#this image is so fucking blurry im sorry

[n1nicou]

Loves wound, loves cure

pairings: dallas winston x reader

summary: dallas winston is a stubborn man, causing a fight between the two of you. but when you come to him all beaten, it seems like the fight has long left his mind, his only concern being you.

a.n: sorry i haven’t posted in three months, i had mid years and school is really eating my ass right now!!! 😀😀🤩🤩 (math and science can go fuck themselves!!!) anyway eat this up yall cause lord knows when im posting a new fic 😭

"fine! don’t want me to talk?" you shouted at dallas with an angry tone before getting up from the couch and making your way to your front door.

"where ya goin'?!" dallas said as he immediately shot up from the couch, seeing you move to the front door.

"we’ll talk when i feel like talkin'!" you said as you looked back at dallas with your eyebrows furrowed together. your was blood boiling with anger, but you couldn't ignore the hint of sadness deep inside your chest.

fights between you and dallas weren’t uncommon. when you did fight, it would always be over something stupid that would end with the both of you making up. dallas never said sorry, not with his pride and ego he did, but he found other ways to apologize to you. more subtle, but obvious enough for you to pick up on. however, tonight was a different story. you and dallas had been going on and on about something he had done.

you and dallas had been at the dingo all night, which was fun for the first few hours until some broad thought it was a good idea to try and sweet talk dallas, which you obviously did not enjoy. dallas, in his end, didn’t seem to mind the lousy and annoying flirtatious comments the girl made. not that he condoned to the girl's advances or try to flirt back with her, but the occasional smirk would appear on his face which only encouraged the girl to continue.

you watched as the scene unfolded, your eyebrows furrowed together when you noticed that dallas wasn't rejecting her advances. you knew dallas liked to have his fun, tease and bother girls, but not initiating anything as you were his first real girlfriend, which was strange for him. so when you both came back to your place, after ignoring him the whole rest of the night and finally blowing up on him after he profusely kept asking you why you were acting like this, he didn’t really understand why you were so upset. to dallas, it was just harmless fun, he wouldn’t do anything with her.

so there you two were, arguing back and forth for a while before dallas’s anger got a hold of him and he yelled at you to shut up.

and this is exactly the way you found yourself in this situation, walking out of your house as you just weren't able to deal with dallas right now. as much as dallas protested, you ignored his words, your mind filled with anger and disappointment.

dallas laid down on the flimsy couch of the curtis home, a cigarette between his fingers. he tried his best to be mad at you, wondering what your damn problem was, but in the end, he couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit guilty.

the image of your angry but sad and upset face plaged dallas's mind, making him wonder if maybe he was too harsh with you. however, dallas's deep thinking was suddenly stopped when he heard the door of the curtis house slam open. dallas sat up from the couch and turned his head to the front door, expecting to see johnny coming to find refuge from his own house or a guy from the gang.

there you were, your lip busted open, your nose bleeding. open cuts and gashes trailed down from your forehead to your jaw. you were shaking violently as tears rolled down your cheeks, the saltiness burning your open wounds and broken sobs leaving your bleeding lips. with your blurry vision, you were able to see dallas, who you hadn’t expected to see at the curtis house.

dallas wasn’t sure who came up to whom first. whether you rushed to dallas first or he rushed to you first, it didn’t really matter, as dallas was now right in front of you, looking down at you with concern.

“jesus christ, the hell happened to you, y/n?!” dallas asked with an impatient and angry tone. despite his angry demeanor, dallas’s fingers reached to gently cup your chin.

you were in too much shock to even utter a single word. you looked up at dallas, eyes full of fear, as tears ran down you cheeks. you opened your mouth to try and speak, but all that came out were a few broken sobs and his name.

“d-dally…” you croaked out in a shaky voice. dallas felt his heart break at your pained voice. he soon understood that he wasn’t going to get anything out of you unless you calmed down first. dallas gently picked you up in his arms before placing you down on the flimsy leather couch. your hand tightly gripped his forearm, tears still running down your bruised and cut cheeks.

dallas thought that if he made one wrong move, you would shatter like glass. his rough and calloused hand gently cupped your cheek, looking right down at you.

"'s alright, dally's here... relax, sweet girl, i got you..." dallas whispered in a soft and gentle tone, such a gentle tone. the kind of tone he had never ever used on a single soul, not even on you before this. the kind of tone he wouldn't be caught dead using on anyone, anyone but you right now. he simply kept rubbing your cheek with his thumb, hoping that it would calm you down, as he didn't really know how to comfort someone in this situation. to be fair, dallas never really comforted many people in his life, so he tried to keep his approach gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you.

with the help of dallas's soft rubs on your cheek and gentle words, your adrenaline slowly started to dissipate. now, you could really feel all the pain from each and every bruise, gash and cut that was inflicted on you. your breaths slowed down and you slowly became more conscious of your surroundings.

"tell me what happened, sweet girl." dallas got straight to the point as soon as he noticed that you were more aware of everything now. he was itching to know who or what decided it was a good idea to hurt his girl like this.

it took you a few moments to collect your thoughts before you spoke up in a shaky tone. "i-i was walkin outside after our fight and-and this white mustang started tailing me..." dallas felt his stomach drop at your words. he didn’t need to hear the rest to get a clear thought in his head of what had happened, but he let you talk.

“i tried running or-or sum’ but they caught up to me… and i…” you tried to keep talking, but you felt as if a thorn bush was stuck in your throat, anything else other than sobs being unable to leave your mouth.

“shh, easy, y/n… ‘s alright… did they hurt you, sweet girl?” dallas asked. he already knew the answer, but he thought that maybe it would be easier if he helped you say it. you nodded your head yes before looking down at your lap, tears dripping down onto your jeans.

"fuckin' socs..." dallas felt his blood boil as you confirmed his suspicions. his fists clenched, knuckles turning white and nails digging into his palms as a strong feeling of rage took over his mind. he would kill whoever touched you, his girl, which he had made pretty clear to everyone.

but he held back, his only priority right now being you. he would deal with the unfortunate socs who thought it was a good idea to hurt you, later.

“i-im sorry, if i hadn’t been such a stubborn idiot, if i had just shut my trap like you said, none of this woulda happened…” you spoke up in your quiet and broken voice as you kept staring down at your lap. dallas immediately stopped you, tilting your head up so his eyes met yours. the guilt hit dallas like a truck. harder than ever now that were blaming yourself and excusing his behavior.

“that don’t matter anymore. it ain’t your fault, doll” the last thing on dallas’s mind was the fight you two had earlier and he didn’t want you thinking about it, nor did he want you blaming yourself for something someone else did to you. his rough fingers kept stroking your damp cheeks, feeling your whole body shake underneath his gentle touch.

"dal-dal, i'm so scared..." you croaked out as your grip on his forearm tightened. you were still in a lot of shock and pain, your body violently shaking.

dallas couldn't handle it anymore. he pulled you into his arms, bracing you with a gentle hug, afraid that if he held you any tighter, you would collapse. you tensed up in his arms, surprised at his actions, but you soon melted into his touch and buried your head into the side of his neck.

"shhh... you're safe, those fuckin' idiots are gone... s’alright sweet girl.." dallas tried to say in the most gentle tone possible, but you heard his anger slip through his comforting words.

nonetheless, you were shocked.

dallas winston, the dallas winston had you wrapped up in his arms, in a hold so so gentle as he shushed you softly. the words he said were comforting, sweet. something no single soul, not even yourself, had ever heard from this tuff, mean, violent greaser. the man who couldn't love anything, no one, was afraid to break you as he held you so delicately. slowly but surely, you felt your fear disappear. a sense of safety washed over you as he held you.

you knew you would be okay.

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders fanfiction #dallas winston x y/n #dallas winston fanfic #dallas winston x reader #fanfic #dallas winston

[rockstvrdotcom]

Hi! I was the one who recommended the Toby story and I LOVED it! (You're definitely one of my favorites if not my favorite creepypasta writer atm) I was wondering if I could make another request? Y/N trying to top Toby (more in a bratty way than an actual wanting to top way) but little did she know how shitty the day has already been for him because of one of the missions slender had sent on him and he really wasn't in the mood for her shit. And things just get rough from there 🥰 Also if you start an anon list can I be 💤anon?

☆ // IM GONNA FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU'RE SORRY, SWEETHEART! ✿⪼

aww tysm for the sweet words! it really warms my heart knowing you enjoy my writing, and ofc yes i'll add u to my anon list, i never originally planned on making one so ty for the idea!!

im not sure who the artist of the image is, if somebody finds out please tell me so i can credit them! i tried reverse google search but it didnt work D: i found the image on pinterest

im also so sorry for the super late post, shit has been a lil wonky lately and i recently js got my shit together LMAO, ill be back to posting.

CW: rough sex, choking, also degradation, overstimulation, brat taming

you were sat on the couch in the living room of the mansion. the rest of the creepypastas were either out on missions, or doing whatever the hell they were doing. slender was visiting his brothers, so you were all alone, free to do whatever you wanted to.

you sat there, awaiting for a certain someone to return. your hands were inbetween your thighs, rubbing at your clothed pussy. something about the fact that you could possibly get caught by somebody, toby or not, turned you on. but toby was expected to return from his mission first.

right on cue, you heard keys jingling around in the knob of the front door. you quickly repositioned yourself, pretending you were watching tv. the door opens and you turn around, seeing none other than toby. you greeted him, on purposely bending over the couch a little too far so he could see a peak of your boobs, only to be met with a stone cold stare. you were planning to get him to fuck you some way and when you saw him walk past you and into the kitchen, you realized it may be harder than you thought it would.

you trailed behind him, following him into his room. he looked over his shoulder, grunting in annoyance.

you took his shoulders and held him to the wall, leaving gentle and lustful kisses on his neck. you could tell he was bothered by something, yet you decided to continue anyway. you kissed and kissed until you pushed him past his limits. he escaped from your grip, walking away. you could see how tense he was, holding back from lashing out at you.

"i'm not in the mood for your bullshit, (y/n)." he almost yelled, pushing you onto the bed. you flinched, unsure what he was gonna do next. "you want this dick so fucking bad? you're gonna get it. and i'm gonna fuck you so hard until you're really sorry." he growled, flipping you over onto your stomach. he pulled your pants down and you yelped. you could hear the sound of him unzipping his pants.

you whined as you felt him go inside of you with no prep, but it slipped in easy with how wet you were. he thrusted in and out of you, his chest heaved as he fucked the absolute shit out of you. you moaned with each time he went balls deep inside of you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. this wasn't like the other times you had sex, it was full of anger and frustation, yet lust at the same time.

you clenched around him as you felt his hand wrap around your throat, he took your chin with his other hand and shoved 2 fingers into your mouth. he slammed into you repeatedly while you choked on his fingers. tears streaked down your cheeks. you could feel your orgasm come nearer and nearer, and you whined around his fingers.

you cried out as your pussy spasmed around his thick cock, you came so hard your vision began to become blurry, white spots everywhere. toby still hadn't came yet, fucking you at an even faster pace now. still sensitive from your orgasm, you sob. maybe this was your punishment for bothering him. he leaned over you, still fucking and choking you as hard as he was before. he bit into your neck, almost enough to draw blood, and left kisses around the mark he had left on you.

toby removed his fingers from your mouth and roughly gripped your thighs as he continued to fuck breathy moans out of your mouth. "toby i just came- slow down." you pleaded, eyes watering from the overstimulation.

"shut the fuck up, you wanted this, slut." you almost felt another orgasm come with his words. you whimpered, clenching around him. he grit his teeth, your warm pussy tightening around him was almost enough to send him over the edge. he leaned over you and gripped your cheeks, kissing you roughly as he pounded into you.

his tongue played with yours, he tasted the tears streaking down your face as he bit your lower lip. "fuck, your pussy is so good.." he groaned as he continued to kiss you. you felt him throb inside of you, and you knew he was close.

"shit-" he said between clenched teeth as you felt him release his load inside of you. your eyes rolled back as you both orgasmed simultaneously, his dick twitching as his thrusting came to a stop. he bit at your neck to stop himself from moaning. you buried your face into the sheets.

he lightly squeezed your ass, then put his dick back in his boxers. he picked you up bridal style then placed your head gently on the pillows, pulling the sheets over your naked figure. your eyes fluttered closed as he put his pants back on and left the room.

#ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby smut #smut #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #oneshot #female reader #tobias rogers

[suchalonelysunflower]

The Moment I Knew (You Don't go to Parties) (c.h)

Pairing: Calum Hood x fem! Reader

Requested? Yes, by my lovely @hoodhoran

Summary: Based on "The moment I knew" by Taylor Swift and a little bit of "You don't go to parties" In the most important day of your life, Calum breaks a promise

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of weed, alcohol. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language im sorry)

Word Count: 5.9k

Author's Note: And an angsty piece to end the year, why not? Remember that REBLOGS are super important as are COMMENTS AND INTERACTIONS. SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS! Hope you like it and happy reading.

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5 AM (4 hours after)

This is the moment in movies where the guy realizes he fucked up. Where he sits alone in a crowded room, his eyes focused on an empty glass or a fake pot plant that stands in the middle of the coffee table while his friends are celebrating around him. But it’s all blurry and filled with white noise to him.

Then, he would get up from his spot, a newfound hope set in his eyes as he decides it was not over yet and it won’t be over until he stops trying. At that moment he swears he will never stop trying to get her back; to make her love him again and forgive him for all his mistakes.

But Calum couldn’t move.

His mind was racing despite the amount of weed he smoked since he got there. His heart palpitations went along the rhythm of the song that blasted from the speakers. But his fingers were clinging to the couch he was sitting on, feeling every speck of dust that hid under his fingernails. His feet were concreted to the floor, unable to move or follow the directions his brain was practically screaming at them.

The sounds of the party continued to mix in with his thoughts; the fading of laughter and poorly sung songs made an echo through his broken heart. No one dared to look at him, and if they did, they'd chosen to ignore the tears that dried upon his cheeks, blaming it on the weed.

Where would he even go? As far as he knows he doesn’t have a place to stay the night, and he deserved it. He deserved the uncertainty and the fear of what was to come especially after not doing anything about it. And he’s not stupid enough to go to her house again, not after what happened.

So, he just stayed there. Unmoving, and unforgiving toward his own heart.

His friends watched him from afar. Three pairs of eyes filled with empathy and concern set on him and the destructive image surrounding him.

“We can’t call her,” Luke said, looking over at Calum and his disregarded phone on the table “But man, I wish we could do something”

“I mean, we could call her but she’s in her right not to answer any of us” Ashton sighed “It won’t be fair”

“Do we even know what happened?” Michael asked

“Based on what we’ve seen it is not hard to guess. We’re partly to blame as well”

“I just- I have never seen him like this. Or her…”

Michael’s words hung in the air for a while, and mumbles of agreement soon followed. So much had happened that day, but they knew it was not a recent problem, today was just the catalyst of many broken hearts before.

Calum couldn’t see them watching him, he didn’t even know where they were or why they were there with him. All he knows is that his heart is grieving and he can’t understand why - just why?. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t he be less selfish? Why is he sitting there without doing anything about it?

Maybe he already knows the answer.

His lips started to tremble as he came undone on the couch. Painful sobs were robbed from his throat, scratching it as they came out muffled into his hands; throwing himself forwards until his elbows hit his knees.

The memories of the past years came running through his tears, wetting the cheeks she used to kiss and the hands she used to hold like her most prized possession. He won’t wake up with her anymore, not a kiss goodbye or a welcoming dinner. All the lazy afternoons and the parties they went together with are now gone and forgotten somewhere in his memory, never to return again.

And it’s all his fault.

“Hey, buddy. C’mon” He heard one of his friends - Michael said - as he felt an arm around his shoulders “Let’s get you home, okay?”

Calum shook his head violently “She’s not there!”

“Cal…”

“Please, call her Ash!” He begged, “I need to see her!”

“Not in the state you are now,” Ashton shook his head “She won’t come, and you know it”

“Bu-but she might! She always comes”

“Not this time,” Michael helped him up and steadied him with a hand on his chest “Let’s go, Cal”

A new wave of sadness shocked him as he tried to hold off the tears. But he knew by looking at his friends’ faces that they were right. She’s not coming, she won’t come back anymore.

“I’m sorry,” He started but crumbled to the sound of his own broken voice “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

Luke looked over at his friends, knowing that what was to come won’t be easy, but they needed to do it anyway.

“Let’s go home, Cal, okay? There’s nothing else we can do here”

This time, Calum nodded as he let himself be taken away by his friends.

*

3:30 AM (2 and a half hours after)

“Hey, babe. I know I screwed up and you had every right to do what you did. But please, can we talk about it? When you’re ready, I don’t want to force you. I just- I just really need you to hear me out. Know that I’ve never intended to hurt you, ever. I’m just an asshole and I’m sorry. I truly am-”

“Hey, it’s me again. I know I keep calling and you’re not answering. I deserve it. But I can see you reading my messages and that gives me hope, I guess. I don’t know if you’ll hear this message, but please call me. Or come over here to Martin’s house, it’s the only refuge I could find and I know you don’t like this scene but- I’ll wait for you if you decide to come. I really hope you do and I know I have no right to-”

“Fucking hell these messages! Please come back, baby! Let me explain-”

You didn’t even let yourself listen to the last five messages he left on your voicemail. Hearing his voice while he was clearly high was just another punch to the gut, a reminder of why it was necessary to do what you did. But the hurt of hearing him call you “baby” again, the aching of your heart as it begged you to just give in and take him back… You couldn’t do that to yourself again.

If you had to become heartless, then you would. For your sake and his.

Calum: Please stop ignoring my calls

Calum: Y/N…

Calum: I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry and I’ll continue to say it until the end of time. I’ll never forgive myself for this, please!

Calum: Just give me one last chance

*

1:30 AM (30 min after)

He was gripping the steering wheel as if it was the only thing grounding him to earth at the moment. He parked a few minutes ago, but he couldn’t find the strength to get out and face the music.

The ride was silent until he reached Martin’s house where the speakers would surely make a neighbor or two to file a complaint. He didn’t want to be there but he had no choice. He couldn’t go back home knowing she won’t be there or even unsure if she’ll ever come back. And all his friends might not want to see him either after knowing what he did. For the first time in years, Calum Hood felt completely and utterly alone.

“Fuck!” He yelled, hitting the steering wheel with all his might, over and over. A string of curses left his mouth with every single blow, only stopping when he stopped feeling the pain.

He needed that. He needed to feel numb again, fall back into the bad habits and forget this night ever happened. If he couldn’t do anything to change it now, he would tune it out.

With newfound motivation and anger settling into his bones, Calum frowned at his image in the rearview mirror and ran his hands through his face. If everyone saw him for his mistakes, then he’ll make sure no one would ever notice his feelings again. And so he jumped out of the car and shut the door with a loud bang before heading toward the party, the only place where he knew everyone, but no one really knew him at all.

“Calum! hey!” Martin said with a big smile the moment he opened the door “What are you doing here? I thought you told me a week ago that you had plans with your girl”

At the simple mention of it, Calum became enraged with embarrassment as he pushed past his friend with a groaned answer and headed toward the kitchen where he knew the good stuff would be.

Martin stood with a confused look on his face, knowing something wasn’t right with Calum. So, he took out his phone and made a call.

“Hey, man. I know it’s late and all, but Cal just came here and he looks rough”

“He’s at your party?!” Ashton’s voice from the other side of the line, concerned but surprised at the same time “Send me your address, and we’ll come to get him”

“Is he alright? What happened?”

A sigh “A lot happened. Just- could you keep an eye on him? Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid till we get there?”

“Sure, dude. No problemo. Did he have a fight with his girl?”

“Worse,” Ashton deadpanned, “I think they are over for good”

*

1:00 AM

There was tension in the air, everyone could tell but neither of them dared to say a word about it. Maybe they were just pretending for your sake, afraid of what might happen if they brought it up again. It was clear as water that you didn’t want to talk about it.

So they all just pretended everything was okay. You even let yourself be the victim of that charade as you smile tightly at the guests who were already saying their goodbyes and wishing you a happy birthday. You would smile at them and thank them for coming, all without leaving the comfort of your spot on the couch. It was not your intention to be rude, but you didn’t have any energy left.

Your dress was crumbled up under your fingertips as you played with the hem, purposely ignoring the door this time, not like you’d been doing the past hours, knowing that if you looked, you might not be able to help the tears from falling.

“Hey,” You looked up to see Luke standing in front of you, pointing to the spot next to you on the couch. You nodded and he sat “How are you doing?”

A chuckle escaped your lips “You want the truth or the speech?”

“The speech?”

“I got it rehearsed,” You said, biting your lip “Every time someone asks about Calum and why he’s not here, I’ve been using the same speech: “Oh, he’s busy at the studio, you know how it is” or “He just texted me saying he might be late, but I’m sure he’s doing his best to get here” or maybe, “He says hi and he’s sorry he couldn’t make it, something came up and it was unavoidable…” You tell me which one could apply in this situation, lately, you’ve been seeing him more than me”

Luke tried not to look taken aback by your comment, saying it as if it didn’t hurt you at all the fact that he didn’t show up. But he could see it, even if you tried to hide your eyes from his, this wasn’t just a one-time thing. He looked over at Ash who was standing in the corner, asking him with a simple look how you were doing. A look from him was enough for them to know that things were not good at all.

“He said he’d be here…” You whispered, shaking your head and pretending to push your hair back so that people won’t notice the tear that managed to escape “Have you called him? He wasn’t answering my phone and I- I just hope nothing bad happened”

The guilt immediately crept up on you, knowing that you will never forgive yourself if anything happened to Calum and you were just moping over him not showing up to your party.

“We tried, but it just kept on ringing, he might have it on silent. Michael went to his house to see if he was there”

“What if something happened to him?”

“I don’t think-”

But his words got stuck in his mouth as the room suddenly fell silent. Luke’s eyes passed from you over your shoulder, they were opened wide and flickered between you and the door. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a strangled mumble came out, not knowing if he should smile or warn you about it.

You turned around and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. At the door stood Calum, frowning as he looked around the room, unable to find you. You took this opportunity to look at him; he was wearing the same wrinkly shirt he wore yesterday and then threw on the floor of his bedroom; his shoes weren’t matching; his hair was a mess and - by the look of it - he hasn’t showered yet. He looked like he was in a rush, with no effort whatsoever. And, at the moment that he finally found you sitting on the couch, the way his eyes filled with relief as his frown turned into the smile you know so well, the one that claimed “Nothing to see here, we’re alright” At that moment you knew he had forgotten once again.

Calum opened his arms as he walked toward you, smiling widely as he stole the center of attention, singing the “happy birthday” song as he got closer and even managing for some of the confused guests to follow along. But he didn’t manage to catch you, for the moment that he got too close, you stood up and ran in the opposite direction without saying a word.

“Y/N!” You heard him call, even heard some of his friends trying to stop him from following you, but you knew that would be futile.

So you ran to the bathroom again and closed the door before he could come in, locking it from the inside as you pressed your back against the hardwood and slid down to the floor, biting your lip to prevent a sob from escaping.

Soon, you heard a knock on the door.

“Y/N, baby, please open the door” Calum begged with a soft voice through the other side, knocking again “Please, I- I know I messed up, and I’m so so sorry. It won’t happen again and-”

“Thirteen”

“What?”

The door opened suddenly, making Calum take a step back. He noticed immediately the redness of your eyes and the trembling of your lips, and he wished nothing but to be able to take it all back and re-do this whole thing just so that he won’t ever have to see you so hurt again, knowing he was the cause of it.

“This is the thirteenth time you stood me up, Calum. Thirteen!” You cried, holding the handle of the door for dear life “And I was willing to forgive all of those times, Cal. My mother’s birthday, my graduation party, the dates that you didn’t show up, the parties that you know I hated going by myself… All of that I was willing to let go because you said- y- you said you’d be here for me”

You couldn’t hold it back any longer. The tears just came streaming down your face, shaking your body with unshed sobs that you refused to ever let him hear. He tried to come closer, to hold you and show you some kind of comfort, but you wouldn’t let him. No, instead you took a step back, watching the hurt in his eyes as if he didn’t deserve it.

“You told me you’d be here today”

“I tried-” But you didn’t let him finish

“Where were you? Why are you showing up late when my birthday is already over and wearing the same clothes as yesterday? What could you have possibly been doing that you just had to miss my birthday?”

Calum opened his mouth but nothing came out. Telling you the truth would be just as bad as lying, he had no excuse, no reason to have done what he did knowing how much it meant to you to be there with him. So, he did the only thing that he could think of and he started to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” He said, you rolled your eyes and started to close the door again but he stopped it with his foot “Baby, please! I really am sorry I- I had no idea you felt like that”

“Because the moment I say something about it you always come up with the same excuse to make me look like the bad guy!” You shouted “Every time I ever mention wanting you there with me you say “You know how busy I am” or some other bullshit like that. And I get it, Cal, I swear I do and it kills me every time because I feel like me complaining about it makes you feel like shit because you love what you do and I love it as well. But fuck! I’m so tired of being just an afterthought to you!”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t tell me I’m not, Calum. I” you sighed, “I know that your career is important. I have never complained about how much time you spend in the studio, or when you have to cover one of the guys’ parts, or when you’re on tour god knows where - But I’m just so, so tired of being second best in your life. And if that’s all I’m going to be then, why bother?”

Calum took a step back, blinking at your words to make sure he hadn’t imagined them. But the look on your face was serious, even when you lowered your gaze to avoid looking directly at him.

“You’re not serious,” Calum said, voice hoarse and broken “Y/N, I know you’re not serious”

He walked up to you, placing his fingers under your chin to make you look at him.

“Baby, I know I fucked up. I know I failed you and you have no idea how much I regret it”

“I just asked for one night,”

“I know, I know, baby” He pleaded, trying so hard not to break “And I’m an asshole who couldn’t keep his promise. But it’s the last time, I swear! I love you, I love you so so much-”

“Then why weren’t you here?” You looked up at him, eyes filled with tears, and you pushed yourself away “You should’ve been here, bursting through the door at least an hour ago. Even five minutes before. I would’ve been so happy to just have you here for a moment knowing that’s all I could get. You mean the world to me, Cal… But I can’t keep letting myself down for someone whose world is so big but without any space left for me”

Calum shook his head “Y/N, that’s not true! You know how much you mean to me!”

“I don’t. And that’s the problem, Cal. But the worst part is that maybe you don’t even know it, you just think you do”

“Y/N-”

He pleaded one last time, and in his eyes, you could tell that he was being sincere. But honesty couldn’t erase tonight, it couldn’t get rid of the pain of the eternal waiting. You meant every word you said, and it was time to put yourself first.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make it,” He said, voice shaking in regret “But-”

“I’m sorry, too” You sighed, letting the tears run down gracefully “Goodbye, Cal”

“Baby, no wait!” He yelled one last time before he felt the wind hit his face and heard the door slam in front of him “Fuck! Y/N, open the door!

He started banging on the door again, calling out your name along with some apologies and pleas to hear him out. Soon, a hand was on his shoulder, pulling him back.

“Okay, Cal. That’s enough!” Ash said, sternly, pulling him close to a hug as he whispered in his ear “Walk away, mate. Now’s not the time”

Calum pushed him away, ready to have a few words with him when he noticed the crowd that had gathered around them. He looked at the faces he’d known all his life since he started dating you. All the harsh stares and the sympathetic smiles. It was all too much.

“Fuck all of you,” He grumbled, storming off the party soon after.

*

00:45 AM (15 min before)

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

The loud voice startled him, the room was spinning as he opened his eyes and it took a while before he could focus on Michael’s angry face staring down at him.

“You’ve done some pretty fucked-up shit, but this might have the worse consequences”

Calum ran a hand through his face “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be? For god’s sake, we were worried sick about you! You have no limit, Calum. Honestly, this is a new low”

“The fuck? Why would-” He groaned, sitting up on his bed “What are you doing in my house? Did Y/N let you in or-?”

Michael lost his patience as he threw him a shirt he found on the floor, hitting Calum right in the face.

“Get dressed for fuck’s sake! I’ll wait for you for five minutes in the car. If you’re not ready then I’ll drive off and tell Y/N you were found dead in a ditch somewhere”

Calum was left alone in his room once again. He looked around to see if anything changed or if maybe Michael was pranking him in some way. He shook his head as he grabbed his phone and put it back in sound mode.

Instantly, thousands and thousands of messages and calls came through like an avalanche. The clock said it was past midnight and his last notification was from just a few minutes ago.

Y/N: Hey! Everyone is already here, are you coming soon?

Ash: What are you wearing to the party?

Ash: Nvm Luke’s already there and said I look great

Y/N: Luke and Michael told me you had a busy day in the studio, I saved you the best beer in the house for you to relax and tell me all about it.

Mike: Dude, you coming?

Y/N: Cal, where are you? Do you need someone to pick you up?

Luke: Mate, your girl is getting worried.

Mike: Is everything okay? Y/N just went to the bathroom and I think she was crying

Y/N: Cal, I’m getting worried, please answer our calls!

Ash: THOMAS! ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE

Luke: Cal, this isn’t funny. We are really worried.

Luke: Don’t do this to her on her birthday.

Y/N: Please tell me you didn’t forget.

Ash: sent a video

Ash: They already sang happy birthday. Thought you might want to see that.

Y/N: You forgot again, didn’t you?

*

11:55 PM (1 hour and five minutes before)

No one has come through the door for the past hours. Every single person that you invited was already there, laughing and mingling through the crowd. But you? You were sitting on the couch with your head turned to the door, watching, waiting…

He said he’d come and you believed him, maybe you shouldn’t have? No, he said he’d be here! You reminded him this morning, and he sounded excited about tonight as well. There’s no way he’d forget.

But hours had passed and the messages you left were still delivered and never read. The drink you were nursing in your hand was already warm as you peeled off the sticker. People passed you by, asking how you were and if Calum was coming soon.

Although, they stopped asking about that about an hour ago.

“Honey?” Your best friend called you from the living room “We’re all ready here for you”

“In a minute!” You called back, looking at the door and calling Calum again.

Voicemail

“Cal, where are you? Is everything okay? If there’s something wrong just tell me, I promise I won’t be upset, I just need to know that you’re okay. That’s all I need to hear. Please, call me”

“Still no answer?” You jumped at Ashton’s voice next to you, you shook your head.

“He said he’d be here…”

“Maybe he stayed in the studio” Ash tried, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck "I- we kind of forced him to stay back so we could meet the deadline and-"

You shook your head “But he must've been done by now. He said he’d be done by the time the party started, he was just going to shower and-” You sniffled, trying to hide it with a cough “I’m just so worried, Ash”

Ashton gave you a small smile, his arm rounding your shoulders hugging you. You appreciate his effort, you really did, but your heart was still beating at an uneasy pace, not being able to shake that awful feeling.

“Don’t let this get you down,” Ashton said after a while “You are the most important person here”

You gave him a tight smile as you let out a deep breath.

“Apparently not that important to someone who didn’t bother to show”

“Y/N, that's not-”

You glanced at the clock, one minute for your birthday to be over. It was too late.

“It’s okay, I should’ve known”

You got up from the couch and started walking toward the living room where all your friends were waiting around the table. A fake smile was plastered on your face as they sang to you, all of them pretending that the tears that gathered in your eyes were of happiness rather than disappointment. All an act.

This time you didn’t even bother to make a wish as you blew out the candles.

*

9:00 PM (4 hours before)

The party was just getting started but it was already booming. The life the people you love most brought to your house was energizing and magnetic, something you didn’t know was lacking until you had it in front of you.

Friends and family you haven’t seen in a while came bursting through the doors with big smiles and gifts, ready to give you a hug as they congratulated you and showered you with compliments. You would laugh along with them and make them feel welcome, showing them where the drinks and food were and introducing them to people they haven’t met.

Everything was going as smoothly as you would hope, and you dared to think that maybe this wasn’t the complete disaster you thought it would be.

It was the first party you organized all by yourself. You were never keen on celebrating your birthday every year, having shared with your closest friends the bad times you’ve lived through when you were younger and how people often just didn’t bother to show up or remember you that day.

It was Calum the one that suggested celebrating your birthday that year, knowing it was an important one. For all the time you were together, you used to spend this date doing something casual; sometimes dinner with friends or just a quiet night in with your boyfriend. But somehow he managed to convince you to bring the party to life.

“I’m not good at parties” You reminded him a few weeks ago when he first brought the subject up “I don’t really like them and I never know how to act on them”

“It’s not an act, babe,” He said, placing a kiss on your cheek and tickling your sides “It’s just you having the best time you can with the people that love you. And I promise you so, so many people want to celebrate you, just give it a chance”

And you had no problem admitting he was right this time, as you walked through the halls of your home with a drink in hand and enjoyed reconnecting with old friends.

“Hey, birthday girl! Where’s Calum?” One of them asked.

“He’s on his way,” You laughed, “He had to drop by the studio early today so he might come a little later”

“I haven’t seen Cal in a while,” Another one said a few minutes later “Where is he?”

“On his way,” You smiled, looking over at the clock and then at the door “He was just going to shower before he came”

You stopped counting how many people asked for Calum and his whereabouts after the first hour or so of the party. It did bring up some questions to yourself, but you just pushed them back and sent him a text to ask if he was okay. You were sure he’d be here any minute now, after all, he did promise.

A few minutes later, Luke, Michael, and Ash arrived with their dates. They went over to you immediately as they showered you with gifts and hugs, wishing you a happy birthday.

You laughed as you thanked them, holding the gifts close to your heart as you looked around them.

“Where’s Cal?” You asked, noticing their confused faces about the question.

“Oh, he’s not here yet?” Luke asked, looking over at his friends.

“He did say he was going to head home and shower before he could come”

“Bah, that’s probably where he is” Michael dismissed it with a wave of his hand “The idiot wanted to stay a little longer recording some vocals but he surely wrapped that quickly. Don’t worry about it”

So you didn’t, at least not for the most part, not yet. People were here to celebrate you, so you would enjoy it as much as you could. Calum could tell you all about it later.

*

7:00 PM (6 hours before)

God Dammit he was tired.

It was a long fucking day, alright. He left the house earlier than usual that day to try and fit in his morning run and then get some groceries before heading toward the studio; then he was met with the news that they were actually behind on some vocals - mainly his - and that the deadline was coming sooner rather than later. So he had to stay behind for a couple of hours just so that he could be free from work already. Afterward, he tried to pick up some food for you to eat back at his house, but the drive-through was closed and he didn’t have the patience to wait around or drive somewhere else, so he figured he’d just cook a simple pasta once he’s home.

The lights at his house were off, strange because you were usually there after work, waiting for him to get back so that you could have a night in. But he just shrugged it off, thinking that maybe you were out somewhere doing some errands before you’ll be back.

“What a day, huh?” He groaned, speaking to Duke who was pleasantly sleeping on his bed at the feet of the couch “Yeah, that seems like a good idea”

He went up the stairs and got rid of his clothes before throwing them into the hamper. Ignoring the flowers that stood gorgeously on a vase next to his bed. He turned down the lights and charged his phone, not before putting it on silent so that it wouldn’t bother him for at least a few hours before you got back.

Then, he jumped into bed and fell asleep rather quickly, finally relaxing his body after a long day. Not even realizing the date or remembering he had somewhere else to be.

*

7:00 AM (18 hours before)

A thousand kisses woke you up, tickling your cheeks as giggled good morning. You turned around, back laying softly over the mattress as you welcomed the embrace of your boyfriend and his good morning kiss.

“Yuck,” You said after he pulled away to caress your cheek

Calum pouted “You used to love my morning breath,”

“I have never told you such a damn lie” You laughed, pushing him away just enough so that you could sit down “Good morning, baby”

You looked at him with stars in your eyes, appreciating every corner, every spot, every mole on his face as you reminded yourself of the absolute love you have for him.

Calum also seemed caught up in the moment, just looking at you and smiling as if you hung the world for him. Which reminded him…

“Here,” He said, giving you the bouquet of flowers he hid behind his back, smiling widely when he saw the happiness in your eyes “Happy birthday, sweetheart”

“Oh,” Your insides melted at the gesture, pulling the flowers aside before you jumped on him with a hug, nuzzling your head into his neck “Thank you, Cal. I love them”

“And I love you,”

He started kissing your hair and then your temple and your cheek. He caressed your face and turned it so that your lips could meet in a needy, loving kiss that had you moaning a sigh, giving yourself completely to him.

Calum chuckled, pulling himself away from you and kissing away your pour “Sorry, doll. But I gotta get going”

“It’s still too early!”

“I know, but the guys called and they need me in the studio ASAP” He sighed, rubbing his hands along your arm “I promise I’ll make it up to you”

You sighed as you nodded, letting go of him with a faux frown, mumbling something along the lines of “the guys this, the guys that…”

Calum rolled his eyes fondly before his fingers tickled your sides without mercy, making you squeak in laughter and shock as you tried to get away from him.

“What was that?” He asked, tickling you under the arms

“Nothing! No- ouch! Nothing!” You laughed

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” He said, placing one last kiss on your forehead before he got up from the bed.

You breathed in again, holding in more laughter as you sat up again.

“You’re coming tonight, right?”

Calum smiled “As if I could ever miss it”

“Cal, I’m serious. I know you’ve been busy lately and if you can’t make it… then it’s okay but at least let me know first, okay?”

“I won’t! I promise you, Y/N. I will be there no matter what. I’ll just come here first and grab a shower before” He leaned down to kiss you one last time “I’ll be there this time, I promise”

You looked up at him, smiling kindly “I love you,”

“I love you more, baby. Happy birthday”

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[class-1b-bull]

Rating class 1bs hero costumes!

(Also sorry about some of the images being kinda blurry my phone makes every picture I screenshot or download drop quality rip)

Awase/Sen

Awase - 4/10 - not only is the color scheme boring but a lot of it doesn't make sense to me and overall just kinda looks bad in my opinion

Sen - 7/10 - I like the spirals all over and the colors are good but the spiral around his neck makes his neck look long asf also it annoys me that his under shirt is only spiraled at the top and bottom but not the middle

Kamakiri/Kuroiro

Kamakiri - 9/10 - the hella dark green looks a little off in my opinion and the shoes are weird but overall I like it.

Kuroiro - 8/10 - again... weird ass shoes. It fits him and his quirk really well but it feels like its missing something yk

Kendo/kodai

Kendo - 8/10 I really like her costume and it fits her and her quirk well but I dont like the shoes (it looks like she doesn't have socks on)

Kodai - 10/10 by far one of my favorites its simpile yet it looks nice :>

Komori/Shiozaki

Komori - 9/10 I love it so much but the shoes being pink annoys me so much also the spray bottles look off but I cant tell why

Shiozaki - 8/10 she looks really nice and her costume fits her really well but its kinda bland

Shishida/shoda

Shishida - 5/10 really boring and I dont get the blue thing around his neck but its nice i guess

Shoda - 3/10 the only thing about this costume that I like is the eye piece and tracker thing on his gloves the rest is terrible

Pony/Tsubaraba

Pony - 8/10 theres little bits and pieces of the costume that bothers me but overall its a pretty solid costume.

Tsubaraba - 6/10 i fucking hate the shoes and knee pads on this dude. Plus the color scheme is a bit boring and it looks more like casual attire than a hero costume

Tetsutetsu/tokage

Tetsutetsu - 8/10 its all good but theres a bunch of little details that annoys me like the big red circle on his chest and the little metal rings in his pants and stuff like that

Tokage - 7/10 her costume is kinda boring but I can understand why. Also I dont really like the rings around her wrists mostly because of the color.

Manga/honenuki

Manga - 5/10 its very creative and I like the concept with the ink bottles and such but it looks weird and a lot of it isnt practical. I just think it could have been done better ykyk

Honenuki - 6/10 it looks ok but it just looks like a rip off of seros or iidas yk? That and I dont think it fits his charachter that well.

Bondo/monoma

Bondo - 4/10 he looks like a mustard bottle... I know he was going for a bottle of glue but this is honestly terrible ngl.

Monoma - 10/10 he looks classy asf, it fits his character well and I like the overall fit. Also im only now noticing this but he has 2 belts on...

Reiko/rin

Reiko - 9/10 I really love her costume but the big fluffy area around her neck looks like it would be annoying

Rin - 10/10 - by far my favorite hero costume (i am extremely bias) i like the colors and its inspiration <3 bro looks majestic <3 <3 <3

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[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 34: Wishing My Days Away

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst

WC: 8.7k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, ANGST, despair, misunderstanding, mentions of death, mentions of physical violence, character is struggling I'm sorry, anxiety, only little bits of fluff if you can call it that ☹, im fucking sorry ok? as always if there’s something i missed and should include pls KINDLY let me know 

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

Previous > Next

Red and blue lights flash around the room, slipping through the broken window and bouncing off the cracked walls. 

"Someone get me oxygen!"

"Get that stretcher on the ambulance-"

A blaring sound rings all around you, pulling you into consciousness momentarily. 

"I need-"

"He's in shock, someone-"

"You! Get me a-"

You blink slowly, a soft groan leaving your lips as the voices blur and fade out in your ears. 

"J-Ju-..." You croak.

"We're losing him!"

You slowly turn your head to the side, seeing a man crouched over Jungkook, holding an oxygen mask to his mouth. 

"Kook..."

"Shit!"

You slowly slip back into the black hole of unconsciousness. 

-

beep..beep..beep

You're pulled back to the surface, eyes squinting from the bright light in front of you as you rock gently. 

"Keep that IV going, we’re almost to the hospital."

"Who's with us when we get there?" 

"We're going to the blue team."

You blink, feeling yourself slipping back into involuntary sleep. 

"What about the young man that was stabbed?"

Jungkook...

Trying to force yourself to stay conscious, you gulp painfully, your head splitting. 

"Major blood loss. His body slipped into irreversible shock before we could do anything, we lost him."

The breath gets stuck in your throat at the EMT's words. 

We...lost him?

You stare at the ceiling of the ambulance above you as a sharp pain stabs your heart and spreads through your entire body.

...he's...gone?

An image of Jungkook's smiling face flashes in your mind, his bunny teeth on full display as he laughs at something you said. 

Jungkook...

You reach out a hand to touch him, to feel his soft, warm skin.

But he fades away before you can reach him.

Jungkook...

"Her heart rate is increasing-"

"Get th-"

A single tear slides down your cheek before the darkness takes you for the last time. 

_______________________________________

beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...

"Don't know-...until-...-akes up."

beep...beep...beep...beep...beep...

The sound of a door sliding shut echoes around the room. 

Then it's silent save for the constant beeping sound coming from somewhere unknown. 

A quiet groan leaves the lips of the person lying in the white hospital bed. 

Fingers twitching, they move their eyes around the room slowly. It's still blurry, so they can't see much. 

Where am I?

The sound of the door opening again makes them flinch slightly. 

An older nurse comes into view as she stands at the foot of the bed, looking at her clipboard and marking a few things off. 

When she looks up and meets the eyes of the person lying in front of her, she lets out a small gasp.

After a moment to recover, she hurries to the bedside as she holds up her walkie talkie and speaks into it quickly. 

"The patient in room eleven is awake, can I get the doctor in here, please?"

Then she turns to them, "You're in the hospital. I know it might seem scary, but we're here to take care of you, okay?"

She smiles softly as they just look at her silently. 

"You won't be able to talk for a bit, don't rush yourself."

When she sees the confusion in their eyes, she assures them gently as she takes their temperature. 

"You'll be fine. You were in a coma for a while dear, but everything is okay."

The door opens again and a tall male doctor walks in briskly, his eyes landing on the figure in the bed in front of him. 

His face lights up as he walks closer, "Welcome back."

He doesn't seem fazed by the fact that he didn't get a response, he just walks over to the nurse to make sure they do a few things since the patient has finally woken up. 

A few more nurses go in and out of the room, messing with machines and IV's and talking even though they won't get a response. 

All of it is overwhelming to say the least. 

When nighttime finally falls, the incessant beeping becomes almost a calming pattern.

Staring at the ceiling, they don't even realize that a small tear finds its way down their cheek.

_________________________________________

The next morning, the same old nurse comes into the room, smiling brightly like always, her long gray hair done up in a bun on top of her head just like it was yesterday. 

"The weather is beautiful today; shall I open a window?"

She gets a small nod, which makes her smile brighten even more. 

Walking over to the window, she carefully opens the blinds so as not to overwhelm them, then she cracks the window the tiniest bit. 

In only a few minutes, the cozy smell of the chilly season seeps into the room. 

The nurse turns to see the patient staring out the window at the falling snow. 

"It's almost December," She says with a smile, "You woke up just in time for Christmas."

They look back at her, anxiety filling their eyes. 

She walks over to the chair beside the bed and takes their hand, "I know, it's scary. But I promise you that everything is going to be okay."

She sees them gulp, their eyes trying desperately to convey some message to her. 

"Don't worry, I can tell there's something you need to say. I can see it, and I'll try to help you communicate-"

"__-____..."

Her eyes widen when the name passes his lips, his voice cracking. 

She grabs the water from his side table and carefully helps him take a sip to soothe his throat. 

"____?" She repeats and he nods, his eyes wide, "Who is she?" She asks gently. 

"W-Where...?"

"Oh, you're wondering where she is?" The kind woman guesses, and he nods again. 

Just then, there's a knock on the door. 

"Come in," The nurse calls. 

The male doctor from yesterday comes in, but he's followed by someone else. 

The instant the second man sees the person lying in the bed, seeing his eyes open, tears spring to his eyes and he rushes forward. 

"Jungkook."

The nurse stands up so that Taehyung can sit down in the seat she was in a moment ago. 

He sits down and scoots the chair closer to the bed, "Fucking hell, dude. You finally woke up."

Jungkook swallows thickly, dying to say something but the words won't come out of his mouth. 

"I knew you weren't going to give up on me," Tae says tearfully, wiping at his eyes. 

Jungkook feels him grab his hand, "You're a fuckin badass, dude. Fucking hell."

Tae frowns when he sees tears welling up in Jungkook's eyes as he glances out the window again. 

Tae looks behind him and at the snow falling gently. 

"Oh...Yeah, you were out cold for two months."

Jungkook gulps again, his eyes begging Tae to tell him. 

He needs to know.

"She's alive, Kook," Tae speaks softly as he gently squeezes his hand. 

A few tears well up in Jungkook's eyes, only sliding down his cheeks when he blinks slowly. 

Tae gulps, "She's alive. Right now, you need to focus on getting better though, okay?"

His younger best friend just kind of looks at him, a look of confusion flickering behind his eyes. 

Tae turns back to the doctor, "How long will it take for him to recover?"

"It really depends on the patient," The doctor says kindly, "He was in a coma for a little over 8 weeks. If he had been in one for years, it would take much longer for him to recover. We need to take it day by day and evaluate his progress before estimating how long it will take."

Taehyung nods, then he turns back to Jungkook. 

"You're gonna be fine, I promise."

The nurse speaks up then, "You're a fighter, young man. You impressed a lot of the staff here who weren't sure if you would make it."

Jungkook blinks slowly, not looking at any of them. 

"I'll be right back, Kook," Tae says quietly, then he stands up and asks if he can have a word with the nurse and doctor outside. 

Jungkook stares at the white wall in front of him, then his eyes flit over the words on the whiteboard that says who his medical staff is today. 

He eventually brings his gaze back to the window to watch the snow fall. 

______________

"What am I supposed to tell him?" Tae asks. 

The doctor frowns, "We can't lie to him, but the truth might send him into a panic, and I'm worried it might hinder his recovery."

The nurse makes a small sound of recognition, "Wait, the girl he asked about...that was the patient in room thirty-one?"

Tae and the doctor nod. 

She sighs sadly, "That poor boy, hasn't he been through enough?"

Taehyung gulps. 

She doesn't even know the half of it. 

"Don't say anything," The doctor turns to Tae, "Until he asks you himself."

"And then?"

"And then you tell him the truth, but make sure he knows that it isn't hopeless."

Tae nods as he bites his lip anxiously. 

________________________________

As he's walking through the halls a few hours later, Tae runs into someone carrying a vase of flowers. 

He stumbles back, then gasps lightly when he sees who it is.

"Jimin?"

The shorter of the two looks back at him in surprise, "Tae?"

"I-...didn't think I'd run into you."

"Yeah...different floors," Jimin says slowly, a bit awkward.

Taehyung nods, "Yeah..."

"Were you on your way to see ____?" Jimin asks, seeing as Tae is on the same floor as him. 

He nods again, "Yes, I haven't seen her yet today."

"...today?"

Tae looks down at the floor. 

"I-...I visit her every day, I guess we always just miss each other in the halls..."

Jimin watches him quietly for a minute, then he speaks gently, "I guess I miss you every time I go to see Jungkook."

That makes Tae look back at him. 

"You-...You've been visiting Kook?"

"Of course," Jimin says softly, "How could I not?"

Taehyung shrugs, then his eyes land on the flowers in the vase. 

"Are those...?"

"Agapanthus," Jimin says with a small smile. 

"That's the flower someone's been leaving on Jungkook's side table since he went into a coma..."

Jimin just looks at him, not needing to confirm it.

Tae gulps, "I thought you hated us..."

The elder of the two bites his lip in thought for a minute before responding, "I thought I would at first because of what happened to ____. But I know the two of you only meant to protect her. If it wasn't for you guys, someone else would've killed her. I guess this is at least a little more promising than death. Besides, Jungkook took one hell of a beating, the least I could do was be there for him. It's not like he wanted any of this to happen."

It's quiet for a moment, then Tae whispers, "I never got to say thank you."

"What for?" Jimin asks as he continues down the hall and gestures for Tae to follow him. 

"For saving us."

Jimin smiles sadly, "I'm glad ____ had me thinking she would be home hours earlier. Or I wouldn't have tracked her location and seen that she was somewhere she shouldn't be."

Taehyung walks beside him, "When Jungkook finds out it was you that called the police, he'll be trying to repay you for the rest of his life."

"Well, I hope that life is long," Jimin says genuinely, "I know he'll wake up, so will ____."

"Oh," Tae grabs the door handle to your room, "He woke up yesterday actually. I didn't find out until this morning. I'm not there now because they're checking how his wounds are healing and I know he wouldn't want me in the room."

Jimin looks at him with wide eyes, "Really? He really woke up?"

Tae nods, a huge smile breaking out on his face. 

"Well, I need to go say hi-"

"Uhm, he doesn't know about ____ yet..."

A look of understanding crosses Jimin's face, "And if I go in there, it'll be reason enough for us to tell him...is he talking yet?"

"They said that he said her name, then said 'where'. But that's all he was able to say."

Tears brim in Jimin's eyes. 

"She was the first thing he thought about," he says softly. 

Tae purses his lips and nods. 

"He must really love her."

"He does," Tae assures him, "He really does."

It's silent for a moment, then Tae opens the door to your room and lets Jimin go in ahead of him. 

He walks in behind him and sees you lying on the crisp white bed, looking the same as you did yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, and the week before that, and the month before that. 

He gulps as he watches Jimin walk over and set the flowers on your bedside table. 

"Hello, ____. It was a little harder to find these today, since the snow is really coming down and I guess a lot more people are wanting special flowers. They discovered my secret florist I suppose," Jimin laughs lightly as he sits in the chair beside your bed. 

He smiles at you for a moment before he turns to Tae, "Would you like a minute with her before going back to him?"

Tae nods, "If that's alright."

Jimin stands up, "I'm going to get some coffee, I'll be back in a bit."

"Thank you."

Tae continues to stand there even after the door closes. 

He stares at your figure laying perfectly still. 

A minute passes before he finds the courage to walk closer. 

He takes a seat in the chair Jimin previously occupied. 

"Hey, ____."

He fiddles with his fingers at your expected silence. 

"I um...just thought I'd come say hi and let you know I'm still rooting for you."

He sighs and looks around, blinking rapidly. 

"Uhm-...Kook is awake... I know you'd want me to tell you, so..."

You make no move or sound to acknowledge that you heard him. 

"He's...asking about you," he says quietly. 

The silence that follows makes him feel sick to his stomach. 

"Please give me a way to tell him something better than this," He chokes out, covering his mouth as he stares at your lashes resting against your cheek. 

A moment more of debating and he reaches over to rest his hand on yours, "I know you're in there. Jimin knows you're in there. And if Jungkook saw you, he would know you're in there. Don't give up on us, yeah? People out here love you, okay?"

He gulps and rests his head in his hand that isn't holding yours. 

"I can't keep living with this," He whispers, "I know your last conscious moment was Jungkook dying in that room. That was the last thing you remember, and that's killing me. He's not dead, ____. He's not dead!" Tae cries softly, squeezing your hand, "Please don't leave thinking that he is, don't let that be your last memory. You need to fight, don't give up. He's here, and he's waiting for you."

______________________________________

"Your wounds are healing nicely," The doctor informs Jungkook, "Considering how severe they were and the number of them, two months is amazing for how far you've come."

Jungkook just stares at the bottom of the bed where his feet are making two little lumps in the covers. 

The doctor smiles at him sadly before telling him he'll be back later to check in with him and that if he needs anything, he can hit the call button, then he leaves.

Seconds after his departure, the door opens again and Jungkook sees Tae come from around the corner. 

"Hey, kid," He says fondly, "They finally said I could come back in."

Jungkook gives him the smallest smile as he walks over and sits in the chair. 

"The doctor said your wounds are healing nicely and that it's most likely due to how physically healthy you were before the incident. Your body knows what it's doing."

Jungkook nods absentmindedly, then he looks at the clock to see it's a little after four in the afternoon.

He looks back at Tae. 

The elder looks away after a second, trying to figure out what to say. 

He knows Jungkook is wondering about you. 

And he knows that Jungkook knows he knows what he's wondering. 

Jungkook looking at the clock proves that to him. 

He's wondering why you haven't come to see him, even if they had waited to tell you until you were off work. 

You would've been here over an hour ago. 

Jungkook looks back at the ceiling, where he has been looking a lot today. 

"Sh-she..."

Tae's head shoots up at the sound of Jungkook's voice. 

He hasn't heard him speak for months. 

"She-...l-left me?" Jungkook whispers, a single tear slipping down and landing on his pillow. 

Taehyung feels a sob catch in his own throat, "No, Kook. Absolutely not."

He turns his head to look at him, "W-why isn't sh-she here to s-see me?" He asks slowly, his words slurring a bit as he struggles to speak. 

Tae bites his lip harsh enough to draw blood, "It isn't because she doesn't want to, I swear."

"Is she o-okay?" Jungkook croaks. 

Tae gulps again, "She's alive."

Jungkook's bottom lip trembles slightly as he stares at Tae with huge brown eyes, "Why w-won't you tell...me?"

Dropping his head into his hands, Tae takes a deep breath, "She was hurt the night everything happened," he whispers, unable to look Jungkook in the eye, "The ambulances got to us all on time. The only one that didn't make it was Dae."

Jungkook watches him in confusion, tears brimming in his eyes as he waits to find out what happened to you. 

"The two of you were worse off than me. I got out of the hospital in a week and a half, but you and ____ both went into comas. She got a serious head injury...again."

He finally looks at Jungkook to see tears falling soundlessly as he looks at the ceiling again. 

Tae blinks rapidly to hold his own tears back, "You woke up yesterday, but she hasn't woken up yet. The doctors are hopeful she will though, there's no reason to believe she won't come back and make a decent recovery."

Jungkook nods, but the tears don't stop. 

"Right now, you need to put all of your energy into healing though," Tae says firmly but kindly, "When she wakes up you need to be ready to help her, okay?"

He knows this is what Jungkook needs to hear. 

"If you let yourself waste away here, when she wakes up, what will she be waking up to? You need to take care of yourself if you're going to take care of her."

He wishes he could convince Jungkook to let people take care of him for once, but that isn't who Jungkook is. His motivation will be helping you in the future. That's the kind of person he is. 

"You're going to work hard for her, right?" Tae presses gently. 

Jungkook nods, a few more tears spilling over. 

"Ok," Tae reaches over and pats Jungkook on the shoulder, "I'd hope you'd fight for my sake too," he teases. 

But Jungkook just nods, not laughing at the joke, not even realizing it was one. 

Tae clears his throat, "Thank you for waking up, Kook."

Finally, the younger one turns his head to look at him again. 

"M' sorry," he mumbles. 

Tae shakes his head, "No reason to be, kid."

"I lied," Jungkook whispers. 

"You stared death in the fucking face, and you won, you woke up. And that's all I care about, that's all I'll ever care about."

Jungkook's chest rises and falls as he swallows thickly, "I c-can't move v-very well."

Taehyung nods, "You haven't moved in months, your body will pull itself together again, just like it always does."

Jungkook looks out the window at the snow and speaks slowly, "I hate Christmas."

Tae turns to see the snow starting to pile on the outside of the windowsill. 

"That's because you never had a reason to love it," he says gently before turning back, "You've found a reason to love a lot more things these days."

Blinking slowly, Jungkook continues to stare at the white flurry outside, "All I w-want for Christmas is for her to wake up again, and b-be healthy and happy," his voice strains a bit as he whispers. 

Taehyung takes Jungkook’s hand and opens it, placing something there and closing it again.

"I'll be sure to tell Santa Claus," Tae says with a smile. 

Jungkook looks down at his mother’s ring resting on his palm, still on the chain, unscathed.

____________________________________

The following days are pretty much more of the same; doctors and nurses in and out, meds, lots and lots and lots of blabbing on. 

Jungkook just nods along and agrees to do whatever they're saying. 

All he's really thinking about is you. 

Tae said he's sure that they'll let him see you when he's able to get out of bed. 

All he has to get him through the day is Tae telling him every moment about his daily visit with you and every excruciating detail of what you look like. 

He needs a mental picture to keep him going. 

____________________________________

A week after he woke up, someone came into the room that he didn't expect. 

"Hey, Jungkook."

"J-Jimin?" Jungkook stares at him with wide eyes, his hands twisting nervously in his lap. 

The older boy steps further into the room and gestures towards the chair Tae usually occupies. 

"May I?"

Jungkook nods, "Of course."

He takes a seat, then he breathes deeply before asking, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Jungkook says quickly, not meeting his eyes. 

"Did you like the flowers?"

His mind flashes back to the purple flowers that Tae showed him, telling him that someone left them every day. They were the same purple flowers you had told him about, the ones that appeared in the dream you both had. He doesn't remember what you said they were called...Aga- something...

He gulps, "They were from you?"

Jimin nods, "Mhm."

"Oh, thank you...how did you know?"

"How did I know what?" Jimin asks kindly. 

Jungkook just stares at him for a second, then he says uncertainly, "Um, you didn't have a specific reason for those flowers in particular?"

Jimin shakes his head, "No, they just felt right...why?"

Jungkook looks away, his cheeks heating up slightly, "Oh, nothing."

The elder lets it go, deciding to change the subject, "Sorry it took me so long to come see you."

"No, it's fine," Jungkook blurts, feeling extremely self-conscious about being the one injured in a bed. He's always been the one doing the injuring, now he feels foolish. 

Especially because your best friend is looking at him like he's gonna cry. 

"____ is doing alright," Jimin says, leaning back in the chair, his teary eyes clearing up a bit.

Jungkook just gulps, keeping his eyes trained on his hands. 

It's quiet for a minute, then Jimin speaks up, "Thank you, Jungkook."

The young man bites his lip harshly before replying, "For what?"

"For doing everything in your power to keep her safe."

Jungkook's eyes well up. 

Jimin watches him as a few tears fall down the younger's cheeks before he brushes them away. 

"Death is final, Jungkook. There's no coming back. She isn't dead, and she will wake up. You are the reason she isn't dead right now-"

"I'm the reason she's not living right now," Jungkook whispers. 

Jimin shakes his head, but Jungkook cuts in before your best friend can say another word. 

"Don't sugarcoat it for me. She's suffering, and it's because of me," Jungkook says hoarsely, "If I had just gone back to Seoul with them none of this would have happened. I was blinded by fucking rage and vengeance to the point where I couldn't even see what was right in front of me."

Jimin stays silent as he sees tears stream down Jungkook's face. 

"I did this to her. I didn't deserve to be the one to wake up. She should be living her life, enjoying the snow and getting ready for Christmas, not me. I'm the one that fucked her over..." He drops his head into his hands for a few moments, "Please just leave."

Another brief moment of silence passes, then he hears Jimin stand up. 

"I'll see you tomorrow, Jungkook."

The sound of the door closing is what finally gives Jungkook the permission to let go. 

A broken sob leaves his throat as he grabs a pillow from behind him and stuffs his face into it, muffling his pained cries so that none of the staff is alerted. 

________________________________

Another week passes by, just the same as the last, apart from Hoseok coming to see him a few times. 

Taehyung is there all day every single day, without fail, and Jimin stops by regularly to check in on him. 

Jungkook doesn't shed a single tear in front of any of them, waiting until night falls and the nurses leave him alone so that he can finally cry his heart out into his pillow, body shaking with the guilt and agony inside him. 

Tae continues to give him updates on you, which is the only thing keeping him going during the physical therapy part of his day. 

Three weeks after he woke up, the doctors finally gave him permission to see you. 

Jungkook is biting his lip anxiously that night, waiting for morning to come so that he can go and see you for himself. 

He made them promise they would be in here to get him first thing in the morning and wouldn't let them leave until they swore they wouldn't be a minute late. 

Now he can't even sleep, staring at the ceiling, at the clock, at the whiteboard, out the window at the heavily falling snow. 

He can't even keep his eyes closed for more than a few seconds. 

Exhaustion must have overcome him at some point, because the next thing he knows, he's being woken up by the sound of the door opening.

He squints and rubs at his eyes, the sun reflecting off of the snow coming into his window. He had asked them not to close the blinds last night. 

"Oh, did I wake you?"

Jungkook looks at the gray-haired nurse from when he first woke up. 

Her name is Nurse An, but he keeps forgetting that for some reason.

"No," he mumbles sleepily, "I was already up."

She smiles gently, knowing he lied, but doesn't point it out.

Nurse An walks over and stands beside his bed, "I promised you I'd be in here first thing, does my promise count as fulfilled?" Her way of speaking reminds him of halmeoni.

Jungkook nods, "Mhm," he's still trying to wake up all the way. 

She gets to work taking his vitals and giving him his morning medications as he gets himself oriented. 

"Would you like to bathe before or after seeing her?" She asks kindly. 

Jungkook sits up straighter, "After, I don't want to waste any more time than I already have."

Nurse An laughs, "Alrighty then, I'll call in Nurse Seong and we can get you over to your girl."

Jungkook waits impatiently, convinced the other nurse is purposely taking all the time in the world. In reality, it isn't even three minutes before Nurse Seong walks in the room. 

"Morning, Jungkook!" He says brightly, walking over to the bed. 

"Good morning," Jungkook says politely, really just aching to see you.

The two nurses make quick work of moving Jungkook from his bed to a wheelchair, then they're finally on their way. 

Jungkook doesn't participate in the small talk on the way out of the room, down the hall, into the elevators, up to the floor above, and down the second hall towards your room. 

He's just biting his thumbnail anxiously, trying to prepare himself for what he's going to see. 

-

"Alright, here we are," Nurse An says softly, noticing how quiet Jungkook is, "Are you ready to go in or do you need a moment?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "I want to go in."

"Ok."

Nurse Seong opens the door for the other nurse to push the wheelchair through and around the small corner until Jungkook comes face to face with you. 

His heart stutters in his chest as he looks at your sweet face. 

It appears as though you're just sleeping, dreaming of something pleasant even, not a single frown line on your soft face. 

His breathing feels heavier as they push him over to the side of your bed so he can be close to you. 

"It's alright, dear," Nurse An whispers, "You can talk to her, touch her hand, she might be able to hear you, she might not."

Jungkook just bites his lip, not knowing what to do. 

"Nurse Seong and I will wait in the hall, take all the time you need."

He thanks her quietly as they make their way out and the sound of the door shutting reaches his ears. 

Another moment of hesitation passes before Jungkook reaches out a hand tentatively to place over one of yours. 

"____," he whispers, "It's me, it's-...it's Jungkook."

His voice betrays him as it cracks so he needs to clear his throat before speaking again. 

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, thumb gently rubbing over the back of your hand, "I don't remember much about that night, but I do remember telling you something important."

Your face remains unchanging, as gentle as ever. 

A few tears escape as he brings your hand up to kiss it softly, "I love you," he whispers, "I don't know if you can hear me, but I love you."

He keeps your hand in his, pressing his lips to it once more, "Even if you can't hear me, I'm going to say it every day. I'll say it until the day I die. Please wake up, so that I can see your beautiful eyes when I say it to you."

More tears fall at your silence.

"Fuck," he whispers, resting his forehead on your hand, "Please don't do this to me, don't leave me. I can't do it, I can't take any more of this," his tears fall faster as his breath picks up, chest starting to heave as the tears turn into quiet sobs. 

"Please, please, please don't leave me. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I never meant for it to end up like this. I'll do whatever you want me to if you wake up. I won't argue with you, I'll buy you everything you want, I'll be with you all the time so you're never lonely."

Jungkook kisses your hand again that's now damp with his tears. 

"I'll watch whatever shows you want me to, I swear. I won't ever take you for granted, just please open your eyes, move your hand, something, give me something."

When he is met with nothing but silence, his heart squeezes painfully in his chest. 

"I don't want to live the way I was anymore," Jungkook whispers brokenly, "I just want to make you happy, whatever that means for you. We could go and live in the country, build our own house. We could be happy forever; I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy," he pleads quietly. 

Part of him feels silly for saying all these things when you probably can't even hear him. 

But that's not going to stop him from saying them, just in case you do hear him. 

"I'm going to be here for you every step of the way, okay? No matter what. I'm going to work hard and get back on my feet and I swear to you, ____," He leans closer and touches your soft cheek gently, "From now on, I will tell you how much I love you every single day."

________________________

Christmas is next week. 

Jungkook has gone to see you every day, whispering stories to you about things he and Tae used to do when they ran away from his father after feeling brave enough for a few hours. The rest of his days are filled with physical therapy, a little bit of counseling, and medications. 

It's always the same, until he gets to go see you, that's always the best part of his day. 

The physical therapy is the worst part, without fail. 

It hurts like a bitch, and he never knew how frustrating it was to learn to walk again. 

He'll never take his body for granted again. 

His days are filled with so much chaos until he gets to be with you, then it's back to chaos until night falls, when he can finally let the tears go. 

After having not cried for years on end, it feels almost like the tears that built up over time are now coming stronger than ever. 

When the counselor comes in each day, Jungkook doesn't talk much, he just nods along to whatever they suggest for him at the time. He's not too keen on exposing himself to a perfect stranger. 

He can deal with it.

-

"Just a few more steps, Jungkook."

The young man holding himself up on the two waist-high bars running along the floor to help him keep his balance, drops his head in exhaustion. 

"It fucking hurts," he growls at the nurse that never loses his temper. 

Nurse Seong doesn't lose his smile as he stands there with his arms crossed, "I know, and I also know you're not gonna let that stop you."

Jungkook holds most of his weight with his arms as he takes another excruciating step, "Shit."

He never really thought about how connected the body is, as silly as that sounds. 

But seriously, why the fuck does it hurt his abdomen when he takes a step?

It makes no sense. 

"You're almost there-"

"I know that," Jungkook snaps, the pain and exhaustion, and not to mention the humiliation, making him pissy. 

"Kook!"

Jungkook looks up to see Tae making his way across the room, careful not to run into any of the other patients doing their physical therapy. 

The younger drops his head in embarrassment at being seen like this. 

"Hey," he mumbles, willing himself not to wipe the sweat from his brow. 

Tae smiles brightly, "You already made it this far? Damn, Kook. You're working even harder than I thought you would be, and that's saying something."

Jungkook just gulps, "It's Christmas Eve, I gotta go fast and let Nurse Smiley over here go home to his family."

Nurse Seong laughs, "Don't be ridiculous, I don't get off until five tonight anyway," he says with a wink. 

Taehyung stays quiet so that Jungkook can focus as he takes his last few steps before dropping into the wheelchair set up at the end. 

"All jokes aside, you made excellent progress today, Jungkook," The nurse says sincerely. 

"Thank you," Jungkook says quietly, "Can I go see ____ now?"

He nods, "You most certainly can."

Taehyung walks alongside the wheelchair as they make their way to your room. 

"Wanna come in, Tae?" Jungkook looks up at him from where he sits in the wheelchair.

Taehyung hesitates for a moment, then he nods. 

Nurse Seong steps out of the room after they're settled. 

Tae watches silently from the chair on the right side of your bed as Jungkook takes your left hand into his from where he sits on your other side. 

"I walked the whole platform today," Jungkook speaks casually, as if you're perfectly conscious and will respond any second, "And I did it in record time."

Your sleeping face looks as soft as ever as Jungkook brushes his thumb along your cheek, "Tomorrow's Christmas...I had hoped you would be able to spend it awake with me."

Jungkook continues to make small talk, filling you in on his day and then encouraging Taehyung to do the same, which he does, albeit a bit awkwardly. 

"Don't mind Tae, he's just a little embarrassed. Someone told me Jimin was here all day before we came," Jungkook hums, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "He told me the other day about a new article he gets to cover, I'm sure he's told you all about it."

Tae continues to just observe Jungkook talking to you, his heart heavy in his chest. 

Jungkook hasn't been so soft and gentle for many years.

Time is lost while they're in your room. 

They don't have a single idea of how long they were there until Nurse Seong comes back in to let Jungkook know that it's time for dinner. 

He hesitates, but Tae convinces him to get some food and rest for tonight and he can come back to see you again tomorrow. 

Jungkook reluctantly agrees. 

If he could get away with it, he would skip eating and therapy all together if it meant he could just be with you all day. Even though you don't respond, he just wants to be with you. 

-

"I heard that you broke a personal record today," Nurse Yoo says as he hands Jungkook the shampoo from behind the shower curtain. 

Jungkook nods even though he can't see him, "Yeah, I did."

"Nurse Seong has been going around telling everyone that your progress today was his Christmas gift," Nurse Yoo chuckles. 

Jungkook finds a small smile spreading on his face, "I think he's even more excited about it than me."

"Probably," The male nurse laughs heartily. 

"Although, I can't say I'm not really fucking excited to shower without sitting in this damn chair," Jungkook says as he rubs the sudsy soap into his thick dark hair. 

Yoo laughs, "I bet, you ready for the shower head?"

"Yeah."

Nurse Yoo reaches in and grabs the shower head from its holder, carefully lowering it until Jungkook takes it from him. 

"Thanks."

"My pleasure."

"I am grateful though," Jungkook muses as he rinses his hair, "At least I don't need you to bathe me anymore like at first when I couldn't move much on my own."

"I'm sure that feels great, you're getting your independence back."

Jungkook finishes rinsing his hair, "By the way, that stays between us."

"Not a word," Yoo promises loyally. 

-

The next morning, Jungkook wakes up before the nurses even come in, sitting up in bed and rubbing his eyes, fixing up his messy bedhead. 

The nurse that comes in a little later is surprised to find him sitting up, bright-eyed and bushy tailed. 

"Good morning, Jungkook."

"Morning...can I go see ____?"

Nurse An laughs and nods her head, "I think I can make that happen."

"Thank you...Merry Christmas by the way."

She looks at him in surprise for a moment before breaking out in a bright smile, "Merry Christmas, Jungkook."

-

Jungkook wheels himself down the hall while Nurse An walks beside him like a proud grandmother. 

She opens the door for him and lets him go in, "I'll be out here!" She calls as she closes the door. 

"____," Jungkook wheels over to your bed, "I was able to convince the nurse to let me come in first thing today."

He takes your hand gently, "This is our first Christmas together, and I wanted to give you something." 

The eager young man reaches a hand into the pocket of his hospital attire and pulls out a tiny swan made out of paper. 

"Here you go," he whispers, placing it on your lap, "Merry Christmas, ____. I love you."

Jungkook leans down a little to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

"I can't wait to see your pretty eyes," he hums, finger tracing your delicate face like it does every day, "Please come back to me soon, hm?"

Hours later, when Nurse An walks into the room after not getting a response to her knock, she smiles sadly to see Jungkook's head lying in your lap, one of his hands holding yours gently as he sleeps soundly. 

That night, Jungkook lay in bed staring at the ceiling. 

Tae, Jimin, and Hoseok came by earlier after he left your room, and they spent the day with him. 

For some reason, he can't sleep. 

He's usually able to sleep better after being with you for longer periods of time during the day. 

To keep himself entertained, he decides to sit up and dangle his legs off the side of the bed as he works on some strengthening exercises. 

Anything to get him tired enough to sleep. 

-

"Blood pressure looks good," A nurse recounts to another as they take your vitals. 

They finish up replacing your saline bag, then one of them notices the little swan lying on your lap. 

She picks it up and places it on the bedside table to be kept safe. 

"Don't want someone to ruin that beautiful present," she says kindly as she touches your shoulder, "Merry Christmas, ____."

Just as she's turning to leave, she hears a small gasp come from her coworker. 

She turns to see the other nurse, hands over her mouth as she stares at you. 

The nurse that moved your present drags her eyes over to your form in the bed, where she sees your eyes open halfway. 

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"I worked on my leg exercises last night," Jungkook says to Nurse An as she records his vitals, a weird quietness to her since she first came in. 

She smiles and nods but seems almost distracted. 

"That's good, as long as you're being careful."

"I am."

He watches her closely, trying to figure out what's wrong with her. 

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly a few minutes later. 

The old woman seems to startle for a moment before nodding, "Hm? Oh yes, just tired, I'm sorry."

Jungkook nods, "Oh, ok."

She finishes giving him his morning medication and is just about to leave when he calls out to her, "Wait."

"Hm?" She turns back, not meeting his eyes. 

He looks at her in confusion, "Um, c-can I go see ____?"

Nurse An bites her lip harshly for a second before shaking her head, "I'm afraid not."

Jungkook looks taken aback, "Why not?"

"I was told that ____ is not able to have visitors at the moment-"

"What happened?" Jungkook moves his legs off the side of the bed and reaches for his wheelchair, "Did something happen to her?"

She walks over, wanting to calm him, "She's okay, I'm sorry for scaring you. She's alright, I promise."

"Why can't I see her, then?"

"Her doctor has decided it might be best if the visits slow down-"

"Why?" Jungkook's brain is in a panic, "Why? Did I do something? Did I make something worse?"

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, "No, dear, absolutely not. The doctor just wants to try this out, okay?"

Jungkook's shoulders slump in defeat, "But-...but I-..."

"I know," she says gently, "But right now, you should focus on your recovery."

His brows furrow, "But seeing her is what helps me the most-"

"I'm sorry," she cuts him off, startling him at her sharp tone, "It's the doctor's orders. I'll have your breakfast sent up shortly."

Then she leaves without another word. 

Jungkook stares at the place she once stood, confusion, anxiety, and hurt swarming his brain. 

-

Oddly enough, the anger bottling itself up inside him is what fuels him for the next two weeks. 

He refuses to speak to any of the medical staff, only staying silent as they do their job and then leave. He won't even talk to Nurse Seong during his physical therapy sessions. 

No one will tell him what's going on, and he's reaching his breaking point. 

Tae seems just as clueless as Jungkook is, but that doesn't bring him much comfort. Taehyung can be a good actor when he wants to be, and the thought that he's hiding something from him too makes Jungkook's blood boil. 

So, he puts all the adrenaline into more physical things.

Nurse Seong has told him more than a few times to take it easier on himself, but he doesn't listen. 

He's fine. 

By the end of two weeks since he's seen you, he's walking again. 

Not the best, but at least he can make it around the hallway a few times before needing to stop unless he wants to pass out. 

Tae doesn't stop him, just walks with him as he hobbles along, pulling his metal IV pole with him down the hall, ready to catch him if he starts to fall. 

-

It's Monday, two days after he was able to walk the full circle around his floor four times before the nurses made him get back into his bed, warning him not to overdo it. 

Jungkook sits on the side of his bed, scowling at the wall in front of him. 

It's nearly lunchtime, and Tae hasn't shown up yet. 

His legs bounce anxiously as he stares at the blank white wall. 

He's going to see you; they can't stop him. 

What if they've all been lying to him and you passed away?

He would never forgive them, any of them. 

He isn't going to sit here and fuck around anymore, he's done. 

Carefully standing up, Jungkook makes sure the IV cord in him doesn't get tangled as he adjusts the pole so he can make his rounds. 

He walks out of the room, looking left and right to see a few medical staff walking around. 

It isn't suspicious of him to do this, seeing as he has been doing it for the past week, so no one stops him. 

Jungkook does one full round, circling his entire floor slowly as he clutches the IV pole in his sweaty hand. 

On the second round, he stops by the elevators. 

Looking left and right and behind him, he sees no one. 

So, he presses the button. 

*ding*

He gulps and looks around again to make sure no one is watching him before he slips inside and waits for the doors to close. 

-

*ding*

The elevator opens on your floor, Jungkook wheeling his IV pole out as he steps through the doors. 

He's memorized these halls like the back of his hand. 

No one up here really pays him any mind, not needing to since he's just a patient that appears to be practicing his walking. 

He's almost to your door when a familiar figure walks around the corner up ahead, talking with a doctor. 

Nurse An. 

Jungkook stumbles back and hides behind the corner he just came around, watching as they stop in front of your door. 

"I'll check on the patient in room eleven after I'm finished here," she says, and the doctor thanks her before continuing down the hall as she goes into your room.  

She's supposed to be checking on him next...

Fucking shit. 

Jungkook bites his tongue as he makes his way back to the elevators, trying not to scream in frustration. 

He slams the button angrily, waiting for the elevator to arrive, then he gets on and slumps against the wall, one hand still on his metal pole. 

*ding*

Jungkook shuffles off the elevator dejectedly, coming up with a new plan of action as he makes his way back to his room. 

He's going to see you if it's the last thing he does. 

He rounds the corner but stops dead in his tracks when he sees two horrifyingly familiar men, and they aren't alone. 

"Oh fuck," Jungkook breathes, pressing his back to the wall after stepping out of view. 

"He's in room eleven," One of the nurses at the desk says, "Would you like someone to show you the way?"

"That would be very kind, thank you," Seokjin says smoothly. 

Jungkook peeks around the corner to see him flanked by at least six more officers, not including Yoongi, who still looks as bored as ever.

Do they really think they need that many men to take on an injured ex-hitman?

Jungkook presses his back to the wall once more and gulps. 

What the hell is he supposed to do?

Without thinking, Jungkook heads back to the elevators. 

He gets on and presses the button for the floor above. 

But just as the doors are closing a hand grabs them and they open again. 

Jungkook breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees Tae standing there. 

"Where are you going?" Taehyung hisses, stepping into the elevator and harshly pressing the buttons to close the doors. 

"I- I saw-"

"The fucking popo? Yeah, me too," Tae growls. 

"What do we do-"

"You need to leave, Jungkook."

Jungkook blinks in confusion, "Huh?"

"I-..." Tae bites his lip harshly, "I made a deal with Seokjin."

Jungkook takes a step back, bumping into his IV pole. 

"You what?"

"Seokjin came to me," Tae says hoarsely, "He said I couldn't tell another soul or both our asses would rot in a jail cell until the day we both died."

"W-What deal?" Jungkook stammers, confused and somewhat scared although he hates to admit it. 

"He agreed to let us go."

Jungkook stares at him, not understanding. 

"He's only here to put on a show so the higher ups think you escaped."

The younger one shakes his head, "I don't understand."

Tae grabs his shoulders, "He swore to stop looking for us if we left Seoul. We need to get out of here, now."

"N-No, I- I'm not leaving ____. Why would he agree to do that anyway?"

Taehyung sighs in exasperation, "Because he finally got the real story. Don't get me wrong, he fucking hates us, but after I explained everything, he told what he was willing to do."

Jungkook shakes his head again, "He's lying."

"He's not, and we need to leave-"

"No," Jungkook says fiercely. 

*ding*

He pushes past Tae and makes a B-line for your room. 

"Jungkook, stop!" Taehyung hisses, following him, “You can’t go in there!” 

Grabbing the handle to your room, Jungkook yanks it open and walks in. 

When he steps in far enough to see your bed, he freezes at the sight that greets him. 

You're sitting, pillows propping you up as you smile and whisper to a teddy bear sitting in your lap. 

A purple teddy bear. 

A very familiar purple teddy bear. 

Bonbon...

"____?"

Jungkook's voice shakes uncontrollably when he says your name, disbelief dripping from the single word. 

Your head raises and you see him standing in front of you. 

A small smile breaks out on your face. 

"H-Hi," you say sweetly, giving him a small wave. 

Taehyung barges in after him, "Jungkook-..." 

He stops when he sees you staring at him. 

The smile never leaves your face as Jungkook steps closer, slowly, inch by inch, until he's at the foot of your bed. 

"____..."

"H-How do you know m-my name?" You ask kindly, sweetness coating your words like sugar. 

Jungkook's heart stops in his chest. 

"H-Huh?" He finally gets out weakly. 

You giggle, the sound like the tinkling of bells, "I'm sorry m-mister, I don't know wh-who you are, but we c-can be friends if y-y-you want? Maybe he’s a fr-friend of Jimin’s," You look thoughtful for a moment.

Tae's jaw is clenched to the point of breaking. 

He didn’t want to go through this again.

He moves forward to grab his best friend, "Come on, Kook."

You watch curiously with big innocent eyes as the taller man grips the other harshly and tries to drag him from the room. 

"____, it's me, it's J-Jungkook-"

Taehyung finally forces him from the room and shuts the door, "We need to leave."

Jungkook just stands there, shell-shocked. 

"What's g-going on?" His voice trembles violently. 

"She doesn't remember us, Jungkook," Tae says, pain squeezing his chest, "We need to leave."

"No," Jungkook's eyes well up, "No, that's not true."

He flinches when Tae rips the tape that was holding his IV tube in, then the elder carefully removes his IV.

"We need to leave, for her sake."

"F-For her sake?" Jungkook echoes, not understanding anything as Tae puts a band-aid on his arm, then tries to pull him away. 

He resists though, pulling back and grabbing the doorknob again, the panic suddenly hitting.

Not having any other choice, Tae wraps his arms around Jungkook and pins his arms in. He's lucky no staff are around right now.

"Let me go!" Jungkook screams, thrashing, tears streaming down his face as he tries to get back into your room, "____!"

But Tae is much stronger after Jungkook has been in the hospital for months. 

He practically drags him down the hall, kicking and screaming as his entire world crashes down around him. 

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Comfort

Hi hi hi! Its been a while! im very sorry for the wait on this chapter, and im hoping to get back on track because i really enjoy writing this! im sorry that its kind of short-

As a refresher, this is the previous part- Kai is Hero, Seth is Villain, and Jay is "friend" (aka the worst man alive :T )

i hope you enjoy reading! - let the whump portion continue muahaha

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5 Pt6 (this is part 7)

[Content warnings: this chapter is slightly severe-- Mentions of past abuse, implied past abuse and descriptions, injuries, abuse, betrayal, manipulation, brief mention of vominting, implied upcoming abuse, mentions of blood, mention of weapons. i hope i covered everything- please let me know if i didnt.]

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What was ringing? 

A high-pitched noise hummed over everything. 

What was that? 

Kai scrunched their closed eyes. Their teeth grated and they clenched their fingers into their palms. 

That noise hurt. 

Kai tried to sit up, their slurred thought process attempting to find the source of whatever was screeching. Kai did try. Didn't they? 

Why hadn't they moved? 

They tried again, somehow managing to lift their head, neck muscles straining. The hero shifted their arm so slowly, they were sure their head would fall before they could catch it, but somehow they were able to prop themself up on their elbow. 

It was a start--

Shit.

The ringing got louder. Loud, so loud, so high and uncomfortable as it spread through their brain, making their forehead ache- that ache spread through their face, an unbearable burning pain. 

The ringing was from their own head? 

Everything hurt so bad…

Oh. 

Right. 

They were severely injured. 

They were with Jay.

Not Seth. 

And no one was going to save them again. 

The pain only spread, and Kai decided being propped up was not helping. Neither was thinking about him. They brought their arm away from their head which fell straight back down to the mattress. A whine escaped their lips, one they immediately regretted. Jay hated whining. Who knew if they were watching, ready to make their move? 

The memories flooded back, hell- the whole dam broke. Kai remembered it all at the same time, somehow felt every bit of pain over again, and their throat felt so tight- like they were still screaming, screaming and praying and pleading, words tumbling from their shaking lips, that Seth would help them-

Not that they did. Not that they would anymore.

Stop thinking about them.

Kai decided that they were too tired and in too much pain to be awake. Nestling back onto the bare mattress they laid on, cold and shaking, the fire in their eyes completely choked out, they passed out, everything growing comfortably dark and warm.

—---

Shit. 

Shit.

Fuck, what were they going to do?

Seth held their head in their hands, tears slipping loose the way they had since the morning, ten hours ago. They were sick, stomach turning in guilt and fear. Ten hours. So many things could happen in ten hours… 

They shook their head again. They couldn't think about it. The image of Kai- god. The- The image of Kai spilling that much blood. It was enough to make them vomit for the third time.

They had to keep working. They had been trying to find Kai’s location. They had called everyone in the business that they knew- villains, henchmen, vigilanties. They were all annoyed at first, but after hearing Seth's voice-  uncharacteristically raw, shaking, hesitant- they gave their best effort. To no avail. No one in the underground systems had seen Kai. 

Theyd burn down the city if they had to.

They swore they would.

They had sworn to Kai that they would burn the agency to the ground- and maybe it was sooner than later. 

—-

“Wake up.”

Kai heard it somewhere above them. Unconsciousness still crept at the edges of their mind. Their breathing immediately sped up. There was no hiding. There was no escape. Only them and the person who had broken them.

Kai’s eyes slid open, vision blurry and dark.

“You look like shit.”

Yeah, no shit. They wished they could say it. But their lips didn’t part and their vocal cords couldn’t move. 

“I really do wish you would have just listened to me.” Jay starts, the words already finding a deep spot in Kai’s chest, “I tried to make you better, and now look at you;” a pause, a glance.

“Now you're nothing. You were so desperate to avoid putting in the effort” 

The effort? Effort being tortured? Effort crying and screaming until their throat was raw?  

“... to be better, you were willing to let someone like Villain ‘save’ you. Honestly,”

Jay took several steps forward, quick and powerful, dangerous determination in his eyes. The gap between the two was easily closed with the steps, Kai scrambling backward but hitting nothing but a cold wall.

“It's laughable.” Jay whispered inches from Kai's face.

Kai could do nothing but sit there, white hot shame settling in their chest. They really had believed that Seth- Villain, cared about their situation. Cared about… them. 

“Look at yourself- you're shaking in fear, and I haven't even done anything yet.”

Yet? They had to push. They had to beg, to plead that they could learn another way.

Maybe say that if he only gave them a few more days to recover, they would be so much better for him during the ‘training’. Stalling wasn't better, but it was something. 

Nothing was working like they wanted it to. Their jaw was so tense, shivering and shaking, their throat tight and raw. The only thing they could manage to breathe out was the word that kept repeating in their head over and over again.

“Yet?” the word cracks and falters but interrupts the silence.

A dangerous flicker found Jay's eyes. One they definitely knew too well. Bile rose. Tears welled, sweat pooled, muscles tensed. His hand was already in his pocket, and Kai knew all too well what would emerge when he pulled it out.

“Well, it seems someone needs a little refresher.”

Without fail, the switchblade appeared at his side. 

Kai’s eyes darted around the room they were in, one they hadn’t paid attention to until now. They scanned for places they could run, anything that would help them. All they noticed was that they knew this room. The cell they kept villains in when they were captured at the agency. 

In a building full of traitors, of sick men and abusers, they were the one in the cell. 

They were sure every sick bastard in the building heard the screams that came next, but not a single person came to help them. No one would.

—-------

Seth’s phone lit up with a small buzz, immediately drawing their frantic attention.

‘They're at the agency building. Same cell you stayed in when you got turned in. I can't take the screaming anymore, but I can't beat him.’

That's all they needed before they were out the door, the one knife they had with them in hand.

next part

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Thank you so much for reading!!! i will try my best to be more active on here because i really enjoy doing this and i missed being on here :) thank you for any support!!

-ant :7

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AUGHH IDK ANYTHING ABOUT YOUR OCS BUT I WANNA SO BAD so uhhmm hmhmh 3 5 7 12 16 aaand also favorite scene. can be written or unwritten I just wanna know where the emotions are tastiest

ITS OK IM MORE THAN HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT THEM!!!

3.) any recurring images/elements?

isolation, trauma, dysfunctional relationships, and maladaptive coping mechanisms are all in it :]

5.) pick a theme song for the tv adaptation.

that unwanted animal by the amazing devil! a line from it is in the description of the playlist!!

7.) how would you describe the relationships between the characters in the story within eight words or less?

oh fuck thats a hard one uhhhh:

caring but in the wrong way

12.) okay be honest. pick a favorite oc from this ocverse.

rose lemonade my Beloved the og oc for this, they came first and i love it so so much

16.) imagine the entire story takes place but in the meantime the characters all also have tumblr. what kind of (terrible) tumblr posts would happen?

NOOOOO THAT WOULD TERRIBLE god theres a lot of characters im gonna have to add a read more

god ambrosi would NOT have tumblr hes too old for that 😭but if he did it would just be photos from his porch

adele would have a tumblr to post music on and at the start of the story she stop posting and then comes back at the end with a "sorry for the hiatus! i have a partner now and so much trauma"

odette canonically is a musician on youtube [think annapantsu] so et would just be posting as normal as if things arent going terribly wrong, so song covers and lil aesthetic reblogs

im not including the kids ones 5, ones 9 and the other is illiterate sobs none of them are getting tumblr, reuben also doesnt have a phone so hes not included but if he did have a phone hed be jsut posting blurry photos of the horrors

gabriel would just have a tumblr to reblog odettes posts to be proud of et, also would not be acknowledging the horrors

sasha would have a shitty meme tumblr i KNOW he would it would be full of things that were funny in 2011 and then reuben would steal his phone and post shit on it and get yelled at

elaine would have a studyblr! shes trying her hardest

madeleine is the only one with a fandom blog and ey starts posting "who would have thunk being hunted for sport sucks o_O" and eir posts take off

eran would be vagueposting about everyone and then reblogging gothic aesthetic shit

bernard would only use tumblr at the start as he tries to make a gofundme post and then the horrors happen

lenore would be reblogging all those post of like links to recipe pages and then stop posting for a week and come back with 5 million vent posts

maddie would get kung pow penised so fast

anyway for my favourite scene its gotta be the one at the motel!

ill set the scene: bernard has just seen his sisters blood hit the window of their motel room, he has his daughter in the room with him and this weird kid she befriended but his 5 year old son is Still Out There Somewhere, hes terrified, he doesnt know whats happening, all he knows is something is RIGHT outside, so he does the only thing he can think of: he grabs the two kids in the room and drags them into the closet with him, theres barely enough room but theres no where else that he can think of that will protect them from the fate waiting outside, the bathroom is too open and out in the room is as well, he hears his daughter tell him hes holding her too tight, that hes hurting her, but he cant let go, he just apologises and holds her tighter, desperately hoping that whatever that thing thats claw is scratching the window will leave

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[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

god, you know that feeling when you meet someone you haven’t seen in ages and you’re freaking out bc you want to tell them everything, but your brain goes completely blank- that’s literally me everytime i send you an ask!! brain overload, too much i want to tell you!!

firstly, your response made me cry so how dare you be so kind and thoughtful and sweet?? it’s literally so unfair that i can’t give you a giant hug. honestly, i fully believe that we are parallel people and that the sheer queer energy of us meeting would tear a hole in space and time and shit. that being said, the universe could stand to fall apart every now and then if it meant i get to hug you.

noooo, i used to dance to bangaru kodi petta in front of my family as a kid and you just unlocked a core cringe memory. why…. did i have no shame?? i agree there is something so wrong and so right about that song. what does it even mean? why does it exist? no one knows~~

also i just started an internship too?! (this furthers my suspicions that the multiverse is real..) but my boss didn’t show up for my first day and no one knew what to do with me so i just sat in a couch for six hours. i wish this was a lie. needless to say, i had a pretty shitty day lmao. how’s your internship been?

i’ve got weird thoughts about graduating high school. i just want to be a kid again and make mud pies and fairy grass food again (yes, i was one of those kids who played fairies lmao)

i haven’t watched ms. marvel, but i will soon- v excited to see some good south asian rep! god my memory of ninjago is so blurry, but i remember being obsessed with it and having a crush on one of them. i can’t remember which, but they’re all kinda cute in a plastic toy sort of way.

also i made you pani puri, bc i make the best pani puri and thats a fact, so here *insert pani puri emoji*

mWah! mWah! mWah!

- indi <3

(please indi is fine, Mrs.Indiphannon was my mother)

omg thats exactly it!!!!!!!! its like i go through the week waiting for sunday or something so i can call you up and give you the highlights of my week like you would not BELIEVE what alex said on tuesday to darion it was INSANE and twirling a phone cord >>>>

oh 🥺🥺 i think the universe might have to just take it if we met, i think it'd be worth it to destroy it for a little while. i want to hug you so badly<333333333333333333 one day im tearing down your door just you wait

stopppp, the mental image is making me LOSE my mind kdshfksjdfh, i used to dance to kevvu keka all the time for NO fucking reason. i was twerking before it became popular/cringe i was into it and i was never going to die. kevvu keka is still a great song but i cant listen to it without the Memories anymore. bangaru kodi petta is so???? like lyrically and musically it makes sense but when you listen to it it just? confuses you? its a song beyond comprehension

omg we are. The same people. hello god? i have a query? nooooo, im so sorry about that, that literally sucks, why did he not show up??? my friend you are the boss. i hope next time goes better!! did you get to do anything on your own or did they just make you sit with empty hands? either way that sucks shit :/ my internship has been good! we had an excursion to a stadium to learn about the tech used there and we got the vip tour so we got to see the team locker rooms and everything it was super cool! plus i got a lot closer with the other interns so we're a lot more comfortable now, and we took the marta there bc it was far away so it was just a bunch of us with company shirts on crowding the back of the bus and laughing at literally nothing. on the downside, we have a project we have to do for it and my team is Actually shit, they wont do anything unless i detail how and when and why they need to do it, plus one kid is a sophomore in college but hes literally the worst bc he has done Nothing so far. grrrr

omg i played fairies too!! from first grade to third grade i had everyone convinced that i was a fairy for real and pretended i had to go visit fairyland and i had a sister there (other than my real life sister) and everything and i would put my head on the seat in front of me on the bus with my friends and hide my face and say i was sending my soul to fairyland i was. hot ig idc, but then something Happened in third grade (trauma event LOL) (its actually kind of funny now but its a loooong story so) and then everyone in the grade hated me including people ive literally never met before?? so i kind of dropped it. SAD wish i could be a fairy forever. well at least i am gay. on the bright side, you can still make mud pies and fairy grass food as an adult!! you can also make REAL pies and REAL fairy grass food omg!!!! whats more magical than macerated blueberries in puff pastries?? i will make fairy food with you i promise

omg im excited on your behalf, its so good!! one of the title cards at one point is in telugu and when i say i screamed? i SCREAMED. ME i used to have a crush on each one at various points 😔 baby tree, they are legos. <///3 all of them are so worthy of crushing on though, maybe they should try not being good people. stfu and steal candy GODS. i do remember i had a crush for the longest time on jay, but that was very very closely followed by. ok dont make fun of me but. by pythor 😭 i guess i was into him in a bad boy sort of way we're never talking about this again

you DO make the best pani puri !!!!!!!!! this is so good thank you indi youre amazing *nom nom nom*

mwaH! mwaH! mwaH! mwaH! 🥰

(so Mrs. Indiphannon is who i have to get permission from to marry you? whats her number rq)

#ily indi #indiphannon #< until we get used to the new tag :] #asks #the tree speaks

[fuckableratings]

humu from payback friends is unfuckable! he's like. generally unlikeable so thats that. doesnt he canonically get grossed out by dating too

#submission #i am so fucking sorry for this #its blurry bc im on my phone and it does that when making images #humu #humu payback friends #payback friends #btw all the characters in payback friends have human designs/personifications of them and humus is so scrunkly #All previous tags are done by submitter! #Mod Kenny #Unfuckable

[mypabulousscarf]

i fell really hard for these two recently 🥺

(its a chapter cover redraw so the additional versions w text are just bc i wanted to see what itd look like w text lmao)

#diamond no ace #daiya no ace #daiya no ace act ii #kuraharu #kuramochi youichi #kominato haruichi #my art #if i fucked up the japanese text ignore that im sorry djdjs the small parts were so blurry on the original image #starting another ship tag for them #tiny murder boyfriends #tbh i think the white bg looks best but like... its v plain so yeet #anywayyyyy

[claquedick]

Anyone else in this chili’s spent an entire childhood being interested in things but never having the attention span or concentration to get into it in the slightest and therefore never quite managed to talk to people about interests for long and is now an adult still struggling with this thing that no therapist would goddamn diagnose so far?

#Sorry for getting real but this trip down memory lane to delete old posts is just reminding me of how many of these- #-things I actually dont even fucking know #I reblog them and know maybe the characters names but I dont know any details cause I never managed to keep up with stories and shit #and its still haunting me cause everyone else can be like 'omg remember that scene from naruto when we were young?' #and im just... no. no i dont. I absolutely dont I cant remmber shit my dude #except that one fight with gaara and naruto i dont know why thats so fresh in my memory #God the same applies to just general childhood life I cant remember anything beyond blurry images and seconds #shits wack #Kai's boredom

[alonezz]

AOT girls finding their s/o committing suicide (PT. 2)

Pt. 1

Requested! I love you all so much! ❤️

Includes: Ymir and Yelena. 

Ymir:

You fidgeted with your phone. Alone. Once again, your friend Ymir had planted you. The two of you were supposed to go on a coffee “date”. It was a date for you but you knew someone like Ymir, as perfect as she was, would never like you, an incompetent, ugly, worthless human. Nevertheless, she had agreed on going to have some coffee with you. It surprised you at first but you should’ve know she wouldn’t show up.

You decided to text her, to see if your friend was just running late and you were overreacting. 

Y/N: Hey ‘Mir! Are you coming to the cafe?

‘Mir 💞: shit I forgot, Im busy rn.

Y/N: but you promised you would come this time... it’s the second time you leave me alone :(

‘Mir 💞: stop being so clingy for fucks sake.

Y/N: what? I just thought you were going to come get coffee with me. Like you said you would.

‘Mir 💞: Look Y/N it’s not a good time rn 

Y/N: but we were supposed to hang out

‘Mir 💞: what don’t you have any other friends to hang out with? Stop bothering me so much and following me everywhere. Stop acting like you need me to survive. Im busy, I have better things to do than sitting on a coffee shop talking with you.

“She doesn’t enjoy hanging out with me?” you thought as a few tears left your eyes. You kept thinking about the message on your walk home. Unfortunately it was also raining which meant you had to walk in the rain home. Your day couldn’t get any worse.

When you arrived home, you took the pills from your counter and you replied to Ymir’s message.

“I’m sorry.” 

You opened the bottle and placed all the white pills in your hand. You were worthless, your only friend didn’t like you and your life sucked. You gulp down all the pills with some water and sat on your bathroom floor. Waiting to die.

Your eyes were closing softly, your stomach hurt really badly. This was it. Regret flooded through your veins, you didn’t want to die! A knock on the front door made you come back to reality, you dragged your weak body towards the bathroom door, unlocking it. Your vision became blurry and the last thing you saw was the door of your room opening and worried hazel eyes staring at you.

The next time you woke up, you noticed an unusual warmth. Looking around you realized you were in a hospital bed, the warmth was Ymir’s strong arms wrapped around your small body.

You groaned slightly in pain, burying yourself deeper into Ymir. Her hold on you tightened and you let out a sigh of relief. You felt so safe and warm in her embrace. Thats until you started hearing small sniffles coming from above you.

You titled your head up slightly to see Ymir looking down at you, her eyes brimmed red and watery. She quickly hid her face on the top of your head; she was never one to show vulnerability around anyone. In fact, this was the second time you had seen her cry.

“Mir? what’s wrong?” you whispered pulling away from her and looking at her honey eyes, which now had tears running down them. She remained quiet for a few moments, staring at your eyes, a glint of regret and grieve on hers.

“I-I’m so so sorry baby,” she whispered, her voice breaking and her face quickly found home in your neck where she sobbed for what seemed like hours. Soft loving words leaving her lips and apologetic kisses where planted all along your neck. The last words you heard before she fell asleep in our arms made your heart burst with love.

“I love you, don’t leave me princess, I love you,” 

Yelena:

Your hand gripped her gun tightly and you pressed it against your throat. One movement of your finger and your problems would be gone. You would be gone. Tears leave your eyes blurring your vision. Why was this so hard? Why couldn’t you just shoot.

That’s right because of her stupid face. Every time you tried to shoot the image of her sobbing body next to your limp one took over your vision. You couldn’t leave her! She loved you, even if she had cause a fraction of your suffering, you loved her. As soon as you where about to put the gun to the side your head the door open.

“Y/N, I left my gu-” her mouth opened and closed slightly looking at you in disbelieve. 

“wha-what are you doing?” she questioned nervously rubbing the back of her head, hoping that she was wrong. You looked down at the gun in your hands, ashamed.

“Princess?” she spoke again, you had been silent for too long and it was making her nervous; a new emotion for the taller girl.

“I-I’m sorry” you mumble, Yelena’s steps fill the quiet room as she approaches you quietly. She kneels in front of you gently placing her hand above the gun yours still held. She tried pulling on it softly but your grip on the firearm was too strong.

She placed her other hand on yours, the one that was holding the weapon so tightly and she caressed it delicately; as if it was going to break any second.

“Let go, princess, you’re okay, I’m not mad at you,” she mumbled scooting closer to you. Your hand released the gun and she pulled it away sliding it against the floor somewhere behind her. She would have to get rid of it after.

She placed her cold hands on your face, pulling it upwards gently, your eyes met hers; a worried glint coated them and a frown adorned her features. Guilt. That was all you felt, unbeknownst to you her heart felt the same guilt you did, mixed with the uncanny feeling of what if? What if she wouldn’t have come back?

Your lips started quivering slightly and she sighed, when a few tears left your eyes; the ones she loves so much, she quietly pressed her forehead against yours.

“you’re okay Y/N, ‘s okay,” she whispered, reassuring herself more than anything. Your hands wrapped around her waist and you burrowed your head on her chest sobbing uncontrollably, your body shaking.

“Oh, baby,” she whispered, her voice cracking made you cry even harder at the thought of hurting her.

“I’m so- s-sorry,”

“It’s okay darling, don’t apologize, I’m not mad,” she reassured.

Her hand rubbed your back up and down, her scent making you dizzy and relieved as you cried into her chest. She stayed there with you, holding you and reassuring you until your sobbing came to an end and was replaced with small hiccups which where then replaced by deep breaths and soft snores indicating you had drifted off.

Yelena smiled softly at your sleeping body, pulling you tighter against hers. She kissed your forehead gently.

“I love you,” she whispered not daring to move much in fears of waking your peacefully sleeping body. She will have a small, calm talk with you after you awake from your slumber but she knows right now all you need is comfort and she’s there to give that to you.

Also, I decided not to do Sasha because writing this was very hard for me and I couldn’t handle writing another character, sorry. If anybody feels like their lives are not worth anything or that they are better off dead, please reach out to someone. I know this is hard but I am always here for my babies. I love you all <3

#tw: suicide #tw: overdose #tw: gun #ch: Ymir #ch: yelena #ymir aot #ymir fluff #aot fluff #ymir x reader #yelena #yelena aot #yelena x reader #yelena fluff

[bangtangalicious]

death valley (m) | part 4

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader (ABOUT DAMN TIME)

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 8k

warnings: reader discretion is very much advised. multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, yandere behaviors, sex while intoxicated, oral sex (f and m), machoism/pain kink, manipulation, fighting, blood, masterbation, you’ll either fall in love with this yoongi or hate his guts there’s no in between, breath play, branding, choking, borderline abusive behavior, voyeurism, reader is a MESS, HEAVY DRUG USE, character injuries

a/n: im sorry for this lol, had to balance out the yoongi fluff. we’re getting into the more yandere/edgy side of this story so, be careful and dont read if it makes you uncomfortable 

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

Taehyung had been at the hospital all night, catering to Jimin’s every need. As in, making sure his enemies stayed the fuck away from him while he was down, and ensuring that business went about smoothly. He had a knack for these things after all, and he really did love his work. Even if it did seem immoral, Taehyung felt that there was nothing wrong with what he did. People had needs, he had a product to fulfill them. Maybe some people got hurt along the way but every business was like that.

He knew you would be coming at some point, and he was excited to see you. You had looked incredible last night, the image burned into his mind. But you wouldn’t be coming to see him, no, you would be coming for Jimin.

Jimin had told Taehyung that he was going to try to be better to you. Deep down he didn’t think Jimin was capable of that, but as he returned to the hospital room, seeing you looking so worried had him thinking otherwise. He had advised Jimin on the roses and candles thinking that you would hate it. 

You were on the phone when he arrived, standing in the corner and whispering away. Standing on the other side of the room was a man who Taehyung was familiar with, but he knew that the same was not true the other way around. “You must be Hoseok” He reached a hand out and Hobi shook it politely, “I am a friend of Jimin’s. He speaks very highly of your work. My name is Taehyung.”

Hobi smiled, always loving compliments. “Hi, nice to meet you too. It’s so terrible what happened to him” Hobi tried to pull his hand away but Taehyung tightened his grip, causing his face to drop into a confused frown. He then released him, giggling slightly. 

“Honestly it was bound to happen at some point” Taehyung chuckled. “But you know, the police are saying it probably wasn’t an accident. It was intentional” He grinned widely and looked dead into Hobi’s eyes. 

Hobi blinked back at him, “That’s terrible, why would anyone...” Taehyung burst into a fit of laughter, causing Hobi to shift uncomfortably. 

“I’m just kidding” Taehyung pat his back playfully. You ended your call, coming to meet the two boys. You hugged Taehyung tightly, burying your face into his chest, unable to see the way Hobi’s eyes flashed with irritation. 

“How is he?” You asked, looking up at him. Taehyung simply shrugged, quickly glancing down to check his watch.

“Not great. Doctor’s say he will live, in fact he should be conscious by the end of the day, but they still have to run tests to see if he got any brain damage. Obviously he can afford the best care out there so I’m not too worried about it”

You nodded, glancing back at Jimin one last time, “Well, I better head home. Call me if you need anything?” You squeezed Taehyung’s arm affectionately as he nodded.

“You too. Don’t worry too much” You smiled at him, waving awkwardly to Hobi as you left. You wondered what you would spend the day doing. You figured you could just spend the day with Jungkook and Namjoon, they knew the area better than you did. You unlocked your door and stepped in. Your blood ran cold.

Everything was ruined. The place was an absolute mess--television shattered, chairs thrown around, as if a hurricane had flown through. Your breathing quickened as you looked around frantically.

“Jungkook?” You had made it home too late last night to check on him, and even this morning you weren’t entirely certain you had seen him. You assumed he was still asleep. But now the boy was no where to be seen. Did he do this?

You stepped into your apartment, careful with your footwork, not wanting to step on the scraps of broken furniture that scattered across your floor. A crumbled sheet of paper was on the remnants of your kitchen counter.

Moved out. Sorry. Be safe. - JK

The paper dropped from your hand as you were too shocked and confused to even comprehend his words. Where do I go? You fumbled in your purse for your phone, scrolling to your contacts. Jin. Jin. Jin. You dialed his number, only to get him at voicemail. Fuck okay. Then who? You quickly left your apartment, taking care to really lock the door.

You were embarrassed to say the least as you found yourself yet again at Yoongi’s doorstep. That’s what you get for letting a shady drug dealer stay with you. Yoongi opened the door, looking not so much surprised as expectant. 

“You have the day off Y/n” He said in place of a greeting.

“No I know, and I don’t mean to bother you on your day off...” Yoongi waved away your concerns, allowing you to step inside. He shut the door, locking it with a click, so soft you thought you may have imagined it. You continued to explain, “My place got robbed. I sorta had a roommate and I guess he moved out...and now the place is trashed” Yoongi raised his eyebrows.

“Always something interesting happening to you” He almost laughed. You nodded sheepishly, “You’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like, I don’t really have any plans for the day.” You thanked him eagerly, following him into his kitchen. “Do you think it was your roommate? Who trashed your apartment?” You were surprised at his interest. You assumed he would have just ignored you after letting you in. 

“I guess it could be. I don’t think he is a bad person but I guess a lot of evidence is pointing otherwise.” Yoongi nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “I’ll let the police know, hopefully they will figure it out.” You noticed the soft tapping of his fingers on the counter, fingers that were now much closer to your own than they were a second ago. You met his eyes briefly before focusing back on the way you fingers slightly stretched out, seeking his touch. He pulled his hand away quickly.

“Would you like to do something?” He asked, speaking confidently but nerves evident in the way his voiced wavered “I was going to just play around in my home studio all day but if there’s something else..” You shook your head.

“If it’s okay with you, that sounds great”

Maybe the universe had decided to take pity on you. About damn time. Yoongi welcomed you into his private studio--he had two in his home, but the other was locked up. He said he just kept old instruments in there now.

He brought out his guitar and began strumming along. You sat by his side, watching in awe as his fingers effortlessly played out beautiful progressions. “I heard you used to be Jimin’s fan” Yoongi stated. You blushed.

“Oh yeah. I was obsessed. Would go to every single one of his shows, hung out with his band and staff. I was a total groupie. He’s met me he just doesn’t remember it” You sighed ironically, “I mean why would he”

“You’re hard to forget” Yoongi stated, bringing an even deeper flush to your face. His words were flirtatious, but his voice steady. He played a few more chords, “I’ve known Jimin for a very...very long time. I’m surprised he’s so interested in you. You’re not really his usual type” He squints at you, “Really makes me wonder why. Who are you Y/n?” He sets his guitar aside, handing it to you. “You try”

It had been a while since you played guitar. You recalled learning a few things back in the day when you would wait backstage of Jimin’s performances. You nervously began to strum, watching as Yoongi nodded in approval. He knelt down next to you, wrapping his hand around yours, on the neck of the instrument. His fingers matched yours, guiding them into different positions, while his other hand remained on the small of your back. “There you go. Perfect” He glanced at your face, brows furrowed in focus “Just perfect”

He shifted, taking a seat behind as he wrapped his other arm around you, over yours landing on the strings. With his chin on your shoulder, he guided your hands into playing fun upbeat riff. You giggled as he got into a rhythm, letting him puppet your fingers beneath his. He smelled like heaven--clean like sheets of fresh linen. The heat of his body radiated through you, and you felt your heart beat faster and faster. Yoongi was humming softly to himself along with the music. 

His hands came to a still, and the whole world seemed to freeze around you. All you could hear was the numbing pounds of your own heart. Your voice in your head begging it to quiet down. He didn’t move. You didn’t move.

“Y/n” His lips were so incredibly close to your neck it had you shivering. You let out a gasp, wanting to reel it back as soon as it left you because Yoongi then moved away from you instantly. 

You didn’t even wanna know how flustered you must have looked, but Yoongi seemed unfazed. 

You had made plans to meet Jin later that afternoon, informing Yoongi that you would return in a few hours. He kindly offered to drive you where you needed to go and you agreed. 

After all, how could you refuse such a sweet guy.

-

Jin’s knee bounced rapidly as he waited for you in the parking lot of a nearby strip mall. He wondered if the man from earlier may have kidnapped you or something, he shuddered recalling the words we’ll deliver her right to you.

He saw a glimpse of your face, smiling as you chatted with the man driving you. Jin’s entire body froze with fear. It’s him. He met the man’s eyes briefly as you stepped out of the car. The man smirked at him, bringing a finger to his lips, before then making a finger gun and pointing it at you, reminding Jin what was at stake. He slightly nodded his head as you entered his passenger seat, and the man drove away, satisfied. 

You turned as much as you could to face him. You noticed the lack of color in his face right away. “Who was that?” His voice was weak. You scrunched your eyebrows.

“Are you for real? You’re chasing down Jimin and you don’t know Yoongi? They’re pretty close...he’s his producer. He’s my boss too. My place got robbed and I have to stay with him for a bit. I tried calling you but you didn’t answer”

“Uh yeah...sorry about that” Jin cleared his throat, “Anyways, I looked into what you told me so far. I wanted to go over some details with you” You nodded, “You’re saying that it is possible that Jung Hoseok kidnapped you and Namjoon. Can I know where or who was the source of the pills you took that evening?”

Your eyes widened. You hadn’t even thought of that, “Oh...Namjoon brought them but Jungkook gave them to him”

Jin stroked his chin in thought, “Right. I figured. And do you know where Jimin was when all this happened?” You shook your head again.

“What about Kim Taehyung? He’s his friend, and a gangster. He found cameras in my apartment that apparently Jungkook put in my place” 

Jin paused for a moment, “Wow... You’re in deep. Do you think it was possible that Jungkook kidnapped you guys?”

“No, he’s the one who found them”

“So he says” Jin shrugged, pulling out his phone to type in some notes.

“I really doubt it was Jungkook. He’s Namjoon’s friend”

“Friends don’t drug friends, putting them in near death situations” Jin stated blandly. You felt squeamish. “Plus he randomly moved in with you? That’s suspicious. And Jungkook also wasn’t at Jimin’s little soiree when the accident happened?” You nodded, “Who was there?”

“Taehyung...and Yoongi” Jin raised his eyebrows.

“Yoongi was at the party? Really? Huh” He bit his lip, “But Yoongi drives a black cadillac? And so does Namjoon?”

“Namjoon also hates Jimin, he thinks Jimin made him lose and I think he might also be jealous of him. Jimin has never seemed to care much about Namjoon either way though” You mentioned, “But whoever kidnapped us didn’t like Namjoon because they beat him up pretty bad”

“Does anyone have a reason not to like Namjoon?” You laughed at the question.

“I mean I don’t think so, but” You gulped, “Hobi might have...been jealous. Or or or!” A thought came to you, “He’s in the Death Valley gang right? Maybe they were like punishing him for not beating you?”

Jin considered your idea. “And does anyone have a reason not to like Jimin...besides Namjoon?” You shook your head.

“Maybe Hobi again, if he was jealous but he didn’t know that I..” You trailed off.

“That you were sleeping with Jimin?” Jin grinned, before setting his phone down and letting out a deep sigh. “Wow well...this is a lot to work with. While Jimin is out of commission, I think it would be wise to go after Jungkook. The lower workers of gangs often have a lot of contacts and information. Tell me Y/n,” He placed a hand on your knee, “Would you be willing to do something for me?”

It was a simple request. Jin needed you to find out a location. The place where he suspected that the King as he began to refer to him as, might be found. The place the drugs were being made and distributed. You were to manipulate Jungkook and have him take you there, and then tell Jin where the action was taking place.

You had no idea where Jungkook was though, so you called Namjoon. Namjoon texted you an address, and Jin dropped you there. It was a ways out from the city, which made you a bit nervous. You arrived at what seemed to be a mansion. "Take this” Jin handed you a small bug, “To record him in case. Call if you need me okay. I’ll make sure you’re always safe, I promise” You nodded, thanking him before heading into the house.

You rang the doorbell, feeling greatly underdressed for a place of this grandeur, in nothing but a graphic tee you borrowed from Yoongi and your shorts. Jungkook answered, freezing upon seeing you--eyes wide. He’s still so fucking cute. Even if he probably is really dangerous.

“You shouldn’t be here” Jungkook stammered, diverting his eyes from yours. He twiddled his fingers as you scoffed.

“What the hell happened to my apartment? Why did you move out?” Jungkook sighed, stepping back so you could walk inside. The house was insane--a modern crystal chandelier adorned the ceiling between two long sets of stairs. The walls were a cool grey. “Do you live here?” He nodded.

“Yeah uh...job pays well” He gave your a sheepish smile. You gaped at him, as he led you to one of many sitting rooms. “You look good” You took a seat in front of him.

Do whatever you need to do. I’ll keep you safe. Jin’s words came back to you. How can I get him to take me there? “Look, I don’t care what you did...how could you leave me without saying goodbye?” You blinked at him innocently. “I really like you, and I liked living with you. I trusted you”

“I didn’t want to baby” He bent down to kiss your knees, hand stroking your legs. “Of course I didn’t want to leave. I had to, to protect Namjoon. They were gonna kill him if I didn’t leave you alone. Y/n I’m...not someone you should be around. I’m a bad guy. I do bad things.” 

“Let me decide that for myself. Show me who you really are. I’m not afraid of you” Total lie. You were scared shitless. But as the boy’s wavering eyes looked up at you, you pitied him. It must be lonely doing what he does. All this money, but no one to share it with. Dangerous...but still human.

And so you convinced him. Using your charms and exploiting the fact that a guy like him was young at lonely at heart. You didn’t feel great about it, but you knew it had to be done. To your surprise, he brought you to Death Valley.

The bar was closed--it was far too early. But Jungkook went around to the back. You followed him as he lead you through an entrance. It didn’t go into the main place, but instead you found yourself at an elevator. He held your hand tightly as he pressed in a keycode to activate the elevator. 

“This is where the magic happens” He speaks confidently, and you can tell he feels comfortable in this place. The doors slide open to reveal a clandestine drug lab. There were beakers, pressure canisters, all sorts of machinery lined up along the walls. In the back you could see a garden of what you assumed was weed. It was a fairly large space, you assumed it was the whole basement of Death Valley. 

“Wow” Jungkook bent down to shuffle through some things until he pulled out a duffel bag, unzipping it to reveal stacks of cash. You had never seen so much money in your life.

“This isn’t even a dent of what we get” He says, taking a wad and handing it to you, “Smell it. It’s fun” You took the money, flipping through it and inhaling the scent of richness. For a moment you wondered what would happen if you just kept it, but you knew Jungkook could easily destroy you if he needed to. Best not to play around. You handed the money back.

You paced around the lab, looking at things with great interest. “Hey Y/n” You turned to see Jungkook holding up a small ziplock with what looked like syringes. “You wanna? On the house” He winked shyly.

“Sure”

You followed Jungkook back to his car, sliding into the backseat so that he could administer the drugs to you properly. This is the same guy who almost killed your friend. What the fuck are you doing right now? Your mind was already in shambles. Whether it was the guilt of manipulating Jungkook, the stress of being in the situation you were in, or the strong desire you had to just go wild and forget about your idol being unconscious and your home being trashed.

You watched as Jungkook injected the liquid into your forearm, kissing the skin after tossing the syringe aside. He proceeded to inject himself and you felt comforted that he was accompanying you. “Don’t worry. This isn’t too strong” 

He was probably talking to you but you felt a wave of serenity take over you making the world around you go quiet. Lost in thought, you began to smile. In a way, you felt elated. Your life was amazing. What were you worried about? Looking at the attractive man who was smiling like a puppy, so eager to please you, you couldn’t remember why you had been so stressed out. 

You wanted to give him everything. He deserved everything. “Jungkook” You mumbled, throwing your body onto his and pushing him back. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. You inhaled him, he was sweating slightly, likely nervous while showing you the lab. You shut your eyes and allowed yourself to simply feel the way his chest was rising and falling underneath yours. He began to fondle your ass. 

“You know. I thought living with you would mean I would get to fuck you more often” Jungkook smiled widely. You sat up. Your sex life had felt so dramatic lately, you frowned thinking back to Jimin’s little show. That wasn’t you--you wanted to have fun. You wanted to go insane. Jungkook was perfect--Jungkook was everything. You could fuck him over and over again any way you wanted. Why did you ever doubt that?

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard” You pleaded, rolling your hips into him slightly. Jungkook’s eyes flashed.

“Yeah?” He sat up, pushing you off of him, “Get fucking naked and bend over you slut” You melted at the word. Excitement soared through you as the two of you stripped down to nothing, Jungkook not missing a beat to harshly grab your breasts as you got into position.

“I want it hard. Really hard.” You begged. Jungkook nodded. “Slap me, pull my hair, use me, I don’t care I just need it. Now” Your whining was turning him on. He had never seen you like this. 

“Anything you want baby” He smacked your ass, watching the skin jiggle before he made his way behind you, bent over your frame as you gripped the edge of the carseat. His head brushed against the top of the car--it was far from comfortable. He slid his hands under your arms and pinched your nipples tightly, then proceeded to slide his hands up to your neck. “Is this okay?”

“Shut up” You snapped, “You’re a bad guy aren’t you Kook? Show me. Be bad. Destroy me please” He trembled slightly. You feel him stroke his cock, his hand brushing up against the bottom of your stomach as he pressed his lips onto the back of your shoulder. He pulled your hair, causing you to groan in pleasure. The pain. The pain was so good.

What were you doing? Did you miss Jimin? You were guilty. He was in the hospital because of you wasn’t he. Thoughts ran rampant in your mind as Jungkook guided his cock inside of you. 

“So...fucking” He pushed deep into you, “Tight...fuck” He exhaled heavily, hugging himself onto your back.

“Fuck me Jungkook. Fuck me like a toy” Jungkook’s eyes rolled back as he pulled out of you, thrusting back with full force. The car creaked at the pressure.

“Just like that, please...please” You begged desperately, prompting Jungkook to piston in and out of you like he never had before. He clawed at your shoulders, digging his nails into you as you screamed out his name.

“You’re so fucking hot holy shit” He whined, eyes glued to the way his cock sunk into you. He smacked your ass, “Such a fucking slut” 

“Yes I wanna be a slut. I wanna be your slut” You cried out, burying your head into the seat. He slapped you again before gripping your hips and pulling you back onto him. Your head kept hitting the seat over and over again. “More...MORE” You growled. Jungkook tried to go faster but he physically couldn’t. He didn’t want to rush. He wanted to enjoy this. But you were losing your mind. You wanted to pass out. You wanted to disappear. 

Jungkook nipped at your ear, “God I missed your pussy, so fucking good for me, takes me so fucking well” He was close, but he wanted you to come. He reached his hand down to your clit and began to rub you rapidly.

You tilted your head back in pleasure as the feeling of his large fingers on your clit drove you into a frenzy. Seeing you so fucked out turned him on even more, and he came quickly, shamelessly, deep inside you. You  tumbled down, but Jungkook continued to touch you, soon throwing your legs over his shoulders and pushing his tongue deep inside you.

You closed your thighs onto his head, pulling his hair as you continued to scream. “God yes...fuck...fuck” You looked out the window briefly. Your eyes landed on a car that had parked next to the two of you. 

You squinted as Jungkook continued to eat you out, soon recognizing Jin’s handsome face. He watched intently, his eyes shot with lust. You moaned, not breaking eye contact with Jin for a second as Jungkook lapped away at your juices.

“I’m...I’m” You bit your lip and your hips jerked forward. You squirted all over Jungkook’s face, screaming at the top of your lungs. Jungkook caught you in an embrace as you fell back with exhaustion, almost falling off the seats.

Jungkook stroked you affectionately, kissing you softly and mumbling apologies to your body for his roughness. You heard a tap on the window. Jungkook jumped as he saw Jin, covering you immediately. He rolled down the window.

“If you guys are finished, I can drop her home” He smiled charmingly. You laughed. Everything slowed. Somehow Jin and Jungkook had gotten you back into your clothes and into his car. Somehow Jin had put up with you--a mess of laughing fits as he returned to your apartment. Somehow you found your way back home. 

-

You giggled, tumbling into the hallway before you pulled your way to Yoongi’s door. You had no idea what time it must have been, but hopefully he was asleep. You fumbled with the lock, unable to correctly insert the key with how your eyes were rendered useless. You tripped over your own feet, falling with a soft thud onto the carpeted hall. 

The door opened, and you looked up, squinting to see Yoongi. You expected that he would look annoyed, but no--this man looked furious. Nevertheless he took a deep breath and crouched down to you, taking your hands in his own.

“Come on” He urged as he carefully helped you stand. You shifted your weight, throwing your arms over his shoulders as you latched on for dear life. Yoongi’s touch was tender, not at all manhandling you. He led you to the kitchen and helped you onto a stool before turning the facet on to get you some water. He handed you a glass but you simply blinked, mind numb but seriously wondering how exactly Yoongi had managed to turn upside down. 

He sighed and pushed the glass to your lips, softly pulling your head back to allow you to drink the cool liquid. You drank a few sips before choking, Yoongi stopped, wiping your mouth with the bottom of his shirt. Unlucky for you that you missed a glimpse at his abs. Your head landed on his shoulder as you looked up at him, your eyes wide with confusion and fascination.

“Yoooooooongi” You drew out the vowel, attempting to be cute when you looked anything but. “You” You tapped his chest as he raised his eyebrows at you “Youuuu are Yooooongi.” You burst into a fit of giggles, almost falling back before you feel Yoongi’s chest against your back, preventing you from tipping over. He grips your shoulders softly.

“Yes, I am Yoongi” He speaks to you straightforwardly, as if you were perfectly sane and make a perfectly sane statement. He steadied your balance before going over the his refrigerator. The cold air washed over him as he scanned for something to feed you and help you through the state you were in. 

Yoongi wasn’t the best at taking care of himself--besides the Red Bulls and various types of fruits in his possession, he didn’t have much else to offer you. He sighed before slamming the fridge shut and moving instead to search his cabinets. His eyes zero in on a pack of ramen noodles. 

He quickly begins to boil some water, preparing the quick dish for you as you began to mumble incoherently. “Yooooooongi. You are Yoooongi. Mr. Min Yooooongi” 

Yoongi hummed his agreement in response, as he dropped in the noodle pack and spices, stirring the pot. He turned back to face you as the meal cooked, leaning forward against the counter. You smiled lazily at him.

“You’re hot” You puckered your lips at him and blew him air kisses “I wanna kiss you Mr. Min Yoongi MWAH”

The edge of his lips curved into a smirk, he looked from your eyes down your body and back up, shaking his head in amusement. He turned back around to stir the noodles. They looked about done. He grabbed a bowl and poured them out, taking a pair of chopsticks and stirring the soupy dish around. He came to your side, lifting up some noodle with the chopsticks and blowing at it furiously, trying to lessen the heat so he could get the food into you as quickly as possible. 

“Open up” He brought the bowl to your face to feed you. Your lips parted, allowing him to push the steaming noodles in. You slurped as he retracted his hand, getting ready with another bite. This went on, and he slowly fed you not minding how sloppily you took the food.

“That’s yummy” You remarked. Yoongi set down the bowl before bringing his hand to your face. He wiped off the stains that had formed all over the edges of your lips with his thumb, letting his finger roll over the plump skin before pushing his finger into your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his thumb. You looked at him with large eyes as he attempted to remove his finger only for you to grab his wrist and keep him where he was. 

Yoongi gulped as you took hold of his hand and continued to suck his thumb, mimicking a certain obscenity that had his eyes darkening. He trembled slightly.

“Y/n” His voice was reprimanding, and you released his thumb reluctantly, your lips smacking as he drew away from you. He stared down at his hand, thumb covered in your saliva. He chuckled slightly before looking back at you, running the side of his thumb over his lips, wiping you off of his own tongue.

You didn’t realize you had moaned at the gesture, but Yoongi definitely had. He moved in closer to you, standing between your legs and gliding his fingers oh so softly over your tingling skin. You felt shy suddenly, looking away.

Yoongi just watched you, smiling to himself as you unraveled in blushes under his gaze. You felt overwhelmed. How could he do this all simply by looking at you?

He didn’t dare step any closer, but continued to run his fingers up and down your skin, leaving a burning trail wherever they touched. You squirmed, grabbing his hands and pressing them to lie flat against your thighs. Yoongi gave you an innocently confused look.

“You’re teasing me” You pouted. Yoongi shook his head.

“I’m not doing anything my love” He pulled his hands back, “Not yet” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills, emptying one into his hand. He took the pill and slid it into your mouth, you gulped it down.

“Good girl. That’ll help you get some sleep” Yoongi stroked your hair, “Come on, you can sleep on my bed tonight” You nodded excitedly. Yoongi turned, motioning for you to hop onto his back, which you were more than eager to do. His hands cupped the underside of your thighs as he lifted you off the stool and towards his room, dropping you off carefully on his bed.

“Let’s get you changed” He muttered, “Can you change by yourself love?” He dropped to his knees in front of you. You attempted to sit up, shaking your head. He took a deep breath, letting his eyes close and gathering himself before he then reached to unbutton your shorts.

He tried to look away as he pulled them off your body, you legs rising to help him. He tossed them aside as you laid back down on the mattress.

“Wait” Yoongi pursed his lips, as you let your eyes flutter close. He straddled you carefully, making sure not to touch you any more than he had to. He stared at your chest, wondering how to take off the black tank top you had on. Wondering if you even were wearing anything under it because he had a feeling you weren’t. 

He let his fingers slide under the thin straps, tugging them down as they revealed the tops of your breasts. He gulped, furrowing his brows. “Come on it’s nothing you haven’t already seen” He mumbled softly to himself before yanking the straps down completely to your wrists, you breasts popping out of their constraints. 

He could feel his pants tightening as he wrestled the top off of you. He jumped off of you quickly, clutching his rapidly beating heart and panting heavily. “Fuck” He glanced back at you, now topless in nothing but your panties.

His whole body was shaking, trying to convince himself to stop looking but you were too angelic. Your body seemed to call his name. He bit down on his lip, clenching his fists and digging his nails in. In a burst of self control he quickly pulled his own shirt off and pulled it over your unsuspecting head. Finally you were covered.

Yoongi’s cock was throbbing, the image of your body so clear in his mind. He let out a shaky breath. He dropped back down to his knees, looking at the way your legs were ever so slightly spread still. He leaned his face in closer, closing his eyes as his nose brushed against the insides of your thighs, not daring to get too close. 

He inhaled sharply, reaching his hand down to slide down his pajamas, his cock popping out, eager and ready. He gulped as he began stroking himself, careful to not move too much, careful to keep his eyes closed. He wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, not like this. As his hand began pumping himself furiously, he couldn’t help the painful cries that left his trembling lips. 

He pulled his face away, opening his eyes to look at your blissfully sleeping state. “Fuck” He spit into his hand quickly before continuing to glide his firm grip over his cock.

His mind was in shambles. This is wrong. Stop it. Yoongi scolded himself. Your kind sleeping eyes seemed to coo him in comfort. It’s okay. She’s fine.

No. This is wrong. Yoongi screamed internally. But she wants me. She said that didn’t she? She’s barely conscious you fucking sicko. 

Yoongi let out a loud whine before quickly running into the bathroom, trying to save your decency and his own, but finding release quickly in the privacy of his own space. 

Maybe you were even now. He just did that, and you had pissed him off by coming home high out of your mind, and so late. Yeah. Yeah that’s fair. 

He returned to tuck you into the covers before he himself slid into the bed next to you. He turned off the lights, rolling over to find some rest of his own. It’s entirely possible that he was conscious as he pressed up against you, carefully pulling you into a soft embrace. How could he know? It was impossible to see after all. 

The next morning you knew you were in for it, as you waddled into the kitchen, still sore from last nights...endeavors. Yoongi seemed to be wiping something off of his kitchen knife. He set down the utensil and gave you a stern look.

“I--” You began but Yoongi set his hand up. “Where the hell were you last night?” His voice frightened you. He was pissed, jaw clenched as he made his way over to you, “Answer me right now!” He growled. “Who were you with huh? Were you at Death Valley?” You didn’t answer, too astounded by his fuming rage. He grabbed your shoulders and gripped them firmly, shaking you.

“Yoongi you’re hurting me” You squeaked out, only causing him to tighten his grip. “Fuck you, I don’t have to tell you anything! You’re not my boyfriend. You don’t own me.” You laughed darkly. Yoongi pushed you back against the wall, caging your head between his forearms. He was so so close to you, you felt his whole body against yours.

Your eyes shifted from his lips back to him, crossing pathways with his gaze to see his eyelids flutter. His lips parted ever so slightly, and you clenched your hand into a fist, waiting. He leans in, and so do you. You could almost taste him. Your knees went weak, and you felt a surge of heat within you. Please.

He hesitated, and you felt like he was about to pull away. You quickly grabbed his collar and slid your lips onto his, kissing him softly. You melted into him. He tasted as sweet as you had hoped, if not sweeter. Your hands trembled as you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of him. Something...something so beautiful flew through your veins. You wanted to feel everything he had to give you, and you wanted him to feel everything you had to give him too. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced. 

Yoongi backed away with a start, leaving you panting heavily. You searched his eyes for a reaction, heart dropping when you saw none. Until he cupped your chin and brought his lips back on you. He deepened the kiss, hands traveling down your sides. He pressed his hips into you as your arms wrapped around his neck, clenching his hair. 

He took a deep breath, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Turn around” And you obeyed. He tore your clothes off harshly, not caring as the fabric would yank against you. Once you were naked, you heard him shuffle around. It sounded like he was grabbing something.

Suddenly you felt something incredibly hot against your neck. Yoongi pushed your hair away and your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing. He slowly traced something and you screamed. He was branding you. 

He blew at your neck, attempting to ease the burn as he continued to slowly carve letters on the back of your neck. You didn’t stop him. You didn’t want to stop him. You sobbed at the pain, but you felt yourself getting wetter by the second, craving him more and more. 

“Yoongi” You cried, hearing him shush you. Finally the burn stopped, leaving only the searing after pain of the letters burned into your skin. He appeared to rub some sort of cream over, providing some cooling relief. You groaned, the numbness feeling so good after the scorching heat. He brought his lips over the scar. 

“Look at me” He grabbed your jaw and turned you back towards him. He too was now undressed. You saw that he had set a lighter and a branding iron on his table. He grasped your neck, “I love you”

Your vision went hazy but you nodded, unsure if you had actually heard him say it or if you were imagining things. He took your breast into his mouth, biting harshly as you yelped out. He loved hearing you cry, it drove him wild. He continued to suckle you as he smacked your throbbing pussy.

“Fuck” You winced as he began to bite down and bruise your breasts. The pain overwhelmed you, you almost felt limp, but Yoongi held you up. You sank into him, exhausted already but Yoongi was just getting started. 

Was this a dream? He helped you down onto the floor, laying you on your back. He climbed over your practically lifeless body, trailing kisses up until he found your lips again.

“Yoongi” You sighed blissfully as he sucked on your lips. He moved to kissing your neck, biting down as you squirm. He traced a finger against you cunt and without warning he shoved it in. “Yoongi!” You screamed at his force. He was absolutely ruthless. He pumped his fingers quickly, adding another. You shut your eyes, focusing on the sound of your soaked walls. “It hurts. Yoongi it hurts” You choked, tears building in your eyes. 

“I know baby. But you hurt me too. It’s only fair” He kissed you tenderly, “I love you so much. Next time it won’t hurt so much I promise” You were convinced that you were either asleep or hallucinating. 

“Fuck me” You gasped as he dug his fingers deep inside you, “Just fuck me please” He let out a heavy sigh, removing his fingers from inside you before shoving them in your mouth. 

“Not yet my love. Soon. But not yet” You coughed, unable to breathe. Yoongi removed his hand, covering his lips with yours one last time before slapping you clean across the face. You were out like a light. It’s a dream. It has to be.

-

The fight was today. It was all Namjoon could talk about at work. He asked you to come early to be with him while he warmed up, and you agreed, hoping that you would be able to keep an eye on him and make sure nothing sketchy was going on in the process. 

During your lunch break, Jin picked you up and drove you somewhere hidden so you could update him on things. 

“So death valley is the heart of all this huh?” He chuckled, “Listen, I didn’t tell you this earlier but...someone threatened me, and I have to throw the fight otherwise they’re gonna kill you.”

“Jin--” You started. You didn’t want anyone to get hurt because of you.

“Not even a question, I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I swear. I’ll lose, and then I’m gonna sneak down to the lab and see if I can find him. I’m assuming he will be collecting and storing the money he will win.”

“A...are you sure? Namjoon could really hurt you. He really wants to” You stated, chuckling bitterly. Jin squeezed your hand.

“This is my job. My fight. Literally. Just trust me, you’re gonna be safe”

You arrived to the arena early. It was empty, aside from a few staff members who appeared to be cleaning the place up. You made your way to the back doors, feeling a sense of dread as you walked along the familiar hallways that brought you into this mess in the first place.

“Namjoon?” You knew he was around there somewhere. You could hear the sound of a punching bag somewhere, following it until you arrived at a room. Namjoon was warming up, headphones over his ears blasting music. You smiled inwardly as you recognized the song. You walked in, causing Namjoon to finally notice your presence. He slide off his headphones, wiping his forehead off with the towel around his neck.

“Hey” He made his way to you, giving you a quick embrace. He was covered in sweat, you could tell he had been practicing for a while. “Thanks for coming. Being around you eases my nerves”

“Of course. You’re gonna do great okay”

Namjoon shook his head, “Y/n, this is it. If it win this fight I’m gonna be set. I can quit this for good. I can leave the gang I can go back and focus on my music again. I will. I promise you this.” You smiled fondly at his excitement, “But if I lose...I can’t...I can’t lose” You touched his arm.

“Namjoon. Look at me. You’re gonna do great okay, I believe in you” Namjoon grabbed your face and pulled you into a kiss, you almost screamed out in surprise. “Joon what the fuck?” He didn’t relent, holding you firmly against him as he kissed you long and hard. You could hear him whine softly through his kisses. He’s just nervous. I should help him out. You let your hand find the waistline of his shorts, tugging them down so you could palm his cock.

“Y/n...fuck” He groaned as you brought out his cock and began stroking it slowly, looking him in the eye. You left a trail of kisses down his chest, and he watched as you playfully licked his nipples a few times before lowering onto your knees.

“Poor baby” You mumbled as your lips covered his yearning tip. “My big strong little boy” Namjoon’s knees wobbled, “Let me help you baby” You ran your tongue across his cock.

Namjoon was impatient. He put his hands into your hair and pushed himself down your throat. You gagged as he cried out in pleasure. He clenched your scalp harshly, nails digging into you. Pain soared as he pulled your head back and forth forcefully. You let him do it. He was stressed after all. 

“Your mouth feels so good” He cursed out as he began to rapidly thrust into you. You could barely breathe, saliva and his girth blocking your lungs. You could feel his cock twitch. It hurt...but seeing the bliss on his face made it worth it as he came quickly, shooting his hot load down your throat before releasing his grip on you. The movement was so sudden, your head fell back, neck straining with pain. You gasped for air, coughing everywhere. Your eyes were blurred with tears from pain. Namjoon didn’t notice, as he dressed himself back up and returned to warming up. You sat on the floor dazed.

You heard the door creak behind you, and turning to see it come to a close. Was someone watching? You laid back, feeling the cold concrete against your back, sighing deeply. You had a horrible...horrible feeling about this fight.

You found a seat in the arena after Namjoon left, ready to watch and support your friend. “Hey” Taehyung, as expected, climbed into the seat besides you, waving slightly, “Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head, “How is Jimin?”

Taehyung sighed and shrugged, “He’s awake now. Still waiting on test results but I took him back home. He’s resting. You should go see him when you can” You nodded, admiring the man next to you for how well he cared for his friend despite everything. 

The lights dimmed, focus landing on the ring in front of you. 

Namjoon came out, looking fierce and energized. You shouted proudly, cheering him on. Jin came out on the other side. You glanced at Taehyung who was simply watching carefully. 

The second the ref began the match, Namjoon pounced on Jin. He quickly dodged him. They went on, back and forth. The crowd was wilding. Namjoon landed a blow on Jin, sending him flying back. He quickly got back up, ducking under Namjoon to push him down.

Your heart was racing, unsure of who you should really be hoping walks out a winner. You wanted Namjoon to win so he would just stop. But seeing Jin get hurt wasn’t a pleasant thought either, especially since your life almost depended on him. 

“Yeah?” Taehyung answered a call, motioning to you that he would be right back. You continued to watch the fight, Namjoon grunted as he pummeled Jin with punches. Blood tricked from Jin’s lip, but he wiped it off.

Your stomach went queasy as you saw the expression on his face. You knew Jin was planning to lose, but in that moment you saw nothing but sheer fury in his eyes. He looked ready to kill. 

As if the universe heard your thoughts, Jin planted a fierce uppercut, sending Namjoon flying onto the ground. 

Your ears deafened as the cheers of the crowd faded against your pounding heart as Namjoon lay, knocked out completely. Blood leaked from his head. You looked around but Taehyung was nowhere to be seen.

Jin was declared the winner, but Namjoon didn’t stir. You felt faint. You tried to catch Jin’s attention, confused out of your mind at what you had just seen. 

“Y/n” You turned to see that Taehyung had returned. He also looked worried and simultaneously pissed. “Let’s go. Now” He grabbed your wrist and yanked you towards the exit, almost running as he pushed aside the crowd. 

“What’s going on? What are you doing?” You snapped at Taehyung as he practically threw you into a car. Another. Black. Cadillac?

“Shut up” He growled, “Or I’ll fucking make you” He hopped in the drivers seat and stepped on the gas.

“Wait! Where are you taking me? What about Namjoon? I have to see if he’s okay!” Taehyung ignored you, eyes glued to the road. “Taehyung stop the fucking car!” You shouted. 

“Relax...you’re gonna be just fine” A voice came from the backseat, and you whirled around. 

“My love”

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a/n: ooOOO. yoongi is a bad bad boy, but is he the bad bad boy??? ;) why did jin actually win the fight? was yoongi the one who threatened jin? (ok yes but why! he said he loves her!) the biggest prank--who hurt jimin! it couldnt have been tae or yoongi sooo

im like,,,trying to be subtle with the way i phrase things to give hints but idk if it actually comes across or if im just losing my mind. lmk lol

as always thanks for reading, have a great day and HAPPY BUTTER WEEK im sooo ready for this comeback. next update will be in a while, but its gonna be a sexxxxyyyy one:) (with less pain kink and like...literal abuse lol sorry about that uh...yeah) smut pairs up on the masterlist, stay tuneddd :))))

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Yes hi can I geettttttt one large Katsuki with a side of dick please?

yes ma'am coming right up....... ok its ready come pick it up at the register

keyword: LARGE katsuki... extra large... 2 XL.... 3 xl.... head go brrrrr

premise: where in which you model dynamight’s new clothing line and for whatever reason dynamight himself can’t keep his hands off of u...

enjoy <3<3 i kinda popped off lowkey (even tho i ended up using his hero name smh im sowwy)

-

It’s not like you’re small.

You think you’re a good size. Absolutely fine, of a perfect height, in a perfect body, everything. There is not a single thing about you that isn’t normal or expected, and for all the time you spend thinking about your looks, in the end, your body, for all it’s worth, is yours and actually quite comfortable.

But damn. If Katsuki Bakugo, the infamous, the incredible, Dynamight, isn’t one of the largest men you have ever seen in your fucking life.

In comparison to him, you might as well be the size of a kid. A doll.

It’s not like you didn’t know this... or at least, could have guessed. His height is broadcasted to the world in all the interviews he’s in, and mentioned in almost every hero gossip magazine like it’s the only cool thing about him… It’s just that, in real life, he’s a bit more... imposing… than you thought he would be. 

The only real images you have of him are from the sports festivals you watched when you were younger, and the blurry shots from the news that play on repeat almost every day.

Neither of which truly encapsulate the sheer size of him in comparison to you, and really, what a powerhouse of a man he actually is.

Bakugo towers over everyone, at least by a full head, and what he doesn’t have in height, he makes up for in bulk. His body is nothing less than that of a statue’s, and by all means just goes to show anyone, villain or not, that he is an absolute machine of destruction, a predator, you name it, wrapped in muscle and sinew and brutal, pink scars.

And he is currently shirtless, standing on the well-lit, white tarp of the studio background, waiting for you.

“Where’s the new extra?”

He bemoans, his expression curved into a mean scowl, practically stomping a foot in the direction of his manager, to which your stomach does flip flops and your heart sinks. Too busy caught up in watching him from afar, you rush to pull off the robe they draped you in and hurry to his side, dressed only in a Dynamight themed lingerie set and boots, held together with ridged, green garters.

“I’m here, I’m sorry, I-“

Bakugo’s eyes flit to yours, halting your nervous words instantly, before moving his gaze to look you up and down as he nods his head back and gestures to his side.

“Doesn’t matter now,” he purrs, his voice deep and rough, a hand reaching out to grab your arm, “Get over here.”

You nod, quickly, your teeth knocking together as you move into position beside him and face the camera that’s been teasing you since you got here.

Hired to model a new line of intimate, Dynamight clothing march, you know that his agency only called you because everyone else on their roster had quit. They called you because supposedly Dynamight was sick of looking at “models…” and said that out of everyone, you were the only one he had approved of… Though you know that probably just means that all the other girls were chased away by Bakugo’s mean snarl, and you were the first replacement to answer the phone.

Still…

Part of you doesn’t entirely believe that, at least if the way you feel Katsuki Bakugo practically salivating over your shoulder is anything to go by, his wide chest against your back as he very, non-discreetly presses his hips into your ass and runs his thick hand over your sides.

And when the sounds of shutters start going off, your expression now neutralized for the camera and nervousness long buried for another time, you can’t help but let yourself lean back into him, your hands moving to rest on his as he grips your waist with the strength only a hero in the Top Ten could have.

-

If you thought that Bakugo was large before… you are definitely not disappointed now.

You are on your knees in front of him, his legs spread to accommodate the way you sit between them, and your hands on his thighs as he hastily frees his cock from the cage that is his sweatpants.

You can’t help but gape, staring open-mouthed at the already hard member, which curves upward toward his belly and is surrounded by fine, blonde pubes.

“Surprised?” he mutters, a knowing lilt to his raspy voice, enjoying the sight of you going slack jawed, and he smirks at your expression, his canines bared and eyes heavy-lidded.

It’s large. So large you suddenly wonder what you’re doing, and how the hell you’re going to please him properly. He’s definitely the biggest you’ve seen probably... ever, and though the feelings are mostly overwhelmed by a twisted sense of desire, fear strikes your heart when you think about taking him in your mouth and… elsewhere.

You narrow your eyes, one hand reaching out to gently grip the shaft, the head unashamedly dripping a milky precum which you use to give him a few timid pumps before looking to his eyes for confirmation that that is what he wants.

He groans immediately, almost sounding relieved, throwing his head back onto the back of the chair as you shyly work him.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, you know,” he says into the air, “You and that fuckin’ body.”

To be honest, it’s no surprise, especially when you consider how he practically didn’t take his hands off you the entire shoot, and think about the fact that in more than a few of the photos you took, his mouth was on some part of your body…

You can’t help but worry your lip between your teeth thinking about it, blinking up at him and staying silent.

“What, you scared of me or something, baby?”

Bakugo tilts his head toward yours, an eyebrow raised in question, aiming to close the gap between your faces but not quite entirely. 

“No, I just…” you hesitate, unsure of how to proceed. If anyone knows how attractive Bakugo is, it’s he himself, and you definitely don’t want to ruin the moment by saying something stupid.

You also don’t want him in on the information that you’ve never been with a guy so big, alongside the fact that you’ve never been with a Pro Hero of his caliber, either, afraid that maybe he’ll mock you for your inexperience or sudden petulance, and in thinking so, you settle with a shrug, a smile, and a simple,

“I’m just nervous.”

Though your hand on his dick slows to an embarrassing stop, being that you’re too preoccupied with trying to fight the urge to shy away from his intense red eyes, his smile only returns, still cocky, still Bakugo, but nonetheless quite sweet. 

And in his smile, in the way he wraps one hand around yours on his cock before leaning down to kiss you, it doesn’t take much thought to know that he’ll most definitely take care of you, big dick or not. 

He’s a hero, after all, the biggest one you know. 

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The pictures end up being released about a month later, to which all of your friends (and almost the entirety of Japan) immediately pick up their phone to ask you about. They gush over Dynamight, telling you how lucky you are to have scored the modeling gig, to have been so up close and personal with the Dynamight himself, but you can only laugh in response.

Looking at the photos, though, you can see what they mean, as once again you are reminded of just the sheer size of him, the images doing nothing to hide the way your head doesn’t even reach his chin, or how his fingers on your waist easily dip toward your belly button in a tight squeeze.

Or the fact that in all of them, he looks at you like he’s absolutely, positively smitten.

And from the glaring, possessive look in his eyes, you are also reminded of your escapade in the dressing room, the way Bakugo smiled at you, and the large cock that will haunt your sexual fantasies for the rest of your life.  

It’s honestly no wonder that, when the Dynamight himself posts a photo from the shoot on his personal page, the caption is a bold, “call me.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #yall this idea has been in my head since last week #i just want to pose next to him in his merch as he looks in the camera all s*xy or whatever #im sorry i didnt write the actual d*ck s*cking i just honestly couldnt think of what he'd say and didnt want to make u wait #and to my insecure ladies... this is definitely abt u don't worry #bakugo most def likes a lil chub #i called him and asked #and he said yes st*pid now stop calling me #also i will do my other requests i swear #i just sp*t this out and needed to finish it before it d*ed #will i ever write another fic? #l*rd knows