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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 23: PRETTY BOY

emotions run wild when everyone is drunk and hardly coherent. quackity is always loud, but tonight is a full on assault on the senses (the ears, in particular). bretman simps for corpse too much for your liking. rae is happy for once. there’s a confession of love somewhere in there. sister james makes a very good impostor, but that’s old news, the real question is who gave you a knife? a new persona emerges that leaves the roaches quivering in their boots.

─── corpse husband x reader, a lil bit of everyone x reader (because she’s a queen) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: a lil over 7k.

author’s note: it’s the way i can’t follow a fucking calendar for me. sorry guys, i swear to god i thought i had one more day before thursday . the idiot award goes to me and i accept it with pride. anyway, i was excited to write this for a while! quackity is in mexico, that’s why he drinks, too. my fic, my rules, he’s too funny not to include. im also working on an extra w dream and mr quack so look forward to that, too! hopefully u like this part ily xx and as always lmk wat u think!!

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The outfit for today was picked with care and consideration. Hot, as always- you had forgotten your roots, your hoodie and sweats lay hidden in the bottom of your drawer never to be worn on stream again. You’ve changed. Clout really does that to people. Some viewers, naturally, find your hotness near insulting: how dare you rub your beauty in their faces, and so unabashedly, too?! If only you had a twinge of self-awareness, perhaps you would tone it down. But you don’t, and whether that’s by choice or not is the mystery the whole internet tries to solve (ARMY has been working diligently, and you admire their effort, though in the end their tireless labor brings no tangible results).

You went from hot to hotter. In all truth, the fires eating away at California can be blamed on you. You carry this burden in stride, in your platform overpriced shoes some girl scammed you on Depop with, in your fishnets, in your skirt, in your corset, in your rings and necklaces and chains. You woke up today and chose violence. Decided your existence will be a plague to the rest of the populace, and meant it (that, maybe, you took inspiration from a certain faceless Youtuber that so happens to be your boyfriend or whatever). You feel powerful. Like you could step on the world and the world would let you. You decide that it’s the way it should always be.

The smile on your lips informs of nothing good to your quaint, small audience of 40k. You change the lighting in your room from the soft cherry blossom pink to menacing violet. As fitting for a villain.

Perhaps California’s hellish sun has finally purged you of your bubbly, docile nature (arguably, you had never possessed it to begin with); perhaps it’s the forth mimosa you’re mixing as people slowly trickle into the lobby. Who knows?! Not you, definitely. What do all of those boring dead white European philosophers say? Embrace the unknown? Cheers, you’ll drink to that.

In stark contrast to your appearance, your room is a fucking mess. A war-zone of epic anime scale. Everything is scattered, well, everywhere. A perfect representation on what’s going on in your mind, always. You don’t like how people focus on your surroundings-- you’re the main attraction, hello? Are you not enough to sustain them? Must they beg for more?! Totally ungrateful. You shake your head in disappointment, as if a mother scolding her children.

noooooo! mom pls forgive me i will never ask abt anything ever again T_T

yall looking at the room? lol couldnt be me

feels like im five and my mum just told me i cant eat a pretty rock i found on the pavement:(

You can’t contain your sly grin. Eyes twinkle with a purplish hue, appearing all the more menacing. You tricked them once again, oh how absolutely evil of you. In your blind delight you accidentally spill champagne on your lap.

“-Oop, fuck.” You snort.

why does she sound like goofy

The scandalous drunk Among Us stream is about to start. You had been eerily silent through the greetings, and those that chose to approach you were met with a cold shoulder and minimal replies. All on purpose, of course. You wish to plant a seed of unease within them, and so far, it’s working. There are questions unanswered, jokes unsaid, Quackity unteased. It breaks your heart, but it must be done. You look into the camera, all vulnerable and devout, as if to say: I’m doing this for you, all for you.

pack it up yandere simulator

idk whats going on but i think im into it?

villain arc villain arc villain aRC VILLAIN ARC

“Hey, guys,” Corpse’s voices rings in your headphones, and not a blink later his astronaut appears in the lobby in a cloud of smoke, “Hi, Y/n.”

More sharp, excited hellos follow after. You merely hum, though give no further reply. As Corpse strays to your side, Charlie steps in in front of him, “BDA access only. You have a permit, bitch?”

“Y/n is being quiet-she’s being quiet, guys!” Quackity helpfully informs, as if the rest failed to notice your cryptic silence, “Don’t be sad Corpse, man, Corpse don’t be-she didn’t say shit to me either.”

“Y/n has decided to not waste her breath on the SDS.” Charlie voices, “And you know what? I actually agree with her for once.”

“SD-what now?” Dream questions.

“The Small Dick Society.” Charlie explains, noting Dream’s whine of protest, “Oh no, don’t give me that shit, weren’t you bitching about not being invited and not belonging to exclusive clubs? Congratulations, you’re finally part of one.”

“Wait!” Quackity interjects, “Am I part of it too?”

“Guess, Sherlock.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Corpse says. You nod to your audience, like he just spoke the God honest truth, and follow in his example. Your tentative sip unexpectedly turns into a greedy gulp, but you’re not complaining. The only slightly coherent thought that rings in your mind is drink tasty.

“Ignore them,” Rae chimes, “Y/n’s probably plotting something and using Charlie as a cover up.”

“I’d never.” The words slip past your lips before you can stop them.

“Well you sure are very quick to deny it.” You can hear her smirking, can hear the proud lilt in her voice, like she caught onto your silly little scheme, like she has you all figured out. Your eyes narrow dangerously. The night behind your window pools dark, with far away city lights glimmering before they, too, seem to dim.

Your roommate is back on your shitlist. How her name was missed among the rest.

“I’m defending my honor.” You yelp, the playfulness back in your voice along with your sunny smile, “I can’t have my wifey slandering me online. At least do it in private, geez.”

If Rae’s such a good detective, you’ll give her a good chase. Perhaps you’ve been laying it on too thick. Made her too suspicious. She can’t out you yet--not when your plans are so grand, so fun. It would be a waste.

“Why weren’t you saying anything then?” Quackity questions.

“Do I need a reason not wanting to talk to you?” You shoot back. Your friends laugh and he tries to shriek something past their cackle. You lean back into your chair, the tension from Rae’s confrontation finally easing. You wink at the camera and bring a finger to your lips. The roaches swear to secrecy, elated by your wickedness. As appropriate, they spam devil emojis and various renditions of evil hohohos and hehehes. The apple truly does not fall far from the tree. You had raised them well. You raise your glass in solidarity. A few donations fall into your pocket, easily summed up as: make them suffer.

Muting the discord call, you give a single response, “Oh, I intend to.”

i hope this doesn’t awaken something in me

^already too late for me bro

As caught up in wreaking havoc among your viewers as you are, you miss Sykkuno’s entrance, though from what you can tell, Charlie gave a stern warning to back the fuck off to him, too. He’s playing into your plan so beautifully. Truly, you couldn’t do this without him. Back to stalking the chat you go.

Your eyes flicker to the game upon Bretman’s signature drawl and “Hi, daddy.”. You have no time to get offended at Corpse’s sweet “Hi, honey” back, because the next person to join the discord call and the lobby leaves you speechless. You knew, of course, you had been informed of the line-up, but still, you had never expected yourself to be so close to Jomes Chorles himself. You make a weird gesture with your hands, half wave half excited wiggle, as if you’re telling the audience to calm down, when, in fact, it is you that needs calming.

He goes saying his hello’s like doing a public service, name by name, before, lastly, uttering, “Hi, Miss Y/n. Loooove the vids.”

He’s a roach in disguise, who could’ve known?! Your audience is so diverse and unexpected, gosh, you’d shed a tear if the mascara wasn’t so expensive.

“Hi!” You reply with a grin, and it’s genuine this time, a glimmer of your old self, “Hi, I love your videos, too. It’s like, really cool to finally meet you.”

“Oh my God, you too!” Is his enthusiastic reply, “Okay, the energy in the studio today? Love it.”

“Is this all of us?” Quackity asks.

“Sadly.” James says with a note of disappointment.

“HEY!”

“Okay, guys!” Ash chimes, “Let’s do this! Proximity Among Us, round one, go go go!”

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Luck does not shine upon you during the first round- you are stuck as Crew Mate, your life cut short by Bretman who had the audacity to bite your head off. You’re positive Ke$ha wrote her hit single Cannibal about him, and if she didn’t, she definitely had a That’s So Raven moment and predicted it. It’s also insanely suspicious as after you are eliminated he sticks real close to Corpse, feigning innocence (and this is a controversial opinion you do not endorse) better than even you. It wounds your pride, having been picked off so casually, so quickly, and now stuck a ghost you roam the halls of the dying spaceship, lost, confused, heartbroken.

Charlie runs past you, not once even glancing in your direction. “Brother...” You mutter sadly, “Do you not see me here? Do you not feel... the loss of your twin’s heartbeat...?" Damn, these mimosas really are making you emotional. You sniffle and take a sip to calm the storm within you. No rage, just sadness. You are still processing your own tragic demise.

Suddenly, a meeting is called. There’s a horrible red X on your astronaut. You are the only one dead so far, and of course the rest won’t vote out the fucker. How bitterly you sit! With your arms crossed over your chest and your glare sharp enough to cut through glass. Fuck the sad shit, now you’re just angry. At the very least, the second Impostor could’ve given you some company!

“I knew something felt off.” Charlie is first to speak.

“Who the fuck killed Y/n?” Corpse questions, and his voice ignites a whole discussion that lasts much too short. The others skip, having no suspect yet. It’s much too soon to start pointing fingers, but you still feel like they should have at least tried. Pouting, you fix yourself another drink.

“Stop drinking!?” You gasp, exasperated at your chats demands, “I’m dead! What else should I do, the tasks?! Nah, fuck that. I’m done. I’m out. Charlie better employ his fucking detective skills because if the Impostors win, I will literally quit the game--yes I will, no I’m not bullshitting, fucking watch me.”

Thankfully, Bretman was caught venting, and you didn’t have to end the stream prematurely. The second Impostor, your roommate (oh, the betrayal, Rae, how could you?!) was voted out due to Corpse’s suspicion. Victory to the Crew Mates! The game restarts and you find yourself back in the lobby.

“Miss Y/n,” Bretman says, “I am sooo sorry for killing you first, baby. It was just too easy. I couldn’t pass it up.”

Giggling, Quackity chimes, “Sister slaughtered.”

“Oh my God,” James groans, “shut up!”

“Yeah, Y/n.” Charlie speaks, and there’s an accusatory note in his calm voice, “Why the fuck did you allow yourself to be eliminated first? Real noob shit, I expected more of you.”

“HUH?!” You frown, “What’s with the victim blaming?! I literally was doing my task and Bretman snuck up on me. It’s not like I had a weapon to defend myself!”

“You have been avenged,” Corpse states, “and that’s all that matters.”

“Thank you, Corpse!” You say, “At least someone cares.”

“Hey, I helped, too!” Dream pipes up.

“No, you didn’t.” Corpse shoots him down, “I was the only one.”

“You were not--”

“Literally was. Isn’t that right, Sykkuno?”

“Uhhhh-” Sykkuno trails off, “Well, we-we all helped!” You can hear his shy smile, and you just know he’s bobbing his head up and down at this exact moment, “We all helped. Team work!”

“Team work!” The rest echo, save for yourself, Corpse, Charlie, and the two Impostors. Silence speaks more than a thousand words or whatever. You pray to any higher power willing to listen to finally assign you the role of the villain, the one you were born to do.

Sadly, higher powers must have either shitty customer service or are in need of hearing aids, and you almost scream in frustration when your astronaut appears along with the others, the bold CREW MATE title chipping away at your master plan.

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“Hey, Y/n, hey! Hey, Y/n!” Rae finds you in Cafeteria, where you, metaphorically, are eating your feelings. Not that she needs to know, of course. She sounds chipper, a bit ditsy, and that must mean she’s sufficiently tipsy. You store that information for later, and forget about it as soon as you notice Dream and Sykkuno, like her very own personal bodyguards, trailing after her, “Wanna play a game?!”

“Is this Saw?” You inquire, somewhat lazy. You’d be lying if you said the alcohol wasn’t affecting you, it’s just instead of making you bubbly, it makes you mellow. This was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to terrorize everyone and laugh as they perished by your hand, yet here you are, wallowing in self-pity. The roaches start worrying. The donation jingle chimes.

BEATINGS & SLUTATIONS yns_fishnets donated 5$ mom just wait it out & dont worry youll get your vengeance soon lead them on!!!!

Your fishnets have a point!

“Saw?--No, no, haa, no it’s a drinking game.” Dream sounds like he has had one too many rounds of this mysterious game, and naturally, you are intrigued.

“Where we drink!” Sykkuno clarifies. Right, well that explains everything! If you had any questions, you surely have none now.

“Okay, so, name a category, and you have to, like, say a word associated with it...Or something along those lines.” You hadn’t even agreed and Rae is explaining the rules already. She knows you too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse, “Can be anything! Okay, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n start!”

“Uhh--” If only your brain computed as fast as she spoke! “Song lyrics! Wait--who drinks?”

“You fail, you drink!” She hurries, “Choke me like you hate me but you love meeeeee. Syk, go, go go!”

“Uhm, ah, I don’t wanna feel like this, uh, fuck?” He laughs--it’s a raspy, embarrassed little sound, “I don’t...wanna look like this? Dream, now you!”

“Wait, we’re singing Corpse’s songs?”

“Any song!” You urge him quickly, “Hurry! Or drink!”

“She say I kill her cat like I'm Luka Magnotta--”

“Hey! That’s cheating! You can’t use my song!” Rae protest.

“That wasn’t in the rules!” He counters.

“Y/n! Time’s running out!” Sykkuno exclaims.

“Oh, uh, will-will the real Slim Shady please stand up!”

NOT EMINEM WHAT THE FUCK

MOOOM WHT THE HELL THIS ISNT 2008 T_T

“Ra-Ra-Rasputin, Russia’s greatest love machine--”

“All...All the other kids with the pumped up kicks better, uhh, run better run, faster...-faster than my gun?”

“Uhh, shit--fucking hell.” Dream laughs, and Rae practically screams at him to keep going, “Alright! Okay! I’m singing--uh, you’re so golden, na na na na?”

“I tell you what a woman loves most,” You chime gleefully, “it’s a man who can slap but can also stroke.”

finally, the mother mother representation we��ve all been waiting for

i aint exactly gay but i aint exactly not gay >:)

the bis won

“I steal a few breeeeaaaths from the woooorld for a minute--”

“Mitski?!” You question, eyes bulging, “Baby, who hurt you?”

Even if you can’t see her, you know she’s waving her arms around and shaking her head, “Not the point! Sykkuno!”

“Uh, I-I, uhm, I don’t--”

“Drinnnnk!” You all chorus.

“It was a good concert,” You say, “Syk, I’ll drink with you.”

“Thank you, Y/n. That’s very kind of you.” He says softly, with a smile lining his lips. You grin.

“Oh, fine. Everyone, bottoms up!” Rae decides, and no one protest. A moment of silence passes, then, “Well, GG, GG, let’s do some tasks?”

Your enthusiastic Ariana Grande-esque “yuh” is cut short by the second meeting of game two being called. The first one to go had been Ash, voted out during a bathroom break as a joke, and you still feel a bit bad about that. Now, you notice Charlie has been eliminated. A sense of righteousness fills you--while you mourn for your brother from another mother and father and family tree, you feel like this is divine punishment for slandering you before the start of this round. Karma. Nothing much is discussed, and the meeting ends shortly with everyone skipping.

You spend a good ten minutes wandering around with Dream, who’s mission appears to be convincing you to join his Minecraft server, and really, there was no need for him to try so hard. You failed to provide him with a concrete answer only because it would've been to humiliating to admit that you agreed instantly upon hearing the word Minecraft.

That’s when things get fucking weird. Another meeting is called whilst you’re in the middle of fixing lights, and once the board with the members appears you audibly gasp. There had been 8 living, breathing astronauts rushing around the map, and now only 4 remain. You, Corpse, James, and Alex.

“What the fuck--what the fuck?!” You screech alarmed, noting Dream being among the perished crew, “I was just with Dream fixing the lights, I was just with him, what the fuck--”

“Okay, no one panic.” James says, “Let’s figure this out. Okay? Okay. Who else is close to Electrical?”

“I’m at Nav.” Quackity says.

“I’m at Cafeteria, but Y/n--” Corpse starts, “kinda weird that Dream died when you were with him?”

“I didn’t fucking kill him, I swear to God, Corpse, why are you accusing me?”

“Don’t be so defensive.” He says smoothly, “I’m just pointing out the obvious. We all have a reason to be sus, no? Considering you were right with him.”

“...It is suspicious.” James agrees, and a part of you dies inside. You understand their hesitance to trust you, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating!

“Guys, I didn’t kill him, I swear. He invited me to play Minecraft, I wouldn’t do that to him, not after that!”

Corpse merely hums, and it brings no comfort what’s so ever. The situation is spiraling, and not in your favor. Trying to salvage your chances at freedom, you try again, “Wh-James, James, you called the meeting, right?”

“Yeah, I found Rae’s body near Medical.”

“So I couldn’t have killed her and Dream at the same time!” You latch onto that piece of information, hoping it will save you.

“You could’ve vented.” Corpse points out, “Plus, there’s no telling how old the body is.”

“Killing five fucking people? It’s the work of one person, or else the game would have already ended. As it stands, I am no way sober enough to think all of this out.”

A brief silence hangs in the air; your lungs constrict from tension, from spilling words so hotly. You grasp your glass, as if for emphasis, and take a shy sip. It taste sweet, a bit too sweet for your liking. Must be your nerves. You drink again to wash the taste out of your mouth, which, surprisingly, doesn’t work. You whine a little, stomping your feet like a child about to throw a temper tantrum.

“...I believe her.” Quackity says. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Alex, thank youuuuuu!” You gush, batting your lashes as if he could somehow see you and that would somehow portray your innocence, “I knew I liked you for a reason!”

He mutes his mic, his spill of words lost to your ears, but chat helpfully informs that he’s screaming because you don’t hate him.

y/n out here collecting men like pokemon cards

Now all that’s left is to convince the others. You start with the one you know will work, “Corpse,” You address him in your sweetest voice.

“Y/n,” James warns, “don’t you dare--”

“Baby, I didn’t kill anyone, I’m crew mate, you gotta believe me.”

“She's innocent.” Corpse declare, thoroughly convinced.

“Oh my fucking God, you fucking simp!” James laughs, “She’s obviously manipulating you!”

“No, no, she isn’t. She’s innocent, I agree with Quackity. Now, it’s either you or him.”

“Could be you for all we know!” Alex accuses.

“Guys, time’s running out.” You mutter fretfully, noting the seconds tick by from white to red.

“I’m voting Alex.” Corpse says.

“What?! Fucking traitor! Fine, I’m voting for you.” Alex hisses.

“Ugh, hate agreeing with Quackity, but I’m also voting Corpse. Sorry, hon, nothing personal.” James says. The VOTED icons pop up beside their characters and you panic, pressing your mouse idly but it’s too late, there wasn’t enough time, and you cry as Corpse is thrown into lava. The chat spams F, and it feels like salt on a fresh wound.

In a second you’re back in Cafeteria, shell-shocked and trembling, and Quackity cusses because the Impostor is still among you. His frustration doesn’t last long as you watch in horror as Jams Chortles, beauty guru supreme, murders the only other crew mate in cold blood and all you can do is gape and let his cheerful laughter fill your ears. The screen bleeds red, informing of Impostor victory, the second one being Ash. Looks like you voted her off for the right reason, but little difference did it make.

“Corpse!” You yell past the cacophony of voices, all in varying forms of excitement or anger, beelining for his in-game figure, “Corpse, I’m so sorry, I panicked, I tried pressing the button but I wasn’t quick enough--”

“It’s alright, baby. Don’t worry about it.” He’s so calming, so gentle, you might burst into tears again. What did you do to deserve him? You wish he was with you so you could smother him in a hug. Alas, all you can do now is say “I kith you, mwah!” and rush to the other side of the lobby, as if to hide from such a bold display of affection, even if it was a joke (it wasn’t).

yall say corpse simps for y/n but the reality is y/n simps for corpse harder

queen stop its embarrassing

bhaddies can simp!! i wouldnt but its her choice <3

More deliberations, commentary, and short breaks. Once everyone has returned, the countdown starts. You’re still reeling from the chaos of emotions, the five stages of grief you experienced in 1 second upon Corpse’s unjust demise, that it takes you a moment, a single heartbeat to realize what you’re seeing on screen.

The letters IMPOSTOR hang above your astronaut, with Dream standing just behind you as your newly appointed partner in crime. And suddenly, all the sadness and the tenderness and sympathy vanish with a curt exhale. You slowly turn your head to the chat, muting the Discord call, your soft chuckle of disbelief turning into a full blown laugh.

it’s happening!!!!

omg omg omg omg

VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC VILLAIN ARC

You slap your palm over your lips, trying to contain your wicked smile, to tone down your broken giggles, “N-No, I can’t laugh yet,” shaking your head softly, you look into the camera, “they’re all going to die.”

pack it up light yagami

this has awoken something in me.

^ same

The crew mates go their own ways, rushing to do their tasks like the diligent little workers they are. How adorable. Their grim fate is still miles away from them. The shit you’ll pull will be for the history books. Much like your outfit, which you picked keeping in mind your newfound thirst for blood, you had devised your plan of action with care and consideration. You had been mulling it over all day, drawing on paper like the absolute madwoman you are; hell, you even made sticky notes on who to go for first and what to say. Sure, being moderately drunk hinders your memory slightly (an understatement of the century), but you got a feel for what you’re going to do. It’s nothing short of evil.

Dream and you don’t exchange words, you merely nod at him-- which he, of course, can’t see-- but your criminal bond enables telepathic communication. You can hear his thoughts, ones that strangely sound like drink drink, drink drink. And really, who are you to refuse such an enticing offer?! As he fucks off to stalk his victims, or play pretend, you take a sip. The cocktail is still sweet, but this time it’s not the icky sweet you had tasted prior. You glance at your sticky notes, ones the roaches can’t see, and nearly spill your drink for the second time today as you jerk.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, shoving your headphones off and spinning in your chair. You hastily stand up, wobble -- the world is pleasantly funny right about now -- and giggle. Stepping past the mountains of abandoned clothes and pillows and blankets and anime plushies, you maneuver your way to your bedside table and yank it open, nearly taking out the whole drawer with you. In the mess of old diaries and bad drawings, pencils, jewelry, and stickers, you fish out something you should not be wielding in your inebriated state.

It’s a knife.

In midst of teenage angst you had ordered it off of Amazon with your mom’s credit card, all the while whining that it’s not a phase, mom, and it’s what all of my cool kid friends with fried hair have, and don’t you want me to fit in, don’t you want your daughter to be happy?! You think it’s about that time, the time of too much uneven eyeliner and black eye shadow, that she took to calling you little raccoon. Trash rabbit was your personal favorite, but she used it sparingly. When you presented your Macy’s outfit, holding up a fucking butterfly knife, to your dad, asking if it was a look, he glanced up from some boring business magazine all boring business dads read and said, with a bright smile might you add, “It’s a something!”.

Oh, how it gleams in the lilac light. You used to do tricks with it, back in eight grade maybe, and--what the fuck? Why did you parents allow you to buy it in the first place? Well, because you’re the only child, the only one important, of course they got it for you and clapped enthusiastically at your performances, because why wouldn’t they? The whining they’d face otherwise would’ve been harder to endure than a whole dance number to Panic! At The Disco’s greatest hits. Broadway looked so fucking shabby in comparison. Your mom said so, so it must be true.

Stumbling back to your extremely confused viewers, you take your seat, feeling a bit more grounded now that you’re not standing on your platform shoes anymore. Putting on your headphones, you grin at the chat that starts swimming, and not from too much drinking either. You do a quick flick of your wrist, one that thankfully doesn’t end in injury, and the sharp tip of the exposed knife points upwards, glimmering. It’s a rainbow colored one, because one, it’s pretty, and two, you weren’t hardcore enough for the jet-black or straight up military ones the other emo kids had. Cute and dangerous, just like you.

So you just sit there, holding it up, looking somewhat sly as the roaches capture this momentous moment with screen-caps. Someone definitely clipped you trudging past the obstacle course to obtain a weapon of mass destruction. You must be already trending on Twitter, though you can’t exactly log on and confirm your suspicions. You just feel like you might be, like you should be, because your audience wouldn’t let this slide. Thankfully, your friends don’t have time to check social media, or you’d be outed in an instant.

“Y/n?” Your roommates voice booms from your headphones, and you perk up with a stupid realization that you completely forgot about Among Us. Stuck at the start, at the lobby where Dream had left you, you see her astronaut waddling to you, “What are you doing here? Wait--Have you not moved from the beginning?” She can barely finish the sentence without giggling.

You grin, “I was looking for something.”

Your voice is soft, too calm for your usual frantic spill. You gently set the knife down, hand coming to rest on your mouse, fingers idly, slowly, bouncing on the buttons.

“...What were you looking for?” She’s none the wiser, the numerous drinks consumed tonight numbing her sharp mind. She would have noticed. Your eerie composure would’ve given it away in a heartbeat, or at least hinted at something being objectively wrong. But she sounds curious. Poor girl, hasn’t she heard? Curiosity killed the cat.

“A knife.”

“A knife?!” There’s something about her tone that implies a mental clicking, the puzzle pieces falling together, “You have a knife?!”

“Yes.”

“No!”

You think it would only be appropriate that the random sequence of killing animations renders the backstabbing one. You grin, biting your lower lip with a quiet snicker.

i love women

if evil bad...why seggy?

You take your time leaving her there -- in true serial-killer-to-be fashion, you stick around for a bit longer, admiring your handiwork, or more like the chat singing your praises. You joined today with the intent of making an interesting stream. You have no doubt in your mind that now it will be legendary.

You move down the hallway, and you let your imagination wander: you can almost feel the stuffy air of your helmet, can almost hear your loud footsteps echoing in all this hush, can almost see your reflection in the spotless tile floor. It’s not long before your second victim makes an appearance, running circles in Cafeteria. You hear his voice first before you see him, recognizing Alex by his unhinged screech of “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo!”

“And what’s got you so excited?” How cool and collected you are, gosh, you barely contain the quiver of excitement that threatens to slip out.

“Y/n!” He exclaims, rushing to your side like a lost puppy--he’s really making this easy for you, he’s not even trying, “You just missed--Oh my fucking God, you just missed James, he-he called me tall, he called me fucking tall! Let’s go, let’s gooooo!”

“Well, you are tall, aren’t you?” You chime sweetly, almost as sweet as the drink that lingers on the tip of your tongue, “Real 6′3 energy, no?”

“Yes, yes, exactly! You get it, you fucking get it--” Once again, his mic goes mute, and you glance at the chat for help.

hard to transcribe what hes saying but hes taking shots and yelling that he loves you good job mom

hey, queen! girl, you have done it again, constantly raising the bar for us all and doing it flawlessly

mom plz dont kill alex hes too cute hes all uwu rn

Oh, how you’re about to break his poor little heart. If you had any good left in you, you’d spare him. You don’t, and you’re not taking requests at the moment, so all you do is smile at your chat and they know. They just do. Hive-mind shit, you’re all two-faced little fuckers.

You giggle, and it sounds a tad fake, “You’re so weird, Alex,” You start, and he’s back in the call, a sound of confusion echoing in your ears, “but I get it, you know. You’re weird. You’re a weirdo. You don’t fit it, and you don’t want to fit in. I mean, really, has anyone even seen you without your stupid hat?”

“...Do--” He sputters, bellowing a laugh, “Do you have that whole fucking monologue memorized?!”

“Is it because you’re bald?”

“I’m not fucking bald!” His giddiness is quickly replaced by anger.

You hum, pretend to think, lastly barking a “Liar.” before you kill him. His scream is cut off, leaving only deafening silence at it’s wake. Unlike with Rae, you don’t stick around. You didn’t appreciate how little he enjoyed your recital.

You run into James near Navigation, most likely on his way to Cafeteria. He ends his song mid-note, and you breathe a sigh of relief, “Finally! Someone! I’ve been looking all over, where the hell is everyone?” You question, blocking his way, lest he accidentally stumbles onto the crime scene and easily pins it on you. You’re not done yet.

“Honestly? No clue. I’m searching for them myself, like, everyone’s scattered. I hope no one died.”

You smile. You tried not to, but you can’t contain it, “Me, too.” You echo the sentiment, urging him to join you, and he does. Too trusting. Everyone in this game is too fucking trusting. You lead him back to Nav, feigning that you have a task here. As you pretend to move the spaceship, you can’t help but ask, “Hey, James?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

A beat of silence passes, “Oh no, fuck that, I don’t like this at all.” He states, about to spin on his heel and bolt like he should do, but you’re quicker-- killer instincts and all-- and he’s dead before he makes it out the doorway.

“See, after your No More Lies video, I figured you’d only tell the truth.” Yes, this is the part of the anime where the villain monologues, only the hero in this case is an astronaut cut in half, and not exactly alive to listen to you. You hope James’ ghost sticks around, “Case in point, why the fuck did you tell Quackity he’s tall?” You eye the chat, which’s mostly spamming W and comparing you to Ryo from Devilman Crybaby. “Such a shame...” You murmur, pressing the REPORT button.

“What?! How are so many people dead?!” Ash gasps, her kind voice tinted with fear and confusion. Your three kills, like military stars on an uniform of a distinguished officer, are displayed on the board. Dream appears to be slacking, having yet to take a life.

“Someone’s been real fucking busy.” Charlie observes. It’s true, you have been.

“I found James in Nav, but holy shit--” You begin, exasperated, “--what the fuck, guys, how did we miss this shit? Where is everyone?”

“I’m at Electrical.” Corpse voices.

“And I’m with Corpse.” One sentence is all it takes to figure out your next target: Bretman. Revenge for being killed first in the first goddamn round, and for spending so much time with your boyfriend.

Eep!!! Boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend!!! The word even makes you forget your thirst for blood, that’s how whipped you are. Sadly, it’s time to return to reality, to this grave situation.

“And what have the two of you been conspiring?” You keep your tone level, but that alone is enough to set everyone off. The unease you had planted within them before the game started is starting to bloom. However, if they suspect you, they don’t speak up, not yet.

“Fishnets, mostly.” Corpse says.

only partly a lie he was mostly talking abt u queen <3

corpse simping for y/n is the sweetest thing ever

the times corpse used y/ns name when talking abt y/n: 1. the times he used baby or my baby: infinite

“I’m wearing them right nyoooow.” Bretman drawls.

You hum, “What a coincidence. I am, too.”

“Wait--For real?” That seems to catch Corpse’s attention, because of course it does, you picked them with him in mind, after all.

“No peeping.” You tsk, obviously referring to his tendency to hop onto your stream unprompted. Whether he actually listens to your demands is beyond you, “Peeping means cheating.”

“For the love of fuck all, can we get back to the three dead bodies, please? Because I’m about to have a second coming of Christ moment and taste my consumed, digested beer for the second time.” Charlie interjects.

“I mean, anyone have any ideas who’d do this?” Dream takes hold of the conversation. Quiet, disappointed nos greet him. They have nothing to go on, no clues, not even a subliminal message. With everyone scattered, there is no way of locating the actual bodies and drawing a long red trail leading back to you.

You’re too good at lying, and Dream is too good of a publicist. People tend to trust his judgement, which is his main asset (besides his calm demeanor of course). When the Among Us gods chose you as Impostor, they made sure you had every advantage.

“Who-Who do you think it is, Dream?” Ash questions, “I trust you. I do. Just know that.”

“No fucking clue.”

“Y/n?” She tries again.

“Same. I’m a bit worried, though.”

“Let’s, uhhh, let’s skip?” Sykkuno offers. The consensus is to start voting at six. Your new mission is to make sure you dwindle the numbers down drastically before that can happen. You have no qualms about sacrificing Dream in order to meet your goals, either. Absolutely cold blooded.

Back at Cafeteria, there are words exchanged about Quackity’s body just laying there, forgotten. Blame is shifted: how come we didn’t notice sooner? Where’s Rae? And you mindlessly go along with their mourning, not really paying attention. Dream leaves with Charlie and Sykkuno, Corpse requests you stay with him and you sprout fake apologies. Not his time yet. Us girls need to stick together!, you sing, following after Ashley and getting further and further away from him, going deeper and deeper into the labyrinth of the spaceship.

You find yourself in Security with her, her cute astronaut pressed to the cameras, watching the live feed, “Let’s lurk here, okay? Maybe we’ll see something.” If only she saw who was standing behind her.

“Who do you think is the Impostor?” You ask, standing in the doorway, “Or, more like, who are the Impostors?”

“Honestly?” She ends her word with a little sigh, “I think it might be Corpse and Bretman. I haven’t seen them at all this game.”

You smile, raising your brows, tilting your heard, and you sound so kind, like a dear old friend about to deliver a tender message, “...Have you seen me?”

“SHIT!”

Too late. In one smooth motion she joins the afterlife. You cut the lights, venting mindlessly till you spot Corpse and Bretman panicking in Weapons. Your existence is still a mystery to them.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck--” Corpse mumbles, “Bretman, don’t you dare fucking kill me right now.”

“I’m not Impostor!”

“Okay, I’ll drink to that.”

They rush out of Weapons, most likely on their way to Electrical, and you trail after them like the Grim Reaper itself, biding your time till you can deliver the killing blow.

“Corpse?!” You call out, mild panic ringing in your voice, “Is that you?”

“Shit, Y/n? Where are you?” He questions. Crew vision is so sad, so small, how can he not see you standing almost right next to him? “Where’s Ash?”

“I dunno,” You say, “when the lights went out I ran. Please don’t kill me.”

“I’d never do that, baby.”

Too easy. They’re all too fucking easy. You bite your lower lip, trying to stop the laugh bubbling in your chest, to stop the lightheaded dizziness that overcomes you with a rush of excitement.

“Thanks, pretty boy.” You mutter, and it sounds a bit lower than you intended, a bit darker, something sinister lurking underneath cotton candy words. It instantly clicks in Bretman and he makes a noise, something like a whine, and you see him backing away, “I know I can always trust you.”

Whether Corpse notices the odd shift in tone, he doesn’t show it, “I like it when you call me that.” Is all he says, and you hear the smile in his voice, the appreciation. The trek to Electrical is all but forgotten. You slowly make your way to Bretman, “Where are you? Come here.”

“Just a minute,” You say cheerily, “I just need to kill Bret first.”

“Holy shit.”

“N-” Your victim’s sentence is cut off in a second, and you can’t contain your manic cackle this time, because the screen bleeds red, the words VICTORY splattered on it, depicting yours and Dream’s sneaky astronauts. You’re still laughing as the voices of your fallen friends ring in your ears.

“Y/n, what the fuck, you’re an actual monster.” Dream says, but there’s no actual weight behind his words, each syllable punctured with a laugh.

“I knew the second she asked me about my favorite scary movie that I’d get the chop.” James states.

“Wait, Y/n, did you kill everyone?” Corpse questions.

“She fucking did!” Dream answers for you, “I got Charlie and Sykkuno, and barely at that. What the fuck.”

“I’ve been waiting so fucking long for this.” You admit, giggling, raising you glass, “I toast to you, Dream. My perfect partner in crime.”

“I didn’t really do shit, but cheers.”

Quackity heaves a heavy sigh, “Y/n, Y/n, you don’t actually think I’m weird, right? Right?”

“No, she does.” James chimes.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID I EVER DO TO YOU, DUDE?!”

More commotion, more noise, and you just sit there, buzzed, snickering, reading the chat as the rest agree to play another round. You thank the people who donated that you had accidentally missed among the, you know, murder, reply to a few questions, bow dramatically to the many praises and invisible flowers you receive for such beautiful assassin work. When you look back at the screen, you throw your head back with a maniacal laugh.

Impostor again, only this time it’s with Charlie. Family bonds are often restored when united under a common goal. You’re so happy. So happy. You weren’t done terrorizing your friends yet.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

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UNFUCKWITABLE (9)

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summary: jungkook convinces you to take a staycation with him for a few days (a week).

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, oc and jk discuss their unprotected sex practices, vomiting, some jealous jk, mild exhibitionism, fingers in oc's mouth grinding, making out, oral (m), titjob

word count: 7k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. also...cant believe mom manifested into butter jk im in pain

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Jungkook is unsurprised to enter your home with the key you’d given him the other week and find it completely empty. You’ve been working early mornings and incredibly late nights for the last week and a half, and he can tell it’s beginning to take a toll on you. The first sign that you were beginning to wear down was when you had skipped dinner in favor of sleeping. The second was when you had snapped at him in irritation and then immediately cried over hurting his feelings.

He can think of about a dozen other things, including the even more pronounced bags under your eyes. You’ve always had dark circles under your eyes naturally from hyperpigmentation but these days, not even concealer can help you mask them.

In fact, the reason that you’d even given him a key was because you felt like work was taking over your entire life. You’d hardly had a chance to see anyone who wasn’t a work colleague, and you just missed Jungkook. At least this way, you could wake up and go to bed with him.

You had only been calling Jungkook your partner just shy of four months, and he had a key to your home. Perhaps it was fast for other people, but with him, it felt right. So he keeps a copy of your keys on his lanyard- it’s possibly his most prized possession right now. Jungkook usually only comes when you ask him to, he’s been staying at your place for the last week because of how tired and busy you were.

Usually you stop by the tattoo parlor at least once or twice a week, but you have been sparse because of work. So he’s here, in your home without you. It felt strange the first few times he’d been here without you, but then he started leaving little pockets of himself- his shoes next to yours, his hair product on your shelf, and his two of his jackets hanging near yours in the closet. He’d even purchased a new plant to keep on your windowsill in your living room (which you take turns dutifully watering and making sure she gets enough sunlight).

It’s all very domestic. He had jokingly told you not to expose him to your shared friends, specifically Mina and Mei. To which you had rolled your eyes.

Though some small, very small, part of him wonders if the magic will fade away soon. Considering how fast you both are moving both physically into your home and in your relationship.

It’s only been a few months, and you both were incredibly comfortable with the idea of unprotected sex- after all, Jungkook always pulls out in time. Until, of course, you’d had a pregnancy scare. Hoseok and Yoongi, ever the pair of realists, had scolded him when Jungkook had revealed that you both hardly ever used any protection-

“Are you trying to knock her up? Is that it? You both ready to potentially be parents?” Yoongi says mildly as he polishes off his wine, looking at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook’s cheeks burn.

“No, I’m not trying to knock her up and no, nobody’s trying to be parents-”

“You both are lucky you haven’t knocked her up already,” Hoseok says, with more heat in his voice, “You both are fucking stupid, but you especially.” He even smacks the back of his head with the book in his hands and Jungkook glares at him.

“Hey, my pull out game has always been strong, and I’m serious about her. We wouldn’t fuck raw if-”

“Oh, yes, then we definitely have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi says, “Keep it moving, Hobi.

“Talk to her about it, or else,” Hoseok threatens, “I don’t wanna hear about another pregnancy scare because you’re both idiots.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook relents, “We’ve been talking about it. It just sucks that birth control can fuck up a woman’s body like that, you know? Mood changes and appetite changes, nausea and everything…”

“You could always get a vasectomy,” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Mei said the same thing. She was way more mean about it, though. Told me she’d cut my balls off if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“I don’t blame her, considering what a mess you both were last month.”

“We were not a mess!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so stressed ever in your life, not even when your first bike got run over by a car. Or when your tattoo got infected three consecutive times. And I’ve never seen her cry so much before.”

“Alright, maybe we’re a little bit of a mess.”

In the end, you and Jungkook had both decided that yes, condoms were probably a good idea. Considering the pregnancy scare you had last month, you both were on edge and a little paranoid. Jungkook hadn’t even mentioned the idea of you taking birth control or getting an IUD, knowing that your last few experiences with the former were unpleasant-

“I can get a vasectomy, you know. In fact, Yoongi suggested it,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly but your jaw drops.

“Jungkook. I don’t think vasectomies are reversible like that. Think about what you’re saying,” You murmur, “I’m touched you’d consider a surgical procedure so I don’t have to take birth control, but what if-”

“I looked it up, they can be reversed-”

“But Jungkook! You don’t know that, what if you want to have kids later and you can’t because you decided on a fucking whim to get a vasectomy? It’s still trauma on your body! You can’t just snip snap, snip snap your vas deferens tube whenever you please. At least with birth control you can start and stop it, even if that’s not a completely benign process.”

Jungkook looks at you long and hard, his tongue poking his cheek and you sigh. “But I don’t-”

“Honey. I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” You murmur, squeezing his hands in yours, “But we’re both being stupid. We’re both acting like condoms don’t exist. Why don’t we start with condoms and then think about getting your tubes tied or me getting an IUD?”

“You spoiled me,” Jungkook complains dramatically and drops his head to your chest, “With your pussy. I’m spoiled now.”

“Shut up.”

And so now, a box of condoms sits in the drawer of your nightstand and you’ve taken to bringing a few with you in your purse as well (and so does he). You’d been far more nervous buying condoms than you’d ever been of buying anything else, and Jungkook had only cockily grinned at you.

Today’s Friday and it’s the day of your deadline. Meaning that you’d hopefully be home soon and be his for the rest of the weekend. He fully plans on getting you to relax and stay in for the majority of the weekend, so that you can catch up on sleep.

But then you come home past dinner (you had sent him a text earlier telling him that you were going to be late. He knows your mood is sour- you had been in a foul mood all week, and the fact that you’re so close to being home but so far just makes it worse). You come home with an empty belly, a weary mind and wetness along your lash line. Climbing into bed next to him, you circle your arms around his waist and cry tiredly into his chest.

“J-Jungkook,” You hiccup, “I’m so tired, they kept me s-so late today but it’s done. Everything is finished-”

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, rubbing your back soothingly, “It’s okay. We can just sleep now. You should take a few days off next week, baby.”

“I don’t know…” But your eyes are wide and considering it.

“You’ve been running on empty all week,” Jungkook points out, “For longer than that. Your job can handle two or three days without you while you recharge. Text your boss, baby. You need to rest, too.”

He nudges your cheek with his nose and you hum in agreement. “Okay. Five day weekend? Sure you won’t get tired of me?” You murmur and laugh when he squeezes your waist.

“We can make it a staycation.”

And you’re already texting your boss, telling her that you needed a few days off next week. She gives you a thumbs up and encourages you to rest up, making it a point to recognize how hard you’ve been working. She even suggests you take the full week off, which you jump at and Jungkook only grins at you.

“My brilliant girl, charming her way into a full week off.”

You swat his hand away and hide your burning but satisfied face in his chest. “Yeah, your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, that’s not the only thing rubbing off on you,” Jungkook says wickedly and pushes his hips into yours, earning a fierce pinch to his bare waist.

“Hush, I’m trying to nap,” You mumble, your voice muffled. Without warning, you lick his neck and bite lightly at the base of his neck, ignoring his soft yelp. He doesn’t have a chance to question you on what that was, as you’re already falling asleep.

You’ve always thought from the beginning, even when you and Jungkook were just friends, that he was an ass man. You’ve caught him staring at your ass many, many times- in jeans, in a dress, in a skirt. And now that you both are officially together, he spends any and every moment he can with a hand on your ass. Casually, when you both walk side by side. And purposefully when you’re both just in his bed or on your couch. His hand is a well known presence on your ass, not that you’re complaining.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to nap is on your ass, with his cheek pressed into you and one hand firmly gripping your ass. He also likes laying with his head on your lap. But his favorite place to nap is with his head buried in your chest, specifically buried in between your tits. He is currently analyzing his hypothesis that your right tit is smaller than your left, a thought he’s had for a while now, but needs further samples of evidence to properly assess.

But he’s always had an affinity for your tits, whether you’re blissfully unaware of it or not. You don’t notice it not really- you like any and all of his touches on any inch of your skin, as you’ve told him many times before. Especially when he holds you close next to him or under him and you feel protected, surrounded by only him.

He holds you, looks at you as if you’re as soothing as the sea and as bright as a supernova. And yet, the universe is contained in his big, doe eyes.

But really, at the end of the day, it’s an affinity for you. Jungkook loves every part of your mind, body, and soul, and he thinks he has for a long time. His heart has been tangled with yours since the first time he had seen you years ago at Hobi’s surprise birthday party that you had planned. Jungkook is sure that when he had seen you with a homemade red velvet cheesecake with a ‘Happy Birthday Hobi <3’ written perfectly in red icing in your arms, a silly party hat on your head, and a shy, beaming smile on your lips, he had been magnetized to your center of gravity from then on.

But even then, he had only hovered. Barely introducing himself, if it weren’t for Mina and Mei. He thought he had known girls like you- girls who baked cakes, planned elaborate birthday parties for their friends and wore flowery dresses liked other predictable people. It’s another one of his hypotheses (which has been clearly debunked)- but by now, he knows not to be so judgmental of others.

But he doesn’t dwell on that for long. Even the first time he met you, right after he had introduced himself to you and you had stared at him with starstruck eyes and stammered a quiet ‘hello’ in return, Sora had cornered him. And told him to back off from right then, that you were off limits. That you’d never be interested in a guy like him, so to not even spend a second in his stupid little mind even entertaining the ridiculous idea.

So he backed off subconsciously, thinking it wasn’t worth it to even know you as a friend. He’d convinced himself that it was too much trouble, and Jungkook has always been an easygoing kind of guy in most instances. After all, your best friend would know you best, right? And really, what did he care? As the saying goes, there were about a million other fish in the sea.

However. Even then, with each word uttered between you both, with each laugh that he pulled from your soft mouth, he couldn’t help the reluctant fondness for you that began to bloom. You had surprised him every few months after that, just saying hello at events that you were both present at and asking how he was. With that stupidly beautiful smile and those bright, shy eyes.

You were a smart, kind woman, always remembering details about others. And he was no exception.

That was years ago. He’s known you since your third year at university, hanging by a thread just outside your orbit. But this is now.

This is now, and your lips are against his neck, your chest pressed to his. You climb into his lap haphazardly, nearly knocking your mug off of the coffee table. You both have only just woken up and stumbled out of bed for coffee and breakfast. You had combed the tangles out of his bedhead with his head in your lap, but now sleepiness has washed away and you’re tugging at his oversized shirt.

You promptly bite him, right where his neck tattoo starts and ends. Jungkook meets your eyes with an incredulous, breathy laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs, palming your chest from under your shirt.

“Nothing. You just have a very biteable neck, I told you,” You say, resuming your inspection of the vein next to his tattoo, “What a juicy jugular vein-”

Jungkook holds your wrist and flips you so that your back is on the couch. “My sexy vampire girlfriend. Love when she starts talking about my jugular vein.”

“Watch out, I might drink from it. You never know,” You giggle with a wink, squirming in his grip.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jungkook murmurs but then an idea that has been planted in his head for weeks now spills from his lips without him meaning to, “I wanna fuck your tits, baby.”

Your eyes go comically wide, mimicking Jungkook’s own. His cheeks are a little pink from his abrupt confession as silence falls between you both.

“That’s really interesting,” You muse.

“Is it?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. You tug a little at his purple locks to pull him down to you.

“Yeah. Always thought you liked booty. And legs,” You shrug, “But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

Jungkook’s throat is too dry for him to reply coherently. But he finds his voice after you give him a reassuring smile, “Uh, when it’s you, I like everything.”

“Me too. When it’s you, I like everything,” You mumble, heat rising in your cheeks, “And uh… you can. Do that I mean.”

“Do what?” He asks teasingly, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb,” You whine, shoving his shoulder.

“C’mon say it,” Jungkook jeers, not unkindly, “Put your big girl panties on.”

“I hate you,” You sigh dramatically, “Fine. You can fuck my tits, if you so desire.” His face splits into a grin as he thumbs your chin and ducks his head into your neck. He playfully nips at your skin, murmuring that he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, but you feel his half hard cock pressing against your thigh.

The image of his cock wet and slick between your tits is now imprinted in your mind, and when both of you want something, you’ll surely get it.

Despite your eagerness of making Jungkook’s wish a reality, neither of you have had the chance for your usual shenanigans just yet. You still have quite a few days of your staycation left, so you won’t rush it. You had spent most of the first two days sleeping, cuddling, spooning, eating and lots and lots of slow sex.

You think you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left your bed. Jungkook has been nothing short of wonderful, bringing you food (just this once, you hate eating while in bed), giving you shoulder rubs and booty rubs without you asking. Your favorite ice cream is in your freezer. Life is good.

His shirt hangs off of your shoulder and you’re too lazy to fix it. In fact you’re too lazy for pajama bottoms, only settling on your favorite pair of comfortable panties (nothing flashy. Just a standard black cotton panty) to wear under your shirt. One might even call them granny panties or whatever, but lace was uncomfortable on your skin. Lace and thongs are for very, very special occasions (hardly if ever) and you are in the comfort of your own home. You’ll be comfortable if it’s the last thing you do.

In fact, you’re too lazy to even raise your head to pucker your lips for a kiss from Jungkook. You only open your arms and hum, as if he’s supposed to telepathically know what you want from him. But he does, and he flops onto you once he tugs his shirt off. Jungkook’s face remains buried in your chest as you gently rub his scalp.

He hums happily, nearly purring at your touch and shoves himself closer into your hold. You can’t believe this man, the man who mildly intimidated you for years, is now in your arms and purring like a baby kitten. He’s admitted a few times that his scalp has been irritated and inflamed ever since he dyed his hair purple. One of his favorite things is to lay in your lap while you massage a mix of coconut oil and peppermint oil into his scalp.

He looks up at you, warm heat blazing in his eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about but he palms your pussy from under your shirt- your still swollen, puffy pussy from the four times he’s made you cum already.

“Can I help you, Jungkook,” You ask flatly, but your poker face breaks when he dots you with kisses up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice slowing to a whine, “I’m still hard, baby, fuck. Help me.”

“How are you still hard,” You wonder with a grin, “Damn, Jeon. You must really like me, huh?”

“If that wasn’t obvious then I’m clearly not doing something right here,” He breathes into your skin.

“Gimme a kiss then,” You murmur, pushing his long hair behind his ear. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light of your bedroom and you trace it gently with your fingertips. Jungkook desperately pushes his lips to yours, parting your lips easily and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kisses your teeth hungrily, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

His hips roll into yours impatiently, hands already pawing at your shirt. The air in your bedroom is suddenly so stifling, thick and nearly choking you both with the intensity of your desire. You just want him to feel good with you.

“Jungkook,” You say softly with warm cheeks, “You can use me, however you want. Tell me what you want, bunny.”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his eyes bright and wide.

You’re both on the same page, because he’s scrambling to chuck his boxers to the side and you’re tossing your shirt on top of his boxers.

***********************

“Fuuuck,” Jungkook groans. He’s breathless, heart racing erratically. All he can do is hold your shoulders as he watches with a piercing, hazy gaze as his cock is swallowed in between your tits. You squeeze them tightly together, trying to create as much friction as you can for him.

“Fuck,” He whines, “Fuck, you look so good, baby. O-oh, shit, my pretty baby, you’re pretty-”

Jungkook nearly cums when you mischievously stick your tongue out to brush against the head of his leaking cock. The visual is almost too much for him and his breaths are choked, strangled as he forces himself to look into your dark eyes.

“So big, bunny, look,” You say softly, “You like this? You’re so hot like this…”

He’s nearly in tears, eyes shining and wet at how good this feels. If your pussy was a slice of heaven, then your tits were the next best thing. You moan softly, feeling your own wetness and heat pooling. Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wild and wet as he slides his cock in between the valley of your tits languidly. Almost as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

You’re so warm, warm everywhere.

His muscles are tense, the furrow in his brow beginning to appear when he’s about to cum. “Shit, baby, oh my god, I love your tits,” Jungkook moans, tossing his head back, “Fuck, I love everything about you-”

You don’t know how he’s able to form coherent sentences to you when he’s this close to cumming. But he’s always been a man of many talents.

“You know what I just realized,” You gasp suddenly, “Neither of us made it official that we’re dating. Like I never asked you ‘out’ and you never asked me ‘out’-”

“Fuck, you talk too much,” Jungkook nearly snarls, “My cock is literally in between your tits and I’m about to fucking cum all over you and you think I belong to anyone else?”

You swallow thickly, Jungkook narrowing his eyes at you. He looks intimidating and intense above you, his powerful, golden thighs straddling either side of you.

“N-no, I was just-”

Jungkook shoots you a glare, reaches behind him and gathers your wetness with two fingers. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You send him a glare right back, but it melts away quickly when you swirl your tongue and suck on his digits.

He cums without warning, hastily and with a broken sort of sound ripping from his throat. It’s warm and sticky as it lands on your chest and your cheek. But he cums so much and much to your chagrin some of his cum gets in your eye and you nearly shriek at the burn.

“Jungkook! What the hell, your cum is in my fucking eyeball-”

He’s still panting above you, like some sort of golden boy, and it takes him a few seconds to register your irritation. “Oh shit,” Jungkook says and jumps into action. He tugs you into the bathroom to gently wash your eye for you (after washing his own hands), with you grumbling the entire time.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You roll your eyes and demand to be taken back to bed and lavished in kisses as penance for his cum shooting into your eye.

Jungkook tastes himself a little when his tongue slips into your mouth, but it hardly registers as he rolls on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

Jungkook fleetingly thinks he should’ve spent more time trying to convince you to stay home with him. Maybe with a few soft, long kisses to your neck, he might have. You looked delectable, good enough to eat- your dress fitted around your hips, nails, hair, and makeup done, the scent of your perfume subtle but not irritating to his sensitive nose.

You had asked him to pick what jewelry to wear, so one of his long necklaces sitting around your neck and disappearing into the valley of your chest. It doesn’t really match with your dress, but you don’t care.

And Jungkook… well, it was difficult for you to keep your hands off of him as well. His hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, he’s wearing a sequined black (fitted) button up with the top four buttons undone, a thick, silver chain and ripped, black jeans. Your eyes are glued to his chest and he knows it- you can’t help but grip his arm, his bicep whenever you can.

Neither of you really enjoyed the club scene, but you had wanted to go out since it had been a really long time and after all, you were on your staycation. Mei had planted the idea in your head, and so now here Jungkook was.

Here he was, catching flashes off the satin, coral colored wrap dress that you were encased in. For someone who doesn’t like the scene, you blend in effortlessly. But you’re a grown woman, so he takes his eyes off of you and orders a round of shots for him, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin while nursing a bottle of soju.

In the midst of the thumping bass bouncing off of the walls in the club, you’re only aware of you and Mei while you both sing along to whatever song is blasting through the club. Mina disappeared a while ago, presumably to find Jimin.

You’re holding two drinks, one in each hand, and all you feel is the vibrations of the club. Along with your own drunkenness. Mei holds your arm to keep you steady as you move your hips in time with hers. You laugh loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders at something she said. Everything is amplified and muted at the same time, the swirl of alcohol settling comfortably in your veins.

You’re having a great time with your friends, dancing, swirling, singing and drinking. It’s a nice night to unwind, in the company of dear friends and strangers.

“Hey,” Mei murmurs in your ear, “I gotta pee and I’m gonna go find Seulgi-”

“You can just say that you wanna go find her,” You giggle, “Don’t blame your bladder on it, Mei.”

“Oh, you’re funny. I’ll text Jungkook and tell him to come find you, alright?” Mei says, patting your head. You nod and tell her to go find her girl, and she does. Leaving you to your own devices for a bit, at least until Jungkook makes his way to you.

However, what neither of you realize is that the cell reception in this building is terrible. Mei’s text never goes through and you stay in your bubble, with your two drinks in your hands and bounce along to the music.

You’re not sure how much time goes by, but it feels like you’ve been alone for quite a while. You squint your eyes at your phone to check the time and send a text to Jungkook. A text that never goes through. You frown and are about to turn on your heel to link up with your man (wherever he might be), but you hear a surprised call of your name.

It’s hard to keep the incredulity out of your face when you come face to face with Yunho, the man who had stood you up all those months ago. The air has almost been punched out of your lungs, and you have to squint at him to believe what you’re seeing.

He calls your name again, giving you a wave and a bright smile. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Can I buy you a drink? I feel like I owe it to you after…” His eyes are sincere. At least you think so, with your drunk goggles on.

“I don’t know, Yunho, it’s okay…” You mumble unsurely, “Isn’t this weird?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Yunho says and pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Oh, alright. I guess a drink won’t hurt,” You shrug and lead the way to the bar. The least he can do for you after standing you up and hurting your feelings is buy you a drink, you think.

“Hey listen, I owe you an apology,” Yunho says, sliding your drink towards you.

“Oh, it’s- it was a long time ago,” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. Sure, it was a hit to your ego, but in hindsight it doesn’t matter. Not when you have Jungkook. Honestly, you’ve forgotten that Yunho had even been a blip in your radar once upon a time. It was only because of Sora, anyway.

“I had something urgent come up last minute that day and I asked Sora to tell you,” Yunho continues, “I’m sorry I didn’t follow up or even reach out to you after. But I’d heard that you were with Jeon now, so didn’t want to… overstep, I guess.”

And even through your drunken haze, you understand. You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh boy,” You groan, “Sora never told me about that but we’re not close anymore, Yunho. It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry she got you, too.”

Yunho’s lips part in surprise, “She didn’t… Alright. What’s done is done, I guess.”

“Yeah,” You murmur airily, “And yes, I am with Jeon. Though I can’t seem to find him…”

“I’m happy to keep you company until you do.”

Despite how well you and Yunho seem to hit it off (most of your time spent bitching about Sora), you can’t help but think of Jungkook. You quite miss him, not having seen him all night in the club. You want to dance with him, and little do you know that he’s been scouring the entire club for you in a frenzy once he ran into Mei and Mina and hadn’t seen you with them.

He had sent them a glare, his jaw clenched and walked away to find you. So when his eyes finally land on you at the bar, after about twenty-five minutes of searching and trying to get through strings of people around you, his heart soars. But he sees you laughing with someone else at the bar. With Yunho.

Jealousy is petty, he tells himself. But he struggles to keep it at bay as it rears its head and comforts him. He’s always been protective and possessive of those he loves and cherishes. You’re definitely no exception.

You wobble a little on your feet, but you hold your own. Even from here, he can see the drunkenness of your smile, beads of sweat as they race down your neck to hide in the valley of your breasts. He zeroes in on your necklace (his) around your neck and reminds himself. It’s his necklace that you’re wearing, after all.

Then why is the man who stood you up all those months ago making you laugh like that?

You must have a sixth sense or something for him, because you turn your head a bit as if you can sense him. Your entire face lights up when you see him, in a way that makes his tough heart swell in adoration.

You make your way over to him with your drink and peck his lips chastely, despite his desire to pull you into his arms and kiss you long enough that your knees buckle. So that Yunho sees that he is yours.

“You disappeared on me, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, adjusting your necklace. He’s gripping it tightly, but you don’t notice.

“I was with Yunho, remember him? ‘Member, he stood me up but he didn’t because it was Sora’s fault-”

“That’s no surprise,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. You take his hand, squeezing and introduce him to Yunho. As if he doesn’t know him already. Jungkook’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like how Yunho looks at you, how his gaze lingers on your skin and the curves of your dress. You lean against Jungkook heavily, absently playing with his fingers. You stay mostly quiet, sipping your drink as the two men speak (rather tersely).

Jungkook knows he’s being ridiculous.

“Kook, finish my drink?” You murmur, offering him the glass. Jungkook maintains eye contact with Yunho as he downs the remainder of your drink in a few solid gulps.

“Was nice to see you, Yunho,” You say, “I think Jimin and Mina are looking for us, Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

With that Jungkook firmly holds your waist, keeping you close to him. You both know that neither Jimin nor Mina are looking for either of you. You’d only wanted to be alone with Jungkook.

So Jungkook leads you to a spot where he knows Yunho can visibly see you both. You let loose, giggling as Jungkook twirls you easily and moving your arms to match the beat of the music. He makes you laugh with his moves, winking at you and shooting finger guns at you as he twirls and swivels around you. He’s always been a great dancer, you realize. That’s funny, because you’re sometimes clumsy on your own two feet. He pulls you into him, his chest to your back and his hips pressed against your ass. You sigh contentedly, head lolling against his shoulder and you rest your hand over his hand to let him lead you.

His nose is buried in your neck, lips lightly brushing your pulse. He bites your earlobe gently, earning a soft laugh from you. Jungkook tilts your jaw to the side to meet your eyes and plants a deep kiss to your glossy lips. He holds you steady when your knees weaken, your belly flipping at the intensity that he pours into you.

Jungkook is all around you, encasing you within his arms and there’s not a single place you’d rather be. When you pull away for air, you thumb away your gloss on his bottom lip and bite his bottom lip gently.

“I adore you,” You say dreamily, “You are so… Everything. Everything. I adore you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn, but he ducks his head for another sharp kiss. And if Yunho is watching him shove his tongue down your throat and holding your hips to his possessively then that’s fine by him.

The journey back home is a quick one (after you both stop for fried noodles, despite the inevitable heartburn it’ll give you both the next day but you’re both so hungry). You both stumble into your home in a mess of giggles and groping, nearly falling to the floor due to your clumsiness.

Jungkook has been hard since he kissed you in the club, in front of Yunho. He knew Yunho had been watching, feeling the man’s eyes on you both the entire time. His jealousy has crawled back into the box that it was unleashed from, but he knows that’s something to revisit later.

Something else to revisit is that he liked that someone else was watching him with you. He stores that information for later, instead focusing on keeping you upright from falling.

Somehow, through your blurry vision and wobbly legs, you get on your knees and palm Jungkook’s cock through his pants. A shameless moan rips through you- any and every inch of him makes you dizzy with desire.

You like him so much that it nearly makes you cry.

“Gonna blow you now,” You announce happily, fumbling with the button of his jeans and using all of your concentration and strength to pull his pants down along with his boxers. You sloppily kiss your way down his chest, spending extra time on his tattoo and licking (then biting) his happy trail before humming around his leaking cock.

He’s so wet already, and it’s all because of you.

Jungkook groans, eyes closing in pleasure as your pretty mouth wraps around his cock. He thrusts lightly into your mouth, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Only to find you already staring up at him, your makeup smudged and tears already forming in your pretty eyes. He cradles your cheek affectionately, stroking your cheekbone-

But before he can compliment you, softly praise you, he hears a noise. It originates from the back of your throat, something both familiar and unfamiliar. You gag uncontrollably around his cock, and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, it’s different this time. Because you’re a little drunk. So he should be unsurprised when you retch on his cock, pull yourself off of him before your drunk self can get any more vomit on his cock and sprint into your bathroom.

You manage to lock the door in your frenzy of utter humiliation and alcohol addled mind. You hover over the toilet bowl, the sounds of you throwing up bouncing off of the walls. You’re crying, sobbing more like it- from both the pain in your chest from vomiting violently into the toilet bowl coupled with the humiliation of quite literally throwing up on your boyfriend’s cock.

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll erase the memory.

“Baby,” Jungkook calls softly, his cock fully hanging out in the open, “Baby, please open the door. It’s not a big deal, but I need to wash my dick off.”

You let out a choked, watery laugh at that and move to flush the toilet and rinse your mouth out. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you unlock your bathroom door, and you can’t bear to look Jungkook in the eye. But he holds your wrist to his when you try to escape into the safety of your bedroom.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest, heat flooding your ears in shame. It feels like your head is empty, static filling up the spaces that the silence between you both doesn’t.

“It’s just me,” Jungkook coos, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Jungkook, ‘m absolutely mortified,” You say flatly, voice a little high in pitch as fresh tears burning behind your eyelids, “I want to evaporate from this plane of existence in about three-point-four seconds, I literally threw up on your penis, I’m so sorry. Don’t even look at me-”

Jungkook winces at your tone and the way your shoulders are hunched, hands gripping the hem of your dress unsurely.

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s really okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Come shower. The vomit is drying on my dick-”

But that’s the wrong thing to say because you start to cry immediately, shoving your face in your hands. Jungkook sighs, mentally kicking himself and running a hand through his purple locks. He calls your name softly and pulls you into his arms for a tight hug, despite the drying vomit on his dick, which is hanging out and brushes against your hip. You sniffle, peeking at him with shy eyes and he rubs your back soothingly.

“When I say it’s okay, I mean it,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how drunk you were. I know you feel embarrassed, but it’s just me, baby.”

He kisses you, despite your protests, and helps you rinse your mouth again. You allow Jungkook to somehow maneuver you into the shower, peeling you out of your clothes. You feel grimy and sticky from the club and you’re grateful for the cool water against your skin. You stand behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, letting him wash himself.

“Can I wash you?” You whisper, voice unsure. You feel awful, cheeks burning but still. He nods and you take your body wash and lather him with it, washing his now limp dick gently and swallowing nervously.

“See? Not a big deal,” Jungkook says, coaxes you out of your nervousness, “Lemme wash you, baby.”

And so he does, taking your loofah and gently rubbing your skin. Under the cool spray of water, your nerves slip away with each giggle and kiss that he pulls and plants from your lips. Your eyes are still a little shy, a little slick with alcohol. But it’s just Jungkook, and you’re safe with him.

Jungkook nearly wrestles you to get you to eat something more, after throwing up the remainder of your guts after you both had showered (it was mainly just water and alcohol at this point). You’re nearly falling asleep on his shoulder but he manages to shake you awake for a slice of leftover noodles and two glasses of water. But eventually, he coaxes you into eating with a few kisses, hugs, and shoulder rubs.

Once you both are in bed, Jungkook wraps himself around you, his hands immediately drifting below your sleep shirt to your belly. Your cheeks burn as the events of the night replay in your mind’s eye and you press your face into your pillow with a groan.

“I can’t believe I threw up on your dick a-and you’re so nice a-about it,” You mumble, “You really are everything.”

“Well, what else am I going to do if the girl I like vomits on my dick,” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t worry about it, baby. It happens.”

“To who? Only to me,” You say sadly, “I drank too much. I’m sorry, Kook-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around you and kissing your forehead, “I promise it’s okay. I promise I’m not looking at you any differently.”

His words make you relax in his hold and you nod. Jungkook tilts your jaw towards him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t say anything else after that, only allowing your soft, breathy sighs to spill out of your lips and into him with every comforting kiss and every slip of his tongue in your mouth.

He tells you to rest in between kisses, but your eyes are already closed.

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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i love all your super angsty stuff, but sometimes i want to see dream go apesht and be powerful and confident and frightening again, y'know? maybe a little unhinged still but making everyone realize that THEY made this monster by putting him in the vault O_O

OH YEAH ,, unhinged c!dream my beloved (/lh)

c!dream when he’s a hot mess, ever so slightly (or not slightly) off the rails is SO much fun to write and read ,, he’s so messed up to himself and others and makes me go like >:D the entire time

im not sure if this is what you wanted, exactly, but boy was it fun to write. c!sam,, is not having a good day lmao

tw: blood, violence, implied torture, offscreen murder, death threats, mental instability, emotional distress, dark content, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!sam critical (not really? But I digress)

Ranboo is in the wrong place in the wrong time.

He thinks, halfheartedly, that that could be the name of his autobiography. What To Do If The Universe Hates You, an Advice Book By Ranboo T. Beloved doesn’t sound too shabby, all things considered - it’s applicable, at the very least. It’d been true with George’s house, true for the Butcher Army, true when he’d been the one that Techno found in search for his armor back, true now, with sirens blaring from the prison that he’s coincidentally probably the closest to out of everyone on the server. Part of him wants to just ditch the place for Snowchester, as he was originally planning to do; unfortunately, caring about pretty much everyone means caring about what’s going on with their greatest enemy, especially now that Wilbur’s been revived.

Ranboo hurries towards the prison, dunking water by his feet to activate his trident. It only takes him a few Riptides (what can he say - he did say he was close to the prison) for the beach in front of the giant, dark-walled structure to come into sight, two figures stood in front of the smaller box containing the Nether Portal. One of them, standing tall and wearing glinting purple netherite, is clearly, unmistakably Sam, which means he other stranger- well, not stranger, exactly, must be Dream.

Ranboo skids to a stop on the hillside, not wanting to jump into the fray until he knows exactly what’s happening; Techno’s voice rings in his head (the element of surprise is one of your greatest weapons in battle) then Phil’s (what he means is don’t be an idiot, mate) and he settles, silent, to observe with an enderpearl readied in his hand.

It’s no wonder he didn’t recognize Dream, at first - he looks nothing like the man that Ranboo remembers, almost doesn’t look like a person at all. His hair is long and tangled, hanging in clumps around his face. Even from the distance, he looks like a wreck, all sharp edges and skinny, shaking limbs, a heavy netherite axe hefted in one hand. Ranboo shudders at the sight of the blood already on the blade, at the various injuries painting the orange of his prison uniform more red than orange, and looks to make sure his sword is close at hand.

“Prisoner,” Sam’s voice is gravelly, tight with stress. He sounds the same way he did that one time he confronted Ranboo about the prison books he didn’t remember signing, the pages filled with strange runes that he somehow could understand- “Stand down.”

“Sam-” Dream laughs, high-pitched and grating, and Ranboo’s tail lashes anxiously. Dream’s hand raises to his face, his shoulders shaking as the other hand tightens over the handle of his axe, “Awesam. Sammy- I told you, didn’t I? I fucking told you what would happen.”

“Dream-”

“Unless you want to end up like Quackity, I suggest you stop talking, Warden.”

It’s quite a sight to see someone in fully armored netherite cower from someone completely unarmored, looking more dead than alive, but well - it is Dream, and Ranboo finds himself cringing back at the words even though he’s not even in the area. He steals a look at his communicator; the rest of the server has noticed the sirens, it seems, but nobody seems to understand what exactly is going on, much less be ready for a potential fight, and a nervous shiver runs down his spine.

“Sammy,” Dream stalks forward, his axe braced in front of him, “Look at you. You’re so goddamn pathetic-” He spits the words like venom, back hunched, center of gravity pulled close to the ground - he looks more mob than human, watches Sam with the same wild-eyed desperation that Ranboo’s seen in a starving wolf chasing down prey, “Such a fucking coward that you couldn’t do shit yourself. Well- good for Quackity, isn’t it? It sure ended up well for him.”

Ranboo shivers, looking at the blood staining the netherite blade with ice rising in his chest. No- he didn’t-

“You know how good it felt to plunge this axe into his neck?” Dream laughs, the sound raspy and unsettling, making Ranboo shrink back in his hiding spot, “You know how many times he threatened to do the same to me? You know how many times he’s used this exact fucking axe to cave my ribs in?” He hurls the blade down and Ranboo reaches out with a wordless shout, watching as the axe strikes the earth in a spray of sand, “HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES, SAM?”

“Dream-”

“Don’t- You don’t get to call me that,” Dream pulls the axe back, looks up with another round of breathless laughter. “You- don’t you fucking dare.”

Sam draws back- Ranboo can’t place the expression that flashes over his face, something a little like fear, something a little like guilt. He doesn’t seem to try and say anything, a sword appearing in his hand.

“So you want to try this too,” Dream’s voice pitches low, becoming something hysterical, almost amused, “Sure! We’ll play. Try to last a little longer than Quackity, will you?”

He flashes forward, much much faster than he should with the amount of injuries that claw over his arms and legs, brings the axe down in a heavy clang that is only barely met by Sam’s sword. Ranboo looks left and right, tries to find others coming to the Warden’s aid, finds none. Dream’s pace is ruthless, bringing down the axe again and again, hardly reacting when Sam catches him by the arm on his blade. Sam hisses in alarm as the axe handle is swung into the inside of his arm, loses his grip on the sword as the back end of the axe catches it at the base. Dream heaves in shuddering breaths, axe clanging against Sam’s armor and sending the creeper hybrid toppling to the ground with a sharp exhale of breath, presses the bloody blade beneath his chin.

“You know-” He smiles, pressing the axe forward further, making Sam lift his head as he falls back against the sand, “You were kind of useful, you know? You and Quackity, I mean.” Dream hisses angrily, words pitching lower, “Do you know what’s the easiest way to make someone hurt? Do you know where to hit someone for it to cause the most pain? Do you know how it feels to break every bone in your fucking body? Quackity said he’d make every fucking day of my life a living hell.” He raises his axe, foot ground down on Sam’s arm, “How about I return the favor?”

Ranboo throws his enderpearl.

He raises his sword, braces against the vibrations running up his arms as the axe crashes down on it with a grimace as he readies himself to fight. Dream draws back for a second- “‘Boo?’

“Ranboo, run,” Sam shouts behind him, pulling his arm to his chest as he moves to stand, “Get out of here-”

“No, no, I think he can stay,” Dream’s eyes flash, harden. “Figures that he’d play the traitor once again, doesn’t it Ranboo?”

“I was never your ally-”

“You and the rest of this damned server, ‘Boo,” He laughs dangerously, draws back as Sam gets to his feet. Ranboo watches as he kicks up Sam’s sword, catching it in his left hand. “Oh well. As much as I would’ve liked to take another life-”

A flash of blue-green, and there’s someone else standing there, a crossbow loosely held in one hand, smiling lazily through his hair.

“-it looks like my ride out is here.”

“You’ve made quite the mess,” Wilbur drawls, rolling his eyes at the man beside him, “I have to say- I’m a little impressed.”

“Wil,” Dream breathes, shoulders visibly falling, looking at the other man with a sort of soft-edged reverence that makes Ranboo shift uncomfortably at the sight. It feels off, wrong, to see him go from a raging, frothing thing to someone docile, expression filled with a mockery of adoration.

“We’ll be off then, gentlemen,” Wilbur salutes with one hand, lips quirking up. “No hard feelings, Ranboo, Sam,” he nods at each of them with their names and tosses an enderpearl into the horizon, Dream doing so at the same time, “We’ll see you around.”

Ranboo watches, lungs heaving, as they disappear.

“...you know, Sam, I think we might be in a little bit of trouble.”

#tw blood #tw violence #tw torture #tw death threats #tw mental instability #tw murder #tw emotional distress #tw dark content #tw threats #long post #prison arc #pandora's vault #warden sam critical #c!sam critical #my writing :D #my asks !!

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Request: Hey, I loved both your dreamcatcher and loona scenario. Is it okay to request a loona scenario where the members find out yeojin's getting bullied at school and then the next day the 13th member who goes to the same school but had no idea yeojinie was being bullied, returns home early with a busted lip and a cut on her forehead. Apparently, she had fought yeojin's bullies and got in trouble. And can we see a little preview of the fight. If not it's okay. ☺️

Platonic Pairing: Yeojin x 13th member!Reader

A/N: Sure I hope you like it.

When Hyejoo dropped out of school you and Yerim decided to stay, but Yerim goes to a different school than you and Yeojin. Originally you went to Yerim's school but decided to switch to Yeojin's so that you could spend more time with your maknae. You hardly see each other during school hours but you come and go together every day. Over time, Yeojin seems to withdraw from you a little. Urging you to leave earlier than her and avoiding your eyes when you or the members ask what's wrong.

The members have been looking to you for answers, but you don't have any to give, which frustrates you to no end. She used to tell you all about her day on the way home, but now when you do go home together she's much quieter than you've ever seen her.

Today as usual you feel Haseul burning a hole in the side of your head. Neither of you speaks up or says anything so the tension only rises until you look at her dead in the eye. Haseul can tell from the look in your eyes that it's killing you too, maybe even more than anyone else. So she says nothing. She sighs and pats your shoulder before getting up to finish packing Yerim, Yeojin, and your lunches. She has always insisted on making your lunch so that she knows your eating. Though Yeojin always seems starved when she comes home.

"Yeojin-ah! Yerim-ah! Come on you two, you only have 10 minutes to eat your breakfast." Haseul calls out to her other younger members.

The two come running down the stairs giggling together when they both beam at you, already sitting and eating your cereal. You give them both your best smile even though it's a bit forced at this point. It's always like this. Yeojin smiles in the morning when she wakes up, but the moment you get in the van together her frown comes out and she doesn't talk at all. Not today though, today you were getting to the bottom of this no matter what.

Fifteen minutes later you and Yeojin are hugging Yerim goodbye before heading to your usual van for school while she heads to hers. Yeojin is abnormally quiet again but you don't try to push her. You do your best to keep an eye on her throughout the day when you realize you never gave her the lunch Haseul handed to you for her. With your teacher's permission, you make your way to the class you know Yeojin should be in but when you look in she isn't there. You check the bathroom near her class and hear voices so you go in as quietly as possible and stand against the wall by the door and out of sight.

"Come on seriously? I thought that dumb unnie of yours makes you lunch every day, now we're gonna be hungry you idiot." A girl you recognize as Park Hyemi, a girl in Yeojin's class, standing over your maknae with two others you don't recognize. What's clear is that they're much bigger than Yeojin and she looks uncomfortable, scared even.

Yeojin doesn't respond she just keeps her head down and does her best not to cry.

"What's the matter Yeojin? Why don't you call for your precious Y/n unnie to come to save you? We'd love to beat on her too." This seems to spark something in Yeojin when she looks up and scoffs. An instant reaction to the mention of you and a newfound confidence that proves she believes the next thing that comes out of her mouth.

"I haven't told Y/n unnie about you for your own sakes."

"Oh? And why is that shrimp for brains." Yeojin shrugs her shoulders and doesn't hesitate.

"Because I'm afraid she'd kill you."

They laugh at her and shove her in the stall behind her, intending to start beating on her again. You open the door and call Yeojin's name to create the illusion that you're just arriving and walk in with her lunchbox and a phony smile plastered on your face.

"Yeojin-ah?" You walk deeper into the bathroom to find the three girls lined up next to each other and smiling nervously at you. With Yeojin stepping out of the stall looking a little disheveled but relieved to see you.

"Unnie? What are you doing here?" Yeojin breathes out with worry. Her eyes keep shifting to the three girls doing their best to look as innocent as possible.

"I accidentally stole your lunch, kiddo. You wanna eat together since I came all this way to find you?" Her tiny face lights up immediately.

"Yes unnie, let's go!" Yeojin turns to you and tries to push you out of the bathroom and you can't help but chuckle.

"Wait Yeojinnie, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" The girls perk up and extend their hands to you with excitement that makes you want to vomit on all three of them. They introduce themselves as Hyemi, Doyoung, and Minha. You just smile an ominously sweet smile at them while looking each in the eye. Their hands are left hanging in the space between you.

"Well. I hope to meet you all again soon. Please take care of my Yeojinnie," You pause, tilting your head to the side with what they would only describe as a terrifying smile on your face. "Or. Else."

They all pale remembering Yeojin's words from earlier. You turn and give Yeojin a genuine smile and put your hands on her cheeks, smoothing them a little.

"Let's go eat, okay?"

Yeojin nods at you and takes your hand in hers as you leave the bathroom together but the moment you two are out of the bathroom your face changes and your body stiffens but you don't let go of Yeojin's hand. You actually pull her closer into your side like you don't want anyone else touching her and she knows that you saw more than you originally let on.

"Unnie-" She begins but you cut her off immediately.

"Not another word until we get outside Yeojin. But believe we will be discussing this."

The smaller girl quiets but walks closer to your side than usual. The truth of the matter was she had been dealing with these girls for months now, always wishing she could reach out to you for help but she knows you too well. She's seen how heated you get just at antis posting bad things about your members online. She knows that you value her like a real little sister and she was more afraid of what you'd do if you found out. You get outside and under the tree, you two used to eat under all the time before she started withdrawing from you.

At first, you don't speak you just open both of your lunches and add about half of yours to hers so that she had more to eat than you. You crack open the special chopsticks that you bought her for her last birthday with her name engraved on them and hand them to her with her extra full lunch. Yeojin tries to protest you giving up so much of your food but the look on your face leaves no room for any argument.

The two of you eat in silence but it's comfortable for her. This is the first time in months that she feels safe. The first time in months that she's actually gotten to eat one of Haseul's specially made lunches and in peace. The emotion builds up for her so much that she doesn't even notice the tears streaming down her face until she feels you wiping them, away. She looks up at you and sees the neutrality of your features but the rage burning behind your eyes.

"How long has this been going on and why haven't you told anyone?"

"About 3 months. I didn't want anyone to worry about me. I feel like a burden already as it is. I feel like I annoy you guys all the time."

"First of all, that's too long for us to go to the same school and you not tell me. I thought we were closer than that Yeojin. Second, you could never really be annoying. We love you Yeojin. And you should know that I would do almost anything for you."

"And that's what I'm scared of! I don't want you getting in trouble because of me."

"I won't. I'm going to get in trouble because of me." Yeojin furrows her brows and pauses eating, chopsticks mid-air. When she goes to speak you hold your hand up to quiet her.

"So here's what's going to happen. Tomorrow you don't feel good. I'll back you up, whatever it takes but you aren't coming to school tomorrow and I'll handle this my way. Understood?"

"But unnie you can't-" Her protests fall on deaf ears.

"Do you understand me Im Yeojin?" Your voice never raises but the look on your face tells her that there is no changing your mind anymore.

The rest of the day Yeojin manages to dodge her bullies until it's time to go home and they corner her in the classroom after everyone else leaves. But they don't know that your already a step ahead and before they can even speak you're in the doorway sweetly calling Yeojin's name.

"Kiddo, let's go. The unnies and I have a surprise for you waiting at the dorm." You reach out your hand for her and she smiles genuinely at you for the 3rd time today. It's nice to see.

Yeojin takes you and allows you to put your arm around her shoulder when she approaches you. You smile that same scary smile at the three girls looking dumbfounded as you two walk away. This time you don't change your demeanor or try to scold her. You just happily talk with your maknae all the way home.

When you arrive home together talking and laughing arm in arm the members are pleasantly surprised. Almost immediately you have to go to a schedule and all throughout nobody misses the way Yeojin clings to you. More than she used to before her attitude changed a few months back. When she finally lets you go to use the bathroom everyone turns to you with raised eyebrows and you just give them a knowing smile.

If you tell them now, they may try to stop you from doing what you're planning. You know full well what you intend is wrong and you know that the consequences will be heavy, but you can't bring yourself to care. The thought of those girls pushing Yeojin around and hurting her in any capacity has your better judgment going into hibernation.----------------------

The next morning, you lie to Haseul through your teeth about how Yeojin seems sick and she plays along. Haseul doesn't question it because you've never lied to her before. So you go on your way to school alone. You wait until the period before lunch to skip your class and wait outside of Yeojin's class for the three troublemakers to come out.

Back home Yeojin gets antsy waiting around. You haven't responded to her texts and she can only put on the sick charade for so long. Haseul is the first to notice and then Hyejoo.

"Why do you look so worried?" Hyejoo asks her younger friend.

That's all it takes she gathers everyone in the living room before she starts telling the yesterday's events at school. Meanwhile, her class lets out and the three girls you were waiting for stop right in their tracks when they see you leaning against the wall with your arms crossed. The thing is they may be bigger than Yeojin but they aren't bigger than you. Not to say your maknae is defenseless but you and Hyejoo are known for your strength for a reason.

"So what was it you said yesterday? You'd love to beat on me too?"

They all grow a little paler when you push off the wall and stand in front of them.

"Hit me, if you've got the guts."

So Hyemi does. she punches you square in the mouth, instantly busting your lip. You stumble back a little but you're quick to stand solid again. You don't bother wiping away the blood on your lip, opting to smile at them instead.

"Again."

This time all three girls come after you but you're quick. One thing nobody but your members knew was that you, like Jiwoo, are a third-degree black belt in taekwondo and working on your fourth. You catch Doyoung right behind the ear with a roundhouse kick that has her down and disoriented while you dodge Hyemi and Minha's efforts to hit you. They aren't prepared for the power in your legs or the speed that you have in general when you sweep both of theirs legs from under them and stomp your foot down next to their heads.

"If you ever bother my Yeojinnie again. We're going to have serious problems, you get me?"

They nod and stay down as you walk yourself to the principal's office. He takes one look at you and gets concerned but he doesn't have to wait for an explanation. You tell him how they bullied Yeojin and so you returned the favor. He ended up giving you 3 days of out-of-school suspension. You're smart so you saved yourself a lot of trouble when you let them hit you first. Even smarter for provoking the, right in front of a camera for proof purposes. So you were sent home.

When you got back to the dorm Yeojin was wrapping up her story to the members and they all looked at you with jaws on the floor at the blood from your lip dripping onto your uniform. Yeojin runs up to you with a tissue and wipes some blood from your forehead too, brushing a wound that you didn't even know was there. You reach for your forehead and chuckle at the fact that one of them, managed to scratch you.

"Um..what's so funny Y/n? Look at you! You're a mess." Haseul is the first to address you with words.

"Don't worry about it unnie, I'm fine. I am suspended for 3 days but it was worth it."

"What was worth it?" Jinsol asks from her position on the couch.

You don't look at the unnies because you know they are staring daggers at you. Instead, you look to Yeojin and wrap her in a tight hug.

"I took care of it." You're loud enough for everyone to hear you and they put two and two together. Yeojin told the members that you seemed to have a plan but they weren't expecting this. There is just silence in the room as you hug Yeojin with all your might.

"Did you win?" Finally, someone speaks relieving the tension a little as everyone is surprised to see Jiwoo speak up.

"Of course I won unnie. This was just necessary damage, that's all." You chuckle when Yeojin hits your arm lightly. Jiwoo smiles and high-fives you. "That's my girl."

"So who's going to explain this to Yerim when she gets home?" Haseul asks. You and Yeojin look at each other and shout simultaneously.

"Not it!"

#Girl group scenarios #Loona scenarios #Im Yeojin scenarios #Yeojin scenarios #13th member #angst

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hubbytaeil · 4 years

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1, 4, and 23 for hendery

Hendery + #1It’s too cold, come back!, #4 I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified, #23 Can I kiss you?

a/n: i don’t know how to recover from writing this help, i think i got carried away im sorry lmao

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It’s rather peculiar noticing that, no matter how much we think we know someone, surprisingly important elements always tend to hide themselves to the eye. One could compare such a thought with the unannounced downpour that occurred on that particular Friday night. “I swear, the forecast said there wasn’t going to be a single cloud in the sky!” declared with unparalleled confidence your friend Hendery.

You released an inaudible swear under your breath, feeling your clothes getting wetter by the minute. You had planned no activity after dinner and you regretted not booking a table in some bar nearby. Being the weekend, there was not a single place that had enough space for other people. For a while you and Hendery just stood under some small porch, arguing whose fault was it this time. “I mean, you could’ve brought an umbrella, just in case, y/n.” I trusted you! You specifically said ‘Yo y/n, no rain tonight, how lucky are we?’.” Hendery shook his head in denial, even thought he knew exactly what he had told you on the phone. You put your arms around yourself, trying to find a way to ignore the shivers but it was no use. The more you thought about it, the clearer the solution was. “Hendery, put your arm around me.” You exclaimed with an emotionless expression, accompanied by the clicking of your teeth. Your friend stared at you incredulously for a good moment. “Excuse me, I don’t think I’ve heard you right.” He answered mockingly, scratching his ear. “You heard me. I’m not repeating myself.” You said as you impatiently tapped your foot on the slippery floor. Usually, at that point, Hendery would start making fun of you, he would ask you if you ‘had a crush on him, or something’ until the end of the evening. But he didn’t do anything of the ladder, instead he put his arm around you, almost like he had been waiting for you to ask him. The grip of his arm was tight around your shoulders, maybe a little too much. But you didn’t complain since you were finally feeling a little relief from small warmth he was providing you. There was something different in the silence that you were sharing; Hendery was a little tense and his eyes were shifting in every possible direction. You could read him like a book after years of friendship, it was only obvious to you that he was hiding something. And you knew exactly how to get it out of him. You just needed an important factor: the unexpected.

Out of the blue, you leaned in closer to him. “You know what we could do?” you whispered, making sweet eyes at him. He hated when you did that, this time it was no different, but for other reasons. “What?” he asked, faking annoyance unsuccessfully. You freed yourself from his grip and ran directly into the downpour. “No, y/n! You’ll come up with a fever!” shouted Hendery but you blatantly ignored his warnings, swaying your long skirt side to side in the rain. “It’s too cold, come back!” instead of using your words, you just ran back to him and grabbed him by the sleeve of his hoodie. “C’mon, I’ve always wanted to dance in the rain!” Hendery could not find the right words. There you were, your clothes completely drenched, your hair messy and your white shoes now turning into a shade of brown; but in his eyes, you were the most beautiful you’d ever looked. How could Hendery give voice to all the things he felt when he was with you if every time he tried, he would just get tongue tied and give up? He decided to stay silent once again, letting you guide him in the rain. You grabbed both his hands and began dancing to a non-existing rhythm, to which he tagged along slowly. You tried to remember the steps of a dance you’d seen in a period movie. “Are sure you remember it right?” questioned Hendery, seeing you struggling to find which way to turn, “Can you do better, sir?” you replied, bowing clumsily. He gave you a rather ambiguous look before he answered. “Follow me, miss.” Hendery took you in his embrace, his left hand on your lower back, the other guiding you. You’d never felt him so close to you, as you two swayed unevenly in what looked like the caricature of tango. Hendery made up for the music by making strange noises, resulting in you bursting into a rigorous laughter. “Don’t laugh! Dancing the tango is an art!” he exclaimed rolling the ‘r’ a little too hardly. Unconsciously, you hid your hysterical laughter in the crook of his neck, holding on to his back trying to catch a breath from all the fun that you were having. Hendery returned the embrace, making you forget for an instance that you were standing in the pouring rain. You shifted backwards to look directly at him, for no apparent reason. Instinctively, you began pushing his now soaking wet hair away from his face in the gentlest manner. Hendery immediately melted into your touch, tilting his head so that his face would fit perfectly into your palm. Something radiated in your chest and you couldn’t quite figure out what it was. But you were sure that Hendery’s fixed gaze on you was one of the reasons you were feeling that way. If only you had known the battle your friend was facing, seeing you in his arms and holding him tightly. Eventually, he caved in. “Y/n, I can’t take it any longer.” His words came out abruptly, as fast as a lightning, leaving you confused and a little scared. “What’s wrong?” you asked, dying to know what was troubling him. “Just tell me. If you say it, it’ll make you feel better.” Hendery thought otherwise, but he knew what he had to do. He took in a long deep breath, and then the lightning stroke again. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” His confession was professed all in one breath, because that was the only way he could figure out how to say it. Hendery’s heart was about to jump out of his chest waiting for your reaction. He expected you to get angry, to shout at him, to walk away and never talk to him again. But, to his surprise, you held him even closer, almost leaving no space between you two. You asked how long he had been feeling this way. “It’s been months now. I thought it was just a momentary feeling, that it would’ve gone away easily. I didn’t want to put our friendship at stake so I just waited. But I can’t endure it, not anymore.” You looked at him attentively as he poured his feelings out, matching the rhythm of the rain that had kept on falling in the meantime. “We must be the dumbest people on the planet.” You uttered giving Hendery a smirk, leaving him in a bit of a shock. “What? Why?!” he quickly responded showing his confusion. Then you let your hand caress his hair once again. “Because I didn’t want to say anything either, for your same reasons.” Hendery thought he was dreaming, because the thought that you could possibly ever reciprocate his feelings had been strongly pushed away by his mind, fearing rejection like a child fears the darkness. “Y/n, if this is a joke, I swear…” “I’m not joking, Hendery.” You answered pouting your lips slightly, feeling rather upset that his first instinct was to not believe you. “I think I’m love with you too.” Saying those words out loud only remarked their truthfulness. The only thing that Hendery could do was to hug you, leaving you breathless. “We really are idiots.” He confirmed, chuckling in your ear.

A few moments passed before you decided to go back under the porch, wondering why you hadn’t done that before. You hid in Hendery’s embrace once again, even though you weren’t feeling cold anymore as he rubbing your shoulders lovingly. “Since we’re both going to be sick tomorrow…” he inquired out of the blue. “Yes?” “Can I kiss you?” You smiled at his request and, for the second time that evening, you managed to leave Hendery speechless. You wasted no time before crashing your cold lips on to his, softly at first. The kiss rapidly evolved into the passionate exchange you both had craved for so long. Hendery held your hips firmly as he leaned back on one of the columns. Time seemed to have stopped, that little porch had become your own little oasis of love. You remained there for a while, taken by the bliss of the moment, letting your tongues dance with each other. Hendery started kissing your neck devotedly and only then you realised that it had stopped raining. “We should go.” You whispered in his ear before taking a step back. He agreed, but only decided to move after placing a couple of kisses on both your face and neck. As you walked back to the nearest bus station, you put your hand in his as if it were the most natural thing to do, maybe because it was.

#hendery scenarios #hendery fluff #hendery drabble #hendery fic #hendery smut #hendery angst #wayv #wayv scenarios #wayv imagines #hendery imagines #nct au #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct dream scenarios #wayv hendery

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March Ado About Nothing

Series Summary - A series of one-shots and drabbles written based off of prompts posted in the TSS Fanworks Collective server. The goal is to take traditional whump prompts and fill them in the least-angsty way possible every day through March.

A note that though some of these fills are written bait and switch style (written in a way you think is going in one direction but reveals it to be the opposite towards the end) they are all written in a fluffy or silly style with very little, if any at all, actual angst.

Day 5: Incoherent But Still In Love

Summary: Remus takes Nyquil and becomes a bit loopy as a result, unwittingly throwing off Logan's plans for the time being.

Prompts: *Poisoned/Drugged*, Shackled, Science Gone Wrong

Ships: Romantic Intrulogical (Logan x Remus)

Warnings: Remus gets loopy from Nyquil. Let me know if there are more!

General taglist (ask to be added or removed): @/janus-is-an-adorable-snek-boi @/im-an-anxious-wreck (in an effort to not flood your inboxes I’m only tagging in the first part ^-^)

WC: 733

“I think you are so so so pretty Logan. Did you know that?”

Logan grunted as he hauled his boyfriend up the porch with as much care as he could manage. “I should hope so considering how many times you’ve told me in the past few minutes.”

Remus hummed happily and leaned on Logan even more than he already had been, making trying to dig the house keys out of his pocket even more difficult than it had any right to be. Readjusting clumsily, Logan managed to get the jangking ring from his pocket and found the correct key fairly easily, Remus having painted the wide end of it in bright glittery nail polish some time ago making it stand out among the rest of them. He fitted the key into the lock just as he heard the car door shut behind him and rolled his eyes in mild annoyance.

“You could have gotten out sooner and helped you know.”

“Excuse me I was gathering our things!” Roman called back indignantly, jogging up nonetheless to sling Remus' other arm over his shoulder and helping to shuffle them all into the house. “I never reacted to Nyquil like this, are you sure he didn’t take something else?”

“My mother was the same way when she took it; it just makes certain people loopy-”

“Loop da fruit!” Remus supplied helpfully.

“Quite.” Logan glanced down fondly at the other’s dopey smile before turning back to Roman. “He’ll be fine with some sleep.”

“Hey Ro-bro, guess what?”

Roman sighed as he reached over to set the bags down on the table on their way to the couch. “What Remus?’

Remus brought the hand that was over Logan’s shoulder up to pat at his cheek gently. “I get to sleep with this. Jealous?”

Logan sputtered and turned bright red while Roman pressed his lips together tightly in an attempt to not burst out laughing. “Incredibly so. I rue the day you got to this nerd before I did.”

“I win.” Remus slurred, slumping clumsily onto the couch and burying his face in the cushions.

“The only fight I’ll ever admit you won.” Roman agreed, smirking at Logan who was pointedly ignoring him in favor of turning his boyfriend over so he wouldn’t suffocate and tucking him in for the night.

No sooner was he turned into a blanket burrito that Remus was out like a light, snoring softly with his wild curls tossed over the arm of the couch like the world’s rattiest waterfall. Nodding in satisfaction Logan went to turn the actual lights off, taking up the bags of takeout they had stopped to get and lugging them into the kitchen with Roman hot on his heels.

“Thank you for helping me, I thought he was having a bad ration and I’d have to take him to the hospital.”

“No harm done, though this does push my plans back a bit. I suppose I could salvage them and simply set things up tonight rather than taking the morning tomorrow but I doubt he’ll feel like doing much especially if he was feeling poor enough to take medicine in the fist place. I’ll try again perhaps next week, if you’re up for taking him in again that is.”

“If I refuse I’d be denying the only romantic thing you’ve ever tried to do and that would go completely against my nature.” Roman leaned over to steal a fry from Logans tub, scowling when his hand was slapped away.

“Asking someone to marry you is hardly the pinnacle of romance in my opinion and I’ve done plenty of things that would fall under such label in the past. Get on my level and maybe then you can complain.” Logan adjusted his glasses smugly as the other clutched at his chest.

“The audacity of this nerd! To think I had once called him a friend, now only fiend fits his dastardly ways! And in my darkest hour of need-”

Logan tuned out his dramatics as he looked over to the still, peaceful form on the couch, smiling at the face he felt lucky to see every day before turning back to his food. Drugging yourself with Nyquil by accident was definitely not the precedent he wanted for a proposal but he had all the time in the world to ask his somewhat idiotic boyfriend to become his other half officially.

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killthe-illusionarydreams · 4 years

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Chronic Emptiness

Fred x reader

After the war

Summary: Y/N having a depressive episode & Fred trying to help her through it. Basically me living vicariously through her. Soft moment.

Warning: Mentions of depression & plainly feeling like shit

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Y/N was exhausted. Not by her job or work, just mentally drained. This sort of thing happened sometimes. One moment she was okay, the next it all came crashing down on her & she’d feel pure hatred for the world she was living in. Fred had gotten used to it by now, he’d be the ever so caring boyfriend & try to help her through it however he could. Exept he really couldnt do much but reassure Y/N that he was there for her.

And of course Y/N appreciated him & all his efforts, she loved Fred more than life itself & everyone knew that. But sometimes she just needed space. Like today.

They were at a bar with George & Angelina and several other mates after their shifts had all ended from their various occupations. George & Fred at their joke shop, Angelia at the Ministry, Y/N at St Mungos.

Y/N never truly felt like she belonged, not growing up at home, not at Hogwarts, & certainly not in St Mungos where she was working as a nurse. Its not that she hated the job, more like it didn’t particularly cause her immediate joy. She just did it. She got on with it & did what she had to.

As her friends were dancing to the music Y/N leant into her boyfriends ear so he’d hear her say “Hey Fred I think I’m gonna head home early today, I’m tired.”

The man looked up at her, as if trying to read her thoughts “D’you want me to come with love?”

Y/N shook her head, declining the offer “No dont worry. I’ll go through the park, I need some fresh air anyway.” Fred nodded & bid her goodbye with a kiss, telling her to stay safe. “I’ll see you at home.”

It was already dark outside, the tall streetlamps being the main source of light for the woman, but she wasnt really paying attention to where she way going, not caring enough to look. Y/N got to the park near the flat where her & Fred lived, deciding to make a pitstop there she sat on one of the wooden benches that overlooked a small river.

Letting out a heavy sigh she put her head into the palms of her hands, it was feeling all too heavy lately. “Dear Merlin I’m so tired.” Mumbling, the woman rolled her head in her hands before sitting back up and gazing at the sky. Oh how beautiful it looked tonight.

Lighting up a cigarette, she put it to her lips & took a long inhale. She was supposed to be quitting smoking, Fred always got on her about continuing the habbit. In all honesty Y/N didnt care enough to stop, at this point she wasnt even sure if she still got the same boost of seratonin from smoking as she used to. But again, it didnt bother her.

“Fuck me why is life so draining?” She asked no one in particular, she knew why it was draining, the abundance of issues with her brain promptly being the answer. She just wished it were easier. Easier to deal with things.

Realistically Y/N had nothing to be unhappy about anymore, there was no war, she had a good life, an amazing boyfriend, a stable job, decent friends. But there was a permanent void in her heart that could never be filled. Ever since she was a child it stayed with her. Maybe her cold & harsh, unloving parents brought it on, or maybe how she didnt let herself feel love & would distance herself from anyone that ever got close to her. But it was there. Unmovable.

The woman let the smoke out from her mouth, sighing at why she was having another one of her episodes, feeling shitty about having said episode. Yet, there was nothing she could do to stop it from occuring. “Fuck off brain.” She mumbled to herself, cursing her biology & upbringing “Stop feeling so Shit.”

“I keep you alive you ungrateful idiot.” She huffed to herself “And I’m doing a pretty good job, so stop making me feel like its my fault.” It wasnt her fault. If it were, Y/N would know how to fix it & evidently stop feeing this way.

Some would say the war brought this Y/N on, but people knew that she was like this way before. However, before she was better at hiding it. Better at hiding the dark circles, the restlessness, the ‘I dont care what happens to me’ attitude. In all honesty it didnt bother Y/N that people knew she was like this, she didnt do it on purpose. And when she could- she’d be happy- the life of the party, in those instances she could hide her feelings. But sometimes they just got too overwhelming to bare.

“You’re being such a selfish prick.” She sighed and puffed on yet another cigarette “Go home Y/N. Go to the man who loves you.” Yet she made no motion to move. It’d probably been two hours since she left the bar, she wasnt keeping track of time, not feeling the need to.

Sometimes she thought that Fred didnt love her, not because he said something or did something, but because she thought that Fred puts up with her. Which wasn’t true, the man loved her to death, she made him feel alive. Y/N was a risk taker, an adventurer, someone that kept you on your toes- & he admired that about her. Y/N was smart & funny & the most gorgeous person Fred had ever seen, but he knew that behind her sarcasm & faux narcissistic comments, she didnt believe it. Oh what he’d give for the woman to see herself through his eyes.

A few more minutes passed & the woman got up with a sigh, throwing the butt of her cigarette down, she made her way home.

The door creaked open, a little too loudly for Y/N’s taste, she winced at the sound, hoping it wouldnt wake Fred.

“Where were you?” The light flicked on. Before her stood a dischevelled Fred, arms crossed “I got home and you werent here.”

“I was in the park.” She mumbled, taking her coat off “Lost track of time, sorry.”

Fred looked at the woman before him, he noticed the dark circles that she tried to cover prefousley with makeup, noticed the ash on her jacket and faint aroma of smoke mixed with sadness.

“Its fine.” He reassured her and went to hug her, pretending to not notice her cold body & how she stiffened when he touched her “Just let me know next time alright?”

The woman hummed in agreement and walked into the living room, as she sat on the couch she put the tv on to play some sort of muggle program but not really paying attention to it. She just didnt fancy Fred interrogating her about her feelings. She hated talking about them, normally just botteling them up. Maybe that was the cause of her unhappiness.

A few moments went by & she thought Fred had went to bed, but then she felt the couch sink next to her. “Here” he placed a blanket around her & handed her a hot mug of tea “You’re freezing.” Mumbling a thanks she sipped on her drink, not really feeling like talking she waited for him to say something, anything.

And he did “Is it getting bad again?” Oh. Was it? Probably. Most definitely.

“I’m fine.” She lied “I’ll be fine.” Y/N wasnt convincing anyone.

Fred watched her, not knowing what to say or do. He wished he could help, just magically cheer up the love of his life. But thats not how life worked. “You’re good enough.” He blurted out “You deserve to feel happy.”

Y/N didnt look up at him, she knew Fred was trying to help. But was he? I dont know.

“Do I though, do I really?” She finally asked with a sigh, those seemed to be coming from her a lot lately “Because I know I do, I just dont feel it coming to me and its so draining to get on with life when you feel worthless.”

Fred took in what she just said, pausing before trying to come up with a reasonable response “I know.” He sighed “I want to help you Y/N, what can I do?” What could he do though? Realistically?

“I dont know. Nothing. This’ll pass soon enough and I’ll be okay.”

Fred knew that, Y/N was always ‘okay’ or ‘fine’ or ‘just tired’ “But I want you to be better than okay. I want you to be happy, to enjoy life and all its moments.”

Y/N scoffed “And you think I dont want that?” There was a tense silence

“Why dont we take the day off tomorrow and go out somewhere? We havent done that in a while.” Fred suggested. It was true, with both of them being bombarded by work they hardly saw eachother in the last few months.

“Sure.” Y/N smiled sickly and set her tea down “Yeah alright I’ll just sack my job off to have a fun little date with you eh? Why not risk getting fired just because I’m feeling a little moody huh?”

Fred was taken aback by her words and immediately went back on what he said “If you dont want to thats fine I-“

“Im sorry” she cut him off “I’m sorry, that was a dick move I didnt mean it, just everythings gotten so much-“ she put her feet up on the couch to hug them “Im sorry.” A few stray tears fell onto her knees

Fred moved closer to her “Hey, its okay, its okay dont worry. I understand.” Oh sweet understanding Fred, Fred who gave you unconditional love and support. Fred who you keep snapping at.

Moments pass as he embraces you, your body leaning against his heavily. Not sure whether its the exhaustion or something else “I dont deserve you.” You mumble into his chest. He frowns cups your face in his hands, you lean in to his warm touch.

“Dont say that” you let out a quiet sob “Y/N you deserve the absolute world, and I wish I could give it to you & more. If I could take away your pain, I would. In an instant I would. You dont deserve to feel like this, to think like this. But I’m here for you okay. I love you, so fucking much you don’t understand.” He gazed into her eyes, wishing she could feel how much he meant it “You’re the best thing that happened to me & I’m going to prove it to you, whatever it takes Y/N.” He kissed your nose before letting you hug him tighter, relieved that you no longer shrunk away from his touch “Words cant express how much I love you.”

After a few more tears fall, Y/N laughs into his chest “Good because you’re stuck with me.”

Fred grins to himself “I wouldnt have it any other way.”

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sortagaysortahigh · 4 years

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Watermelon Sugar High

A Headcannon based off of this req. I just spent three hours planning out Teenage memories and crying so this was very needed for me, its literally a headcannon ab the characters when they’re high lmao

Warnings: Drug use (marijuana to be specific), cussing, spelling and grammar errors, mentions of sex, flirting/allusions to sex, Rafe Cameron (I’m giving him a warning from now on lmfao)

Kook Fem!Reader x Platonic!OBX characters, Fem!Reader x FWB!Rafe Cameron (Im on a rafe high right now guys, im sorry)

Sarah Cameron

Sarah didn’t get high often

Her tolerance was low...like really low...like half a blunt in and she was high off of her mind, giggling at everything anyone said

“Would you rathers” were her favorite questions

“Would you rather have fingers as toes or toes as finger” “sarah how the hell did you come up with that”

Flirting with John B, making all of you gag

“I feel like I’m floating right now” “yeah she’s cut off guys” “no y/n don’t tell them!!”

having you drive her home or having John B drive her back in her own car

She was touchy, really-really touchy, it would go from hugs and pokes to grabbing your ass or poking your tits and winking

“Sarah if you keep grabbing my ass like that we’re gonna have a problem” “what kinda problem” “the kind where you have to tell John B we had sex” “Ok so lets have a threesome”

“John B come get your girlfriend” “y/n i was kidding! unless you’re down because let me tell you i’m always down” “sarah get your mind out of the gutter”

Constant what ifs that made zero sense to anyone

Conspiracy theories out the ass

John B Routledge

His tolerance wasn’t too low or too high, he was pretty regular

He only smoked on social occasions, otherwise it wasn’t his thing

He’d be high and just start to zone out sometimes

Snapping your fingers in his face to get his attention

Sometimes he’d doze off because he was too relaxed

Definitely acted like a dad when everyone got high

“y/n put that down” “JJ please don’t break anything else” “Someone tuck pope in, why is he asleep like that” “Sarah, stop grabbing peoples asses, jesus” “Kie help me”

Playing in everyone's hair “the homies gotta show each other affection”

Letting people play in his hair

“I look like an idiot why would you guys do this to me” you sarah and kie smiled at his half up half down two ponytails look.

Co-signed sarahs conspiracy theories

sometimes he’d get emotional and you’d all take turns giving him hugs and making sure he was okay

him and sarah would sneak off

or they would both be vocal “we’re gonna go have sex bye guys”

Pope Heyward

The king of low tolerances

hardly ever smoked, so when he did he was either extra spastic or he’d fall asleep somewhere

Sometimes he’d be destructive because he was under a lot of stress

You comforted him, holding him and letting him be upset

the oui’d brought out a lot of his emotions that he tried to ignore

Confessing his love to Kie everytime he got high

“I love you baby please” “Pope, I know you love me, we’re literally in a relationship”

Sometimes he’d act up with JJ and you would stare at them both like they were idiots

“Please don’t fall off of the roof!” “We’ll be fine y/n” “and if we die then make sure they use my body for science!”

Started talking about random things very intensely

“Pope calm down, I don’t understand what you’re saying” “JJ, shut up and let him talk” “y/n be nice to me”

Trying to lecture you on your love life and relationships

“I don’t see what you see in that big asshole, he’s such a dick” JJ would give him a look “Thats exactly what she sees in him-the dick” “Both of you shut the hell up, he’s not my boyfriend ok we just hook up every now and then” “you and him literally had sex before you got here, he dropped you off”

Topper Thornton

You smoked with topper when you spent time with the kooks

You didn’t hate him, you grew up with him and some of the other kooks

He would be high and turn into a hippy

all of his constant stress and pent up aggression would be set free for a few hours

laying in the grass and looking up at the sky

“that cloud reminds me of you top, it’s shaped like a dick” “shut the hell up”

he couldn't roll for shit so you always did, you’d been trying to teach him how to roll a proper blunt or joint for years-it was very unsuccessful

dealing with him flirting when you were high

“Topper stop flirting with me before your friend beats your ass” “My friend?oh shit I forgot you and Rafe are fucking”

“Yeah Top, I need you to remember that she’s mine” “rafe I’m not anyones” “that’s what you think” “Topper who’s side are you on?!”

Forgetting everything, and looking around, trying to put two and two together before anyone noticed

Realizing he lost his car keys, again.

“Kelce have you seen my keys?” “nah man why?” “nevermind” finding them in his pocket because he never looked for anything before calling them lost

reminiscing about your childhood

“remember when we broke the window to your house with a baseball?” “top there wasn’t a ‘we’ that was you and you blamed it on me!” “oh shit you’re right”

Kiara Carrera

A queen with a high tolerance

the two of you would walk into the chateau with the biggest smiles on your faces, then you’d pull out a few blunts

“Lets smoke ladies” “Stop calling us ladies kie” “get over it JJ”

She would be all over Pope when the weed finally hit

Giggles and some conspiracy theories with sarah

“What if we can’t be pogues forever” “shut the hell up kie” “no JJ im serious!”

She was emotional sometimes, other times she was aggressive

she was touchy like Sarah, so of course the two of them would be touching one another and trying to touch you, chasing you

tickle wars.

“Kiara Carerra! Get the hell away from me! Don’t you dare! Pope Help!”

going on tangents and rants about the environment and saving the planet

“John B shut up I’m talking about the turtles! Their habitats mean something too y’know!”

You and her trying to figure out how to blow o’s with the smoke, and failing every time

Starting the sing-a-longs

“Kie shut the hell up you cant sing” “As if you could sing any better John B!”

Cuddling with her when she wasn’t about to sneak off with pope

“Y’know we could have a threesome” “with you and pope?! the hell is wrong with you” “no with me and Sarah” “you’re all way too horny high” “Sorry didn’t realize rafe would be mad, you hitting his sister not him” “shut the hell up”

JJ Maybank

Your high partner in crime

The only person with a tolerance like yours

the two of you always smoking, it was therapeutic

your local potheads

very affectionate, always hugging someone and smiling, kissing peoples cheeks

telling people he loved them, especially pope

you loved their bromance

Complains about not having a girlfriend, then complains because he has commitment issues

“Well its not my fault i find it difficult to settle down” “JJ that’s literally a you problem”

reckless asf, but you try to keep him in check because you care about him-and he’s one of your closest friends

having rolling competitions to see who can roll the fastest blunt/joint

“JJ you literally hit me! thats cheating! Kie did you see that” “I did not hit you” “yes you did JJ, I just saw you hit her” “Kie your inner kook is showing, picking her over me” “JJ shut the hell up you know it’s not like that”

Flirting with everybody, even the guys

“JJ can you admit that you have a crush on all of us, it’s okay to like dudes” “I’d never have a crush on John B or Sarah, but you? kie? pope? sign me up”

Having sing-a-longs and dance battles

Rafe Cameron

Mans had a coke problem at one point so of course he had a high tolerance

Usually it would just be the two of you smoking, sometimes you’d smoke with other kooks, but he had a thing for quality time even though he never admitted it outloud

extra touchy, grabbing your ass, trying to kiss your neck, gripping your waist

“God you and your sister are horny fucks when you’re high” “are you saying you’re fucking my sister? that’s kinda fucked up y/n” “no i’m not fucking your sister you jackass”

kinky ass high sex

letting him hold you, the only time you two cuddled was when you were high because let’s face it the both of you had commitment issues even though you two were only sleeping with eachother

Smacking him for trying to take the blunt from you before you were finished taking a hit

“Back it up cameron. I’ll punch you in the face” “I’d like to see you try baby” “Id LiKe To SeE yOu TrY”

Super affectionate when he was high, playing with your hair, giving you massages, letting you play in his hair, forehead kisses

High showers and face masks together

Laying down together after sex, he’d turn to look at you and you’d raise your brows at him waiting for whatever he had to say.

“Why are we not in a relationship?” “Because you’re Rafe Cameron and I’m y/n y/l/n” “that’s a stupid reason” “Whatever rafe” “don’t whatever me, I’m serious” “no you’re high stop playing with my emotions” “I’m in love with you”

You’d scoff and get off the bed, throwing his pants at him. “whatever rafe” “I’m literally in love with you” “Uh huh” “I’m serious” “you’re high” “first of all I used to have a coke problem, I’m not that high, second of all I’m in love with you. I love you, how many times do i need to say it” “oh shit you’re serious, thats crazy man”

Getting back into the bed to straddle him “I love you too”

#jj maybank x reader #pope heyward x reader #kiara carrera x reader #john b routledge x reader #topper thornton x reader #sarah cameron x reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron outer banks #jj maybank #pope heyward #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #john b routledge #topper thornton

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andreils-keys · 4 years

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kay so ive been taking prompts from my instagram and

why would you tell me not to kill one and if i do to bring him back please you’re taking all the joy out of writing >:(

anyways lets get into it <3 (tw: small mention of domestic abuse)

(disclaimer yes i am a kandreil shipper :))

andrew is cursed in the same way blue was sort of where if he tells someone that he loves them they’ll die (yes i changed it a bit)

but instead of doing the whole 'you're cursed zap magic' thing (bc i don't think it'd fit very well in the aftgverse) im gonna try something else

andrew had some pretty shitty foster homes when he was young

but the worst one was a small house by a family-owned ice cream shop

he remembers the ice cream shop very vividly. it was where he went when his foster mother was out working or drinking. it was where he went to feel safe.

he was pretty young, maybe 4 ? 5 ? impressionable. in that stage where santa claus and the boogie man were real, where hiding under a blanket protected you from nightmares. (he learned pretty quickly that hiding under the blanket did not protect you from anything.

he was bashed and battered with fists and words, words that cursed his very being and proclaimed that to love him was to die.

he was so young

he was only a child

and he did what children do best

he believed

there was a time when he doubted

another foster parent, a run down house made beautiful with love and mismatched furniture

the road to healing is rocky and dangerous, but easier to traverse when you have someone behind you

finally, he let himself love

he let his foster mother in, little by little, and he thought: maybe im not a curse

and he said: i love you

the day after, she died in a car crash

the car brutalized

her body brutalized

his heart brutalized

coincidence? he says out loud at the entrance of another foster home. because it needs to be said. because lies always become crystal clear when said out loud.

bc of this he's never directly expressed love for anyone and he tends to distance himself from people just to make sure there's 0 risk of him causing someone's death

but if he does care for someone he shows this through actions (no i love yous because that's what he believes caused his foster mothers death)

he's always had people he's cared about, people he's wanted to protect and keep safe

but ever since the car crash, hes never had anyone hes wanted to say i love you to

until

[enter kevin day]

the first person that consumed him was kevin, the boy that sought him out in high school with desperation in his eyes, raving about a sport that had made andrews days in juvie a little more bearable.

the man that always appeared on television with a cardboard smile stamped onto his face, always a step behind riko moriyama, always hiding in his shadow.

the man that inexplicably made yet another appearance in andrews life, this time with a shattered hand and a plea for help.

the man that pushed and pulled andrew just enough to get him through another day, another week.

and then neil, so different from kevin and yet so alike, as sudden as a gunshot, as tantalizing as death.

the boy that's as invested in riko and kevin as andrew is.

the boy that is impenetrable and distrusting, the boy that lets no one in.

at first andrew thinks he's safe. as long as neil doesn't let anyone in, that means andrew won't have to let him in. and kill him.

aha sike. turns out neil is the trusting-no-one-but-andrew-minyard-and-kevin-day type

the three of them form a twisted complicated pyramid; each side leaning against the other two. immovable. strong. inseparable, unless andrew deliberately pushes himself away when the feeling ballooning in his chest is too much.

(although he will always get pulled back in. the gravity of neil and kevin is too strong for andrew to stay away.)

he promises to protect them because that's what he does for the people he cares about.

but falling in love is a whole other ball game.

andrew is so afraid.

afraid to love them, afraid to let them in.

he knows he can't allow it; every time he thinks of how much he feels for them, he remembers the car, the shattered windows, the pieces of glass tipped with blood.

but andrew is only human.

even if he tells himself not to fall in love, the heart and body tend to ignore the mind.

he let’s himself be selfish

the hard press of kevin's lips against his, the gentle tug of neils fingers threaded through his hair, a hand clamped against neils neck and the other gripping kevin's arm.

that is all andrew allows

he doesn't mind if kevin and neil go gallivanting off somewhere on their own (s a f e l y; if those idiots get taken by the yakuza it would be extremely inconvenient for andrew)((andrew: dammit now i have to save them from the mafia nicky: you don't have t- andrew: no im gonna)), even if it prods unpleasantly at a sensitive point in his heart. if they're happy, hes happy.

(well, not quite happy. satisfied is the proper word. and he supposes that's the most he can ask for.)

he doesn't tell them about the nightmares. the dreams of fire and blood and twisted metal, of fists and a curse and a small, dark room. more often than not neil will wake to find andrew sliding out of his bunk and going to the kitchen for a bowl of ice cream.

neil won't pry, but he'll wake kevin and they'll join andrew in the kitchen, standing on the other side of the counter from andrew with their shoulders pressed together, a reminder to each other and andrew that they are there for each other.

and then neil disappears. like a dream. like smoke.

andrew took his eyes off neil for one second, and neil vanished in the crowd of angry fans.

they search and search but neil is gone.

all they find is neils exy racket lying on the ground in pieces, broken from the stampede of fans.

andrew whispers, the words dredged from a desperate, vulnerable place inside him: i love you. neil, i love you. come back to me. come back to kevin. come back to us.

the next day, the fbi tells them that they found neils gym bag. it was covered with tire tracks and spattered with blood.

they couldn’t find neil.

and the pyramid falls.

the grief and guilt and heartbreak andrew feels is unparalleled. never has he felt so broken. never has he felt so dirty. he did this. he did this.

kevin insists neil is still alive. lost and floating, but alive

but andrew knows better.

his nightmares get worse. sprinkled in with the mauled car and heavy fists is a shattered exy stick, a gym bag dripping blood, an unreachable figure with red hair and a slash of a smile.

andrew spirals.

he refuses to speak to anyone. even kevin. he'll stay with kevin and press his palm into the side of kevin's neck, his pulse grounding andrew and keeping him in the here and now, but he will not speak.

cabeswater brought gansey back right and i feel like the one closest to magic would be renee (thank you neils jortventures fairy magic huzzah) except she doesn't use magic.

so remember how she was affiliated with a gang when she was young

there was a member of the gang that continued to reach out to her, especially once they escaped from the gang a little after renee did

renee did respond to their messages, but she tried not to initiate conversation because they were part of her old life and she was living and loving her new one.

essentially she was nice enough not to cut them out completely.

unfortunately the kid got caught up in another gang that was closely associated with the butcher of baltimore

when nathan dies they text renee about how their gang is in pieces because the butcher is dead.

renee isnt there to receive the message right away (she and andrew were sparring, as they were keen to do now that neil was gone and andrew was out of sorts) and kevin is the one to catch the word butcher when the notification pops up

he scrambles for renees phone and sees: the butcher is dead.

he is so relieved because the butcher, the man kevin always had to fear and avoid, is dead

and then he starts to think

neil’s father was the butcher. does this have something to do with neil? was the butcher the one that took neil? if the butcher is dead, does that mean neil is still alive?

it’s a bit of a stretch, but kevin is willing to believe anything if it means that neil is alive

he tells andrew

he doesn't expect andrew to do anything but he still wants to tell him, just so that andrew will know, just so that kevin himself can taste the words.

kevin asks renee if they can reach out and she's like wtf y'all doing going through my phone but she understands how hard it hit them, andrew especially, and if it'll help them she'll go along

they meet up with the kid

renee seems nice enough, but andrew can tell how strained she is by the way she keeps cracking her knuckles one by one

they get the info from the kid about a red haired blue eyed cut up burned kid

kevin is distraught about the cut up burned part

andrew is close to vomiting from a whirlwind of relief (they never said he was dead) and denial and fear for neil

he refuses to get his hopes up; he said the cursed words. he saw the blood on neils’s gym bag. he saw the shattered exy stick. (or was that a dream? his nightmares and reality are so tightly interwoven he can hardly tell what's real)

the kid warns kevin and andrew that the last time they saw neil was in the basement and that the probablity of him still being there is relatively low

kevin makes a sort of impatient gesture at the kid and they bring kevin and andrew to the house (renee stays behind; she made a lame excuse about needing to make a phone call but she just wanted to give them space, either to reunite with neil or grieve their loss a second time)

from the outside, it’s a nice looking house and it doesn’t look threatening in the least, but andrew knows how deceiving appearances can be

once they go inside everything is in shambles. the couch overturned, the tv screen cracked in multiple places, ceiling plaster and pieces of porcelain all over the counters and dining table

the kid points them to the basement

kevin is the first to go down

andrew is surprised mainly because kevin is usually always so careful

andrew follows more warily, afraid to find nothing, afraid to find neil; afraid to have his heart broken all over again, afraid of the prospect that he has wasted his entire life living a lie.

he reaches the basement to find kevin wrapped around a small beat up, bruised, burnt, and shivering lump.

neil is hurt and bloody, and it drives a stake through andrew’s heart, but the fact that neil is breathing and alive alive alive causes a different kind of pain, the unique pain of relief and sorrow and love swirled together.

kevin is stroking neils hair and very obviously trying not to have a panic attack and andrew goes to them

sits down

both kevin and neil look up at him, and andrew watches as some of the fear and pain in their eyes fades.

he can feel the words bubbling up and he wants to say them, to scream them, but they are stuck inside his throat, twisted around his tongue.

it is a language andrew has taught himself to unlearn.

the road to healing is rocky and dangerous, but easier to traverse when you have someone behind you

it’s even easier when you have two people behind you, people who have seen what you have seen, people who make an effort to understand you.

andrew eventually does say it.

the words, no longer cursed, are still clumsy and fall in a messy jumble at his feet

but there they are, light as a cloud, heavy as a storm:

i love you

#aftg #all for the game #aftg hc #aftg headcanon #aftg headcanons #kandreil #kandreil hc #trc #bluesey #this wasnt supposed to be angst #and then it turned into kandreil angst #and honestly im not complaining

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hollyxqx · 4 years

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lover, leaver // jimin // 03

↪ PAIRING: Reader/Park Jimin (initally reader/Jungkook) ↪ SUMMARY: There’s only so much cheating you can take from your boyfriend when he’s on tour before you take matters in to your own hands. ↪ WORD COUNT: 8.5k

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You go home to change out of your work clothes, having been in them for far too long. To your surprise Jungkook is there, albeit sitting in almost complete darkness. You jump in shock when you flip the light on to reveal him slumped on the sofa, unconscious, a glass half filled with whiskey tilts dangerously in his loose grip.

You swear softly with a sigh as you make your way over to him. You check to make sure he's breathing, knowing his propensity for drinking heavily. The last thing you would ever want is him to drink himself to death. To your relief he is; small, shallow breaths but breaths nonetheless.

You move the whiskey glass to the coffee table and arrange Jungkook so he is laying on his side, in case he vomits in his sleep. From the kitchen you retrieve a bowl for him to throw up into if he needs it and some water. As you pull the blanket that rests on the back of the couch over him he stirs.

"Baby?" He slurs. It's barely coherent but he's called you it enough times for you to be able to understand what he's saying. You've also heard him call you that wasted hundreds of times. He reaches out for you and you notice his knuckles are bruised. There's dried blood on them too.

"Shhh, just go to sleep." You coo, moving some of his hair out of his clammy face.

"Stay." He mumbles.

"I'm staying." You're unsure if he means stay in this exact spot with him or stay in your apartment. Before he can clarify he's out again, eyes fluttering shut and body limp. You watch him for a few moments to make sure he'll be okay. When you're at least marginally sure he won't die in his sleep you head to bed, exhausted from the past few days.

At some point a slightly soberer Jungkook crawls into bed beside you. You feign sleep as he wraps his arms around you. When he kisses your cheek and whispers that he loves you it becomes hard not to cry. "Jungkook we need to talk in the morning." You whisper.

"I know." He whispers back.

Somehow, you both manage to fall asleep, despite everything.

***

It's undeniably awkward the next morning.

You sit opposite each other at the kitchen table but your eyes bore into your - now cold - mug of coffee. Jungkook finished his long ago but you can't seem to stomach yours.

It's quiet. The two of you have exchanged maybe a handful of words the entire time, aside from forcing some pleasantries. You can barely take the tension any longer. You encourage yourself to meet his gaze. "I saw what you did to Jimin." You say quietly. You're angry (well, only mostly at yourself) but you're more so hurt on behalf for Jimin than anything.

"He deserved it." Jungkook replies bluntly, crossing his arms across his chest. "Fucking snakey little shit."

"Don't direct the entirety of your anger towards him. I'm the bad guy here."

"If I direct it at you then I'll never want to look at you again." He sighs. "I don't want that. I don't want to lose you."

His words rip at your insides like a knife. You hadn't anticipated this reaction from him. Normally he was always so fiery and passionate. To see him acting defeated, broken even was heart wrenching. "Don't you think on some level you've lost me already?" You ask quietly.

The hurt that flashes across his face is instant as if you've slapped him. "No." He replies defiantly.

"Jungkook," You're trying to be gentle, the risk of the situation escalating is high enough as it is. "I'm sorry for everything I did. It makes me a fucking horrible person - it does. But if our relationship was perfect, it would've never happened. On either side."

He scoffs. "Nothing's perfect."

He stands, the chair scooting loudly across the tiled floor and opens the cupboard. You already know what's about to happen before it does. The next moment he's fixing himself a drink. Of course. Jungkook has always been self destructive when he's hurting.

"Kook, it's 10.30am."

"So? I've got nowhere to be today." He downs the liquid in one before going in for seconds.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about!" You exclaim. "Getting drunk during the day is not normal. You never used to do that!"

"Yeah? Well I also never used to have the amount of pressure on me I do now!" He's yelling now and you flinch. You hate seeing him angry. "You think it's easy to keep it together when I have a manager, a record label, sponsors and god knows who else pressuring me to write music I don't want to?"

"I didn't think about it like that. I'm sorry." You look down.

"There's a fucking entire world of people who have expectations from me. You don't know what it's like." He runs a hand through his hair, exasperated. "I was just trying to cope. Maybe have a little fun. Sue me."

"You're good at hiding how you feel, Jungkook. You've always been."

"Everyone thinks I'm just this happy, easy going guy with no feelings." He mutters. "Even you. That's why you went running to Jimin."

"I went running to Jimin to deal with the pain of you relentlessly cheating on me." You correct. Jungkook tosses back his drink.

"Did it work?" He mumbles, rolling his eyes.

"Honestly?" You ask with a scoff. Jungkook nods. "Sometimes."

He stares bitterly at the empty glass, swirling the remaining liquid. "I keep trying to remember times where I thought you were cheating, but there isn't any. Not one." He laughs but there's no humour to his voice. "You waited for me to go on tour didn't you? Smart."

"You don't cheat when you're at home. Why should I?" You say, shame burning your cheeks. It sounds absolutely absurd to say it aloud. He walks over to you and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you sit.

"I'm sorry I hurt you baby." He coos. All you can do is nod, arms limp by your sides. "I never thought of it as cheating, I'm a fucking idiot. I'm so fucking sorry."

He's nosing at your hair, kissing the top of your head, doing what he always does - shower you with so much love and affection so you forget the mistakes that he makes. It's worked so many times but you can't let it work this time, the cycle has to end. You nudge him off of you and he steps back, looking crestfallen. "I love you Jungkook but I can't do this anymore."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I can't continue to play dumb to the girls on tour. I can't do it. Not anymore. I don't think I'm fit to be your girlfriend. Maybe there's other girls out there who can deal with that shit but I can't." You're frantically shaking your head from side to side.

"Is this so you can be with him?" He spits, gesturing as if Jimin was standing in the room next door.

"No!" You stress. "This has nothing to do with him. I cheated on you Jungkook. I've never done anything like that before. This relationship made me a person who would do that. It's been a long time coming I think." You say sadly. Jungkook looks furious and heartbroken at the same time, hands balled into fists at his sides.

"I don't want to be apart. I love you." He almost hisses. "This is ridiculous. If was going to forgive you, why can't you do the same?"

"Because I know you won't change!" You burst out loudly, meeting his energy. Somehow you find yourself standing on your feet, the chair tips to the floor but you barely register the sound. Jungkook yells out, throwing his glass. It smashes against the wall opposite you and you nearly jump out of your skin.

"You're really going to throw away two years like that?" He pants, chest heaving.

"I'm sorry."

"No you're fucking not. You're a fucking slutty bitch, is what you are."

He storms out, leaving you to clean up the shattered glass. The front door slams, leaving you in almost unbearable silence. ***

The doctor's office clinical sharp scent fills your head as you sit with Hyerin several hours later. She's nervous; foot tapping incessantly against the metal leg of the waiting room chair. You give her hand an affectionate squeeze as she lets out a deep breath. "Chill. No matter what happens, it's ok." You offer her the most hopeful smile you can.

"Thanks." She mumbles.

You weren't going to fill her in on your morning's previous events but Hyerin had begged you for a distraction. Anything to get her mind off her current state, even if it was just for a few moments. You'd yet to tell her about Jimin being a huge factor. That could wait.

"Good luck." You whisper to her as her name is called by a rather young looking doctor. You watch as she disappears through the double doors, worrying about your friends future.

to: park jimin hey. how are you doing? I can bring you food later, im not working today.

You don't really expect a reply but you're hopeful nonetheless. You still need to talk properly with Jimin and as awkward as it might be it has to be done. It's your bed, time to lie in it.

As you were about to put your phone away it vibrates in your palm. Jungkook's name appears.

from: jungkook <3 i'll be gone until tomorrow night. When i get back I want you and your shit gone.

It was his place after all, he was completely within his right to request such a thing from you. That didn't deaden the sting however. He was hurting and lashing out, you were aware of his tendency to do that but he had been your boyfriend for a long time, it was never going to be easy saying goodbye.

You sigh audibly as you mentally start making a plan to retrieve your belongings. Maybe you could ask Hyerin to help, god knows you two need each other in this moment in time. You wonder if she would let you kick it on her couch for a while until you find a place to live. The timing is hardly great, considering you have exams soon as well. Why couldn't Jungkook wait to cheat on you until after you graduated, you think dryly.

It's not long until Hyerin returns. Her face is flushed and you realise there's probably been a few tears shed since she left you some moments ago. She's nodding as she crosses the room, wordlessly confirming her pregnancy to you. "Come on," You say gently, looping your arm through hers. "Tell me all about it in the car."

She lets out a choked sob the moment your both in the silence of the vehicle. "I can't believe this is honest to god my life right now." She cries, slamming a fist onto the dashboard. "Fuck my fucking existence!"

"What did the doctor say?" You ask hesitantly. You want her to have her moment and vent her frustrations before launching in to the story.

"I'm 100% pregnant. 9 weeks." She sniffs, swiping a tear off her pink cheeks. "It's official."

"Shit." You don't know if you want to apologise or congratulate her, given her extremely upset reaction. "What now?"

She gathers herself as best she can before she replies. "Tell Namjoon, I 'spose."

"Want me to drive you to him?" You offer.

"Nah, I need to go home first. Look - " She's pulling something out her purse, that you quickly realise is an ultrasound. It doesn't look like anything much to you other than a gray and black blur.

"The baby has your eyes." You joke, a feeble attempt to lighten the mood. Hyerin laughs a little as she gazes at the print out.

"It didn't feel real until she handed me this." Hyerin mumbles.

"It is surreal. Next time use a condom, babe."

"I did!" She exclaims, scandalised. "It broke."

You both share a laugh despite everything that's going on with you. It feels just plain good to have a light moment, however temporary. You almost don't want to ruin it, but you feel as if it's necessary. "While you were in there Jungkook texted. He wants me out. By tomorrow."

"Jeez, that's intense."

"He's angry I ended things."

"You can stay with me if you need to. I have a spare bedroom." Hyerin kindly offers. You're touched that you didn't even have to ask, feeling closer in this moment to her than ever.

"You're an angel."

"You've been a good friend to me. I'm just doing what's right." She gives you a small smile as you start the car, ready to take her home.

***

Boxing and packing your things from home is harder than you expect it to me. There's so much of Jungkook entwined in nearly everything you own and a tiny, rageful, hurt part of you wants to just say fuck it and bin absolutely everything. Obviously you can't - but the wild impulse niggles at you.

A lot of the clothing you own is stolen from him. Mostly it's band t's and hoodies. You wonder if he would prefer that you left it behind. Maybe not, you think wistfully. Knowing him, he'd probably chuck it out anyway, unwilling to have anything that reminded him of you.

It's late into the night when you're interrupted by knocking at the front door. You hoist yourself up from where you kneel at the foot of your closet, next to a mountain of clothes and pad barefoot to the door. One look through the peephole reveals it's Jimin who is knocking.

You recall suddenly that you never heard back from him.

"Jimin?" You ask curiously as you peer round the door. Your heart aches when you notice he has a bag of takeout food with him. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought you might be hungry." He replies quietly. You realise that you are indeed, unable to even remember when you last ate. "Can I come in?"

You try not to gawk too much at his injured face as he crosses the threshold into your apartment, a pang of guilt shooting directly through you. It's your fault he looks like that. Somehow it appears even more gruesome as it's healing.

He doesn't ask where to go, instinctively heading for the living room where you ate before. You follow behind him, a flutter of nerves creeping up your chest. Jimin sits and immediately starts unboxing the food.

"It's late." You say dumbly, pointing out the obvious. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I spoke to Namjoon." Jimin states, eyes never leaving the food. You know what that means. It means he knows everything. There's no way Jungkook wouldn't have mentioned anything. You take a seat next to him and give him some help. "Thought you might need a hand."

"With packing? I'm almost done."

"Well yeah, but other things too. Sometimes it's nice just to have some company when shit hits the fan."

You notice he's ordered your favourite noodles. It's so gut wrenchingly sweet and you definitely don't deserve it. "Thank you." You say, feeling small.

It's quiet as the two of you eat, the only sounds that can be heard is that of noodles being slurped. The food is welcome and much needed.

"Where are you going to go? I'd offer my place but I'm almost certain you'd turn me down." He gives you a smile that never reaches his eyes. However he's right. There's no way you'd accept that offer. Not after the mess you've created. Part of you wonders if you run away now, just leave, at least him and Jungkook's friendship can be salvaged.

"Hyerin very kindly has offered me a place, don't worry." You inform him. "I went with her to the doctor today. There is a baby on the way. For realsies."

Jimin stops chewing, looking at you in shock. "Namjoon as a father is going to be a disaster."

You shrug. "True....but it's their lives. They'll work it out."

"And what about your life hm? What is y/n going to do now?" He set his empty carton of food down, turning a little to face you.

"I don't know," You almost whisper. As you look - truly inspect - his face your pained once more. The bruises are darker, more agonising to look at it. "How's your face?" You ask, changing the subject.

"Sore."

"I'm so sorry." You almost beg. "Do you hate me?"

"I don't think I could even if I tried."

You're unsure of what comes over you, but you're reaching out to touch Jimin's bruised face. A fingertip skims as delicately as you can muster over the purple blooming on his cheek. His eyes flutter shut at your touch. "Sorry." You murmur.

"s'fine." He whispers back. Your thumb trails over his full bottom lip and all you want to do is kiss him. Normally you would have just gone for it but after everything he's been through you don't.

"I wish I could kiss you."

"You can." His eyes are open once again, staring at you softly.

"I don't want to hurt you. Anymore than I already have." You say sheepishly.

"You won't."

He acts next, bridging the gap between your bodies. His kiss is far more delicate than you expect, tender and sweet as if he's afraid. You hope he's not and it's just because he's injured. That thought floats away as soon as a hand grips your jaw and the kiss deepens.

You know you shouldn't be doing this, instead mentioning to him the information that Jungkook shared with you, but you feel so much affection for him in that moment for being willing to take care of you that you can't help it.

The kiss ends abruptly when your hand touches his torso absent mindedly and he gasps in pain. "I'm sorry!" You say urgently, pulling away. He shakes his head, assuring you he's okay. "Please don't tell me that was Jungkook as well. What exactly did he do to you?" You plead.

"You know how strong he is. He just roughed me up. I'm sure you can imagine the kind of things he said to me. Believe me that was worse." Jimin says nonchalantly as if it's the most normal sentence in the world. "I'll be okay."

"Can I see?" You ask tentatively, tugging slightly at the hem of his shirt. He gives you a reluctant sigh but nods anyway. The shirt comes off and you gasp at his battered body. It takes a few seconds to really take all of it in, the sight of his pale chest covered in ugly marks.

"I bruise easy." He mumbles as if that makes any of this any less horrific.

"I'll never get you in a situation like this again I swear," You say solemnly. "I mean it."

"Stop blaming yourself so much." He sighs, taking your hand in his. He kisses the back of your knuckles. "I forgive you. There, now you can stop saying sorry."

***

It doesn't take long for you to be atop of Jimin's naked body while he lies flat on the sofa. One arm grips the edge of the sofa as you ride him, due to the nature of his injuries. His hands grip your hips tightly as you go, falling down onto his length as hard and as fast as your thigh muscles allow you.

His eyes never leave your breasts as they bounce with you. It makes him groan. He uses his feet for leverage to help you as best he can. "Butterfly," He whines, hands sliding from your hips to grope at your chest. "I'm so glad you're all mine now."

You can barely speak let alone protest his statement as your orgasm pulses through you. What you wanted to do was ask him what the hell he was talking about, but it felt too good - he felt too good buried so tightly inside of you and you lost it.

Jimin finishes deep inside with a guttural moan. As you slow you look down at him to find an utterly content smile playing on his lips. You go to clamber off of him but a throaty noise of protest escapes his throat. "Just let me feel you a little longer." He laughs.

He struggles to a sitting position as best he can so allowing him to press his mouth to yours. "My butterfly." He whispers against your lips.

Reality seems to set in suddenly, like a slap to the face. Jimin has incorrectly assumed that you would jump straight from Jungkook to him at a whiplash inducing speed. Not that you can blame him. How could he not? It probably felt like a natural step to him that you two would continue as you had been going. Now Jungkook was out of the picture, the only apparent obstacle keeping you apart, you were his now. Right?

It doesn't feel right.

You say nothing as you climb off him, feeling uncomfortable as if someone has poured ice water down your spine. You don't want a relationship with him right now. You're barely hours out of your last one for crying out loud.

Hastily you pick up your scattered clothing and scurry to the bathroom to clean up, mumbling something to Jimin along the way. He's quick to follow you.

"What's wrong?" He asks hurriedly, voice full of concern. Your words are lost to you as you shake your head. "I didn't hurt you or anything did I?"

"No," You say weakly, feeling like a coward. "It's not that."

Hyper aware of the fact that you're both naked you begin to dress. "Can we just clean up then talk?" You plead.

"Sure." Jimin has a combination of a hurt, confused look on his face. "Anything you want, just tell me what's wrong."

When you're both fully clothed and completely out of the carnal state that led you to fucking in the first place only then can you think clearly. "Are you angry? Did I do something wrong?" His voice breaks the uncomfortable silence.

"No, no." You sigh. "Do you think we're...together? Now that things have ended with Jungkook?" It doesn't come out as tactfully as you'd hoped.

"This is because I called you mine, right?" He says letting out a puff of laughter. It's humourless. "What else are we if not together?"

"Jungkook and I just broke up. Don't you think I might need a little space?"

"Please, your relationship with him was over the second you fucked me." Jimin scoffs. "Don't I treat you right? Aren't you happy when we're together?"

"You do. I am." You reply, softening slightly at his words. "I think I just need a break from relationships for a bit. I'm clearly not very good at them."

"So letting me in tonight and fucking me is the way to do that?" He spits sarcastically.

"One thing led to another, I wasn't thinking clearly. I just wanted to feel close to you." You reply, realizing how ridiculous you sound right now.

"If you wanted to feel close to me, let me be close to you." He says sincerely. Jimin steps forward cupping your face in his hands. "Tell me you don't feel anything when we're together. Tell me this isn't just messing around. Tell me you feel something."

He kisses you with as much intensity as he can muster, lips smacking hard against yours. You want to lie to him, push him away and suffer because you feel as if that's what you truly deserve. But you can't. The look in his eyes is nothing short of sheer want.

"Of course I do," You whisper, eyes still shut as you gather some strength. It's been an emotionally intense few days.

"But?" He asks if he can sense what's coming.

"But now is not the right time for me and you," You stress. "I've been really thankful for you Jimin. You've been here for me in ways you don't even realise. But I cannot just jump into a new relationship without dealing with my baggage from the old one. It's not fair to either of us. I've hurt you so much. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore."

He looks at you silently, brow furrowed, for what feels like eons. Deep down you hope he knows you're right, especially if he truly wants to be with you. He kisses you one more time.

"I love you, y/n." He whispers. "I'm in love with you."

You're quite literally left speechless. It's not exactly news to you given what Jungkook had mentioned but hearing it from Jimin is something else. It feels surreal, a strange dream you'll wake up from at any moment. You move your mouth but no sound escapes.

You finally get your breath but it takes a moment. "I don't think I'm there in that place with you, Jiminie." You say sadly, letting the boy who had been so kind to you down. You barely know what you're feeling right now. How can you admit something if you're not entirely sure its true?

You love Jungkook, you know that. But it's entirely different to what you feel for Jimin. It's established love, endured love. Painful love.

"I know. But I think you could be. One day. Maybe even one day soon." Jimin whispers.

He steps back a little so you're no longer in such an intimate proximity. The distance suddenly feels great. You badly want to reach out to him but you know it won't help anything. "Maybe," You agree. "I think if I have some time I'll know for sure. I don't want to lie. I'm sick of it."

"I understand." His voice is small. "I think I'm going to go. I'll give you some space y/n."

You nod, feeling entirely mixed up, emotionally drained and shattered. He gathers his things as you watch, it somehow feels all together too final. There's a chaste kiss on your cheek, a whispered goodbye and he's gone.

***

You awake early the next morning, like pre-alarm early. Not that you slept very much anyway, it's been only two and a half hours since Jimin left your apartment. Most of that time you spent dozing in a light sleep, odd dreams of Jungkook and Jimin plaguing your subconscious. There's a futile attempt to get back to sleep before you decide to get up.

You wash and get ready even though it's still a few hours before Hyerin is due to arrive to help you move. She insisted she was fine to do so and you'd argued back on forth about letting a pregnant woman lift anything, regardless of how far along she is. Eventually she'd succumbed and managed to rope in her friend Taehyung. You'd promised them pizza as a thank you.

As you stare into the mirror, the person staring back at you looks exhausted. You almost don't even want to bother with makeup but the bags underneath your eyes are telling you that you need it. When you're finished you look better, but marginally.

"You look like you haven't slept." Are the first words out of Hyerin's mouth the moment she see's you. Who you presume to be Taehyung hangs awkwardly behind her before you're introduced. He merely gives you a polite nod and a hello.

"I haven't. Not much." You sigh. "I really appreciate you both helping me out today."

Hyerin waves it off like it's no problem at all, even though it must be a huge inconvenience for her and especially for Taehyung who doesn't even know you. It doesn't take long for the three of you to load up Hyerin and Taehyung's cars and you're thankful you only have to make one trip. You're keen to be long gone by the time Jungkook comes back.

"You can ride with me, Taehyung will meet us at my place." Hyerin says as she closes the trunk of her car. You nod in agreement.

"One sec, I'm just going to grab my phone." You tell her as she gets in the car. You head back to your apartment for one last time.

It looks...sad. It's not entirely empty, Jungkook's items taking up a poignant amount of space but it looks stripped. Every little touch that said you lived there is gone. Reality weighs on your chest like a deadweight. You can't help but feel emotional and tears begin to well in your eyes.

There's only one thing left to do now, and that's to leave your copy of the key. If you had told past you one week ago this is where you'd be you wouldn't believe it. It's all very sudden.

You slip the key off your keychain and leave it on the kitchen counter, hoping it would be easy for Jungkook to find. It looks lonely lying against the countertop. An idea occurs to you and you grab a pen and paper from one of the junk drawers in the kitchen. You write a note to Jungkook.

Jungkook, I know you're angry, hurting and probably hating me right now. I get it. I never wanted any of this to happen, for us to end this way. Don't forget the good times we had, I know I won't. I really did love you Kookie, regardless of how much we both fucked up. - Y/N

It doesn't feel like enough, nothing ever would be, but your conscience urged to be alleviated, how ever slight.

***

In a way you're almost thankful that it's exam season for you. It's a welcome distraction from everything else going in your life. The last few days have been spent holed up in Hyerin's spare room under what can only be described as a small mountain of books and graphic designs. It's your final year, and the workload is the most it's been yet.

It's a struggle to keep Jimin and Jungkook from your thoughts as you attempt to focus. You haven't heard from either of them in the last few days, not that you were expecting anything at all but it doesn't stop you shedding a few tears every night before bed.

You hear the doorbell ring as you study and your ears perk up in interest. Namjoon was here. Today was the day that Hyerin was going to tell him she was pregnant. You offered to make yourself scarce but she was insistent that you remained, in case everything went disastrously. At least you would be there as shoulder to cry on.

It seems voyeuristic to listen in and you try your best not to, debating on whether you should put music on. Although, you're not really stoked on the idea of alerting Namjoon to your presence, having yet to face him or any other of Jungkook's friends since everything went down. The whole thing was just awkward.

You want to give them their privacy so you search for your headphones, their muffled voices already carrying down the hall. As you're selecting a song to listen to you hear Namjoon yell fuck loudly. He was loud at the best of times so you're not surprised you can hear him through the concrete walls.

Hyerin's voice is much softer so you don't hear her reply.

You cue up some songs and slip your headphones on, drowning out the noise. It's even harder to read your coursework material knowing god knows what is going on just a few feet from your bedroom door. It's only minutes later when a crash richochets through the apartment. The sound is so loud you hear it above your music.

"What the - " You gasp, pulling the headphones down. There's silence for a beat before you hear Namjoon again, this time he's practically screaming 'you've ruined my life'. Your heart aches for your friend who you know will be emotional anyway because of the pregnancy.

"Namjoon, it's not as if I did this by myself." You here her say. "Or on purpose!"

"Well you know what you have to do now, don't you?" He replies. You can imagine the sneering look of disgust that is Hyerin's face right now. Namjoon clearly wanted her to have an abortion, but did he have to be so fucking tactless about it? You don't know how your friend feels about that particular idea but you can imagine Namjoon's tone of voice helps nothing.

"Can't we at least talk about this rationally? This is not a decision that should be taken lightly."

"There's nothing to talk about!" Namjoon yells. "I can't deal with this! You were just a good fuck who is getting carried away. Nothing more!"

You physically wince at his words. You know it's a lie, you've seen them together and you knew Namjoon well enough to know he really liked her. He was the one who made the relationship official, no matter how much he's pretending now.

"Get out." Hyerin's icy voice is stern but shaky. It's obvious she's trying not to cry. If Namjoon responds you don't hear it. The next thing that can be heard is the sound of the front door opening and then slamming shut.

It's as if you're frozen in place, unable to move. On one hand you want to venture out of your room to see if your friend is okay but on the other you really don't want to reveal you heard every single harsh word exchanged. Before you can make up your mind the decision is made for you with three small knocks at your door.

"y/n?"

You wait a moment and then open the door. Hyerin is already in tears and she practically throws herself into your arms the instant she sees you. You hug her back as best you can. It's silent between you too apart from her sobbing. You doubt there's anything in the world you can say in this moment that can possibly make her feel better, so you just try and follow her lead and be there for her as best you can.

Eventually you break apart. "What can I do? Do you want some food or some tea?" You ask uncertainly. She shakes her head.

"I'm feeling too nauseous to stomach anything." She whimpers.

"Do you...want to talk about it?"

"No." She says but contradicts herself when she walks into the room and slumps down on your bed. "Did you hear him storm out?" You nod sadly as you join her. "Asshole." She mutters.

"Yeah, it's kind of a dick move. I take it he didn't react well?"

"That's an understatement." She scoffs. "He wants me to get rid of it. Just like that, without even talking about it."

"I'm not exactly his closest friend, but I do know him pretty well. He's probably just in shock." You offer. It's the truth, Namjoon was really similar to Jungkook in that way, both of them could be volatile when it came to negative emotions.

"And I'm not? He's only thinking about himself." She grabs the nearest pillow and groans into it with frustration. "What the fuck do I do now?" She looks at you. Her face is stained with tears and her make up is ruined. You feel for her. "Is it beyond crazy if I have this baby? Tell me the truth, y/n. Please."

You lick your lips and pause, thinking for a moment. Namjoon and Hyerin have only been official for a few months, for even mature adults in a faithful relationship that's far too early to have a baby. The whole thing was messy and ugly and you would feel just as conflicted if the shoe was on the other foot.

"I can't tell you how to live your life or make this decision for you, I think if it's something you really want, it's not crazy. This is going to sound harsh but you might have to face the possibility of doing it without Namjoon." You tell her gently. "But! That doesn't mean you'll be alone. You've got me, your family, your other friends I know will support you too."

"Do you think Namjoon would even make a good dad?" She asks. The question makes you flinch inwardly. "I've never even seen him around kids. I have no point of reference."

You recall a memory you have of Namjoon playing with Yoongi's nephews once at a garden party. It was cute, he was wonderful with them...because he was like a giant kid too. That doesn't necessarily qualify him as dad material. He was one of the most irresponsible people you knew.

"I've seen him with kids," You tell her softly. "He's great! He's the kind of guy to roll around on the floor and play like he's just as into the game as they are." She smiles a little at your words. "As far as being a parent? I have no idea. Some people crumble under that pressure. But sometimes, that pressure can bring out a side of you that you never knew existed."

Hyerin lets out a long, contemplative sigh and goes quiet for a few moments. "Maybe you're right." She moves to stand up. "Thanks for that y/n, that really helped. Do you feel like coming with me to tell my parents?" She laughs and you can tell she's joking. "Consider Namjoon a walk in the park compared to them."

"My limited therapist skills can only stretch so far, Hyerin." You joke.

"Worth a shot."

***

It's barely over two weeks later when you sit your final exam. You don't feel as if you've done particularly well even though you were as prepared as you could possibly be and it would be weeks before you found out the results. It's with an anxious mind you head home from campus to change into your work clothes. An eight hour shift is the last thing you feel like doing at the moment, but it's not as if you have a choice.

As you're rummaging through your bag for your keys you almost collide with Namjoon, who is waiting outside of the apartment you share with Hyerin. It's a shock, as far as you knew he had been avoiding her messages and calls entirely. Your mouth falls open in silent shock when you see him.

"Hi y/n," He says slowly and the awkward tension between you is palpable. Personally you haven't seen him since the night you caught Jungkook cheating on you. "I was hoping to catch Hyerin but she isn't home. I was just going to wait..."

"She's working, but she shouldn't be long." You shift uncomfortably. "You can come in and wait or...?"

"Yeah I'll come in. If that's ok."

You give him a curt nod and he follows you inside. Neither of you speak for what feels like forever but in reality it's only a minute or two. "You can hang out in the living room if you want. I have to go get ready for work."

Without waiting for a reply you hurry to your room where you change quickly into your waitress uniform and tie your hair into a bun. You hope Hyerin gets here soon so you don't have to make small talk with Namjoon but you have a horrible feeling you won't be so lucky.

When you're done you head to the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat. He's sitting on the sofa, looking bored as he lazily scrolls through his phone. He looks up upon hearing you walk by and your eyes meet. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" You can't help but ask, the polite hostess in you rearing it's head.

"No thanks." He mumbles.

You send Hyerin a quick text as you wait for your soup to heat up, letting her know he's here. Thankfully she's only a few minutes away, information which you relay back to Namjoon. He only nods.

By the time you've eaten and you're ready to leave Hyerin still isn't home. You saunter to the living room and sit opposite him, he watches you curiously. "About everything that's happened - "

"I don't want to hear it. I know what you did to Jungkook, I don't need to talk about it." He responds gruffly, taking you aback. You swallow dryly, that wasn't what you were going to bring up.

"Actually," You begin coldly. "I was going to talk about you and Hyerin."

"That's none of your business." He says equally as icy.

"Why are you being so rude to me? I was going to say I know it's a difficult situation but it's a good thing you're here and I respect you for that." You say, getting angrier. Namjoon looks slightly embarrassed, color slightly tinting his cheeks. "But you know what? Fuck that. You might not want this baby but have you ever thought this baby might not want you? You think a kid dreams about having an alcoholic, drugged up man whore for a father?!"

Namjoon looks away, jaw tense as he shakes his head in disbelief. "Jungkook was right, you're a fucking bitch."

"Why do you both think women that hold you accountable for your actions are bitches? Grow up." You stand now, knowing this can only go downhill from here. You need to remove yourself from the situation. As he is about to give you what is no doubt a scathing retort you're both interrupted by the front door opening. Hyerin was home.

Her gaze immediately flicks between you and Namjoon. "Hi..." She says cautiously.

"Hey," You manage to sound at least somewhat normal but the tension hands heavy in the room. "I'm late for work, I gotta run. Text me later?"

"Sure." She replies, a little bewildered, the only thing she can do is watch you hurry out the door. In your haste you forget a jacket, cursing yourself the moment you get outside.

***

The manila envelope arrives two weeks before your graduation ceremony and in it contains the written proof of four years accumulated hard work. You'd already checked your grades online that morning but somehow the visual of it in black and white on tangible paper feels more substantial. You were expecting to pass if you were truly honest with yourself, however you were not expecting to pass with a Distinction.

It's been a dream of yours since you learned how to draw in school and now that it's come true it doesn't quite feel real. Your hand twitches as you hold your phone, resisting the urge to text Jimin and share the good news. He would have wanted to know, the topic of your studies was something he always expressed an interest in, sweetheart that he was.

One and a half months had passed since that uncomfortable last night at Jungkook's apartment. Jimin remained true to his word, giving you space. Even if it sometimes felt like too much space to you. Absence really did make the heart grow fonder, you think dryly. You missed him. Not the sex, not the secrecy, the person.

You have half a mind to reach out to him but the worry that it would complicate things further stops you. You've spent too long being selfish, you can't continue to do so anymore.

The only thing in your life that doesn't feel uncertain right now is the college degree you've just earned. Your personal life may be a disaster zone but at least one thing fell into place. Already you've been looking at places to intern, taking a special interest in big cities away from here. Often you've caught yourself wondering if the best course of action was to just leave.

"The guys are playing a gig tonight." Hyerin's voice brings your attention to her. You hadn't even noticed her walk into the room. "I'm going."

She sounds reluctant, as if she didn't want to share that information with you. It makes you feel a little guilty, she shouldn't have to walk on eggshells around you or skirt that topic when it comes up. "Oh? Things are better with Namjoon?"

The past month had been...rocky for the couple. Hyerin had made the decision to have his baby and gave him the option to be as involved as he wanted to be. Initially it went exactly as you'd feared, ending in an argument. Lately however they had been spending more time together. You hoped things would work out for them, truly.

"Yeah, I think so." She shrugged. "He's accepted what's happening at least. We're just taking it slow."

"Good," You say, giving her a soft smile. "I'm glad. Where are they playing tonight?"

"That weird underground bar in Gangnam, I can't remember the name. Y'know the one that has the red door? You've been there, I'm sure. It's a one off show for the single release."

You know the exact place she's talking about, Jungkook had told you he loved you for the first time and asked you to be his at that bar. Poor naïve past you, didn't know what she was getting herself into when she enthusiastically said yes.

"Ah, yeah. Well I hope you have fun."

"I'll make sure and give Jungkook my best bitchy glare." She teases. You still hadn't told her about you and Jimin and as far as she was concerned, Jungkook was public enemy number one.

"I appreciate the solidarity, but don't do that. Just treat him normally." You tell her. "Seriously, I've made things weird enough without you joining in!"

"Ok, ok." She laughs. "I'll be nice."

***

The next morning you're awoken by a knock at your bedroom door. With no school or work you'd been counting on sleeping in but the universe had other plans for you apparently. You groggily sit up against the headboard, calling for who is obviously Hyerin to enter.

"Hey," She says quietly as she closes the door behind her. "Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, but it's fine." You say, stifling a yawn. "How was last night?"

"Uh..." She trails off as she sits at the foot of your bed, crossing one leg over the other. "I don't think there's a word to convey how much of a disaster it was."

"A disaster? Why?" You feel an impending sense of dread for some reason.

Hyerin shakes her head. "The entire night was just...chaotic. I know you probably don't want to hear it but it was because of Jungkook. He was a complete mess. I've never seen him so drunk."

Well that figures. He always liked drinking after a set. Hyerin probably just wasn't as used to seeing him sloppy like you were.

"That's standard behaviour for him, unfortunately."

"No y/n. It was bad. Even the guys were concerned." Her eyes are wide with worry. She hesitates and you tense, awaiting whatever terrible thing she's about to say. "He arrived absolutely out of it. His pupils were the size of a dinner plate for god sake. Then when we couldn't find him before they went on he was in a bathroom with some stripper doing lines."

Ouch. A stripper. Already.

"Again, that sounds like Jungkook." You sigh.

"Namjoon says he hasn't seen him sober in a month. He thinks he's messing with hard drugs. Not just fucking around with weed and coke."

"Shit."

"Yeah. I know it isn't easy for you to hear this, but Jungkook seems to be on a one way spiral of self destruction. He could barely hold his drumsticks."

That was unusual for him, you've seen him perform before under the influence and he always nailed it. It was almost comical how functional he could be after too many drinks.

"That's the way he deals with things." You say quietly, inside you squirm with anxiety. You wonder if Jungkook is going even further off the rails because of you, because of what you did to him. "Did someone make sure he got home okay?"

"He disappeared with the stripper. No one can get a hold of him."

You close your eyes for a moment to try and still your thoughts, images of him overdosed on a random couch somewhere flash behind your eyes. "I hope he's alright."

Hyerin nods in agreement. "Me too."

It's silent for a few moments, the weight of the situation feels uncomfortable and heavy. There's an urge in you to try and fix everything but you wouldn't even know where to begin.

"Why didn't you tell me about Jimin?" She asks quietly after a while.

"I, uh..." There's no valid excuse other than to save yourself from embarrassment. It's not exactly something you're proud of.

"I asked where Jimin was last night and Jungkook went crazy. Namjoon had to explain why to me."

"I fucked up." You avoid her gaze, opting to stare at the bedspread instead. "I didn't know how to tell you. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize to me." Hyerin says softly. "I was just surprised. I never would have thought you would do something like that."

"Me neither." You admit. "It started off as an accident, believe it or not. Remember when they went to Australia for the first time?" She nods. "That's when it began. I'd just had enough of Jungkook cheating on me. Jimin came over to get something and one thing led to another."

"Are you, like, a thing now?"

"No."

"Do you want to be?" She questions.

"I don't know what I want." You sigh. "Really, I deserve nothing. It feels greedy to want anything."

"Don't be so dramatic." She rolls her eyes with a smile. "Everyone makes mistakes. It's not the end of the world."

***

The graduation ceremony brings out the sentimental side in you. In the crowd you see your mom wiping away tears when you receive your diploma and you can't help but feel a little teary yourself. It's a big moment for you.

Afterwards you agree to join some of your fellow classmates for drinks. You make a quick pit stop at home to change but something on your doorstep distracts you for a moment. There's a colourful bouquet of flowers resting against the wood. You pick them up, feeling slightly perplexed.

They're beautiful, it's undeniable. The scent of them invades your nostrils as you search for a card, hoping to get the identity of the sender. The inscription on the paper is short but you know instantly who they're from.

Congratulations, butterfly x

You're not sure how he knew today was your graduation day (you suspect Hyerin has a role in that somewhere) but your glad to hear from him, even if it's indirectly. Jimin is thinking of you.

You take the flowers inside and put them in some water. The decision to call Jimin to say thank you comes naturally, that's what people do when they receive gifts. It's the perfect excuse.

The phone rings a little too long before he picks up and suddenly you feel nervous.

"Hi." He breathes into the phone and the nerves are gone.

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Hi! Before anything else, I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your writing! So the scenario I had in mind: Arthur gets severely injured on a job and reader gets really protective (She also gets extremely angry angry at whatever happened/whoever caused it. Tbh it was probably Micah). She then cares for Arthur day by day until he’s better. He says he doesn’t want to be fussed over but in reality he secretly likes it.

Thanks for sending this, Anon, and thank you for the compliment! 🥰 Fluffy Arthur is my favorite Arthur (I would fucking die for this man!)

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You don’t like the look on Micah’s face. Not one bit. Then again, you’ve never trusted the slimy man leading you and Arthur down the muddy road of Valentine. He’s so damn arrogant and he always acts like his plans are going to go as smooth as butter, but then they almost always end in gunfire. There’s just something about him you don’t like.

Arthur’s by your side too, but if he’s as nervous as you are, he doesn’t show it. He and Micah trade some snappy remarks. They’ve never really liked each other, that much is obvious. Arthur holds your hand lazily, something he always likes to do when you’re both out and about. You squeeze his hand, wanting to let him know something doesn’t feel right. He squeezes back.

“Just relax, cowpoke,” Micah simpers, walking slightly ahead of the two of you. “This doctor's dim. I went and talked to him earlier, scoped the place out. This job’s on the level. You and your girl just go in there, rob whatever he’s got hidden in that back room, and get out. Easy as pie.”

“If it’s so easy, why didn’t you rob him when you was scopin’ the place?” Arthur retorts.

“Because I was playin’ injured, cowpoke. Besides, he’s likely to go snippin’ to the sheriff, what with him being next door. I ain’t so dumb as to rob the sheriff’s neighbor without someone to back me up.”

Arthur sighs. “Why do I get the feelin’ this is gonna end in us shootin’ our way out of this damn town?”

“Because that’s how Micah rolls,” you say, making sure he can hear you. “I ain’t ever known anyone so keen to trade bullets.”

“It ain’t gonna be like that! You both act like I go around, asking people to duel,” Micah growls. You roll your eyes. With Micah’s record, he might as well be doing that.

Micah leads you over to the doctor’s office. Then, leaning on a pillar holding up the building, he looks around, feigning innocence. “A’right, Y/N, you go and hold that doctor down. Arthur, go get the backroom. Should be easy. I’ll keep watch here, make sure no one suspects anything.”

“Why don’t you go rob the backroom and I’ll keep a watch on the street?” Arthur says.

“Because it’s my job, Morgan, I get to call the shots. Now do this quickly before someone sees us three lookin’ too chummy out here.”

Arthur mutters something but goes inside. You go in a second later and immediately pull out your pistol, aiming it at the doctor. “What you got in that backroom?” you growl.

The doctor, his face pale, licks his lips and raises his hands. “N-nothin’, I swear. Just a…. A friendly card game for folks willin’ to pay higher stakes.”

“Well why don’t we drop in on these high-payin’ folks?” Arthur says. He gestures with his revolver for the doctor to lead the way to the backroom. The doctor knocks on the metal door and a slot opens, revealing a pair of eyes. You and Arthur hide as to avoid being seen.

“J-just me,” the doctor says. “I brought some food and whiskey for you boys.”

“Eh, it’s only the doc.”

The door opens and you grab the doctor by his collar and shove him down into his exam chair, pointing your gun at him so he can’t run off to tattle. Arthur heads into the room and there’s immediate yells and a gun goes off. You hear something heavy fall, but you’re sure it’s nothing. Arthur’s more than capable of taking care of himself. That is until you hear someone inside laugh and say, “We got ‘im, boys! Arthur Morgan himself!”

Quickly, you smash your gun into the doctor’s head, knocking him out, then you dash into the room. There, you’re met by four O’Driscolls and a saloon girl. Arthur’s on the ground, sitting against a wall, a dark circle on his lower left side blooming wider. He’s groaning in pain, the gun knocked from his hand lying beyond his reach.

Before the O’Driscolls can point their guns from Arthur to you, you pull your trigger, taking them down with such speed it surprises even you. The saloon girl screams and backs into a corner.

“Don’t shoot!” she pleads.

“Arthur!” you whimper, ignoring her and going over to him. As you lean down to inspect him, he suddenly grabs your pistol and aims it at the saloon girl, who had managed to get a hold of one of the corpse’s guns. He shoots her and she falls.

“Oh, Goddamn it, Arthur!” you say. You unbutton his shirt and see a bullet wound below his ribs.

“It-it’s nothin’, darlin’.”

“Don’t look like nothin’. Come on.” With enormous effort, you help Arthur up to his feet. Then you haul him to the doctor’s exam chair, push the doctor’s unconscious body out of it, and plop Arthur into it.

“Okay, honey, stay with me. We gotta get this bullet out.”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just… let’s get out of here. That sheriff’s an idiot, but even he must’ve heard them gunshots.”

“I’ll be quick, Arthur. Just hold still.”

You run around the room, gathering instruments and bandages. You find a set of long, thin tongs, the perfect shape to do the job. Removing a bullet is a nasty business. You had it done once when you’d been shot in the leg years ago. It was one of the most painful things you’ve ever endured.

After gathering your things, you scour the doctor’s shelf up front. Micah peaks in.

“What the hell is taking so long? I talked the sheriff down since you couldn’t manage to keep things quiet.”

“Shut the fuck up, Micah. Arthur’s been shot. Just keep an eye out, make sure no one gets nosy.”

He rolls his eyes and leaves the room again. After hunting through the shelves, you come along a bottle of something labeled as aspirin. You’ve heard of this stuff, it was recently discovered to be a pain killer. You grab it and a bottle of unopened whiskey and go back to the room.

You shove several pills down Arthur’s throat and then pour some alcohol onto his wound. He yells out in pain, but then you instruct him to drink it.

“Arthur, this is gonna hurt like nothing else. But we gotta get this thing out,” you say sympathetically, holding the tongs.

He’s sweating profusely, but he nods and grips the arms of his chair. You work the cogs of the chair so it leans back, giving you a better angle. Then you go to work. It’s excruciating pain for him and you apologize as tears leak from his eyes. You pour more whiskey on the wound as you work, but you have to dig a bit to find the bullet. Finally, you grab it and pull it out. He gasps as you hold it up.

You quickly bandage him up, though you’re not satisfied with the job. Now there’s the problem of hiding his bloodied shirt so you can get him out of here. You help him to his feet and lead him to the front room and then quickly dash out to the horses, ignoring the blood on your hands. After retrieving his tan coat, you help him slide it on and then out to the horses. Micah’s waiting next to them, clearly impatient.

“So much for me bein’ the one who starts the gunfire,” Micah growls.

“Shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in your head,” you snarl. It takes all your strength to help Arthur up into his saddle, but he’s a trooper. He does his best to act normal as you all walk out of town, but it’s clear he’s in a lot of pain.

As soon as he’s in Horseshoe Overlook, you walk him over to his cot and he plops down into it. He pants heavily and you put your hand on his chest, sitting down by his side.

“Easy, honey. You can rest now.”

He grabs your hand, comforted by your presence. Slowly, you undress him, flinging his ruined shirt to the side. After closing the flaps of the tent so the others won’t see him lying half naked in his bed, you rejoin his side.

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Over the next couple of weeks, you care for Arthur, hardly letting him leave his cot. He keeps pleading with you to stop fussing over him, that he’s an adult who can care for himself, but he loves it. He loves how protective you’ve gotten over him. Hell, Micah isn’t even allowed on this side of camp anymore. He’d probably have better chances of fighting off a cougar than you. Even Sean knows not to come over and rib Arthur for being laid up, even though he means it all in good fun.

Every day, you’ve gone out to collect fresh herbs from the surrounding area that will help with his pain. Not only that, but you usually bring back a rabbit or a turkey, some kind of small animal. Instead of giving them to Pearson though, you cook them over the scout fire and give Arthur as much as he can eat. He complains that he’s going to gain more weight than he’d like, but he secretly likes that you’re doing it.

Every night, he pulls you into his arms, stating you can’t go around being strong for the both of you all day. You love cuddling with him like this, hearing his heartbeat beneath your head, his warm skin against yours, his fingers tracing your scalp or back.

Of course, sometimes these evening cuddles lead to further activities, but you never let him be the dominant one. Usually he’s the top, but when he’s laid up like this, you won’t let him. Instead of being disappointed, he finds it incredibly sexy how you take control of things. He definitely intends to let things go this way after this.

Hosea comes up to him one day while you’re out collecting herbs. He’s one of the few people who can safely walk this close to your tent without fear of getting their ass kicked. He takes a seat next to Arthur, who’s writing in his journal.

“That girl eased up on you yet?” Hosea asks.

Arthur smiles softly. “No. Honestly I don’t think she intends to until this is barely even a scar anymore.” He gestures down to his bandages.

Hosea lets out a soft chuckle. “She’s tough, that girl. I’ve never seen Dutch so afraid of talking to someone before. Pretty sure she’s the only thing preventing him from coming over to you and begging you to get out there and ‘make us some money’.”

Arthur laughs. “Dutch is scared of her, huh?”

“You would be too if you saw how she looks at pretty much all of us. I’m surprised Micah’s still sticking around, honestly. She, uh, clocked him in the jaw the other night when he made it sound like you messed up in that doctor’s office.”

“I did mess up, Hosea. I wasn’t prepared enough. I just thought it’d be some ranchers who got more money in their pockets than most folk in that town. I didn’t expect those damn O’Driscolls.”

“It ain’t your fault, son. But you’ll be fine. Hell, you ain’t allowed to be anything else with that girl looking after you.”

Arthur chuckles again. ��So she really gave Micah a good one, huh?”

“Oh yes. He’s got this big ol’ bruise on his face now. Like I said, I’m surprised he’s still in camp when she’s here.”

“Hosea, I uh, I been thinkin’. I wanna marry her.”

Hosea sits up straighter. “You sure? I know how your last engagement went, Arthur.”

“That was completely different, Hosea. I was young and dumber then. This ain’t the same. Y/N ain’t Mary. She’s…. She’s far better, and she makes me feel like I ain’t just a killer and a bad man. I… I don’t know how to describe what I feel about her, Hosea. All I know is if I don’t ask her, it’ll be the biggest regret of my life.”

Hosea smiles and puts his hand on Arthur’s shoulder. “Well, I’m happy for you, son. Being married was the best thing I ever did, and Y/N’s a special woman. You’d be a fool for not asking her.”

Just then, Hosea looks up to see you coming over, your hands full of herbs. He waves to you, in which you return it. He gives Arthur a curt nod and heads off.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Arthur says, closing his journal. You return the greeting and sit down by his feet, getting your things together to start grinding the herbs up.

“Hold on, sweetheart. Before ya get busy, come here.”

“Why?” you say, looking up at him.

“Just come here. Please?” he says, holding his arms out to you.

With a soft smile, you get up and crawl into his arms, letting him fold them around you and hold you close. He kisses your head softly, never wanting to let you go. He wants to ask you right now to be his wife, but the timing feels wrong. He wants it to be special, wants you to know how much he adores you.

“Thank you, darlin’, for everythin’ you done.”

“Of course, Arthur. I’d do it all over again if I needed to.” You place a soft kiss over his heart that makes him almost swoon. He knows now that he will never stop loving you.

Just as he’s about to say something, Strauss comes over and interrupts. “Herr Morgan, I have another job for you.”

“What is it, Strauss?” he asks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I lent money to a fellow named Downes. Thomas Downes. I need you to reclaim the debt. Beat him, if you must.”

As quick as lightning, you leap up and glare at Strauss. Arthur’s told you how much he loathes this sharking business. You’re tired of it too. It’s a foul business and one you want him having no part of.

“If this money’s so important to you, Strauss, why don’t you go get it yourself?” you snarl.

He looks at you haughtily. “Because, Y/N, people are happy to take money from a man like me, but less willing to give it back.”

“Well then maybe you need to grow a damn spine for once and do your own damn dirty work. Either that or find another way of making money for the gang. One with less… filth.”

“I am the one feeding you and the other women in camp-” he begins but you shove him so hard he takes several steps back.

“Bullshit! How many days have Arthur spent out there slaving away to bring down animals and sling ‘em back to camp? You ain’t feedin’ no one but yourself! How many folks have we all robbed and stolen from, while you just go out peddling a few bucks here and there. You’re a sad, lyin’, miserable sack of shit who has no place here! No get out of my sight before I put a bullet in your skull!”

Strauss, his eyes wide and his lizardish lips parted, starts heading away from you quickly, his tail between his legs. As he scurries off, you scream at him one last time.

“And if you ever tell my man to get your damn money back, I’ll throttle ya, is that clear?”

He doesn't respond but you know he heard you. After letting out a long sigh, you turn back to Arthur, who’s looking at you surprised.

“What?” you say.

He swallows. “Damn, darlin’, that was-”

“Long overdue?” you say.

“No, well yes, but I was gonna say that was one of the sexiest things I ever seen.”

You blush and smile at him.

“You got anymore of that energy left in ya?” he says, his eyes sliding down your body.

“Why?”

“‘Cause I was thinkin’ you better close these flaps and show me what else you got.”

With a giggle, you do as he says. Then you take him so hard Arthur will never forget this afternoon. In fact, he will hold onto it for many years and on the days when he needs you physically but you aren’t around, he’ll use it to help relieve the pressure while being alone.

As the two of you go at it, he wishes again to ask you to marry him, but you’ve got him groaning and panting so hard he can barely work out two words. One thing is clear to him though: not marrying you will be the dumbest thing he could possibly do.

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megalony · 4 years

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She’s a good girl- Part 5

Here is the latest part in my murderer! Ben Hardy series, thank you all for the lovely feedback so far.

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Summary: (Y/n) is a good girl from a church-going family and her brother, Joe is trying to put Ben behind bars. But when (Y/n) starts to fall for the dangerous killer, things get complicated.

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(Y/n) glanced over to the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time this morning and all it showed was one minute had ticked by since she had last checked. She wished time would go quicker so she could have an excuse to run out of the house and catch the bus to work, she wanted to drown herself in work at the club and forget everything and go to see Ben. But she had twenty minutes until the bus would arrive that she needed to take to get to the club and she didn't fancy sitting at the bus stop for twenty minutes.

Eating the last bite of her toast, (Y/n) downed the rest of her juice before she leaned her head on her hand and turned to look out of the door in the dining room that led to the back garden. They had a fairly big garden and (Y/n) remembered when she was younger, she would never look out of the back door or the windows into the garden in fear of seeing someone or something out there in the dark.

It seemed so trivial and strange to (Y/n) that she was still cautious of looking out into the large garden at night where anyone could be lurking, yet she was going out with a murderer who didn't scare or worry her one bit.

Maybe there was something wrong with her.

That thought hung around in the back of her mind but it wasn't really bothering her, there most likely was something up with her for going out with someone she knew for definite was a cruel person when he wanted to be. But he was someone else around (Y/n) and if she didn't fear him, why should there be something wrong with her? Why couldn't she love someone who did bad things without being seen as insane?

(Y/n) was quickly pulled from her thoughts when her parents walked into the room and sat down at the respected seats, a plate of toast in her father's hand and a bowl of porridge in her mother's.

Breakfast was always something they used to do together as a family, waking up at the same time and eating all meals together. But now with Joe not living here, Cora working and (Y/n) too working, breakfast wasn't always shared and it was something (Y/n) loved. She loved eating on her own without being watched or hassled or brought into some stupid, irrelevant conversation that really was not worth talking about.

She was starting to feel like she was truly growing up and being at home wasn't as calming or comforting as it used to be. When Ben walked into her life he let her look at her life through a different pair of eyes and it showed (Y/n) what she wanted. She didn't want to be seen as a child or have meal times like she was a little girl, she didn't want to be talked down to or told what she had to do and where she could go.

(Y/n) wanted to wake up and have breakfast either on her own or with Ben who always brightened her day sometimes without having to say anything. He could just smile or smirk at her and she instantly felt uplifted. And he would kiss her a lot in the morning (not to say he didn't kiss her a lot during the rest of the day too) and he enveloped her in hugs she didn't want to escape from and he treated her like a woman, not a girl.

Maybe (Y/n) should focus on saving her money and moving out.

If she moved out, she would have control over when she went to work, when she went out with friends, when she saw Ben and what she ate and what times she did things. She could decorate her own home and have things where she wanted and not have to wait for someone to finish in the bathroom and she wouldn't have people living with her who constantly struck a nerve.

"Earth to (Y/n)."

(Y/n) blinked and leaned her head back when her mother's hand waved in front of her eyes, almost tapping her forehead with the spoon she had tightly grasped between her fingers.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

Ever since her father struck her two days ago, they had all been playing a game of pretend. Cora pretended she didn't like (Y/n) being told off and also that she didn't know what their father had done. Linda pretended the argument had never taken place and everything was as sweet as honey in the (Y/l/n) household. And (Y/n)'s father pretended he hadn't hurt (Y/n) both with his hand and his words, there was still a small look of guilt in his eyes that (Y/n) caught glimpses of sometimes, but he wasn't changed.

They were still treating her like their little angel who was innocent and naive and knew nothing of the adult world. They still thought she was a little good girl who did whatever they would tell them and was totally devoted to the church like it was her lifeline.

(Y/n) couldn't be bothered to change their minds or their views, it would get her nowhere. She could let her family pretend and she could play her role to a point when she was around them, she would be free whenever she was away from them and that was how it had to be for now.

"Do you know Angeline who helps out at church?" Linda spoke as she mixed some jam into her porridge, her eyes intently focused on (Y/n).

"Yes, what about her?"

"Well, I think you remember her son Carl, he went to school with you."

It took a moment for (Y/n) to put a face to the name but when she found a picture of him stored in the back of her head, she had to stop herself from cringing. Carl was a few months younger than (Y/n) but they had one or two classes together when they had been at school. He was a very tall boy who used to have long shaggy hair before he shaved it which made him look unnatural. He had very defined cheekbones and eyes sunk into the back of his head that reminded everyone at school of a skull.

But it wasn't just his features that made (Y/n) uneasy, he wasn't the best person to get to know. Carl was generally boring, he did well in school even though he could hardly read and he was timid, shy and useless. He was always laughing at the wrong point in a joke, he thought he was in with the cool kids when he hardly had any friends and he didn't have any hobbies or interests that (Y/n) knew of.

(Y/n) didn't know him well because she didn't want to talk to him, he was dull and the kind of person that went along and agreed with whatever someone said even if he didn't like the subject or if he didn't understand. (Y/n) knew she didn't have the most outgoing life but she had her own hobbies and interests and likes and passions and she was so passionate in many ways, she didn't want to go anywhere near Carl who brought down the atmosphere in any room.

He was not the kind of person (Y/n) wanted to be friends with.

"I think so." There was a wary tone to (Y/n)'s voice as she wondered where this was going.

"Well, he goes to church on Sundays like us, and he's said that he would like to take you out after church tomorrow."

"When did he say that?"

(Y/n) leaned back in her seat out of instinct when it felt like she was walking into a trap. Why were her parents so fine with this when they treated her like a child, surely they wouldn't want her to be going out on dates when they thought she was a little fourteen year old? Or maybe they wanted her to start dating, they wanted her to find someone who they deemed suitable and respectable and someone they thought would do well in life.

"Yesterday, we were talking to Angeline. I think you two will be good together."

"You set me up on a date with Carl?" The fury in her voice was evident and it confused and unsettled her parents who stared at her like she had grown a second head. Why did they think she would be okay with this? Why did they think they could rule her life like this when she already told them that they controlled her life far too much?

(Y/n) could feel the edge of the table scraping into her fingers when her nails dug too deeply into the wood. She couldn't go on a date with Carl, she didn't like him, he was an idiot and he was in a different crowd to her growing up, he could very well bore her to death. (Y/n) didn't want to go anywhere near him- especially since she already had Ben.

"Yes, he's a lovely boy-"

"I don't want to go on a date with Carl, mother he's docile and useless- plus he can't even read! Why can't you let me lead my own life, I can find someone I like to date I don't need you to do everything for me."

"Now (Y/n) he wants to go out with you and he's got a good job and he goes to our church, he's a timid but lovely young man. Give the boy a chance that's all he's asking for." Paul took a bite of his toast but his eyes were pleading with (Y/n) in such a way she felt like he was trying to guilt-trip her into doing this.

But there was no way (Y/n) was going to go on a date with someone who didn't read, didn't have his own opinions or thoughts and who didn't know how to even live without needing confirmation for his own thoughts and actions. Ben was (Y/n)'s total opposite but he was so good for her in so many ways. He read a lot of books which gave them common ground, he was kind, loving considerate and charming with (Y/n), he never pushed her to do anything she didn't want to and he took her feelings into high consideration.

Ben may be a murderer but at least he was the best kind of gentleman in regards to dating.

"You mean that's all you're asking for. I don't get along with Carl, are you really so ignorant towards my feelings that you're going to try and force me into this when I don't want to?"

Going on a date with Carl wouldn't be right when he would agree with whatever (Y/n) said and didn't challenge anything about her or what she said. He would be docile and more like a shell of a former self who didn't know what to do. (Y/n) needed Ben, she needed someone who could challenge her and bring out the best in her, not bring her down and just be more of a shadow than a partner.

"Talk to him at church tomorrow, let him help set things up for sermon. Just get to know him and if you really don't want to, then I suppose we can't make you go on a date with him."

His words simply weren't good enough.

(Y/n) knew her parents well enough to know that they wouldn't take it well if she said she wasn't going on a date with him. They would push her to get to know Carl at church and then not listen when she said she didn't want to go out with him, they would turn a blind eye and turn off their ears so that (Y/n) felt she had no choice but to go along with it. But she wouldn't, she wasn't going to get to know Carl tomorrow and she wasn't going to go on any date with him or anyone else in the future.

"I'm going to work."

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Smiling at Elliot when she walked through the main door to reception, (Y/n) traded places with him when he stood up and walked out behind the desk to let (Y/n) take his place since she was on reception today for her shift.

She placed her bag under the desk, sitting on the chair as she logged into the computer before looking around the small reception area to find something to focus her mind on until someone needed to come in or out of the club. It was never boring working at the club no matter what kind of work (Y/n) was doing on any of her shifts and it was one of the reasons she was beginning to love working here.

(Y/n) soon realised that she was the only girl who worked in the club, there apparently was an old woman who worked here as a cleaner a while ago but she left before (Y/n) even knew Ben.

When the buzzer sounded signalling the door on the right was opening which led into the main area of the club, (Y/n) turned and a small smile formed on her lips when she saw that it was Ben. He grazed his hand along the desk very lightly as he walked past and turned round the side so he could walk over to her behind the desk.

He seemed to smile at her until he got closer, then his eyes narrowed as he reached his hands out to cup her face.

"Doll... did someone hit you?" Ben smoothed his thumb over her cheek where there was a faint bruise and what looked like a very thin scratch mark. Ben knew that kind of mark and the pattern of the small bruises, he'd caused those kinds of bruises when he hit people and his rings scratched against their skin.

(Y/n) could hear the tense tone of his voice and she could sense the aggression he was trying so hard to hold back because he wasn't angry with her. He was concerned because it looked like someone had hit his girl and he wasn't going to take that lightly if that was the case.

"I-it was my dad, we argued and it got out of hand, it's nothing."

"Doll he hit you that's not nothing, what the fuck did he do that for?"

"Because I didn't back down and let them control me... he didn't mean it and he won't do it again." (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Ben's torso and tucked her face into his chest to try and get him to drop it. She knew he was only angry because he cared about her and she was thankful but it wasn't any use him getting upset when it was a one time thing. Her father was a reverend, he wasn't likely to hit her again, he didn't believe in that kind of punishment.

A sigh passed through Ben's lips as he knitted his hand into her hair and pressed his other hand to her back, holding her against him for a while. When (Y/n) pulled back to look up at him, he noticed something in her eyes like she was worried about something.

He didn't say anything, he just watched her patiently, waiting to see if she would say anything or if the thought dropped from her mind and she wouldn't say anything about it.

"My parents, they're trying to set me up on a date with someone tomorrow after church. I said I wouldn't but I don't think they're gonna let this go."

(Y/n)'s eyes softened when Ben's lips pressed to her forehead, his expression looking like he was contemplating or trying to come up with a plan of action. She didn't know what she was expecting Ben to say or do about this, she was only telling him to get it off her chest but if there was something Ben could say to make her feel better it would make (Y/n) feel more at ease.

"I think I can help with that."

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"Can you do me a favour, please?"

(Y/n) couldn't believe she was doing this. Her heart was beating erratically in her chest to the point she swore Joe would be able to see it forcing against her ribs. She had never lied to her brother before, she never had any reason to lie to him. Before Ben came along (Y/n) never had any secrets of her own so it meant she had no reason to tell little tales to anyone.

But right now she had a pretty big reason to lie to her brother and it was something she wasn't going to do easily.

(Y/n) couldn't go on a date with Carl today but nothing she told her parents was going to be good enough. They had told Carl she was going on the date before they told her about the date and Carl had been at sermon today which (Y/n) had missed. She had been with Ben all day and it was the first time she had ever missed sermon that she could remember and she didn't even feel guilty. It wasn't a necessity to go to church, she didn't have to and her faith didn't waver just because she didn't go, but in her parent's eyes she was going against their faith by missing the sermon.

Ben was waiting around the corner in his car so he could take (Y/n) out somewhere but she couldn't just go without any warning because her parents would lose their heads.

"(Y/n) where were you? Mum called, you didn't turn up for sermon." Joe leaned against the wall of their house, his eyes glancing over to the church where their family still was, finishing up sermon and about to come home for Sunday lunch. Their mother had called Joe and said (Y/n) wasn't turning up at the church just before sermon but he had no idea where she was either.

"They're trying to set me up with someone but I don't want to, Joe you know what they're like... I didn't want to go and be forced into a date. Listen, can you tell them I've been at work and now I'm going to the station to do work experience with you? If they think I'm going to be with you they won't be mad you know it. Please?"

Joe's eyes narrowed and his head ticked to the side as he smiled like she wad telling him a joke he didn't yet understand. Why was she asking him to lie to their parents for her?

"(Y/n)... I'll tell them if you tell me where you're going?" There was no way Joe could say no, he knew how strict things were for (Y/n) and he knew she deserved to have a normal life without being forced into anything or controlled. (Y/n) had never asked him to do anything like this before so Joe didn't really mind.

(Y/n) glanced her eyes around, spotting the front of Ben's car just around the bend near the church at the end of the road. What was she going to say? Joe knew she had to go somewhere if she didn't want to be seen by their parents and for them to believe that she was with Joe at work.

"I... I'm going out with a guy I met." (Y/n) knew Joe wouldn't ask and she knew he wouldn't tell anything to their parents but the smile on his face and the raised brow he gave her made her heart sink to her stomach. She had lied to him. If she dared to tell him the truth he would hit the roof if he knew who she was going out with.

There was no way Joe could ever find out.

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It's Always Been You - Sylvain x Reader

Summary: After being away for five years in war with your father, the war is over and your father takes you to the Church if Seiros, where you meet the friendly faces you grew up with. Specially your best friend, Sylvain.

A/N: finally, I'm posting something about Fire Emblem Three Houses 🤣🤣 Im sorry I've been inactive, I've been purposefully been inactive, my holidays are over and I wanted to fully enjoy them. But now I am back!! Also, I’m gonna be writing the date in which I post things because I lowkey dont like not remembering when I posted something.

Posted: 01.14.2020

Words: 2.4K

Warnings: none

Pacing through the wide halls of the monastery, your eyes could hardly focus on something before something else caught your attention. And walking through what felt like endless halls only made you feel more and more nervous. Following your father, a few steps ahead of you as he limped his way forward at a faster pace than yours.

“It’s weird to be somewhere with this amount of silence…” You said as your father chuckled looking back at you.

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought about it” He said cheerfully, although you could see his smile didn’t reach his eyes.”I’m sorry for taking you to war for all those years”

“You already apologised enough times, father. It’s okay, I don’t mind” You lied, remembering all the nightmares that flashed before your eyes when you tried to sleep. The smell of blood still felt fresh on your nose and the screams and whimpers of soldiers dying around you.

“I know, kid. But it’ll always weigh my soul” He answered waiting for you to catch up with him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Good thing is, your friends are here! So I was told by Count Galatea!”

“Ingrid is here?” Your father noticed that spark of hope in your voice.

“Dimitri, Felix and Sylvain are too”

Your heart began beating faster and stronger, as suddenly you became even more aware of your surroundings, hoping that you might see them.

However, that was not the case. You finally entered the cathedral and met the archbishop, Rhea. Feeling slightly intimidated by her status as the supreme leader of the Church of Seiros, your whole demeanour became stiff and awkward.

After welcoming your father back from the local wars happening in your hometown, your father talked to her, giving her a brief summary of how your last five years at war had been. And midway through the story, a couple of men walked inside the room Rhea and your father were talking in. Rhea greeted them as you continued to stare at everyone, not fully understanding what was going on.

Not until Rhea introduced you to Byleth, one of the teachers. Byleth was by no means a person with a lot of words. And given your shy state, neither were you. You followed them, by your father’s and Rhea’s suggestion. All the silence you had been missing while being out in the battlefield suddenly became worse than war. Silence, so much silence, you felt like your thoughts could easily echo and expose you. Not until a very familiar voice broke said silence after you walked inside one of the classrooms.

“[Name]?!” That cheerful voice brought back so many of your childhood memories, and before you could even scan the classroom, Ingrid was running towards you, hugging you tighter than ever. “I can’t believe it! It’s you!” She laughed happily. “I was afraid I’d never see you again!”

You hugged her back at once as tears gathered in your eyes, thinking how neither her voice nor her scent had changed much. As you opened your eyes, you saw a much taller Dimitri walking towards you.

“Dimitri!” You cried as you broke the hug from Ingrid and hugged the blonde. He hugged you back as once. “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown!” You sobbed, burying your face in his shoulder. “I was taller than you when I left the castle” You giggled.

“I can’t believe you’re still a crybaby” A low voice said as you looked at your side and saw a much grown Felix approaching you as well.

“And you’re still an idiot, Felix” You joked as you let go of Dimitri. “I missed you guys so fucking much” tears kept falling from your eyes. “Where’s Syl?” You asked looking around.

“Probably chasing some girls outside. Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon” Ingrid assured.

As Byleth introduced you to the rest of the class, you remained close to your friends as they did most of the talking. Recalling memories from your childhood, and through their stories, your new classmates got to know you better. Sitting in a circle on the ground in the middle of the class, you were enjoying the conversation, exchanging stories from both your childhood and the time your friends had been in the academy.

You were sitting facing the door, every now and then looking outside into the garden, noticing many other students walking and chatting. Eventually, you noticed someone walking towards the room. Instinctively, your eyes scanned said figure. And then our heart stopped.

Looking straight into his eyes, the both of you paralyzed for a brief second.

“No way!” Sylvain said shocked. The widest smile taking over his face.

Without thinking it twice, you stood up and ran towards him. All of the Blue Lions looking at you sprint, faster than they could imagine, as you ran towards the red head. Jumping into his arms, you cried his name as he swiftly caught you. Holding you tight, so tight, you could feel every bit of his chest pressed against yours. Laughing, melancholic tears falling down your eyes once more. Sylvains spun on his toes, happy to see his best friend once more.

“For the Goddess’s love, [Name]” He said putting you back on the floor, still without breaking the hug. “Do not leave me again” He said kissing the top of your head.

“[Name] and Sylvain…” Ashe asked, slightly confused. The way you had greeted your other friends was nothing compared to how you had greeted Sylvain.

“Oh, they’ve always been like that. Those two used to be always together. Whenever Slvain wasn’t chasing some girl, he was hanging out with [Name]. They were each other’s second shadow, before [Name] and her father left”

“The first few months after her departure were very rough on Sylvain…” Dimitri whispered.

“Yeah, I’d never seen him so depressed. Not even when his brother left” Ingrid added “Sylvain did try to run away and bring her back. His father was pissed at him for risking his life like that”

“After [Name] left, he became a much worse womanizer than he already was…” Felix added, looking at Sylvain, holding your head in his hands and shaking you lightly, complaining about all those years you left him.

“You think he’ll slow down a little bit now that she’s with him again?” Annette asked, not really minding about Sylvain's flirty self, but because she felt uncomfortable when he was being flirty at her.

“There’s a possibility” Dimitri whispered.

“Yeah, he’ll probably go skirt chasing as a hobby when [Name] is busy and doesn’t pay much attention to him” Ingrid said

“I’ve always said those two would end up together in the future” Felix said in a low voice.

“No way!” Ingrid laughed. “I mean, I know those two are inseparable, but there is no way in heaven or hell those two would end up together. I mean, they love each other but they also can’t quite stand each other”

“Silence” Dimitri said. “They’re coming”

“I’m sorry, that’s what you get for leaving me, darling” Sylvain said.

“You think I don’t know you?” You scoffed. “Your lame ass will be coming back to me every time a girl rejects you”

“I’ve changed” He bragged lifting his chin with pride.

“Oh, have you?” You scoffed loudly.

“I’ve mastered the art of charming women. I don’t get rejected as much as I used to”

“I’m still sure you’ll be spending most of your day nagging me”

“Of course I will!” Sylvain laughed. “My best friend is back! We have to make up for all that time lost, angel” Approaching the circle, you returned to your spot. Sylvain walked next to you and gestured Dimitri to move a little bit to a side so he could sit next to you. “So, what are we guys talking about?”

“The ball and the dancing contest” Dedue said, taking back the conversation you had before Sylvain walked in the classroom.

The ball was over all fun. Maybe not the most fun night, but surely more fun than any night you had for the last 5 years. Andnafter a very much needed break, Sylvain asked you if you wanted to wander around the monastery at night.

The idea of wandering at night added something charming and spooky to the big old building. Silence ruling over the rest of it while the ball was contained in the ball room.

As much as you wanted to actually wander around, you decided to quietly follow Sylvain who walked with long steps, knowing where he was heading to.

He took you to one of the towers in the monastery. A tall tower you knew very well for what people had been whispering in the halls.

“Can I tell you something, [Name]?” Sylvain asked.

“Sure”

“After you left…You are my best friend, the best of them, okay? You know it” He began awkwardly “And after you left, I felt so lonely. I’d never felt like that before”

“I know. I did too” You said looking at him tenderly as he looked up at the sky. You noticed the rise and fall of his chest, different to how it normally is. He’s nervous, you thought. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it, just like you’d always do whenever you knew he was feeling uneasy.

“It was...so different to me. Living in a world without you. It somehow felt like starting over. I guess, after you left, I started dating women like a mad man. I guess, I was looking for someone to fill that hole you left in my chest. But it didn’t matter how many girls I went out with and how many I met, no one even got close to it”

“Syl…” You whispered. “I’m here now. We’re back together at being partners in crime, hey?”

“Partners…” Sylvain whispered looking at your hand on his.

“Syl” You purred. “I know why you brought me here…” At once he looked into your eyes. Slightly terrified. “I’m not dumb, Syl. I’ve heard the stories about this. People come to this spot and make a wish together. They say the Goddess will listen and help said wish come true. It’s romantic, it’s clearly a tradition meant for lovers…”

“[Name], I-I…” Sylvain stuttered nervously.

“I’d wish to never feel lonely again,” You said. “The day I left, it was the worst day of my life. I cried every night for several weeks. I wanted to be back home, with my friends. Especially you, Syl. I’d dream of you every single day. At least for a year. You were always on my mind, and I liked to look up at the stars and think you’d be looking at the same stars as I did”

“You’ll never be lonely again” Sylvain whispered, holding your hand and pulling it towards him, kissing your knuckles.

“[Name]” The way his voice whispered your name in such a tender way, melted your heart. You looked into his honey eyes, thinking if they had always been so gorgeous. “I’m a bit afraid of saying this, but I have to, otherwise I’ll go crazy if I keep bottling it in” Knowing what he was going to say, you blinked, your eyes inviting him to get closer. “[Name]” Cupping your face into his free hand. “I think I’m in love with you”

“Coming from such a casanova, that’s a little bit hard to believe, Sylvain” You said witty.

“After you left, I realized it’s always been you. You’re the reason why I can’t settle down with a girl. Because neither of them are you” He said leaning closer and bumping his forehead against yours.

“Prove it” You whispered closing your eyes.

“I’ve known you for as long as I can remember" He began, he leaned back, sighing in disappointment, since you thought he was going to kiss you "Life without you is no life at all, that much I know. You wished to never feel lonely, right? I will not let you feel that way again. Never. My wish is to never stray from you again. It happened once, and I’m sure I don’t want it to happen again”

“Make sure to not wish for something you’ll regret, Syl” You whispered.

“How could I regret feeling alive and full? I’d give up the world for you” His eyes met yours in the sweetest of stares.

“How come you never came for me while I was away” looking away, you tried smiling sarcastically.

“I tried" He answered at once "You can ask Ingrid. I tried at least three times. Those three I ended up locked up in my room for days"

The look you gave Sylvain, incredulous, made him lose his calm posture and instead turn defensive.

"Back then I was weak and I was scared. But now, there’s nothing in this world that could stop me. I’ve grown, and I’ve changed. And if you asked me to, I’d keep changing, and never look at another woman, ever”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, take it to that extreme…" You giggled, slightly amused "You’re a grown up, Syl. You’re free to do whatever you like" looking away from him, you stared at your feet, thinking of your next words "I’d like to ask you to be gentle with me. Don’t break my heart, please”

You looked up to your friend. He sighed deeply, a gentle smile on his lips as he leaned closer, bumping his forehead against yours again.

“I won’t. Your heart’s safe with me. I promise, [Name]” His velvet voice purred your ears as you closed your eyes, hoping that he'd finally lean in into the kiss you'd been craving.

“I love you, Syl” You whispered as he leaned closer.

“I love you too” Sylvain muttered, his breath hitting your lips, and your heart racing in anticipation.

He closed the distance, a bit afraid and insecure. A million thoughts came to his mind before sealing the kiss. He was going to kiss his best friend, and he had just confessed to his best friend. And yet, the moment his lips.met yours, his mind went blank. His heart and your breathing was everything he could hear. Your scent tangling with his was everything he could smell. Despite the cool wind howling, your warmth was everything he could feel. Melting into your lips, you kissed him back.

#sylvain x reader #fire emblem sylvain #sylvain gautier #sylvain jose gautier #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem imagines #feth #fe3h #fire emblem x reader #I should be heading to school by this hour #but I am here posting #nkjdnckc #next one coming is one about dimitri #can u tell I took the blue lions route

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pure-bakusass · 5 years

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Kiribaku AU Month: Day 8: 🐲 HTTYD AU 🐲

Today I did some sketches that serve as illustrations to the drabble I wrote (killing it with the writing! 💚 they say practice makes perfect).

Basically Kirishima is Hiccup based and Bakugou is Astrid based 💙 Bakugou meets Kirishima when he's still an insecure mess, but he falls in love with him and believes in him. Together they hunt down the Night Fury, but it escapes and Kirishima finds it on his own later and tries to befriend it. Kirishima is the sunshine boy that wants to befriend dragons. Bakugou despises them and wants to kill them, but his love for Kirishima makes him slowly change his approach. There are situations I pictured with them that I couldn't include in the drabble so there they are, here:

Kiri trains the dragon in Bakugou's presence, and Bakugou is standing in the safe distance angrily like "Iook im not going to tell the rest but keep that disgusting thing away from me" while he eventually slowly grows to love the dragon as much as Kiri does.

Kirishima: Look, this is Bakugou. I know both of you started off pretty badly but Bakugou means no harm. There is no need to be afraid of Bakugou. See? Bakugou put the knife down.

One day the dragon licks Bakugou's face and it's hilarious.

Kirishima: See? He loves you!

Bakugou: *grumpily wipes his face* It's a fucking one-sided love then.

Remember the moment when Hiccup took Astrid to that wild ride on Toothless? Kirishima does the same to Bakugou to prove a point. Bakugou just stubbornly refuses to accept the concept of riding dragons and Kirishima had no other choice than to get to him like this.

Kirishima: Let me just show you something, that's all! And then I'll put you down!

Bakugou: *clinging to dragon's tail for life and screaming* Fuck no, you better put me the fuck down now!

Bakugou ends up enjoying the ride, but he's lowkey scared being this high for the first time in his life, so he clinged to Kirishima's back and held him tight.

Bakugou: *hits Kirishima* That's for forcing me to ride the fucking dragon.

Bakugou: *kisses Kirishima* And that's for...the rest.

@kiribakumonth2019

Now for the ✨drabble✨ You can read it under the cut!

"Fuck!"

Bakugou's scream suddenly broke the peaceful, calm silence of the forest. Both him and Kirishima were wandering around the place for quite a time, and while it was completely understandable for Bakugou to get frustrated, Kirishima genuinly enjoyed it. If it wasn't for the reason why they were here, he would consider it just a nice walk, a date even. But Kirishima knew that today they meant business, and he shouldn't let his thoughts get away from it too much. If he wanted Bakugou not to be angry with him, that is.

"That shitty dragon really couldn't have found itself a better place than a fucking forest to crash, huh?" Bakugou snarled as he vented his frustration by kicking the nearest rock. Kirishima smiled at him. At this point he was so used to Bakugou's outbursts that he found them amusing, in a way.

"Dude, there's hardly even anything else here apart from forests, what did you expect? Hey, c'mon. Don't worry so much about that. I'm sure we'll find it."

Bakugou didn't feel like calming down at all, although he did have to admit that Kirishima's warm smile was probably the only thing in the entire world that would ever come this near to soothing his nerves. He rolled his eyes in response, but the tone of his voice did calm significantly.

"I'm not worried, idiot. I'm sure we'll find it, because I am not leaving the damn place without a dragon. I will tear down every fucking tree if that's what it takes to bring the bastard to the village."

"Yeah, right, that's what I'm talking about! I can't wait to see their faces when we show them that we actually DID take a real Night Fury down! I'm so excited just thinking about it. Aren't you excited Katsuki?"

Bakugou laughed. He couldn't help it that Kirishima's excitement was getting through to him.

"Fuck, you bet I am. Those idiots kept laughing at me for saying I shot this stupid Night Fury bullshit down with my own hands. But now that you're going to kill it, we'll make them all choke on those words."

"Oh damn right we- wait, what? Me?"

Kirishima stopped and blinked in surprise, not quite believing what he has just heard. All of a sudden, his enthusiasm faded away, leaving him visibly nervous.

"Since when it's me who is supposed to kill the dragon, Katsuki? I mean it was you who shot it so wouldn't it be fair for you to, uh, finish the work you started?

Bakugou raised his eyebrow. Such a sudden change in Kirishima's behavior seemed suspicious and unusual for him. He didn't like it.

"What are you even saying, shithead? Of course the fuck not! We're a team. I did my part of the job which means now is your turn. That is what I call fair. Besides, I already killed my first dragon, and you didn't. If this keeps up those idiots out there in the village will eat you alive."

"Are you saying that they still talk about me behind my back...? About the not-killing-a-dragon thing?"

Bakugou sighed. Now he understood exactly what the sudden change of attitude was about. How could he not get it before? He knew too well about Kirishima's biggest insecurity and mentioning the villagers was one fast way to trigger it even more. Bakugou felt like he was the actual idiot here and he hated that. He looked Kirishima in the eyes, dead serious.

"Not when i beat the goddamn shit out of them when they do so. Listen, you don't deserve to be put down like that. You're strong and manly, and totally capable of killing dragons. I'm sure of that. And you know it too. It's just the rest that don't know. Wouldn't it be thrilling to prove them wrong?"

Kirishima didn't look convinced. In fact he looked like he was having a hard time processing the situation. Bakugou reflected on his words and tried again with different approach.

"...Look, I-

...I may have used the wrong words for it. It doesn't fucking matter at all what others think about you, as long as you yourself know your own worth. But what matters is that killing a dragon is a powerful experience. It really makes you feel like you have enormous strenght, like you're some kind of a god. I want you to be able to experience it and be as satisfied and fulfilled as me. Only a fool would reject the opportunity to kill a dragon that is basically served to him on a silver plate. Listen, if you don't want to kill the dragon for yourself, do it for me. Do it for us, Ei."

The thing was that no matter how bad Kirishima's doubts were, he couldn't deny that he was madly in love with Bakugou, and therefore extremely weak for all those moments when he spoke to him in [that] voice he was using on him right now. The soft, loving, encouraging, lower toned kind of voice Bakugou wouldn't use on anyone else except Kirishima.

"I guess you do have a point here Katsuki."

Bakugou responded with a satisfied, fierce smile, one of those that Kirishima really enjoyed seeing. He gave in completely as Bakugou pulled him closer for a nice, deep kiss.

"There you go... There's my brave, unbreakable Eijirou. I think I might have something just for the occasion."

Bakugou reached to his belt and grabbed a knife he then gave to Kirishima. But that was no ordinary knife. Kirishima's eyes went open wide as he realised what he was holding. It was Katsuki's lucky knife, the exact one he killed his first dragon with. Kirishima was still amazed everytime he remembered that fight. To take down a dragon having only a knife on you for many seemed impossible. But for Katsuki, there was no such thing as impossible. That's why he admired him so much and still found it hard to believe that someone like Bakugou would consider someone like him his equal.

"What, why so surprised? You need it more than I do. Keep it. Make a good use of it and make me proud. No, make yourself proud."

Now that Kirishima thought about it, he has never actually seen Bakugou allowing anyone to touch it, ever, let alone make any use of it. The fact he was gifted such a meaningful thing filled Kirishima's heart with sudden wave of courage and will to act. Will to be strong and to prove himself that there is no such thing he's not capable of. The big, bright smile came back to Kirishima's face.

"Thank you, Katsuki. Thank you so much."

As they continued to search through the woods, Kirishima's excitement was in the right place. Even though he still felt nervous, he decided not to let it control him. At some point he reached for another kiss but Bakugou pushed him away and pointed to the ground with visible satisfaction.

"Ei, look! You see those traces here? I bet that's where the dragon fell. It was too weak to fly away, it's most probably very near. Fuck, we've found it!"

Next thing they saw when they looked around the place was a familiar net, and under it, a big, black pile of something that was most probably their dragon. Sparks of excitement appeared in Bakugou's eyes as he gave Kirishima a push forward.

"Go get it."

"Right!"

Kirishima took a deep breath as he began carefully approaching the dragon. He could do it. He totally could. "I have Katsu's lucky knife and a taste of his lips on mine, what could possibly go wrong?" he mumbled to himself as he was getting close to the infamous Night Fury. Bakugou decided to watch him from the distance.

First thing that Kirishima did as soon as he reached the dragon was to kneel down beside it and gently place his hand on it, then move it across its smooth, black scales. For a brief second he thought that maybe the dragon was already dead? That would certainly spare him a lot of trouble. But then he felt his hand being gently lifted as the dragon inhaled. He gasped in surprise and quickly took his hand back. The dragon was very much alive. Kirishima felt absolutely terrified, yet absolutely amazed at the same time. Not only it was his first time seing a dragon this close, but also seeing a dragon that nobody has ever seen before at all. This felt like enough of a thrilling experience for Kirishima. When he remembered what he was supposed to do, it brought up a weird feeling of sadness in him. The dragon was so...beautiful. It looked so peaceful and vulnerable while it was asleep like this. Kirishima sighed heavily.

"How am I supposed to take your life away while you can't even fight me back...?"

"What the fuck is taking you so long, shitty hair?!"

Kirishima twitched. Bakugou's yelling brought him down to earth yet once again.

"Katsu, I-...I don't think I can do it!"

That was most probably the worst possible way to express what he was feeling right now. He regretted those words the moment he spoke. Bakugou approached him quickly and angrily.

"What the fuck is your problem again?! You want to back away now that we're so close? After I gave you the knife and did my fucking best to make you feel better about yourself, even though I can't comfort others for shit and you know it? Listen here, you-"

"No, no, I'm not going to back away, please let me explain!" Kirishima interrupted Bakugou halfway through his outburst, hoping it wouldn't last. "I mean just look at him. He seems so vulnerable lying helplessly like this on the ground like he's already defeated. All I'm saying is that...you know, is there really a pride to be taken in butchering an unconcious dragon? I mean, it's no effort, there's not even a fight. That's not very manly nor thrilling if you ask me."

For a second Bakugou looked like he was about to lose his shit and explode again, but as soon as Kirishima spoke, his face expression changed. Now he was smiling, and it was one of those sly, fierce grins of his that always meant trouble.

"Right, sure. Of course you want a fight. That's understandable. Should have just said exactly that, babe. Let's rile the beast up then."

Bakugou got down on his knees and started cutting the strings of the net that was tangled around the dragon's limbs.

"Wait, no, that's not what I-"

Before Kirishima could say anything more, he was interrupted with the sound of a loud hit of Bakugou's hand on the dragon's hard scaled back. The Night Fury's eyes opened up right away and its pupils narrowed in a sign of hostility.

"this is bad-"

The dragon stood up on all fours, spreading its wings and roaring loudly and terrifyingly right in Bakugou and Kirishima's face. Kirishima's heart stopped, but Bakugou? Bakugou yelled back.

"That's right, that's more like it! Bring it on, fucker! They don't call you the Night Fury for no fucking reason, do they?!"

That's when it all went down to shit.

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what a terrible way to finish a drabble XDDDD but thats all, thank you for attention <3

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lavenderlattaes · 4 years

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call me babe. | hwang hyunjin

⇒ summary: you’ve had this thing going on with hyunjin; you called each other babe and acted like a couple for fun. but what happens when he starts liking someone else?

⇒ [college! au, idiots to lovers! au, friends to lovers! au]

⇒ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

⇒ word count: 4.4k words (woAh)

⇒ genre: fluff, with a smidge of angst, i guess

⇒ warnings: swear words, plus clingy and flirty hyunjin and reader lmao

⇒ note: ajxbwjsk this is lit rally based off my best friend’s friendship with another one of our guy friends but i tweaked it a bit so now it’s purely self-indulgent bc HWANG H Y U N J I N. honestly this is total word vomit and a complete mess — it’s just random moments of my self-indulgence for hyunjin (i need help) so ignore mistakes bc im a bit of a blind bat and enjoy! ＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／

“I’m gonna go ahead, see you guys tomorrow,” Hyunjin bids all of you good bye, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder. Everyone momentarily looks up, saying good byes to him.

Locking class had just ended, but Hyunjin was already in a rush to leave. You stop fixing and put your hands on your hips, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Running off again, I see. Where are you off to, Hwang?” You demand, your chin held up high.

He rolls his eyes, walking closer to you.

“I’m meeting up with Yeji,” he answers and you huff. You push him away, turning around to continue fixing your things.

“Hmm, yeah sure. You’re probably just too lazy to bring me home,” You scoff. You hear Hyunjin sigh behind you and seconds later, his arms are wrapped around your waist, his cheek resting on your back.

“Please don’t be mad, babe. And I’m not being lazy! I really do have something to do with Yeji. We need to finish our choreo for the showcase. If you want, you can wait for me and I’ll bring you home later, yeah?” he answers you, making you smile while rolling your eyes. You turn around in his arms, seeing him pout at you with those pleading, puppy dog eyes of his.

“Nah, it’s okay. I can go with Jisung. Just, stay safe okay? Don’t go home late, I’m going to call Felix and make sure you’re home on time. If not, Felix won’t be able to dab again,” You threaten and he lets out a hearty chuckle, his eyes crinkling.

“Yes, ma’am.” He hugs you tight and you return with equal enthusiasm. You break the hug and he says his final goodbyes to everyone, jogging out of the studio.

Once he’s out, Jisung speaks up. “Why don’t you just date already? I’m tired of you guys calling each other babe and shit.” He complains.

You roll your eyes at him as he comes closer to you. “Why don’t you go date Minho then?” You retort and Jisung huffs.

“Shut up, we’re just friends,” Jisung pokes your cheek.

“Hmm, okay,” you shake your head at him, and he grins, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I’m going to go write lyrics with Chan and Changbin. You wanna come with?” Jisung asks as he leads you outside.

You shake your head and smile. “That’s fine, I should probably go check on my essay that I sent in for Mr. Kim’s class last week,” you reply.

“Okay, but don’t tell Hyunjin I didn’t bring you home alright? He might beat my ass up,” Jisung pouts and you laugh, hugging him.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s just being over dramatic,” you reassure him and he laughs. “Okay, gotta go now! Bye, Y/N!”

You wave good bye and as Jisung’s form becomes smaller the farther away he is from the building, the more you wished you had gone with Hyunjin.

A few days have passed, and Hyunjin’s been spending less and less time with you. Ever since he told you about the dance he’s working on with Yeji, he’s hardly been spending time with you.

Truth be told, even if you wanted to call him out for it, you can’t. Because honestly, wouldn’t that make you seem clingy? It’s not as if you and Hyunjin are dating anyway. You just had this habit of calling each other ‘babe’ with a lot of flirting involved.

It started off as a simple joke; you accidentally called him babe, since you used to call your girl friends that way back in high school. He laughed it off, saying you could never resist his charms — you probably really couldn’t, but you wouldn’t let him know that. Another time came when you needed to get out of a sticky situation with a guy who just couldn’t understand that you didn’t like him, so when you saw Hyunjin pass by, you called him babe and he helped pretend to be your boyfriend for five minutes.

“Come on, Y/N. Just one date,” the guy who’s name you didn’t even know asks you, stepping closer as you stepped away.

“I’m sorry, but no. I don’t even know you that much and I really can’t,” you try again and he steps closer, taking your hand in his as you try to get away.

“Why? It’s not as if you’re already taken,” he reasons and at that moment, you see Hyunjin pass by. You pull your hand back and smile.

“Babe, Hyunjin!” You call out and Hyunjin turns to you. He sees the pleading look in your eyes and the way you subtly glance at the stubborn boy beside you.

Hyunjin winks, letting you know he got the message. He jogs up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he kisses your cheek.

Okay that wasn’t necessary but, thank you.

“What’s up? I was just looking for you,” Hyunjin pokes the tip of your nose, side-eyeing the guy.

“I’m… gonna go now. Forget what I said, Y/N,” the guy awkwardly coughs, walking away, stealing small glances at you and Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls you closer and watches the guy walk away.

The guy turns around the corner and Hyunjin snorts, letting his head fall on his shoulder as his cheeks burned red. “You’re lucky I love you, Y/L/N. I wouldn’t have done something like that if it was Jisung,” Hyunjin giggles as you laugh at him.

The whole babe thing just kind of stuck, and while most people thought you two were dating, only your friends knew that you were just playing around. You and Hyunjin sort of used that tactic to “ward off” — his words, not yours — those people who wanted to get into relationships with either of you that you didn’t want. You weren’t up for a relationship yet, seeing as you both were working hard in college to get into a really good company after graduating. You had to fight off any potential distractions and helping each other out by pretending to be a couple seemed like the best option. You both had this joke that the whole calling each other babe thing would end once the both of you started seeing someone officially.

Anyway.

Currently, dance classes have just ended and you look around to see that everyone’s already left.

Except for Hyunjin.

“Jinnie.” You call out, walking over to him. Hyunjin opens his arms for you and you step into his embrace.

“Hi, babe, what’s up ?” He says, grinning.

You pout at him. “Where do you run off to these days? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” you whine. Hyunjin laughs, making you laugh as well. You sounded so clingy but you didn’t care. Hyunjin’s even worse.

“I, uh, meet up with Yeji to practice our dance.” He replies and you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you really practicing for the showcase?” you ask, stepping away from him, raising your eyebrow playfully and he grins sheepishly. You keep teasing Hyunjin about Yeji, the pretty girl in his other advanced hiphop class, telling him that soon enough, he’d drop the babe on you once he finally gets the balls to ask her out. The poor boy just whined at you.

“Well...” he trails off, scratching the back of his head.

“Aish, whatever. Go to your woman,” you say, sounding like a mom. He grins, hugging and kissing your face. You scrunch up your face, swatting him away.

“Ew, Hyunjin stop,” you whine and he laughs at you. He stops pestering you and he fixes himself up like a little kid would on his first day of school.

“How do I look?” He asks you, and you looked him up and down.

“Like an idiot,” you deadpan. He pouts and you laugh, ruffling his hair.

“You go on and have fun, yeah? Don’t go home too late,” You tell him as he picks up his stuff.

“Yes, mommy.” He mock salutes you, walking out.

“If shit doesn’t work out with Yeji, don’t whine and ask me to come pick you up! Take care, oh and don’t be an idiot, okay?” You call after him and he raises his thumbs up.

“Whatever you say, ma’am!” He calls out.

Looking out the window, you soon see Hyunjin walking out of the building. He breaks into a jog once you see Yeji standing a few feet away. There’s a smile on her face and she grins, giving him a hug which he reciprocates. Sighing, you lean against the wall and slide down, bringing your legs up to your chest.

You look up and start talking to yourself.

“You’re such an idiot, Y/N”

“Do you really have zero feelings for him?”

“If I did, you think I’d be pushing him towards Yeji?”

“But isn’t that what main protagonists do in films? If they like a person and can’t risk the friendship they push them towards other people?”

You purse your lips, resting your cheek on your knee.

Do you really like Hyunjin? Or are you just bothered by the fact that his attention is on someone else that isn’t you? Didn’t you initiate the entire thing with Yeji, anyway? Do you want Hyunjin, or do you just want the attention that Hyunjin gives you?

Weeks after that encounter with Hyunjin, he’s been spending ZERO time with you. You were looking for someone to hang out with, since your rehearsals just ended and you had about three hours to kill before your next class. But Hyunjin’s busy practicing with Yeji, and it didn’t help that Jisung’s busy too with his final showcase with Chan and Changbin. All of your friends, Woojin, Seungmin, and Jeongin were all busy rehearsing for their showcase too. Felix and Minho were your only hope since they didn’t have their rehearsals until later, but they weren’t answering their phones.

“Why buy phones when you won’t answer them,” you mutter, slowly walking away from the auditorium. “Hyunjin would probably try and find some way to hang out with me,” you whine and stop in your tracks.

Damn it.

You do like him.

“Y/N!” Fuck, speak of the devil. You don’t turn around and speed-walk, trying your best to pretend you didn’t hear him.

“Y/N! Hey, wait up!” Shit, shit, shit. At that moment, the doors to the lecture hall a few steps away open and a crowd of students file out. You walk faster and slide in the huge crowd, losing Hyunjin. His voice drowns out and you soon find yourself in an empty room, locking the door behind you. Looking around, you survey the area and realize it’s the photography room. The photography majors didn’t use the room around this time, so hopefully no one will scold you for being there.

You like Hyunjin. You actually like the idiot. Why else would you compare him to the other guys? Why else would you try and avoid him like the plague like you’re hiding something? You were an open book around him, so he’d definitely see right through you. You’d blow your cover and ruin the best friendship you’ve ever had with anyone.

You flop down onto one of the chairs, running a hand through your hair. Whipping your phone out, you type a message to Jisung.

you: i know u’re probs still w chan and changbin, but what time do rehearsals end?

jisung: i was just about to text you, hyunjin came in looking for you. Where are you?

you: dont tell hyunjin anything. can you come over to the dorms now?

jisung: i have about fifteen minutes more with chan and changbin. Is that okay?

you: yeah, just. Don’t tell hyunjin or chan or changbin anything. Or any of the guys.

jisung: okay

You exhale shakily, standing up to leave. You quickly make your way to the dorms, hoping Hyunjin didn’t see you.

“What’s up? Spill.” Jisung says the moment you open the door for him. You lock the door behind him and pull him to sit on your roommate Ryujin’s bed.

You stare intently at Jisung, trying to find out how you’re going to tell your loudmouth friend. You’d much rather tell Woojin since he definitely wouldn’t tell anyone, but he was unavailable at the moment and Jisung was actually really trustworthy if he wasn’t so loud all the time.

Deciding to just go with it, you blurt out, “I like Hyunjin.”

Jisung smirks, “I knew it.” He’s about to say more, but then pauses, suddenly confused. “So, what’s the problem?”

“He likes Yeji and I can’t risk our friendship. We both agreed to drop the babe thing once we found someone we genuinely liked, and he’s found Yeji. Soon enough, he’s going to tell me he’s dropping the babe and I’m not going to be selfish and admit that I like him. That’ll just ruin everything and I don’t want to ruin the best friendship I’ve ever had with anyone; not that I don’t have great friendships with you guys too, but you know what I mean.” You say all in one breath, Jisung looking at you in awe.

“Do you wanna, maybe join 3RACHA? We can be 4RACHA,” Jisung says.

You stare at him. “Jisung.”

Jisung shrugs, then sighs. “No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t see Yeji that way. Besides, they’re both Hwangs. Wouldn’t that be weird?”

You give him a look. “Jisung, you and I both know that last names don’t matter. I mean, look at Song Joong Ki and Song Hye Kyo,” you point out.

“Didn’t they get divorced around like, August or something?” Jisung looks up in thought.

“Han Jisung!” You whine.

“Okay, sorry, we’re getting off topic. Anyway. Hyunjin doesn’t like Yeji.” Jisung reassures you, leaning back on the wall.

“Well, even if he doesn’t, he’ll never feel the same way for me.” You look out the window, seeing all your friends running around the field, minus you and Jisung. Hyunjin was there too.

“I want to avoid him.” You turn back to Jisung. He looks perplexed at this point.

“And why? Are you insane? You know that avoiding your problems never help, Y/N.”

You sigh. “I can’t let him know I like him, Ji. It will make things worse.”

“But—”

“Please trust me on this. I’ll ignore him only for as long as my feelings are here. I’ll talk to him when I’ve completely moved on. It won’t affect my relationships with you guys. I promise.” You plead, clasping onto Jisung’s hands.

Jisung looks defeated. “I won’t trust you on this one, but I’ll respect your decision. If this is what you want, I’ll go with it. I’ll always be here, okay?”

You give him a grateful smile and he pulls you into a hug.

“Please don’t get your heart broken, Y/N,” Jisung sighs, and you can only squeeze him tighter.

A month passes by and you’ve been ignoring Hyunjin. During the first week that you didn’t greet him when he entered class, he brushed it off as you not having a good day. However, Hyunjin knew that even if you weren’t in a good mood, you’d come to him all the more. You once told him his hugs made your day better, so the fact that you were ignoring him and not asking for his hugs left him confused. He just let it go, thinking that maybe it’s something really serious. You’d tell him eventually.

The second week that you still didn’t talk to him, he tried asking the guys about it, but none of them knew what was going on with you. You still talked to all of them, except for him. Hyunjin however, did notice you hanging out with Jisung a lot more than you usually did, so he tried asking Jisung, but the boy refused to say anything.

By the third week, Hyunjin soon thinks that maybe he did something wrong. But every time he tried to think of all the possibilities, he couldn’t come up with anything at all. Did he forget a promise he made with you? Did he say something wrong? Did he borrow your favorite book and lose it or forget to return it or something? Did he eat your secret stash of M n M’s in your dorms? Hyunjin’s sure he’s done none of those.

By the fourth week, Hyunjin gives up when he sees you hugging Jisung. Maybe you had feelings for Jisung and you didn’t know how to confront Hyunjin about the babe thing. Maybe you think it would be weird to continue being so touchy and flirty with Hyunjin now that you’re dating Jisung.

Your last class had ended for the day, and you’re now just waiting for Jisung and Felix. Jisung had invited you to hang out with him and Felix, since they were going to go relax a bit before facing the showcase which was scheduled to happen next week.

You’re too lazy to take your backpack off, so you’re just sitting cross-legged on a bench, your backpack still on your shoulders. Your earphones are in, playing really sad Day6 songs you didn’t realize Woojin and Seungmin snuck into your playlist while you read some underrated angsty teen novel you found at a random bottom shelf in the library. It’s around 4pm, so the sun is still high up in the sky, giving you enough light to read. Suddenly, your source of light is blocked and you frown, trying to make out the words. You look up and lock eyes with the one person you’ve been avoiding this whole time.

You gasp and try to stand up, but realize that someone’s tied the ends of your backpack straps to the bench. Fuck. You pull your earphones out and take your backpack off, deciding right there that you can be a total idiot and just abandon your bag there and get it later.

Yes, you were that desperate to get away from Hwang Hyunjin.

“Y/N, wait.” Hyunjin’s hand shoots out to wrap around your wrist. You freeze and look down at his hand resting on your wrist. His grip is firm, but gentle.

You gulp and slowly turn around. Your eyes meet his hurt and confused ones, your heart aching at the sight.

“Are you dating Jisung?” Hyunjin asks softly and you frown at him.

“Are you dating Yeji?” You answer back with your own question.

“Answer my question first,” Hyunjin sighs and you purse your lips. You shake your head and Hyunjin lets go of your wrist, visibly relaxing,

“I’m not dating Yeji either.” He says. Although you didn’t want to know that, because your stupid, stubborn self refuses to believe that he likes you, you still find yourself feeling relieved.

Hyunjin steps closer to you.

“What wrong did I do for you to avoid me this long? How big was it that you’d willingly leave your backpack here, when I know that you’d never ever leave it behind even if a zombie apocalypse would suddenly happen because you told me that one time? You even told me you’d leave Felix behind, or maybe sacrifice Changbin, but never your bag. So, what did I do wrong, Y/N? Why have you been avoiding me? It’s driving me crazy,” Hyunjin bombards you with questions.

You purse your lips and shake your head. “I’m not avoiding you. I’ve just been really busy.” You lie right through your teeth.

Hyunjin chuckles humorlessly. “So busy is sitting down on a bench, listening to music and reading books now? You’ve been avoiding me for an entire month, Y/N. Like, blatantly avoiding me!” He snaps.

That escalated quickly. You’re getting tired of this. The more you look at him, the more it’s getting hard for you too look away. Even with his face in a frown, his eyes filled with frustration and maybe even anger, Hyunjin still looked beautiful to you.

Fuck him and his genes.

You take a huge step back from him, crossing your arms over your chest. “What’s it to you, huh, Hyunjin?!” You glare.

“I just wanted to know why you’re avoiding me, Y/N! What did I even do? Please do enlighten me,” He shouts, frustrated. You’re glad everyone’s either gone home already or still in classes, so no one’s there to witness your fight.

“Can’t I just ignore you because I just don’t want to talk to you?” You say, anger bubbling up inside of you. Or is it your feelings, already on the verge of spilling out of you like vomit?

“No, Y/N! I know you well enough to know that if you avoid people it’s not because you just don’t feel like it— there’s a reason behind it.” Hyunjin replies, exasperated.

“Why do you want to know so badly? Why do you care?!” You shout back. You’re tired of this; you’re tired of staying away from him, hoping it’ll get rid of your feelings for him. But the more you stayed away from him, the more your heart yearned for him. You just wanted the words to leave your lips already.

I love you.

You’d only realized it recently; you don’t just like Hyunjin— you love him. You love the way his eyes crinkle into small crescent moons when he’s genuinely happy. You love his loud, infectious laugh that you can pinpoint even if you were a mile away. You love his hugs, you love how he dances with so much passion because it’s something he loves to do. You love everything about him and it’s driving you insane too. It’s driving you insane that you keep wanting someone who can’t love you back in the same way.

“Because I’m your friend, Y/N! I worry about you, okay? Can I do something to help you? Why don’t you share your problems with me? Please tell me!” Hyunjin pleads with you, his hands coming up to grip your shoulders desperately.

Uh oh.

“No, Hyunjin! You can’t do fucking anything to help me because you’re the reason why I’m doing this, why I’m avoiding you! I love you, I’ve fallen in love with you, and it’s scary. It’s scaring me, okay? I’m scared that you don’t feel the same and it will change everything! You have Yeji now, don’t you? I can’t be selfish and ask you to return my feelings when you’ve already found the one for you,” you blurt everything out, feeling out of breath afterwards. The tears you didn’t know you were holding in start falling freely down your cheeks now.

You didn’t care anymore. Hyunjin at least deserved to know. You feel better though, because everything that’s been bottled up inside of you is now out in the open.

Hyunjin stands still in front of you, his face holding an unreadable expression. You’ve always been able to read Hyunjin like an open book, but you can’t decipher what’s going on in that pretty head of his. Every second that passes by that he doesn’t say anything, makes you feel more and more of an idiot for saying anything at all. You sigh, wiping the tears away hastily, but there’s still more.

“Forget it. Forget I said anything.” You whisper, your voice rough and raspy. You turn around to get your things and get the fuck out of there when Hyunjin suddenly holds you back.

You sigh. You turn around to face him, “Hyunjin, what—” he cuts you off mid-sentence when his lips crash against yours roughly. The kiss catches you off guard and you almost stumble, but his arms quickly wound around your waist, holding you in place. You’re surprised, but you kiss him back, and he tilts his head to the side to kiss you better. Your tears are still flowing freely, and his arms leave your waist to cup your cheeks, as his thumbs wipe away the tears. Your arms go around his neck, pulling him in closer. He pulls away slightly, before going back in to kiss you again, this time, softer and gentler. The second kiss leaves you lightheaded and you clasp your hands tighter around his neck. Hyunjin’s lips, his oh, so soft and plump lips feel so perfect as they mould against yours. His lips taste like vanilla, and you’re guessing he just ate vanilla ice cream because he knew you liked vanilla and he once told you he’d eat the things you loved — even if he didn’t like it that much, if he missed you.

And you’re just realizing this now, too, that Hyunjin does so many things for you, and because of you. On days when the winter air is particularly cold, he’d bring you an extra pair of gloves because he knows you keep forgetting yours. He buys you hot packs because you easily get cold. You’re always trapped in his hugs because he knows how much you need his body warmth. In the summer, no matter how hot it is, if you want to go out for ice cream, he’d willingly go with you, if it means seeing you all smiley and happy. He always seems to know what you need, whenever you need it. You realize now that Hyunjin lives for your happiness and he cares about you way too much.

Maybe he’s always felt the same way for you and you were just too dense and too stubborn to realize that.

When you both pull away for air, he looks at you, your heart beating loudly in your chest. He kisses your forehead as he pulls you in for a hug, his arms going around your shoulders as yours wrap around his waist. You bury your head in his chest and listen to the fast beating of his heart.

Hyunjin suddenly laughs, causing you to snort.

“How’s Yeji doing?” You joke, your hands playing with the ends of his hoodie. Hyunjin chuckles, his chest vibrating as he kisses the crown of your head.

“You know I only have eyes for you, babe.”

“Glad to know we don’t have to drop the babe thing and it’s finally official,” I laugh.

“True. Oh, and by the way?” Hyunjin pulls you back so he can look at you properly. He cups your jaw and tilts your head up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He smiles when you pull away and he looks in adoration at the expectant look on your face.

He rests his forehead against yours and nuzzles your nose, making you giggle. “I love you too, Y/N.”

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