishima meant.

You opened the door revealing your boyfriend.

“What are you doing here at this time?” You said looking up at your boyfriend and tilted your head in confusion.

“Hold on, you can come in guys.” Tsukishima mentioned and you cocked your eyebrow at him.

“Happy birthday, Y/N!” Hinata came in giving you a plastic bag. In came the rest of the team and you were suddenly now holding plastic bags and poorly wrapped gifts in your hands as each of them said happy birthday to you.

“What is this..?” you chuckled nervously looking at them all for an answer.

“We felt really bad for forgetting to say a happy birthday to you. Mainly that tall blonde over there.” Tanaka said and Tsukishima sent a glare to the older boy.

“Aww thank you guys... I will admit I was a little upset, but that doesn’t matter anymore because you guys are here now! What are we waiting for? Let’s get this party started!” you exclaimed and their moods brightened.

“I’ll go set up the board games.” Daichi said with Sugawara following behind. The rest of the boys went to set up the snacks meanwhile you went to your room and placed the gifts there before heading to the kitchen to get some cold drinks.

“Y/N...” Tsukishima said out of nowhere scaring you.

“Tsukki, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” you said as you placed a hand over your heart chuckling.

“I’m sorry.” your chuckling stopped.

“It’s okay, babes. You didn’t know.” you said placing the drinks onto the kitchen counter.

“No, it’s not okay! Today is significant and an important day. I am so stupid for forgetting that it was your birthday.” Tsukishima looked down. This wasn’t like your boyfriend. The Tsukishima you knew wasn’t all apologetic and or so soft?

“Tsukki, it really is okay...” you went over to him and stood right in front of him before wrapping your arms around your salty dino.

“But it’s not.” he said mumbling. You sighed before bringing your hands to Tsukishima’s cheeks pulling him down a bit and bringing your lips together for a light kiss and going back into a hug position.

“Baby, it’s okay. I already forgave you for coming and you guys making it up to me by purchasing all this stuff and bringing all this stuff too. I promise.”

“Really? Cause I feel like a shitty boyfriend right now.”

“You will if you keep being all pouty and soft. That reminds me, since when were you so caring and soft?” you push your head away from Tsukishima’s chest giving him a puzzled look before he placed his hand on the back of your head and pushed you back to his chest.

“Shut up.” he grumbled while blushing and you giggled.

“WOAH- TSUKISHIMA’S BEING ALL CUTE IN THE KITCHEN WITH Y/N!” Sugawara said telling the group and from there started chaos.

-

#tsukishima kei #tsukishima x you #tsukishima oneshot #tsukishima angst #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima request #tsukki imagines #tsukki fluff #tsukki angst #tsukki x you #tsukishima kei angst #tsukishima kei fluff #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu requests #haikyuu! #tsukishima imagine #tsukki imagine #haikyuu x you

[coldflasher]

do you have any recs for longer coldflash fics?

hi anon!!

you know, i wish i had more. when it comes to this fandom i read so many one-shots but it feels like it's been FOREVER since i read a really good, really long fic. they're defo out there! i am just too lazy to go looking and have a crazy reading list as it is lmao, so i don't know how much help i can be but i'll do my best.

firstly, you can't beat the classics. most likely you've already read these because they're most people's gateway drug to coldflash (they certainly were mine!) but they're classics for a reason:

- an all too jagged snowflake by redhead (276k). otherwise known as baby's first coldflash fic, the one that turned me into the coldflash-obsessed gremlin i am today. i'm always a sucker for a soulmate au and this one is deliciously angsty.

- tumbling together by redhead. (178k.) another gem. barry and len end up unexpected neighbours. this one is so funny i genuinely sometimes just start thinking about The Dick and cackling like a maniac. totally normal behaviour. (if you've read it you'll know what i mean.)

- got a melancholic temperament (that's what he said to me) by redhead. (77k). ooh, this one hurts. len and lisa get deaged, meaning barry suddenly has a sulky, nineteen-year-old leonard snart living in his house. len is PAINFUL in this fic. i wanna hug him but tbh he'd probably shiv me.

and of course you can't go wrong with crimson's fics, but here are a few standouts:

- public enemy, undercover lover by crimson1 (95k. a true behemoth of the smutty variety.) this one's less a longfic in itself and more a series of connected smutty one shots, but it's honestly peak content if you're into that sort of thing.)

after vertigo by crimson1 (70k.) a really fun role reversal au where barry is a super-speedy thief and len is a shy virgin scientist. i'm not usually one for AUs when it comes to this ship, but this one just kind of re-envisions canon a bit and it's really fun, very different from the usual coldflash dynamic.

aaaand devastatingly i genuinely cannot think of any more off the top of my head, which is really a bit shameful. i mostly seem to see one-shots floating across my dash (i have recs for those for days haha.)

BUT here's a list of ones that i've marked for later on ao3 that i WANT to read:

- probletunity by haute_coldture (53k.) who doesn't love a heist fic? and i've wanted to see this kind of coldflash team-up ever since that one ep where barry and ralph infiltrated the party with the weapons auction.

- i think i love you by youmakemesoangry. (53k, still ongoing.) unrequited love babeyyy!! all i really know is that len is in love with barry, barry has no idea and it's angsty af. this one comes highly recommended and will probably destroy me which is why i've been too much of a baby to read it considering there's no guarantee of a HEA. but it sounds so good and one day i'll be brave and dive in.

- drunk minds speak sober hearts by m4x_87. (41k.) barry gets whammied by biovolo and it makes him fall head over heels for len. this is a trope i am deeply fond of so i'm excited to read this.

- wonderland by notenuffcaffeine/technologykilledreality. (66k.) a rogue air spinoff that ends with barry and len BOTH going down for lewis' murder, stuck in iron heights. listen. iron heights fics are my jam. i love them SO much. i cannot wait for this.

and not to shamelessly self plug, but if you're in the mood for something really, outlandishly, self-indulgently, insensibly long, my fic aftermath is over 500k, which makes it the second-longest coldflash fic on ao3! (am i mad that someone beat me to the top spot by about 200k? yes, but only moderately lmaooo.) it's a rewrite of season 1 but barry and len are dating from the onset. now can i RECOMMEND this one? well, that'd be egotistical and honestly it's been so long since i read it that i cannot speak for the quality, but other people seemed to like it and it definitely fits the 'long' brief haha

#fic rec #coldflash fanfiction #answered #long post for ts

[itsivyberry]

all the things I love about you

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

a/n: hi hi hi hi hi I’m so excited to bring you my first fic for our KING mr draco himself!!!!! I hope you guys like it, I got so bored and decided to write it because I wasn’t in the mood to read anything sad or anything angsty (for once lmao) so here’s a fluffy one😳 enjoy also me writing this knowing damn well I’m touch starved and am writing this as if it’s myself because I can’t handle the breakup I just went through👁👄👁

*most of my draco fics are HEAVILY inspired by @drawlfoy ‘s writing, I can’t get enough of their fics

word count: 1,060

warnings: fluffy hehe that’s it

Draco could point out the exact moment he fell in love with you.

You were sitting in the Slytherin common room, engrossed in a book you had just started the day before. The light from the fireplace illuminating your face as your eyes scanned over the many words on the page. He slowly made his way over to you, his foot skimming over an uneven space on the floor. It startled you, your head snapping up to see who was up at this hour. “Merlin’s beard, Draco you scared me!” You breathed out, quiet enough so nobody could hear you. You looked at the boy, and he looked back with sleepy eyes, still in his pajamas. “‘m sorry, love.” He mumbled, giving you a sleepy smile before sitting down next to you on the leather couch you were sitting on.

“Why’re you up? It’s late.” You said, closing the book and leaning your head on his shoulder. “I could ask you the same, but I already know that you were reading.” He clasped your hand in his, reaching his other hand over to rub circles into the back of your hand. “I couldn’t sleep, and I was hoping you were here anyways.” He finally responded to your question after a few minutes of silence. “Come here,” you said, patting your lap in a motion for his to lay his head down. He did just so, but rolled over to look you up at you. You peered down at him, with loving eyes. You began to run your hands through his silky blond hair, taking note of how soft it was. You noticed that Draco was starting to fall asleep as you did this, so you leaned down and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Allowing him to shift back onto his side, you leaned back on the couch and began to fall asleep as well.

When you woke up, there were other Slytherins sitting on the couches around you, conversing with each other. You looked down to see Draco, still fast asleep. “What time is it?” You whispered to a first year, sitting across the room from you. “15 minutes until breakfast” the young Slytherin whispered back with a small smile. “Thank you.” You whispered to the fellow house member. You shifted just a little bit, noticing how your legs were completely numb from the boy sleeping in your lap. He slowly opened his eyes and started to sit up. “I’m sorry, Dray, did I wake you?” You asked, concerned that you were being a little too loud when asking a question the the young Slytherin. “No, I was awake before you were” he yawned, kissing you on the cheek and pulling himself off the couch. He went straight up to the dorms to shower off and get dressed, leaving you still on the couch to collect your things. You headed up to your own dorm, greeting your roommates on your way to the bathroom to brush your hair and wash your face. You quickly slipped on a fresh pair of undergarments and your school robes before grabbing your small tote book bag and heading out the door again.

As you made your way down the corridor to the great hall, you greeted everybody you saw. Draco just loved how adored you were by the student body and how everybody knew who you were based just off of your kindness towards everyone. You walked through the great hall and saw Draco sitting by Blaise. You made your way over, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and sitting down. “Hi, Dray” you kissed your boyfriend on the cheek. “Hi, love” he mumbled back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “You look tired” he said, pulling back a little to get a good look at your face. “I haven’t been getting any sleep recently” you said, moving your hands to fill up your plate with breakfast foods. “Are you sure you don’t just want to sleep today off? I can get you everything you need for all your classes.” He rushed out, concerned that his girlfriend wasn’t getting enough sleep and he didn’t know about it. “It’s okay, Draco. I’ll be fine for today. We have the weekend off anyways, I probably just won’t go to Hogsmeade instead and sleep in” you reassured him. He nodded, and went right back to snuggling up to you while the both of you ate breakfast.

As you walked out of the great hall, you were met with the cool morning air of the approaching summer. You walked a little closer to Draco, clasping his hand in yours and warming up into his side. As you were walking to transfiguration, you noticed a first year that tripped and spilled all of their books and papers everywhere. You pulled away from Draco, immediately going to help the young student. You neatly stacked up all the papers and handed them to the first year. “Thank you, y/n!” The first year said before jogging away so they wouldn’t be late. You turned back to Draco and grabbed his hand once again, continuing to walk to transfiguration.

This was the moment Draco Malfoy knew that he was completely and utterly in love with Y/N L/N.

From that moment on, Draco noticed the little things about you that made him fall for you even more.

How you slept with your window open by your bed so you could hear the world go to sleep before you did.

How you read books from the library that haven’t been touched in years, just so they don’t get lonely.

How you are kind to everyone you meet, no matter who they are.

How everybody adored you for your kindness.

How you danced hand-in-hand on Thursday nights in the astronomy tower with Draco.

How you were so incredibly amazing at potions that you were Snape’s #1 student.

How you were willing to help anyone who was in a pickle, even if you would be a few minutes late to class.

How you held your head high and carried yourself with grace and beauty.

He could just go on and on about how much he loved you. And how he would love you until the day he died.

Draco planned to spend the rest of his life with you. And you the same.

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