#I’m gonna fist fight god one of these days I swear

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TRY HARD

SUMMARY: Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

GENRE: smut, crack, fluff, minimal angst

PAIRING: Lee Juyeon x afab!reader (ft. sangyeon, sunwoo, and chanhee)

WC: 8.7k (oops)

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: name calling (reader calls Juyeon stripper boy, baby, and pretty boy. Juyeon calls reader pretty girl), swearing, mentions of college parties, Y/N roasts Juyeon like a lot, Juyeon stops a door with his foot, one bed trope (for like two seconds), sunwoo slander (learning from Fawn <3) Juyeon is not god's strongest soldier, masturbation (m and kinda f), p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, restraints are used, dom!reader kinda, bratty!Juyo kinda, really poor attempts at humor, i think there's more but that covers the big stuff

A/N: This was NOT supposed to be almost 9k. It was supposed to be 3k at MOST but i will not lie i will prolly end up doing this again for most of the fics I'm putting out for this collab oops. Anywayyyyy let's kick off the collab with arguably my funniest fic.

The first time you meet Lee Juyeon, you’re dressed in sleep shorts and the biggest sweatshirt in your closet. He’s standing at your door, and for a moment you can’t help but be confused by the fact that yes, there is a hot man in a white tank top and cargo pants leaning against your doorframe. And yes, he is, in fact, there for you and not the girls living down the hall from you. 

And, to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you thought he was a stripper. Really, it wasn’t. It’s not every day that you see a guy with a body to die for and the face of an angel. 

“Are you some sort of stripper?” For a moment, the two of you are quiet. There’s a look of pure astonishment on his face that eventually turns into him fighting back a grin. 

“Do you want me to be?” His tongue brushes over his lower lip while he scans you up and down and you scoff. 

“No. The girls you’re probably looking for are down the hall, the last door on the right.” You begin to shut the door. “Have fun.” 

“Wait!” His foot catches in the door before you can slam it shut and you hear him swear loudly. “Shit, that did not feel good.” 

“Are you fucking stupid?” You swing the door open again, scowling at him. “Why would you try to catch this heavy ass door with your foot?” 

“I thought it would look cool!” He winces, one hand gripping your door frame and the other cradling his aching foot. “Like in the movies!”

“I don’t know if you know this…” you trail off, squinting at him and realizing you have no idea who this man is. “Stripper boy,—”

“Juyeon,” you can practically hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. You hum.

“Stripper boy,” you bob your head. “That’s what I’m gonna call you.”

“Please don’t—”

“Anyway,” you interrupt again. “I don’t know if you know this, but romance movies are fictional. Of course, it’s not gonna look like the prop door and they’re gonna catch it like it’s nothing. This, however,” you hit your fist against your door, “is solid metal. Not gonna feel good when you catch this shit, dumbass.”

“Whatever,” Juyeon rolls his eyes and straightens his body out. “I was just making my rounds across campus, wanted to see if you’d be interested in supporting your local fraternity.”

You raise an eyebrow, reaching your hand out to take the flier from his hand. 

College Hunks Hauling Junk!

Need to get rid of some junk? Well, these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited-time offer)

Scan HERE to book your appointment!

“College hunks hauling junk,” you can’t help but laugh at the name and take the flier from Juyeon’s hands. He grins at you. “People are actually paying you guys to haul their shit away?” 

He shrugs. “It’s free, technically. You’re allowed to donate, but we’re really just doing it for free. You know, help out fellow students and spread the word.” 

“You sure it wouldn’t be easier to just do some stripping if you can’t pay the rent?” You ask. “Also, what do you mean spread the word?” 

“I’m glad you asked.” Juyeon points a finger at the bottom of the flier, completely disregarding the first part of your sentence. Fuck, his hands are big.

This ad also doubles as your invitation to Tau Beta Zeta’s parties for the rest of the semester. Cash this in at any time and get into ANY parties for free! (Code word will be given at the time of flier being cashed in) (Girls get in for free, Guys $5 @ the door)

“We’re having a little competition with the sorority down the road from us,” Juyeon explains. “Whoever has more people by the end of the semester gets to host the end-of-the-year party and the other frat or sorority has to buy food and drinks.” 

You stare at the paper for a second, pondering your options. Then you smile, look up at the man that you are still pretty damn sure is a stripper, and hand back the flier. 

“I’m good, thanks.”

The door shuts, and you turn to go back to bed. The sound of paper sliding across the ground stops you, and you can see in the faint light that streams under your door that Juyeon slipped the flier into your room. 

Fucking try hard.

The second time you see Lee Juyeon, he’s handing out fliers again. Only he isn’t walking around random apartment buildings with a weird seductive look that you honestly don’t doubt was working. This time, he’s in a hoodie and jeans and walking around the center of campus with people that you can only assume are his frat brothers. 

At first, you almost don’t recognize him, but then his eyes meet yours, and you can see the corners wrinkle when he smiles. Again, you’re confused. Is he smiling at you? 

Your head whips around, trying to find someone around you that he might be looking at, and when you turn around again, Juyeon is approaching you.

“Have you thought about it, pretty girl?” He asked and you stared at him dumbly for a moment. Did he just call you pretty girl? 

“Thought about what?” He holds up that flier again, placing it in your hands similarly to the other night. “Oh.”

“Did you think I was kidding?” He leans down slightly, keeping eye contact. Your free hand places itself on his chest— which you hadn’t realized before was very solid— and pushes him back. He barely moves. In fact, you are the one who gets pushed back. 

“Listen, stripper boy—”

“Juyeon—” 

“Stripper boy,” you mimic the exasperated tone he uses with you. “If I wanted an invitation to a stereotypical frat party with a bunch of drunk 20-somethings and cheap beer and bad pizza and try-hard men like yourself, I would’ve gone by now.” You fold up the flier, smoothing out the edges before holding it out to him. He doesn’t take it, and you can see the gears turning in his brain. 

“So what you’re saying,” he starts to smile and steps toward you again.”

“Stripper boy,” you warn.

“…is that there’s a chance?”

“Absolutely not, there is not a chance in hell that I’m gonna call some college hunks to haul junk out of my college apartment that I can barely afford to live in let alone pay you to take things out of.” Juyeon shrugs.

“Like I said, payment is optional and can come in…” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “many different forms, pretty girl.”

“That’s gross, stripper boy.” You scrunch up your nose and he laughs. “Also, why are you calling me that?”

“Calling you what?” his smile only grows and you huff. 

“Pretty girl.”

“Because you are a pretty girl.” 

“No, I’m—” You catch yourself in the sentence when he leans forward onto the tips of his toes, ready to stop you. “You know what, fuck you. I know that was a dirty little trick and I’m not gonna fall for it just so you can swoop in and say something like oh nooo, don’t say that about yourself! You’re so pretty! And then you’ll tuck my hair behind my ear and you’ll try to kiss me and then—” You stop yourself again. Juyeon’s smile is almost scary at this point, stretching all the way across his face as if this had been his plan all along and you walked right into it. 

“And then…?” He teases. 

“…fuck you and your frat, stripper boy. God, you guys are such try-hards.”

You hold onto the flier this time, whether too embarrassed to give it back or genuine curiosity, you aren’t sure. You do know that you can’t stop the pounding in your chest, or the heat rising in your cheeks. 

“Who was that?” Sunwoo slings an arm over Juyeon’s shoulder, both men watching you walk away with the flier held tightly in your hand. Juyeon smiles. 

“Just someone I know.” 

“Didn’t look like she was too happy to see you.” Sunwoo snickers and drops his arm down to stand straight. Juyeon turns to the younger man, the smile he had when standing with you now gone and replaced with a permanent scowl. 

“Who even asked you, Sunwoo?”

The younger raises his hands in defense. “I’m just saying! It looked like she hated you. Oooh, maybe you’re finally gonna get that enemies-to-lovers arc that Eric is always— WHOA, HEY—” Sunwoo nearly trips over himself trying to get away from Juyeon as the older frat brother swings his arm out in his direction. “Don’t hurt this pretty face! How else is the soccer team gonna get their funds?” A hand in the shape of a finger gun finds its way under Sunwoo’s chin, and the star soccer player smirks. 

“I think they’ll manage,” Juyeon swings his arm out again, wincing when Sunwoo lets out an ear-piercing squeal. 

It’s like you’re seeing him everywhere. Every class you go to, it’s like he’s always there handing out fliers or chatting with his friends. And, unfortunately, every time you see him, he sees you too. He animatedly waves at you, calling your name or running over to you. Every time, you somehow end up with another flier to add to your collection.

For weeks you’ve been seeing him in places that you swear you’d never seen him in before. You swear that he’s not in your environmental course. You swear that he’s not in your sociology course. He just has to be following you. 

That, or you just have shitty luck with Lee Juyeon.

It must be bad luck, you think as you watch the fire department evacuate your flooded building. It must be, you tell yourself as you stand there in the pouring rain in pajama shorts and a sweater, sans an umbrella. There’s nothing else it could be.

Your eyes narrow at the sight of Juyeon standing near a group of girls with those damned fliers in one hand and some umbrellas around the wrist of the other. Your hands tighten around your arms, body shaking from the cold of the rain. Your lips twist into a deep frown when he approaches you, his eyebrows knit together and his lips pursed at the sight of you. His mouth opens to say something, and you hold your hand up to stop him. 

“Save it, stripper boy. I don’t want your fucking spiel right now.” His shoulders slump a little.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted an umbrella.” He holds one out, the last one on his arm. “You have to be freezing right now, and you’re absolutely soaked.” Your hand wraps around the umbrella, your eyes still narrowed with suspicion.

“Thanks…” he smiles and backs up to give you space to open it. You would never admit to his face that he was right. That you were freezing your ass off in this godforsaken weather. 

“Are you okay?” You look up at him, sniff, and shrug.

“I mean, my home is currently flooding which leaves me homeless for at least a few days. It’s piss-pouring rain out here, I’m in my pajamas with all my clothing inside the flooded building, and now here you are probably trying to get me to buy from your stupid fundraiser thing.” You take a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye. “So no, I don’t think I’m okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking.” He’s quiet for a moment, and then a small smile breaks onto his face.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve called me Juyeon.” You bite your tongue and turn to walk away from him. “Wait, fuck, Y/N it was a joke. I’m sorry.” He grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. You can see a little bit of panic in his gaze. 

“Yeah, well it was a shitty joke.” You scoff. 

“I know, poor taste, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” He pulls his hand from your arm, and you almost feel bad. It’s quiet between you two, and you think that this is the first time it’s ever been completely silent. Well, save for the chatter of other tenants and incoming sirens and the yells of officers. 

“This fucking sucks,” you grumble, and Juyeon huffs out a laugh.

“Do you have anywhere that you go?” 

You shake your head. “Nah, none of my friends have space for another person in their apartment or dorm.” 

“You could stay with me.” He says it so fast, so suddenly, that you thought you misheard him at first. 

“Excuse me?” Juyeon clears his throat, his cheeks and ears flushing and you can’t tell if it’s from the cold or embarrassment. 

“I— I mean you— I’m just—” he stumbles over his words and you smile. 

“Is the Lee Juyeon embarrassed right now? In front of little ol’ me, nonetheless?” 

“I’m not embarrassed,” he snaps, pressing the back of one of his hands to his neck in a poor attempt to cool himself down. “I’m just— I—”

“Juyeon,” your hand comes up to his arm and he flinches. You let your arm drop down to your side. “Are you trying to ask me to stay with you while the building is being repaired?” 

You’re smiling at him, and it’s like that tiny action brings back all of his previous confidence. He’s smirking again, leaning down under the tiny umbrella he gave you. It’s your turn to blush now, but your eyes don’t leave his.

“Because,” your voice nearly betrays you. “That would be a little…odd…wouldn’t it? A girl living with, what, ten men? People would talk.” He hums.

“But they would also find it odd if I just…left you to live in your car for god knows how long, wouldn’t they?” His hand is on your waist, and the breath in your lungs hitches. 

“That’s true…” you hum and pull away from him. “I don’t have any clothes, though. I’d need to find some before doing anything.” Juyeon clicks his tongue and leans back, a thoughtful look taking over the previous…you don’t even know what to call what you were doing. Was he flirting with you? Were you flirting with him?

“That’s true,” he nods his head. “We can grab some from the store tomorrow? And for now, you can borrow some of my stuff— I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.” He stumbles over his words again, and you can’t help but laugh. “Kevin’s clothes might fit you better but— you’re laughing. Why are— why are you laughing at me.”

“You’re just—” You break into another fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the noise. “God, you’re so dumb.”

“How am I dumb?” Juyeon pouts at you, and you know he just wants you to be comfortable. 

“Never mind,” you wave him off, “let’s just get going. I’m tired and wet.” Juyeon raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. “Not like that, stripper boy.” 

“I know,” he grins at you and tugs you by the sleeve to get you to start walking. “I just wanted to mess with you a little bit.”

“Seems like that’s all you do.” You roll your eyes. “And please tell me you drove here. I am not walking to the house in shorts and slippers.” Juyeon clicks his tongue. 

“As if I would walk anywhere in this weather.” He reaches into his pocket and you hear the click of a button, and then the lights of a car in front of you light up. He jogs forward, grabbing the handle of the passenger side door for you with a bright smile on his face. “After you, m’lady.”

“What a gentleman,” you shut the umbrella and duck into the vehicle. 

“Only for you, pretty girl.” He winks at you and shuts the door.

Juyeon is quiet when you exit his bathroom. Your hair is wrapped in a towel, your body swamped in Juyeon’s clothes. He’s lying flat on his back on his mattress, his legs dangling off the edge and his fingers drumming on his stomach. Your feet shuffle against the ground, the fabric of his sweatpants covering your feet entirely and dragging behind you. His t-shirt is almost like a dress on you, hanging down to your thighs and the sleeves baggy along your arms where it would be formfitting on him. 

“Where should I put these?” Juyeon lifts his head, and you hear a sharp inhale. He’s staring at you, and the gaze is heavy with something you can’t place. 

“You—” his voice cracks and he sits up fully, resting his elbows on his knees. “You can just toss them in the basket next to you. I’ll— I’ll wash it tomorrow.” You hum, doing as he says and tossing your clothing into the basket. 

His room is…weirdly clean. At least, it’s cleaner than you expected it to be for a frat boy. There’s a bit of laundry scattered across the room, sure, but you don’t feel gross just standing there. The floor is clean, the bed is made. 

The bed.

The one bed in the room. 

“Where— where should I set up a spot to sleep?” You wring your hands behind your back.

“What?” Juyeon stares at you dumbly, his eyes blank and jaw dropped slightly. If you look closely, you swear you can see a puddle of drool on the floor in front of him. Unintentionally, you snort and immediately slap a hand over your mouth. 

“I just— I mean this is your room, stripper boy.” You shrug, trying to keep the air as light as possible. “Where should I set up camp for the next three days?”

“You are not sleeping on the floor.” Juyeon shakes his head and pushes off the edge of his bed.

“Then where am I gonna sleep?” 

“The bed?” He says it as if it’s obvious. “The fuck? You really thought I was gonna make you sleep on the floor?” 

“Stripper boy, I am not sleeping in your bed.” You click your tongue.

“Yes, you are, pretty girl.” He takes a step toward you. “I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor! First of all, you’re a guest. Second of all, I’m a gentleman. Third of all, I’m—” he cuts himself short again and you raise an eyebrow.

“Well, then I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs. That’ll solve it.” You move to the door, but he grabs your upper arm and pulls you toward him. “Dude, you have got to stop grabbing me like that. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Sorry.” He exhales and lets go of your arm, brushing his hand across the skin he grabbed as if to soothe it. It sends sparks of heat through your arm, and you fight back a shiver. “I just— what if we share my bed?” 

You stare at him for a moment.

Then another.

And then another.

And then Juyeon is wincing and stepping away from you. 

“I was just— that was stupid. I’m sorry.”

“I mean…” you purse your lips. “If it solves the problem, then sure.” 

“Wait seriously?” His eyes bug out of his head and you laugh. “You’re comfortable with that?” 

“Stripper boy, if you thought I was gonna kick you out of your bed, then you have a whole new thing coming.” He rolls his eyes. “We can just…I dunno. Put pillows between us?” 

“Yeah, that works. That works just fine.” He sighs heavily. Just fine. He’s gonna be just fine these next few days.

Juyeon realizes very quickly that it will not, in fact, be fine. He realizes this when he wakes up in the middle of the night, the pillows between the two of you thrown to the edge of the bed and your body wrapped around his like a vice. One of your legs is hooked around his, the other strewn across his hip to lock him down. You have one arm tucked under his, holding his shoulder while your free arm has slipped around his waist, under his shirt so your fingers are splayed across his abdomen. Your head is seemingly strategically placed on his chest, and he can feel every breath you release. He can feel every pulse of your heartbeat against his leg—

Wait.

…

Oh, this arrangement is not going to be good for his heart. 

He tries desperately to shift away from you, to gently pry you off of him, anything to get the pounding in his chest to go away. Anything to stop the blood from rushing to his dick like some goddamn virgin. It’s a normal thing. It’s not something to get fucking hard over, Lee Juyeon. Pull yourself together.

It feels like ages before he’s able to pull himself free, nearly falling out of his bed to get away from you. He freezes in place when he hears you shift, a quiet moan leaving you when your sleeping self finds the spot Juyeon once lay frozen is now empty. His heart is pounding, his feet padding quickly against the floor to get to his bathroom. He’s quick to shut the door, cringing at the squeak of the hinges. Gotta get those fixed, he notes. For future reference, of course.

He’s hard in his sweats, his dick straining against the fabric, and his body feels like it’s on fire. Juyeon leans against the counter, tapping his foot anxiously while he stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, and his pupils are blown out. He grips the marble counter, squeezing his eyes shut and praying to god that he softens soon because he cannot and will not jerk off to you. Not when you’re right there, one thin wall over. 

Thinking that was a mistake. His dick twitches in his pants at the thought of you waking up and finding him in the bathroom, cock in hand, and frantically trying to rub one out. 

Oh, he’s so fucked, he squeezes his eyes shut as he shoves his sweatpants down just enough to be able to grab himself. Just enough for him to spring free and let the cold air wash over him. 

Juyeon is completely, royally fucked, and he knows it as he spits on his hand. He knows it when he wraps his hand around his cock. Juyeon knows it when his body shudders from the first pump of his hand, the brush of his thumb across his tip. He knows it when he fights the whine trying to erupt from his throat. 

He knows it when he cums in his hand, ropes of white covering his palm when he places his hand over his tip to minimize the mess. He knows it when all he thought about was you. You and your pretty face. You who calls him stripper boy, who hasn't hesitated to shoot him down every chance you get. You who he’s pretty damn sure is into him in the same way he’s into you.

It’s hard for Juyeon to get back in his bed and lie down next to you knowing that just a few minutes ago he came in his hand to the thought of you. It’s even harder for him to fall back to sleep when you wrap yourself around him again, relaxing against his body and releasing a contented sigh. He tries so, so hard to relax with you, to steady his pounding heart. 

God, he’s so fucked.

"When did you get here?” There’s a boy— a man, really— standing at the counter when you and Juyeon walk into the kitchen in the morning. The man is holding a ceramic Garfield mug that you assume is filled with coffee, and he’s got his phone in his free hand. You give him a short wave, and he nods back at you. 

Juyeon had been odd the whole morning. Or, at least, the two hours you had been awake and the one hour since he’d woken up and immediately rolled to his feet to get away from you. Something about morning wood. Since then, he’d been keeping a healthy distance from you, flinching away from your touch and giving short responses to your questions and statements. It makes you nervous. Were you intruding? Did he regret asking you to stay? 

“Last night,” Juyeon answers for you, leading you to the bar counter and pulling out a chair for you to sit in. “Y/N, this is Sangyeon. He’s the Tau Beta Zeta president. Sangyeon, this is Y/N. She’s gonna be staying with us for the next couple of days.” 

Sangyeon squints at you, gnawing at his lip in thought. 

“And you guys are…what? Friends? Lovers? Fuck buddies?” You scoff and Juyeon whips his head around, nearly spilling coffee onto his hand. 

“None of the above,” you wave your hand and almost miss the flash of emotion in Juyeon’s eyes. “Just someone who needed a hand, and strip- Juyeon happened to be there.” Sangyeon turns to Juyeon with an inquisitive look on his face. Juyeon shakes his head and turns back to you with two mugs in his hand. 

“I didn’t know how you take your coffee so I just threw some cream and a bit of sugar in there.” The mug he slides over to you is shaped like a ladybug, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at the sight of his mug. Normal, compared to yours. Just plain white with text that says ‘Stupid people shouldn’t breed!’. “What’s so funny?”

“Just the…interesting arrangement of mugs you all have here.” You smile at Juyeon, but he just scoffs. Sangyeon excuses himself and pats Juyeon on the shoulder before making his exit up the stairs.

“I’ll have you know that I picked these all out.” He defends, but you can see the embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks, the dark color spreading to the tips of his ears. “You got a problem with them?”

“No, no,” you smile into your mug and take a sip. It’s bitter, and a bit watered down, but you’re grateful for the caffeine boost. “It’s cute, really. You made some great choices, stripper boy.” 

“That sounded sarcastic,” Juyeon pouts at you and you shake your head.

“It wasn’t!” You reassure him, leaning your torso onto the counter. Juyeon stands near you now, on the shorter edge of the counter and he scoffs. 

“Sure it wasn’t. Because you’re the most supportive person in the world of my decisions.” He turns away from you, staring at the magnetic words on the refrigerator instead of at you and you rise from your seat to stand by his side. 

“Juyooo,” your voice is sing-song in tone and Juyeon fights every instinct inside of him that screams to pin you to the counter and fuck you senseless. “Are you mad at me?” 

“Of course I am,” he rolls his eyes and tilts his chin up when you come to stand in front of him. 

“Why?” You frown, but the corners of your lips fight to turn up.

“You made fun of me!” 

“Yeah, but it was all in good fun!” You protest. “I think your choice of mugs was cute!”

“No you don’t,” he scoffs and crosses his arms. “You think they’re stupid.” 

“No,” you shake your head. “I think they’re adorable.”

“Bullshit,” Juyeon says. “You think they’re stupid.”

“I do not.” You groan. 

“You do!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do no—” 

Juyeon’s lips are on yours, and you let out a startled gasp, your hand flying up and finding purchase on his chest. 

You try to push him off, you really do! You think about it, you tell your body to push him off, and then somehow you end up pulling him closer, allowing your eyes to slip closed. Isn’t it so weird how that happens?

Your hand is holding his shirt tightly, keeping him close to you while your lips mesh in a sloppy kiss. His lips are rough against yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip and then his tongue slips out and soothes the bites. The repeated actions have your legs trembling, your breathing becoming shaky, and your hand that isn’t in his shirt rises to the back of his neck to tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer to you.

His hands are all over you. They run up and down your waist, brushing under the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you, pushing into your back to keep you close to him. They run under your shirt, grazing the underside of your shirt, and he smiles when he feels you exhale shakily against him. 

You hesitantly, and ever so slowly, push your tongue out, letting it run across his lower lip and you’re a bit too pleased when he opens up for you immediately. He lets you push your tongue into his mouth, lets you explore, and is ever so patient with your hesitance. 

Gently, oh so gently, he sucks on your tongue while you try to pull it back into your mouth and you release the tiniest, almost inaudible whine. 

Apparently, to your complete dismay, this snaps Juyeon back into reality and he pulls away from you. He pulls away quickly, almost stumbling back and into some of the bar stools. You’re standing there, almost in a daze, and both of you just stare at each other for a moment. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you, and Juyeon can tell that you’re regretting what the two of you just did. 

And it hurts. It really hurts when you open your mouth, going to speak and nothing comes out. He smiles sadly. 

“I should find a way to get to the store. You’re gonna need some clothes for the next few days.”

“Juyeon, wait—” You reach for him, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s fine, pretty girl.” He reassures you, but his voice breaks and betrays him. “No hard feelings. Let’s just forget it happened.”

“I don’t want to forget that!” You protest, but Juyeon just shakes his head.

“Like I said, pretty girl,” He grabs his mug and smiles at you. There’s no emotion behind it, at least not one that you want to recognize. “We gotta get you some clothes for the next three days.”

It’s infuriating how quickly he seems to move on. Three days pass by, and not once has he even hinted about talking about what happened. It was almost like he’d forgotten about it entirely.

Which, to your dismay, was exactly what he wanted you to do. It wasn’t as if you regretted the kiss, at least not in the way he thought. The regret that you knew you had let slip was from pulling away in the first place. You had only meant to come up for air, knowing that you would likely drown in him had you given yourself the chance. Now, due to your own stupid mistakes, the tables have turned for you. 

He’d been avoiding you since you moved back into your apartment two days ago. He’d avoided you in the classes you were now all too aware that you shared. It stung that he no longer sought you out, no longer yelled your name from across the room, and drew unwanted attention to you. He no longer pressured you to call the number on that damn flier that sat untouched on your desk.

“You could always just, I dunno,” Chanhee is lying on your bed, scrolling on his phone while you rant about his frat brother. “Call the number? I’m pretty sure it’s his number anyway.” 

“Wait seriously?” You spin around in your desk chair, turning away from the project you two are supposed to be working on together. 

“Yeah, it just happened to be really convenient that the last four digits of his phone number spelled junk. What do you think of this?” He flips his phone around to show you a coat. A black trench coat, nothing too fancy about it. 

“Eh. You have plenty of those, don’t you?”

“True.” He nods and lays back down.

“Should I really call him?” You lean your head back on your chair, lacing your fingers together on your lap. “What if he hates me, Chanhee?”

“Trust me, Y/N,” Chanhee exhales heavily, “that man does not hate you.”

“But how do you know that?” You ask. “If he told you that, he could be lying to you!”

“Girl,” Chanhee throws his phone down onto your mattress and sits up straight. “If a man hates you, he is not going to jack off at 3 in the goddamn morning— with his frat brothers in the other room that connects to his bathroom, mind you— to the thought of you. Trust me. He doesn’t hate you.”

“You don’t— I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes are bugging out of your head and Chanhee grimaces in a way that tells you that he was not supposed to tell you that. 

“Oops…” 

“What do you mean he— Chanhee, what are you talking about?” Chanhee is already rising from your bed, grabbing his laptop, and sliding his shoes on.

“I think it’s time for me to get out of here,” he tells you with a tight smile on his face. He comes toward you though, holding the flier in his hand. “But, I really think you should call this number. Could really help you both, I think.” 

When the door shuts behind your classmate, you sit in silence for a moment. A few moments, really, just holding the first flier that Juyeon ever gave you in your hand. There’s a little bit of water damage from the flooding, but the number in the middle of the page is still there. It’s almost ironic that Juyeon’s phone number is the only part of the advertisement that isn’t ruined, like something was telling you that you needed to call Juyeon. 

Your phone rings once, then twice, and you hear the line click on the other side.

“Thank you for calling College Hunks, what junk can we haul for you today?”

It takes Juyeon a little over an hour to get to your apartment. By that point, you’d gathered anything that you didn’t want into trash bags and set them in your living room. Each bag is organized to an extent. Things to be recycled, to be donated, or just thrown away. Most of the items that needed to be thrown away were damaged when your apartment building flooded, each damaged beyond repair. Almost like fate, isn’t it?

There’s a knock on your door. One, two, three. Your hands are shaking a bit when you grab the door handle. One, two, th—

You practically rip the door open before Juyeon can finish knocking. He’s standing there, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. The outfit he’s wearing is the same as the day he first showed up at your door. White tank top, cargo pants, and some worn-out sneakers. For once, his hair isn’t styled. He’s parted it down the middle, a little bit of gel used to keep it from falling into his face too much. 

“Hi,” you breathe out. It’s like Juyeon is stuck in a trance, his hand still frozen mid-knock and his mouth opening and closing like a damn fish. “You— do you want to come in?” Juyeon blinks. 

“Uh…yeah, yeah sure.” You step to the side, allowing him to walk into your apartment. It’s awkward, to say the least. When you shut your door, the click makes both of you flinch and suddenly you’ve forgotten everything that you wanted to say to him. 

“Is this—” Juyeon’s voice cracks a little bit, and he turns to face you but he doesn’t look you in the eye. “Is this everything?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “yeah it is. Needed to get rid of some stuff after the building flooded, you know?” You laugh, but he doesn’t and you’re quick to shut your mouth. Say something, dammit. Anything. Your mind is screaming, whether at you or Juyeon you aren’t entirely sure. “Juyeon, can we ta—” 

“I should get started then,” he cuts you off and you grimace. “Got a couple of appointments today, so I can’t linger for long.”

“Right…” your voice trails off. “Yeah, I’ll get out of your way then.”

Plan A is a bust, then. 

Juyeon moves quickly. You don’t know if it’s work ethic or if he wants to get away from you as fast as possible, but it stings. You don’t say anything to each other the whole time, not that you staying in your bedroom the whole time did anything to help the situation. You can hear him moving around, carrying bag after bag down to his car, but not once does he come to talk to you. Not even about the junk he’s carrying out. 

Your forehead is against your desk, your eyes shut tightly as you try to block out the noise, knowing that he’ll be carrying out the last bag soon. The sound of your feet tapping on the ground is almost enough to drown out Juyeon, but not quite enough to drown out the knocking at your bedroom door. 

Your head snaps up, and you spin around to face Juyeon. 

“Hi,” he gives you a tight smile. “I just— I brought out the last bag so I guess— I guess I should go, huh?” 

Don’t, you want to tell him, don’t leave yet.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You stand up and clear your throat. “Here, what’s your Venmo? I can send you some money.”

Juyeon shakes his head. “I already told you that you don’t have to pay me.” 

“Yeah, you did,” you agree. “But I’d feel bad if I let you leave empty-handed.” 

“I’m not leaving emptyhanded, though!” He argues. “I have your junk! Which, surprisingly, all fit into the trunk of my car.”

“Go you,” you cheer halfheartedly. “That’s not gonna stop me from paying you.”

“Pretty girl,” he warns. “I’m not gonna let you pay me.”

“Then I’ll get Chanhee to tell me your Venmo.” You grin and Juyeon rolls his eyes. 

“You’re not gonna let this go, will you?”

“Nope,” you let the sound of the p pop when you say it and Juyeon lets out a dry laugh.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that right?” 

“That’s the plan.” you look at him, and this time he’s looking right back at you. The awkward air has cleared, and it almost feels normal. Like it was prior to the kiss. God, please let Plan B work. “Are you gonna tell me what your account is, or am I gonna have to find some other way to pay you?” 

There’s a spark of something in Juyeon’s eyes, and his eyebrows knit together. Please get it, please get it, please get it. C’mon Juyeon, don’t be dense.

“Some other way?” He echoes, and you mentally cheer when he steps toward you. 

“Mhm!” You bob your head. “Like you said, there are other ways to pay you, aren’t there?” 

He’s right in front of you now, and you swear you see him start to reach for you before he’s forcing his hands back down to his sides. 

“You’re not—” he inhales and squeezes his eyes shut. “Please tell me I’m not misinterpreting this.” 

“Depends on what you think I’m saying.” You smirk, and Juyeon starts to lean down, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips. 

“What I think you’re offering,” he speaks slowly and you can feel his breath on your lips. “Is not exactly…appropriate, pretty girl.”

“And I think you’re right.” You’re practically whispering, every movement from your mouth causes your lips to brush against his and you’re so close to caving and just yanking him down to crush his lips against yours. 

Thankfully, Juyeon moves fast and he’s grabbing you by the waist to yank you to him and your hands are in his hair by the time his lips are on your. 

This kiss is heavier than the first. It’s messier and sloppier and his tongue is in your mouth, pushing at yours and licking at every nook and cranny that he can reach. You walk him backward to your bed. You don’t separate your mouths, not when you push him down onto your mattress, not when you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescents indented into his skin. 

Juyeon groans at the stinging feeling, sliding his hands under your shirt and gently pushing it up. He does it slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you get impatient and shove him back until he’s lying down. His hands are still on your waist, and he’s watching with a hazy gaze as you lift your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere across the room. 

“Shit, pretty girl,” he breathes out and tries to slide his hands up to your chest. You’re smirking when you slap his hands away. 

“No touching yet,” you tell him and he groans in response. 

“You can’t just do this and not let me touch you!” He whines. “It’s not fair!” 

“You should’ve thought about that before you ignored me for a week,” you retort and he falls silent. “It’s fine, though. I’ll just get you back with this.” Your hands reach behind your back and you swiftly unclip your bra and throw that in the direction you’d thrown your shirt in. Juyeon’s hands lurch up to touch you again but you’re faster, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to his sides with a click of your tongue.

“Y/N please,” Juyeon begs, his breath hitching in his throat when you leave him completely, and he can only watch as you unbutton your jeans and tug the rest of your clothing off. He’s practically drooling as he sits up, watching you undress for him. He watches you walk to your dresser, digging through your drawers for a moment before returning with a long piece of silk. “Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking joking.” 

You laugh at his reaction and toss the silk onto the mattress behind him. 

“Why would I be joking, Juyeon?” You stand between his legs, and you grin when he doesn’t even try to touch you this time. You can see the tent in his cargo pants and let your hands trace up and down his thighs. “Take off your shirt for me?” 

There’s a dangerous look in your eye, one that Juyeon can’t find himself wanting to disobey and he’s lifting his shirt over his head without a second thought. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and Juyeon can’t help but smirk. He knows he’s attractive, knows that his body catches people’s attention and he’s proud of that. 

With you, however, there’s something different about how you look at him. Something primal, like a predator looking at her prey and he shifts in his spot. 

“Pants too.” He nods and rises to his feet again, tensing when you raise your hands. “What are you stopping for? Get moving, don’t you have other appointments to get to?” Your hands are tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the way he flinches at your touch. You continue to trace his body as he bends down to lower his pants and boxers to the ground. Your hands raise to the backs of his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and let them slip down to his pecs when he stands straight again. 

You almost let yourself falter when you see his cock for the first time. It’s big, bigger than any you’ve taken in the past, and you can’t help but imagine what he’d looked like when he was thinking of you. Did he look as messy as he does now, eyes practically crazed, his breathing labored as he fisted himself? Did he watch himself in the mirror, imagining it was your hand instead of his own? 

“So pretty, baby.” You breathe out, letting your hand drop down to wrap around his cock. He sucks in a breath, letting it out when he whines at the feeling of you running your hand up and down, squeezing at the base, and rubbing your thumb along the tip. “So pretty.” 

You push him back again, releasing him from your grasp and following him as he slides up your bed. You take the silk in your hand, gesturing for him to put his hands above his head, tying the silk tightly around his wrists so he can’t get loose. Juyeon lets out another broken whine when you straddle him, running your fingers over your core and gathering the wetness on your fingers. You allow yourself to moan quietly, gauging Juyeon’s reaction to you touching yourself. He’s staring with his mouth hanging open, his cock twitching against his abdomen as he watches you sink two fingers into your core. He whines when your body shudders against him, when you curl your fingers up into you. 

“Is this what you think about, Juyeon?” You try your best to keep your voice steady when you speak. “Do you think about this when you touch yourself? When you lock yourself in the bathroom, jacking off to the thought of me like some little virgin?” He doesn’t respond, too lost in the sight of you riding your own hand. 

He doesn’t see you reach your free hand up, gasping when he feels you squeeze your fingers around his throat. Not too tightly, but enough to get his attention back on you. 

“I asked you a question, baby.” You pull your fingers out of your dripping pussy, gazing at the arousal covering your hand and humming in thought. “I guess I should give a reason to not answer, shouldn’t I?”

“Please,” Juyeon whispers out, and you smile when you raise your fingers to his mouth. 

“Go on then,” you tell him, “suck.” 

His head lurches forward, taking your fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. He runs his tongue along your fingers, and you inhale sharply, your eyelids drooping when he tries to open his eyes, trying to watch and gauge your reaction. 

“Cleanin’ me up good, hm?” You pull your fingers from his mouth and Juyeon takes this time to catch his breath, to gather himself. You don’t give him long though, no more than a few moments before you’re grabbing his cock in your dainty hand and lining it up with your pussy. 

“Fuck,” Juyeon throws his head back, his hands curling into fists, and groaning as you sink down on him. Your walls are squeezing so tightly around him, and he knows it has to be a stretch for you but you act as if it was nothing for you, as if he didn’t hit that sweet spot inside of you just by you sinking down on him. You let your eyes drift shut, fighting back the urge to start riding him until he has nothing left to give you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, knowing that he’s close just from your warm walls squeezing around him. “Fuck, pretty girl, please.”

“Please what, baby?” You coo, the hand on his throat squeezing gently. He whines and you grin. “Use those words, pretty boy. You can do it.”

“Let me fuck you,” he gasps out and you let out a yelp when he thrusts his hips up and sends you falling over his body. 

Your breasts are in his face now, and he doesn’t give you the chance to do anything before he’s bringing his arms down and trapping you against him as best he can. He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into you at a pace that you couldn’t keep up with if you tried. He reaches his head up, his teeth latching onto one of your nipples and practically forcing you to follow him as he brings his head back down. Juyeon sucks at your breast, pinning your chest against his face with his arms that he’s brought to rest between your shoulder blades. Every one of his thrusts sends you up his body, but he does his damn best to keep you in place, sucking and licking and biting at both of your tits, groaning every time your cunt clenches around him. 

You feel like you can’t breathe, the air being punched out of you in broken moans and pitched whines. Juyeon is in about the same state as you, the noises he’s letting out are louder than yours, more frequent, and it brings a fresh wave of arousal washing over you. 

“Are you close, pretty boy?” You gasp out. “Gonna— gonna cum for me?” 

“Fuck, yes,” He throws his head back, his hips stuttering against yours. You bring one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing furious circles into it, letting your walls flutter around him and drawing both of you closer to your orgasms. 

When you cum, it has you seeing stars. Your orgasm has you crying out his name, has you clenching around him so tightly that he’s finishing not long after you. You sink your body back, rolling your hips gently over his and placing a firm kiss on his lips. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, swallowing the sounds he makes as he pumps white hot cum into your core. It’s less of a kiss this time, though, and more teeth gnashing together and biting at each other’s lips. 

His hips slow down after a minute or two, and you let your body relax against his, reaching up to untie the silk around his wrists. 

“Fucking finally,” he groans and lets his hands roam your sweaty body. “Thought I was gonna die if you kept me tied up any longer.” You laugh, letting your head drop to his chest. 

“That’s what you get for making me wait.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes at you. “And you called me a try-hard.”

“Because you are, Juyeon.” You roll off of him, staring at your ceiling while you lay next to him on your mattress.

“Whatever you say, pretty girl,” he rolls his head to look at you with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” Your eyebrows knit together. He just keeps smiling. “What, stripper boy.”

“You know what all this means, right?” You shrug.

“That I have to go to all your parties now or you’re gonna hunt me down?” He laughs and you smile a bit.

“That, and I get to call you my girlfriend.”

“I never agreed to that.” You deny, turning on your side and facing him fully. 

“Sure you did! It was at the very bottom of the flier I gave you.” He tells you.

“No, it wasn’t.” You frown.

“Yeah, it was!” He sits up, reaching for the second flier he gave you that had been placed on your bedside table. “See? Right there at the bottom in tiny font that I knew you wouldn’t pay attention to!” You squint at the words he’s pointing at and let out a scoff.

“Seriously, stripper boy? If your name is Y/N L/N and you redeem this offer, you are legally obligated to become Lee Juyeon’s boyfriend, whether you like it or not. Xoxo.” You push the paper back into his hands. "When did you even put this on there? We hardly knew each other when you gave me this flier."

“I told you!” He beams and lays back down. “You’re my girlfriend now.”

"Cute, but that doesn't answer my question, stripper boy." He digs his fingers into your side, pulling you closer to him, and grins.

"Does it matter?"

"I mean...I guess not?"

"Exactly."

“Does this mean that when we break up, I get half of all your assets?” He glares at you playfully.

“Fuck, no.”

“Damn…” you sigh and lay down with your head on his chest. “I guess I’ll have to put up with you for life then, huh?”

“Mhm.” He cards his hands through your hair, gently combing through the knots. “You excited to spend the next 75 years with me, girlfriend?”

“Not at all, boyfriend.”

“Yes, you are.”

“…Try-hard.”

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61. “Just…once. Please. I just need to taste you once.”

It wasn’t a secret that the hybrid had a thing for you

But you didn’t know just how badly he wanted you

Or how often he found himself thinking of you

And how often that led to him rutting his stiff cock into his fist, desperately wishing it was you beneath him instead

You knew Jack was into you

But you didn’t know he was borderline obsessed with you

He passes you down the hall on Friday night, and your scent alone is nearly enough to drive him feral

You pause in your tracks, then call out to him

“Oh, Jack!”

God, just the way you say his name has the muscles in his abdomen tensing

He turns to you

“Yeah, what’s up?”

He tries not to cringe at how husky his voice sounds—you somehow always seem to coax a deeper pitch from him, almost as if by some kind of instinct

You smile, and god, he swears you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen

“Are you free right now?”

For you? Always

“I wanna get some training done,” you continue, entirely unaware of the way his heart is beating in his chest, “but I can’t find anyone else to spar with”

“I’m free,” he blurts the words out faster than intended, but only because the thought of you sparring with someone else makes his blood boil

“Great,” you smile again, and he can feel himself getting warmer, “are you ready for it right now, or do you have to change or something?”

“Now’s fine,” he hums

He gestures for you to lead the way, which you happily oblige

You make small talk as you walk down the corridor to the gym together

He could listen to you all day

He wants to hear every possible sound that can escape your delicate little throat; your laughter, your hums, your moans, your screams

Fuck, he has to distract himself

By the time you get to the training mats, he’s already partially hard

And though they won’t be fun to work out in, he’s thankful he wore his dark jeans instead of his grey sweats—he hates the thought of making you uncomfortable just because his damn pants might betray his arousal

“You really gonna fight me in that?” you laugh, and for a split second, he’s scared you can read his mind

But then he realizes you’re talking about his oversized hoodie, and relief washes over him

Wait—are you flirting with him?

Dumb grin on his face, he shakes his head and pulls the top over his head, tossing it out of the way into the corner of the room

“That better?”

He’s shirtless beneath it, and he almost can’t help but tense his muscles to give you a bit of a show

“Mmh, yeah, I guess it’ll do~” you tease

Fuck, fuck, fuck

He forces himself to think about Jeff and BEN to hopefully ease the way his pants keep tightening around him

He wants nothing more than to inhale your scent to see if there’s any change in your hormones

Does seeing him shirtless like this turn you on—even if just the slightest bit?

But he knows he’d be done for if he focuses too much on your scent

It’s already hard enough for him to control himself around you as is

You bring your hands up either side of your face, readying your stance, and he does the same

A mutual nod is shared, indicating you’re both ready, and then you’re making the first move

You step towards him and try to throw a hook

He dodges easily, then retaliates by kicking at the foot you’ve shifted your weight to

You stumble, but only for a second before using the momentum to try for another punch, this time aimed at his stomach

Again, he sidesteps it, his instincts making him unnaturally light on his feet

He wonders if he should let you get a few hits in; he’d hate to see you train with someone else just because he so obviously outmatches you

But while he’s distracted, you take the opportunity to fake out another punch, only to spin on your heels and give him a roundhouse kick

He tries to dodge it at the last second, but combined with his previous dilemma and the fact that he’s still very much so trying to conceal a boner, you hit him right in his side

He chokes out a groan, clutching the spot you landed the blow, and while you’re ahead, you take another shot, this time at his legs

He’s just as shocked as you must be when you get the hit in

He falls to his knees, and you’re about to drop your attack stance when he reaches out and grabs your ankle

His instincts take over for a split second, and the next thing he knows, he’s on top of you, pinning you down, and the both of you are panting heavily

Well, there go his attempts at hiding his hard-on

“Jack—“

You cut yourself off when you notice the way he’s looking down at you

The air seems to grow thick

Neither of you say anything

You both just lie there, staring at each other, sweaty body on sweaty body while you try to catch your breaths

And then, it happens

He makes the fatal mistake of breathing you in

Your scent is intoxicating

As soon as he gets a whiff, he can’t help but nestle into your neck to breathe in more of you

It’s not just your sweat—you’re turned on

You want him

His pelvis digs into yours, rolling circles between your thighs

“J-Jack—“

You gasp his name, and he almost has to stop himself from biting down into your neck right then and there

He wants to claim you, brand his mark into your skin

You’re his, you’re all his

The only thing stopping him from doing that right now is his damn fucking mask

“J-Jack, stop—“

His body freezes at the command

The word stop repeats itself in his clouded, lust-drunk mind

“W-we can’t,” you swallow thickly, “we can’t do this”

“…Why not?”

Any other time, it would’ve made him cringe to hear how much of a snarl his voice sounds like

But right now, he’s so horny, he can hardly bring himself to care

“It-it’s not—we just can’t. We’re just friends”

Friends

The word stings

He wants to spit it out, tear it in half because it’s in the way of him getting what he wants

A groan escapes him, something guttural and frustrated

You can’t lie—you want him too

He knows it, he can smell it

His cock twitches, and he notices the way it has more of your delicious scent filling the room

He buries his face into your neck again, cursing his fucking mask for blocking his lips from your skin, but knowing all too well it’s probably for the better

Breathing you in again has his hips rolling into you involuntarily

He can’t help it

He doesn’t even know if he’s really in control of himself anymore, or if it’s just the demonic instincts taking over

“Jack”

You say his name again, and oh, how he wishes it meant something different

“Just…once. Please,” he chokes the words out

He’s desperate

“I just need to taste you once”

He watches you bite your lip, brows furrowed, the need evident in your eyes

It’s pathetic, he shouldn’t be begging like this

But he’s so, so fucking desperate

He’s almost surprised when you finally make up your mind and give a shy nod

But it’s more than enough of the confirmation he needs

His hands travel down your form, trying to memorize every curve of your body beneath his touch

He’s almost salivating by the time he reaches your shorts

He looks up at you one last time, like he’s asking for permission again, and when you nod once more, biting your lip, he pulls the material all the way down

He thinks he might be in heaven when your bare cunt is revealed to him

You’re so wet you’re glistening

And your scent has his head spinning—to the point where he can’t focus on anything else

He wants to take his time, good lord, he wants to savor this, but he’s too impatient for his own good

He pushes his mask up to kiss at your thighs and hips, his sharp teeth occasionally leaving teasing nicks into your soft flesh

Your hands reach out to fist at his hair, legs spreading apart just the faintest bit more

When his tongue first makes contact with your folds, he groans deeply

He must be in heaven

He’s immediately addicted, hooked on the taste of your dripping sex

He grasps your thighs, tugs your legs over his shoulder, and firmly holds you in place

When he presses his lips to your cunt, just like that, he’s gone

He loses himself entirely to you

He sucks at your clit, lapping long strokes up your slit, and circling at your entrance

The way your body reacts to him, the way your cunt clenches every time he delves further into you, all those fucking sounds you’re making for him

He wants more

He needs more, so much fucking more

You pull his hair, whimpering his name, and he has to stop himself from grinding down into the training mat beneath him

He’s so hard, it’s almost painful

But as long as he gets to keep fucking you on his tongue, he’s over the moon

He’s so lost in you that he almost fails to notice the way your thighs start shaking around him

You’re getting close, and every nudge of his lips and tongue against your clit is making you moan even louder for him

“F-fuck, Jack— Fuck!—“

Your back arches, lifting off the ground

You look like a goddess

Even as you cum, he can’t bring himself to stop

You’re moaning and squirming, writhing in the palms of his hand, and something about it is driving him absolutely feral

He snarls, pushing his tongue deeper down your sex until he can feel you clenching around him

The string of curses falling from your parted lips is like a prayer he knows he won’t forget

He only stops when you start pulling at his hair, trying to tug him off of you

You’re shaking from the overstimulation

He, on the other hand, is throbbing in his jeans

He’s never felt so desperate

He wonders if he’s on the verge of triggering a heat

He licks at his lips, tasting your arousal off of his skin

The room is filled with your scent, and your taste is on his tongue, but if it were up to him, he’d still have more

And fuck, you’re so cute when you’re all flushed and panting after your orgasm

What he wouldn’t give to be able to see you like this all the time

He sits up, and he has to tense his muscles to prevent himself from shaking with need as you fix your shorts back on

He wants to say something, anything, but he’s at a loss for words

The word friends still hangs in the dead air between the two of you

It’s just about the only thing stopping him from folding you into a mating press and filling you with his seed

You look unsteady on your feet when you pull yourself up to stand

He looks up at you, still kneeling in front of you, and all he can picture is how good you’d look sitting on his face right now

Why must you make him so insatiable?

You make up some excuse about needing to go, looking shy and flustered and bashful all at once

He wants to say something that’ll convince you to stay, but he’s way too horny to think straight

And for the first time this evening, he’s thankful he’s still wearing his mask

It’s pushed halfway up his face, but maybe that’s just enough to conceal his expression so that you can’t tell all the depraved thoughts he’s having

He’s left there, kneeling on the training mat he just ate you out on, as he watches you leave

And he thinks fuck it, he’ll make sure that won’t be the only time he gets to do that to you

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Whumptober, day one

YAY!!! First day of @whumptober Lets see how this goes YUDJUHDDHJ

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No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?

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Sidekick stumbled backwards as Villain advanced towards them. They could hear their own heartbeat in their ears, thumping loudly as if crying out for help.

“Give it up, kid. Tell me where Hero is and you and I can get along.”

Sidekick took a shaky breath before slowly bring up their fists, ready to fight as they got their footing back, “Not happening,” they rasped, hating themself for how weak their voice sounded, “I'm not going to stop fighting back.”

A cruel smirk cracked along Villain’s lips as they raised their fists too, “Me neither.”

This time, Sidekick lunged forwards first. They went to swing at the villain but their wrist was quickly grabbed, along with their other one before Villain drove their knee up into Sidekick’s stomach.

Sidekick cried out as they hunched over, only resulting in them being kneed in the face. They fell to the floor, not getting any break as Villain was quick to straddle their hips, delivering punch after punch.

Sidekick screamed out, letting out all their energy, grabbing both of Villain’s wrists before throwing them off of them. This time they straddled Villain’s hips. They shot out their witch blade, placing it just at Villain’s throat as they caught their breath, “You- you're going to leave me alone,” Sidekick growled, surprising themself at their own tone, “You're going…gonna leave me and Hero alone.”

Villain simply scoffed, “Oh please, you think you scare me? You're nothing but a weak link to Hero. They only hired you because they felt sorry for you.

And that was when Sidekick did something they were trained not to do. They let it sink in. Their grip on Villain loosened and they gulped. But Villain then turned Sidekick to the floor, snatching the blade from the other’s hand and drove it into Sidekick’s torso, ripping a scream from the other.

“Damn, I really thought we would get along,” Villain hummed, “Welp! See you around kid,,, or not,” Villain giggled before running off to the shadows who engulfed their figure- leaving Sidekick by themself.

Sidekick was gasping for breath, shaking hands pressing down onto their wounds as they broke down into sobs, god, they were pathetic.

Rustling from a nearby bush made Sidekick flinch, only further upsetting their wound as they whimpered. “Ple-please, Villain, I-I swear I don't kno-”

“Sidekick?”

Sidekick’s eyes blew open, “Hero?!”

The hero ran over kneeling beside their sidekick as their face contorted in guilt, “Oh, bud… I'm so sorry…” They took in their sidekick who lay on the ground, sweat coating their face and hair, skin paler than usual and blood everywhere.

“It's okay, you're gonna be okay, buddy.” 

Sidekick whimpered and nodded, leaning into the gentle touch in their sweat-soaked hair, “Hu-hurts..”

“I know… I know, I’ll make it stop hurting soon, we just need to bring you back the the HQ, alright”? Sidekick nodded slowly, their eyes fluttering closed but they opened them back up at Hero’s voice, “Heyhey, don’t be falling asleep on me, it would be one boring car ride back without you talking to me.” 

They both shared a laugh but Sidekick winced as their wound filled with fire. Hero gulped before they held up five of their fingers, “Hey, how many fingers am I holding up, bud?”

Sidekick squinted up as they tried to focus their vision on Hero’s hands, “Fff-fi-five?”

“Yeah! Good job! That’s how many sweets I’ll give you when we get home, got it?” Sidekick smiled and nodded, “Th’nk you..” They were going to be alright… but Villain’s words still cut deep into their heart. They were weak…

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #no.1 #beating #stabbing #sidekick whumpee #hero caretaker #villain whumper #hxv #heros and villains #stabbing tw #whump #whumpee #whump drabble #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o

[jesus-in-the-womb]

Ｇｉｌｄｅｄ Ｌｉｌｙ ~ 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 JOEL MILLER

Summary: You and Joel have spent the last few months caring for Ellie as you escort her to the fireflies. Over the course of these months, the two of you have grown strong feelings for one another. Joel begins to grow fearful of failing Ellie, alongside you. This fear leads to him fighting with the two of you, ignoring his love for you and ignoring his parental instincts for Ellie. Will he force the two of you to continue on without him? Or will he man up and accept his feelings?

Warnings: Nothing too naughty in this chapter, just a few swear words and angsty comments. So really, just Angst and Fluff. :) "Emotionless" Joel NO USE OF Y/N

Word Count: 2,248

“I don’t think I understand what you’re trying to say, Joel,” you spoke, your brows furrowing as his body language became agitated.

“I’m saying that I can’t do this anymore,” he spits, the venom dripping from his tongue like a sickly sweet honey coating a serpent’s fangs.

“Okay, but can’t what? Walk up this hill?” Ellie was absolutely perplexed, her eyes flighting between the two adults who stood before her with knowing looks on their faces and standoffish stances.

“No, Ellie, I can’t walk anymore. I can’t smuggle you anymore,” he turned to you, his gaze growing cold, “and I can’t stand your fucking face anymore.”

To say you felt your heart crumble into a million pieces was an understatement. It felt as though Joel plunged his heavy fist into your chest, ripping out your heart and stomping it beneath his mud-coated boots. You’d known the man for a concise amount of time, only a handful of months. But, months felt like years in this world, each day a fucking blessing from whatever god there was. You felt like you’d known Joel for years, Ellie too. You grew an attachment to both of them, feelings obviously varying from each other. Ellie felt like a younger sister, due to your somewhat close age proximity, seeing her as a daughter was far from your mental capacity. Joel, however, had this immense hold over you. It didn’t matter that he was in his mid to late 50s and you were at your ripe age of 28. You couldn’t deny the absolute love you held for him. Yes, love. You hadn’t realized you loved him until just now, but the feeling was very prominent these last few weeks. The truth hidden within the emotion burying itself behind the metal bars of your imprisoned brain. So, for the man you’d realized you loved to just stomp your heart into the dusty field you stood in, it fucking hurt.

“W-What?” you questioned, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to boil over the layer of lashes that protected your glossy eyes. 

“I said I can’t,” he spoke your name with distaste, clearly trying his best to get you to hate him. It wasn’t working, but it sure was hurting you, “you’re both very capable of handling yourselves, you’ll be fine.”

He stated this as if he himself believed it. Sure, you and Ellie had enough basic survival instincts and fiery hearts to pass between the two of you, but it wasn’t enough to keep you alive. Not just yet, at least. 

“Joel, you’re not fucking funny.” Ellie visibly deflated, her hands dropping from the straps of her backpack, fists clenching in either fear or anger, you couldn’t tell.

“I’m not joking, Ellie.” 

You took a few steps back from the man in front of you. Not in fear, but in defeat. If he wanted to leave, he could. You were going to try to stop him, but you sure as hell weren’t gonna let him see how much his sudden promise of departure affected you. Joel watched as you stepped away, silently pleading for you to look him in the eye, and see how much this pained him too. But, you refused. Your eyes turned to Ellie, jutting your hand out for her to grab.

“Come on, Ells, we’re clearly not wanted.” your words were like daggers, piercing Joel’s heart and digging their way through his concrete walls. He was so close to taking it all back, so fucking close. He couldn’t decipher if his guilt was coming from the look on your face or Ellie’s, or both. Either way, you two girls were surely killing him where he stood.

“Haven’t I given enough?” Ellie’s words cut through the tension harshly, her voice quivering and bordering on a sob. 

You felt your chest contract, eyes squeezing shut at her shattered state. You felt heartbroken for the girl, itching to pull her small form into a bone-crushing hug. Wishing you could hush her tears and whisper nothing but promises and declarations of your never-ending presence at her side. But, you couldn’t. You couldn’t move. Your feet buried themselves in the grass beneath the soles of your boots, planting you in place. Joel mirrored your horror and heartbreak. His fists clenched and unclenched with nerves, his chest shaking on a very breathy inhale.

“Ellie-” Joel could barely speak, watching the two girls he felt nothing but love for, cry because of him.

“Always the fool with the slowest heart.” you made sure you punctuated your words, cutting him off and making your insult known. It was obvious to everyone that stumbled across the three of you that Joel would die for either of you girls. But, it was entirely too obvious how head over heels in love he was with you. So, after reaching Jackson and being confronted about his feelings for you by his little brother, he thought too much about losing you. Either of you. He’d decided the night before that he’d make you go on your own, make you carry the not-so-much of a burden of escorting Ellie to the fireflies. When the sun woke with a tired yawn, ready to start the day, he lead you and Ellie outside the safe walls of the settlement. He briefly mentioned teaching you and Ellie how to hunt, but after killing only a few squirrels, his anxiousness caused you to poke. After poking the bear, his thoughts were released tenfold without a thought as to how it would make all three of you feel and react.

“What the hell’s that s’posed to mean?” his words were harsh, his hip jutting out as he placed both of his hands on them. His entire aura exuded pissed off, his chest heaving from unspoken thoughts.

“It means that you’re an asshole, who can’t accept his own emotions.” Ellie spat for you, siding with you quickly, noticing how much this all affected you too.

“I am not an asshole.” 

“Yes, Joel, you are an asshole. We’ll go, but just know that you did this.” you weren’t mean with this delivery. Your words came out soft, nearly a whisper. Ellie moved to stand beside you, wrapping her hand around your own quickly. Her fingers desperately chased some form of comfort. You offered that comfort easily. You squeezed her hand lightly before hiding your conjoined fingers behind your back, knowing how hard it was for the girl to show any form of sentiment.

“I did this, yes. But, I’m doing it to protect you,” his words confused the both of you, but he continued before either of you could question him, “I don’t want to get either of you hurt, I’m not as strong or agile as I used to be.”

Quickly realizing why he was choosing to push the two of you away, your face mirrored the image of a kicked puppy, not entirely what Joel was wishing to see right now.

“Is this because of that one guy’s comment?” you questioned, remembering a very small encounter from the night prior vividly.

You’d only been in Jackson for a few hours, but you were quickly falling in love with the town and everyone in it. You spent your last few hours of freedom in the packed makeshift bar, ordering your second beer of the night from Tommy, Joel’s little brother. Speaking of Joel, he was nowhere to be found. You had hoped to find the man in the stuffy crowd, but you turned up empty after observing every single face from your seat at the bar. Although you couldn’t find your travel companion and recently discovered love of your life, you still found yourself enjoying the solitude.

That solitude, however, was short-lived. The feeling of a warm calloused hand on your bare shoulder startled you. Living in the apocalypse brought on the terrible lack of human interaction, let alone the physical touch of a body that wasn’t trying to tear you apart with teeth or steel. So, when this hand slid from your shoulder to the back of your elbow you froze. Without even caring to look, you pretended it was your favorite little cowboy, slightly leaning into the touch.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?” The nasally voice broke you from your fantasy, pulling a frown onto your features before you hid it.

“Enjoying my beer,” you turned your head over your shoulder, eyes meeting a broad chest before shooting up to capture his gaze. He wasn’t bad looking, nor was he far from your age. But, he wasn’t Joel, “how about you handsome?”

You were never very good at flirting, so your sad attempt at capturing his attention was laughed off, his chest bouncing in joy. You began to flush, out of embarrassment. Not the kind of embarrassment that brings a smile to your face, but the kind that settles in the bottom of your belly. The kind that makes you second-guess yourself and confidence you just barely had a grasp on.

“I’m surprised you don’t have a man attached to those hips tonight, I know I’d be.” his words honestly grossed you out. Especially when his hand on your elbow fell to squeeze your hip.

Before you could speak out about how uncomfortable you were, the man you so desperately attempted to seek out tonight swept right in. Under the cold breeze of the early spring night, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulders, caging your grateful form in his warmth.

“She’s got a man.” although you knew it was just his way of helping you out of this entirely awkward situation, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies erupt in your lower belly.

“My bad man, didn’t know your daughter was spoken for.” his words were venomous, surely affecting Joel as his fingers slowly dug into your shoulder and curled around the fabric of your tanktop strap. As the creep walked away, you heard his sharp jab at Joel’s age, choosing to ignore the ageist word and turn to check up on your savior.

“He’s an asshole, ignore him, Joel.” you placed a hand softly on one of his pecks. Your friendly advances were shot down quickly, his own free hand wrapping around yours and pulling it from his body to rest at your side. You followed his lead, letting out a soft huff of air as his fingers lingered around your own.

“Yea, asshole.” with that he walked away, leaving the bar nearly as soon as he entered. Not only did he leave behind his all-encompassing scent, but he also left behind your worried stare. 

“Joel,” you called out his name when he didn’t answer, dipping your head down to attempt to meet his lost gaze, “don’t seriously tell me that’s what this is all about.”

“Yes, it is,” he finally spoke up, forgoing his embarrassment, “I’m too old for this shit, we all know it. You’ve seen it.”

“Joel, you are the most able-bodied person I’ve ever met. If anyone can get us there, it’s you. It’ll always be you.” Your words rang true, for everyone in the small circle of three. 

It didn’t take long for Joel to feel the tears in his eyes, didn’t take much longer for him to viciously swipe at his cheeks in order to hide them. He was barely okay with expressing how he felt, he wasn’t about to openly cry in front of the two of you. Your confident words were running through his mind, eating away at his tired brain and filling him with nothing but admiration. Leave it to you to change his mind, change the way he allows himself to feel.

“What if something happens to one of you, and I can’t get there in time to save you because I’m too fucking slow?” he asks, his face stoic but eyes swirling with emotion.

“Then we’ll handle it ourselves, Joel. Plus, I’m literally not gonna leave either of your sides, its fucking cold out here.” Ellie spoke, pulling a chuckle from the older man and a quiet giggle from you. Although he came after both of you when trying to escape his feelings, you began to feel the undying need to leave the two of them alone. No matter the bond you had with Ellie or Joel separately, it wasn’t anything like the bond the two of them were building. You knew Ellie had things she wanted to say, to Joel and Joel only. So, with a heavy but not disappointed heart, you finally dropped the girl’s hand. Stepping away from the two was easy, convincing the two of them that they’d be fine on their own was the difficult part.

“I’ll be over there, call out when you’re ready to go.” With a smile, you confidently mentioned the decision you knew Joel had finally made. He’d stay with you guys, it was practically smeared across his forehead in bright red ink, tattooing his skin and filling you with relief. Joel nodded, turning his back to you begrudgingly and offering a broken smile to the young girl before him. Ellie didn’t wait for you to get far enough before she started yelling at him like an upset teenage daughter would typically do, your ears catching the beginning of a rant that brought a smile to your face.

“You can’t leave us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, Joel quickly cut her off.

“I don’t plan to.”

#joel miller masterlist #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller masterpost #joel miller fanfiction #Joel Miller x reader fanfiction #pedrohub #pedro pascal masterlist #pedro pascal is daddy #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #angst #fluff #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #cute

[shirokuma11037]

Just messing with an Incorrect Quote Generator

Swear words are censored.

Uzi: I feel like V is looking down on me. N: That’s because they’re on the counter and you’re short.

Uzi: Guys it’s a shooting star, let’s make a wish! N: I wish for good grades. V: Nerd. N: Nevermind, I wish upon the shooting star to fall down at a 30° velocity aiming for V. :) Uzi: N…

N: When I was a kid, Uzi told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year. V: They are! N: FOR REAL? V: No! Why did you fall for it again?

V: I’ve never asked someone out. How do you even do it? N: Oh, what I do is, I look them up and down and I say: “Hey… how you doin’?” Uzi, scoffing: Oh, please. N, to Uzi: Hey, how you doin’? Uzi: Uzi: giggles and blushes

Murderer: Any last words? N: Do you think I'm cute? Be honest.

Uzi: Damn, the power went out. V: Don’t worry, I got this. V: shakes rapidly and starts to light up Uzi: What-? V: I swallowed a glow stick! Uzi, on the verge of tears: WHY WOULD YOU-

Uzi, to V: If you can ever manage to get over yourself, I would highly recommend being me.

V: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. V: That's why I own TEN guns. V: Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.

V: I have lots of friends! Uzi: Name one. V: Well, there’s- Uzi: Name one you haven’t gotten incredibly angry at. V: Hey, that’s not fair, then there isn’t any!

N, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?! V: …What does that even mean?!

N: Uzi, I… N: I love you! Uzi: Not my problem.

Uzi: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day— V: Bursts into tears Uzi: Why are you crying? V: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! sobs

the Squad cleaning up Uzi: Pick up the nearest piece of trash and throw it away. V, to N: Aight, which bin do you wanna go in—

Uzi is casually searching around the room V: Hey Uzi, what’re you looking for? Uzi: My will to live. N walks into the room Uzi: Oh, there it is.

N: I made this friendship bracelet for you. Uzi: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person. N: You don’t have to wear… Uzi: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

N, looking at their reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be? Uzi: Well, that's you. N: Me?! Is that what I look like? Uzi: You don't know? N: Busy day.

Uzi: You are an absolute f-ing dork. N, singing: Yeah, but I'm your dork! Uzi: sighs Yeah, you're my dork.

N: I knew this day would come… I saw it on the calendar.

V: N, you need to calm down. N, slamming their fists on the table: BUT HOW CAN IT BE "BIRTHDAY CAKE" FLAVOR IF A BIRTHDAY CAKE CAN BE ANY FLAVOR?!

V: I didn’t want to do it, no one else wanted to do it, so I made Uzi do it!

V: So, Uzi is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night. N: Why? V: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row. Uzi, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your as-.

Uzi: I know how this must look but I can assure you we have a perfectly logical explanation. N: Yeah! We’re cowards!

N, jumping out of V's closet: BOO! V: N: V: N: makes a sad face V: Ahh! Oh my god! You scared me!

V: N- N: sighs Uzi used to call me N… V: …Because it's your f-ing name.

Uzi: Life could be worse, N. N: Life could be a lot better too!

N: I can't imagine what Uzi is planning. But I can tell you two things. We won't like it and it won't be legal.

#murder drones #incorrect quotes #murder drones n #murder drones v #murder drones uzi #murder drones nuzi

[heeracha]

## jake’s watch. — p. jay

content/warning(s): e2l, jay x reader, jake being stressed, swearing, tell me when i missed something, lowkey highkey self-indulgent, unproof read

wc: 1.2k

note: kinda inspired by that one ep in friends and seinfield,,, i should stop watching these kinds of sitcoms,, again be proud that its not a hee fic lmao even though this was supposedly for hee hELP LMAO anyway enjoy <3 the pics lowkey contradicted jay here hELP

jake rolls his eyes, sighing as he opens the door of his shared apartment with jay. he goes in, the screams going back and forth from you and jay. jake looks at the two of you glaring at each other, looking like about to jump on the other and have a full on fist fight. jake never understood you two’s relationship. sometimes, he’d walk in with you in jay’s arm crying, other times jay would be screaming curses about how you’re always in the apartment, but jay would later on look for you in hopes to find your comfort.

but now, screaming at each other.

“how is it my fault?! explain—”

“you seriously agreed on this!”

“guys—”

“because you forced me to!”

“you know my ideas are stupid at times—”

“at times?! no! all of your ideas are stupid!”

“guys!” jake shouts, sighing as he momentarily closes his eyes. he looks at you and jay, finger pointing at the two of you. “can you not fight for a minute that i’m here?” jake says and you and jay silently glare at each other. “what are you doing here, y/n?”

“yeah, y/n, what the fuck are you doing here?”

“jay!” jake scolds and jay scowls as you smirk at him.

“sunghoon asked me to drop some stuff for you.” you say, grabbing the paper bag and giving it to jake who takes it, mumbling a thank you. “where have you been?”

“you plan to ruin his day?” jay says.

“no! i plan to ruin your face!” you burst and jake sighs as you and jay started screaming at each other again.

“oh, god,” jake mumbles as he covers his face with his hands. he comes forward, placing his hands on your shoulder and jay’s. “you two, stop.” jake says and you huff, glaring at jay as he clenches his jaw. “act like adults, please! one day you’re best friends, the other you hate each other. can you please fucking decide if you hate each other or what? please.”

“but jake, he—”

“ah! no.” jake dismisses.

“jake, they—”

“no! i don’t care!” jake snaps, sighing. he pushes the two of you down to sit on the couch. “talk to each other, whatever, i don’t care. if you hate each other, fight but not when anyone’s around. if you two are friends, then talk and laugh. if you like each other, go out on a date, make out, whatever!” he says as he goes to his room.

you and jay look at each other, then away from each other.

stupid denial idiots.

after a few moments, jake comes back out with his bag. “i’m gonna go to heeseung hyung’s. he needs help with something. i’ll be back late.” he says and jay hums, raising his hand as a bye. “oh, i need my watch tomorrow, okay?”

“i’ll give it tomorrow.” jay answers and jake hums.

“when i get back, no yelling, no shouting, no fighting. act like adults and resolve your issues.” jake says.

you softly sigh, grabbing a pillow as you feel a tug on the opposite end. you look up, seeing jay grabbing it as well. you let go, pushing it to him. “no, it’s fine.” jay says, pushing it back to you.

“no,” you softly say, pushing it back.

“just take it.” jay says, pushing it.

“i offered it first.” you say, glaring at jay.

“and i said it’s fine!” jay snaps.

and jake groans. “i haven’t left yet!” he says and you frown, pushing the pillow to jay, but he pushes it back again. so you push it to the floor causing jay to scoff. “seriously, you two need therapy.”

mhm, couples therapy.

“i’m going. no fighting, okay?” jake says and you hum. “bye.”

“bye.”

“take care.”

you look down, playing with your fingers as you soon hear the door closing. you turn to jay and he looks at you, noticing your actions. so, he turns to you as well. “so?” you softly ask and jay scoffs.

“don’t tell me you’re going to do what jake said.” jay said and you shrug, looking down. “i’m sorry for raising my voice.”

“me, too.” you say. “your ideas aren’t stupid.”

“i know.” jay says and you sigh, rolling your eyes. 

“why do you always do that?” you say. “when i’m on the verge of changing my mind that you are not an actual asshole, you would go and—”

jay leans in, pressing his lips against yours as you feel his finger under your chin, tilting your head as he kisses you. he pulls back, looking into your eyes and you pout. “you do that.” you softly finish and jay only smiles. you cup his cheeks, pressing your lips against his and he kisses back right away.

at least jake got what he wanted. he came home to a very peaceful apartment. lights off, no screaming, not shouting. jake goes to his bedroom, smiling as he sleeps peacefully. the next day comes, jake gets ready as he prepares himself for an event in his workplace. he comes out of his room in a semi-formal outfit, going to the kitchen as he sees jay sipping coffee while reading the newspaper. 

others go through their phones, but jay goes through the newspaper.

“morning,” jake greets.

“morning,” jay replies as he takes a mug, putting coffee in and giving it to jake who thanks him. 

“i assume you and y/n are okay now?” jake says. “for now, at least.”

jay hums, looking at him. “i think we’ll be okay for a long time.” he says and jake raises his eyebrows in surprise. “so, what’s the event for today?” 

jay and jake got to talking until jake finished his coffee. jake puts it in the sink, but when he sees jay glaring at him, he immediately grabs the sponge to wash it. “i’ll be going now,” jake announces as he dries his hands, jay humming. jake walks to the door, but stops when he remembers about his watch.

“jay, my watch. i want to wear it today.” jake says and jay hums, about to get off of his seat but stops. jake looks at him confused when jay opens his mouth, no words leaving and then looks at jake. “what?”

jay only clears his throat, nodding behind jake. jake turns around, seeing you. “morning,” he says with a smile.

“morning,” you say. “is this your watch?”

jake looks at what you’re holding and jake beams, taking it from you. “yeah, thanks. how did you know?” jake asks, chuckling.

“jay wears vintage-ish watches. the leather kinds, you know?” you say and jake hums, agreeing as he puts the watch on his wrist. he never saw jay wear steel ones, now that he’s thinking about it.

…now that he’s thinking, why the hell are you here on a sunday at 6:47 am? jake looks at you as his smile turns down, studying you and he notices now that you’re wearing jay’s oversized button up that falls on your knees. you press your lips into a thin line, looking at jake as he looks at jay who sips on his coffee, a subtle smile on his lips.

“i hate the two of you.” jake says, shaking his head as he grabs his coat and leaves the apartment. you only giggle as jay smiles widely. you go to him as you hug him from behind.

“good morning,” you greet and jay hums, kissing your cheek.

“good morning, honey.” he says as you look at him for permission to drink on his mug and he nods, putting an arm around you as he continues to read the paper.

oh, jake is going to deal with another thing.

— august 26, 2022. heeracha

#i just feel like jay's a newspaper kind of guy lmao idk why #Hiraya-M #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #jay imagines #jay scenarios #jay reactions #jay fluff #jay x reader

[steveharringtons-lover]

some boy cat calls you and calls you stuff like "slut" or "whore" and steve, your bsf who has a teeny tiny crush (more like in love with you) hears about it and kicks the mans ass 🤗🤗

-🌶 anon!

Sucker Punch

a/n: please leave me some more requests!! I am so desperate will write like anything

Steve Harrington x Reader (she/her)

summary: after being catcalled but your ex your best friend Steve looses his cool and gets into a fight. You help clean him up after.

warnings: catcalling, swearing, smut (unprotected) written super late with no grammar or spelling checks.

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“Oh my god! That was the most boring thing I’ve ever had to sit through!” You say looking over to your bestfriend walking a long side you.

“You are so dramatic it wasn’t that bad!” Steve says looking over to you.

“You didn’t even want to go we were just going to support Robin!” You day playfully nudging Steve’s side.

“We weren’t even going to go! You were all like ‘oh we should go and watch support Robin!” Steve says jabbing your sides causing your to giggle.

The two of you were heading down the street to go grab bite to eat.

“Steve!” You say unable to contain your giggles, you couldn’t help but smile whilst you were around him.

Even though he was only your best fiend, sometimes you wish you could be more.

“So where do you want to eat?” Steve asks you snapping you away from your thoughts.

“I’m leaning towards the bakery or maybe we could-“ You begin to say before your cut off by another voice.

“You look such a slut dressed like that y/n.” You recognise the voice almost immediately, it’s your ex-boyfriend.

Your heart drops, but Steve is quick to step in.

“Who the fuck do you think you are saying shit like that man.” Steve says standing in front of you blocking you from your ex.

“I’m not fucking wrong Harrington take a look at her.” You ex says jabbing Steve in the chest.

You can tell by the look on Steve’s face this isn’t going to end well, before you can say anything your being cut off again.

“Your a fucking bastard.” Steve yells at him shoving him backwards.

“Your gonna regret that’s Harrington!” Your ex yells swigging his fist towards Steve’s face.

Steve staggers back a red mark left on his jaw, Steve quickly gets his balance back and takes a swing at your ex.

The two boys are punching each other and before you know it they’re on the floor beating each other.

“Stop! Steve get off him!” You yell trying to break them up before a cop comes and arrests them.

But it’s too late, it’s the middle of the day in the centre of town. The sound of sirens can be heard in the distance.

“Steve cops, get up!” You yell trying to pull him off your ex.

The two of you make a run for it desperately trying to remember where you parked Steve’s car.

“Steve what the fuck were you thinking!” You yell at him both of you still running down the street.

“That bastard had it coming.” Steve’s says to you, the car finally coming into view.

“Steve I’m driving! Keys!” You say, the sound of sirens fading alway as you quickly get into the car and drive away.

The car ride home is silent, Steve’s in the passenger seat with a can of coke resting on his swollen face.

You decide to drive back to his house, less chance of his parents being home and having to explain what had just happened.

The two of you ventured up to the bathroom to clean Steve up, you both sat on the bath as you tried to clean the blood off of his face.

“Jesus Steve what we’re you thinking.” You say getting a better look at his injuries up close.

“No one should speak to you like that.” Steve mutters avoiding eye contact.

“Why did you have to hit him?” You ask, you’ve had to clean him up after far too many fights.

“I don’t know I just- fuck it’s so stupid never mind.” Steve says wincing at the pain.

“No Steve you can’t just say that! Tell me, please.” You ask growing increasingly more concerned.

“I don’t know you just do something to me, you make me. Fuck how do I put this.” Steve says struggling to find the words.

“I think I’m in love with you!”

You pull back from him in shock, you watch as his face twists with regret. Before he has time to get up you kiss him.

Your hands are in his hair and Steve’s hands are on your waist pulling you close, the kiss sends shivers down your spine.

God you’ve been waiting for this moment for years.

He groans into your mouth his face still swollen and in pain, you pull back from him not wanting to hurt him.

“Fuck- I’m sorry.” Steve says clutching his head in pain.

“It’s alright Steve, let me take care of you.” You say hoping down from the bath and kneeling in between his legs.

You bring your hands down to his jeans working quickly to unzip them and pull them down along with his boxers.

You run your hand up and down the length of his cock teasing him before you lick a line from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Fuck- you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” Steve says grabbing onto the wall the brace himself.

You out the tip of his cock in your mouth swirling your tongue around it before talking more of it into your mouth.

The sweet sound of Steve’s moans overflow the bathroom.

Steve his free hand into your hair slightly pushing down as you take the rest of his cock into your mouth.

After only a few minutes you can hear Steve curse under his breath. “Fuck I’m going to cum, oh fuck sweetheart.”

You can feel as he comes in your mouth, you bravely swallow it back and look up at Steve from your position on the floor.

“I’d get a million fights if I meant I could do this over and over again, but don’t worry sweetheart il repay the favour after a couple tylenols.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x henderson!reader #stranger things fanfic #pretty boy steve harrington

[the-yoru-whoru]

Yoru x Reader x Chamber | poly | rivals | n*fw | dub con | face fucking | blindfolds | short

“You’re a fucking weirdo,” You could hear Yoru say irritably.

You could imagine his face pulled into a scowl, eyes narrowed and fists itching for a fight.

A suave voice cut in, tone much more even then the first, “I have unconventional tastes; so what. I don’t see the big deal.”

You wanted to interject, to tell them to stop arguing for one second and let you catch your breath.

“The big deal is,” Yoru cut in, “Is that cause of you I don’t get to see her face.”

Chamber sounds confused, “Quel? I only covered her eyes.”

“Yeah, that’s the fucking point. I can’t see her pretty eyes water while I fuck her face.”

You can practically hear the French man rolling his eyes, “I truly doubt she wants to look at your ugly visage the whole time.”

“Asshole…” Yoru mumbled.

You tried not to gag when he shoved his cock deeper into your mouth, as if trying to vent his frustrations out on your face. You couldn’t even silently plead for him to give you air with your eyes; the cloth was thick , the only thing you could see were faint dark shapes moving beyond the blindfold, which you were assuming was Yoru, standing up and looking down on you servicing his cock.

There was another cock pushing inside of you from behind as well. You could hear Chamber groaning as he pounded your hole, the lewd noises almost loud enough to cover up Yoru’s harsh swears as he thrusts his hips into your mouth without a care. You could feel your hands and knees buckle, and you tried your hardest to stay steady, despite being swayed forward and back with every rough thrust from either end.

“You feel so perfect, darling,” his French accent was ragged with arousal and satisfaction.

You could only imagine what he was seeing; you skewered on his cock, form trembling and weak as you were choked from one end and fucked from the other. The two of them had insane stamina, and at this point you were almost afraid you would pass out from the overstimulation and lack of proper air.

Yoru’s cock hit the back of your throat again, but this time he didn’t pull away. You tried to back off his long member, but a rough hand pressed against the back of your head, shoving you close against his pelvis. You tried to focus on breathing out your nose, his musky scent filling your brain and making you dizzy.

“Oh god… I could fuck this slutty mouth forever,” Yoru slurred, accent thick in the midst of his pleasure.

You heard Chamber tsk from behind you, “Typical. No class at all.”

“Oh yeah?” Yoru snapped, grabbing your hair now and pulling at it.

You whimpered the best you could, lips spread wide around his cock, jaw sore and throat abused. You were starting to see stars, and you were worried if Yoru would forgot you needed air.

“Yes. At least I can make her feel good. Do you know how many times I’ve made her cum on this cock?”

“I don’t care,” Yoru states dully, as he finally pulls out of your mouth, letting you gasp for a second before quickly shoving back in, “Her voice is gonna be all hoarse tomorrow and everyone will know it’s cause of me. Bigger mark then you could ever leave, huh?”

You felt Chambers hands tighten on your waist, and you pray Yoru’s goading doesn’t make him do anything brash. Your arms and legs trembled under you, and your pussy was beyond sore. And they were both just so big… it was hard to think straight when they kept shoving their cocks inside of you, conversing over your body like it was just another petty argument.

“Lowly rift walker,” Chamber actually sounded pissed off for once, “I’m going to fuck her so hard she won’t even be able to walk straight for days. The only thing she’ll be able to remember is me. Not you.”

Yoru made a half-scoff half-moan, suddenly jackhammering his shaft roughly into your warm mouth as you gagged.

“Ugh— fuck this blindfold,” Your vision is suddenly flooded with light, “Hey baby, look at me.”

You blearily look upwards, past his moving hips and his exposed chest, to Yoru’s displeased face, which was flushed a deep red. He throws the blindfold to the side with one hand, and locks eyes with you.

“That’s it,” He groaned, “Keep looking at me, there you go. Show me how those pretty eyes cry for me, yeah? Only me, right?”

You have no way of answering him, but your eyes do fill with tears. The room smells like sex and sweat, but they still aren’t done, the two men using your body like a doll. Yoru looks satisfied by your compliance, hand going to your hair to this time run his hand through the strands, the gentle gesture feeling like a reward in the midst all the pain you’ve put up with.

“You dirty cheater,” Chamber hisses.

Yoru glances up at the other man and smirks victoriously. You feel like you can hear Chamber gritting his teeth before he’s suddenly pounding into you even harder, and leaning over your small body and biting down your backside. You cry out in surprise and pain, but the sound is still muffled by Yoru’s dick, so your cries come out as soft moans and whimpers.

“Good fucking girl… keep making those sounds for me,” He says between bites, “Let me hear how much you love when I mark you up, darling.”

You can feel bruises and hickys already forming on your backside. You want to tell the two of them to stop fighting already, but it’s too late.

When you feel Chamber’s lips curve into a smile against your skin, and Yoru’s hands grip at your hair again, pulling you against him roughly, you know for certain.

It’s gonna be a long night.

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[dilf-whore]

Hello there, I hope you're having a good day/night! I have been really hooked on your writing recently ever since I read the first part of the billy hargrove x tutor reader one.

I don't really see any of these, but if you're up to it,

May I ask for a billy x step sister sister (Max's sister, and close to Max's age as well) where he treats her the same as max, but y/n gets possessed by the mind flayer instead of billy, but she survives somehow, but gets hurt during the fight, And billy feels bad for being so mean to her and tries to treat her and max better, thank you.

I am a sucker for these types of fanfiction, I eat these up lmao😂. You don't have to if you don't want to, but thank you for taking the time to read this❤ And sorry if this is confusing I don't word things right😔

promise

pairing: billy hargrove x f!stepsister!reader x max

genre: angst, fluff, violence and mentions of injuries

summary: your stepbrother helps save you from the mind flayer

A/N: let me know your thoughts! ❤️

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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Billy rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance. He should be at home now but instead, he catches his stepsister and her friends breaking in the community pool. His eyes filled with anger and his fists clenched as he approaches them, he suddenly stops in his tracks when he hears a scream from the sauna. “Who the fuck is that?” he says pushing the kids away, he notices the door is locked with chains and he sees you vigorously sweating and panting through the small glass. “What are you doing? Why is that brat in there?” he puts is hands on his hips and turns around to face Max and her friends.

“Billy look, it’s hard to explain and you won’t believe me anyways but just go home. I promise we’ll clean up after - we won’t get you in trouble” Max says pulling him away from the door. Billy gets out of her grasp, “fine. But if you break anything inside or whatever, you and Y/N are-”

“P-please let me out!, I didn't do those. I-I swear!” you cry out, cutting him off. Billy approaches the sauna and peaks through the glass window once more, Max follows and looks at you in worry. “Y/N? w-what are you talking about?” she calls out “I’ve done really really bad things. Someone, something’s making me do it, I-I can’t control it. It’s always with me I can’t get rid off it! God I-I’m so scared” you say trembling, tears streaming down your face - you’re trying to fight back as you could feel it taking over you again.

“O-okay Y/N, relax okay? I believe you, we’ll find a way” Max reassures. You nod and try to calm yourself down, but it’s too strong. Your hands drop on the floor and you start panting again. Will suddenly feels a familiar chill on the back of his neck, he puts his hand on it and his heart starts beating fast, “the mind flayer’s taking over” he warns. Max pulls Billy as they all walk back, he has no idea what he’s doing and why he’s tolerating the annoying weirdos with him - he can’t even let out a single word. The lights start flickering making them scared, Billy sees your figure - black veins starting to appear on you.

Your fist hits the glass and reach for the door - you couldn't control it anymore, it’s like it dragged you out of your mind  and trapped you on a seat as you watch yourself do horrible things to innocent people through a TV screen. You manage to break the chains and open the door, “I’m gonna fucking gut you!” you growl. You go towards Max but before you could lay your hands on her, you were already off the floor. 

Billy drags Max who’s crying away and sees one of her friends, El approaching you with her hand out and nose bleeding. It seemed like she was the one trying to stop you from attacking the redhead, her fingers then tightens and push her hand farther - pushing your body away causing the wall to break down. You quickly stand up and head out, the mind flayer ordering you to go back to Steel Works.

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In the Wheeler’s basement, Billy takes the last sip of his drink as Max finishes explaining everything. Billy rests his forehead on his palm and try to process what she just said, that probably explains why she’s acting so different lately he thought. He was doubting it at first but when Mike said that Nancy, Steve, Jonathan, Joyce and Hopper knows and actually believes these things, he had no choice but to trust them - you were just flying off the ground moments ago.

“Is this why Y/N’s been showering with a bunch of ice lately?” he asks.”Yes, it-it likes it cold” Will replies.

“That’s why we tried putting her in the sauna, because the last time the mind flayer got out off me ‘cause my mom put a bunch of heaters around me - forcing it out” he adds.

Billy looks over El who’s blindfolded and seated in front of the radio. “What’s she doing?” he points at her. “Looking for Y/N” El responds.

After a few moments, El gasps and takes the blindfold off - catching her breath.

“She’s headed to the mall”

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After managing to get El, you drag her towards the mind flayer. You let go of El, dropping on your knees and scream in pain as you felt something hot piercing through your skin, you look up and see fireworks being thrown at the creature. 

“Stay here” Billy instructs Max and run towards you.

“No no no no Billy!”

He rushes to you and gently lays his hand on your shoulders and kneels in front of you. His eyes starts to get teary as he sees you cry in pain and wounds starting to form on your skin. He shakes your body and attempt to bring you back but it wasn't working. 

“Y/N I know you’re in there, p-please! It’s me, your brother, Billy!” he desperately calls out.

 Your body suddenly stopped reacting with the creature, you’re trying to come back. Billy notices the change in your behavior and cups your cheek - tears now falling, “I’m sorry Y/N, I’m sorry for how I treated you and Max”. He sniffs and looks at your eyes, “remember when we were younger, you always asked me to teach you how to surf? I promise I’ll teach you this time, we’ll go to the beach. A-and we’ll go to wherever you and Max want” 

Max runs to the both of you. You stay silent for a while when all of the sudden, you place your hand on top of his and on Max’s thigh with the other. “Max? Billy? I-I’m here, I’m finally here!” you say. Max sighs in relief and Billy brings you both into a tight hug, his tears still wouldn't stop.

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Billy and Max helps you out of the mall and settles you down as the paramedics attend to your wounds. You look at Billy who’s hand is protectively over Max’s shoulder, “did you really mean it? what you said back there?” you ask.

“Of course I do. I’ll make it up to the both of you, I promise”

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[giggly-squiggily]

imma put in a small bllk senario here ehehe

remember episode 24 where rin was teaching the gang english

rin got angry at bachira for throwing the paper plane at him so tokimitsu had to hold him back but accidentally squeezed rin’s hips while doing so… maybe thats how they found out rin was ticklish there (/•/w/•/)

and then hell broke loose and it just ends up being tickle fight, rin on the loosing end (i can imagine isagi just hiding in the corner being a bystander again ehehhehe)

have a nice day

Aekjajkrjkejkrjkt this is golden! Rin needs to be tickled more often akjlerjkajkrakjr I had to turn it into a fic- that's the laws of Squiggily brain-rot. I hope you like it, friend!

EP. 24 SPOILERS AHEAD: It's nothing wild or major; it's literally based off that hilarious scene, but I'll tag accordingly anyway :)

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“I can FLY DAY!” Bachira cheered, his paper airplane soaring across the table and smacking Rin dead on.

That was the last straw, it seemed.

“Screw this! I can’t take it anymore!” A notebook went flying, smacking Bachira in the back of the head as Rin stood in rage, veins pulsing and fist knuckle white. “How long do we have to do this shit- COME HERE!”

“Ah, no! Rin, wait!” Tokimitsu yelped, arms wrapping tightly around Rin’s waist in an effort to keep him from jumping across the table. Aryu was still trying to figure out the whole “Th” noise, wincing when he bit his tongue, as Bachira made a bunch of gibberish in his seat, giggling through the entire thing.

Isagi pulled one earbud out, taking a moment to watch the chaos go down around him. He wasn’t surprised this was the outcome of their lessons. Not with Rin’s short temper and Bachira’s inadvertent way of grinding it down to a nub.

Still- it didn’t make the sight any less entertaining. He paused his audio but kept his headphones in as he watched.

“Rin, calm down! We have to get this right!” Tokimitsu was losing grip and adjusted his hands, one coming to the teal-haired teen’s hip and squeezing. “Ego Sensei will be-”

“GAH!”

Another new development- Isagi felt his eyes widen when Rin’s leg seemed to give out suddenly, sending him back into Tokimitsu. The buffer of the pair yelped as he adjusted once more, preventing any injury. Unfortunately- whatever he did got a similar noise out of Rin and the two hit the deck, a foot kicking the table on the way down and sending homework flying everywhere. Isagi yelped, hands shooting out to stop the table from upsizing onto the remainder of their little group.

“R-Rin! I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?” Tokimitsu squawked pitifully, arms still around the taller boy.

“I’m fine, now get the hell off me!” Rin snapped, trying and failing to pull himself free from the other’s death grip. “I swear to god-nngh!”

“Hold still- you just kicked the table.” Aryu crawled over, dragging a finger up Rin’s foot as he checked for damages. “So not glam- but it’s not broken. It’s gonna hurt for a few days, I'd imagine."

“Whatehever, now let me up- GAH! Rin yelped again, only this time instead of Tokimitsu being the cause, it was Bachira. “What the hell, bob cut?”

“My my, this is interesting~” Bachira cooed, eyes dancing. “Rin-chan, you didn’t yelp because Tokimitsu tickled you, did you?”

To Isagi’s absolute amazement, Rin’s face flushed a pretty pink color. He had yet to witness the other blush at anything before.

“Bachira, I swear to god, I will suffocate you in your sleep tonight-” Rin growled, only to let out a choked laugh when Aryu wiggled a finger against his foot once more. "Stop that!"

“Oh my, what a glam discovery~ Our dear Rin is ticklish?” He shared a look with Bachira, nodding once. “Keep him down, Toki.”

"Okay! Sorry, Rin!"

“NO! No, get the hell away! Stay bahahhahhack!” Rin tried sounding intimidating, but the second Bachira’s fingers attacked his hip, it was over. “Baahhahchira, dohohohohon’t!”

“Hehe! Tickle tickle, Rin~”

Isagi almost dropped his cassette, eyes wide and a faint blush on his cheeks as he listened to Rin laugh. It was bright and rich sounding, contrasting greatly with his usually subdued personality. He was currently in a losing fight between yanking away Tokimitsu’s arms caging him in and slapping at Bachira’s aggressive fingers; his leg kicking helplessly as he tried wiggling away from Aryu’s pinching fingers against his knee.

Isagi had heard a lot of laughs in Blue Lock. Soft muffled giggles from Chigiri to loud booming cackles from Kunigami. Bachira’s gremlin snickers to the high pitched titters of Nagi. All were great to listen to, and Rin’s was right up there.

And holy gods, that smile…

“Wow, Rin-chan! Aren’t you pretty when you smile!” Bachira sang, his thumb pressing against a particularly bad spot that had Rin swearing through his giggle fits. “I bet you love this, huh? Do you like it when I tickle you here? Or here?” He had both hands attacking now, gently massaging the joint between where his leg began and hip ended. That earned him a rather delightful sounding scream. “Ooo, that’s a bad spot, huh?”

‘BAHAHAHHCHIRA, FUHHUHUHUCKING STAHHAHAP IHIHIHIIIHT!” Rin swore, cheeks a deep shade of pink and eyes squeezed shut with mirthful tears. He looked about at his limit, and Isagi felt compelled to say something.

“Now, Bachira, let the man breathe.” Aryu, who must have been thinking the same thing, reached out and gently prodded the younger boy’s ribs. “We still need five people afterall.”

“Aehehe! Oohoohokay-Take THIS!” Bachira cheered, diving forward onto Aryu with flying fingers. They danced along his ribs, and Aryu…

“Oh..you’re not ticklish..” Bachira stopped, sounding a tad bummed at the discovery. Aryu smirked, eyes dangerous.

“Oh no, I am ticklish- just not there. A bold guess though- very glam of you. Now~” Aryu’s long arms were around Bachira in seconds, the smaller teen’s shrieks of laughter quickly came as painted nails drilled into his shoulder blades. “Come on, let’s see how bad it is for you!”

“Bachira! Hang on-” Tokimitsu released an exhausted Rin, scooting towards the pair in an attempt to save their dribbler. “I know where to go! His thighs- Ehehehehehehe!” Tokimitsu didn’t get a chance to finish- Aryu had released one hand to squeeze beneath the muscly player’s ribs, making him shoot up and squeal.

“Another glam guess, but you’re incorrect. Let’s see if either of you can figure it out.” Aryu let out a soft titter as he brought both boys down beneath him, Bachira’s cheeks pink and Tokimitsu laughing helplessly. Isagi pushed a fist against his mouth, shaking with mirth at the sight.

“Gohohod..he’s awful.” Rin groaned, surprising Isagi out of his giggle fit. He looked exhausted, hair messy and ears still bright red. Isagi resisted the urge to muse his hair more and call him cute. “How the hell did you get through Team Z with him pulling that crap?”

“Honestly? Scapegoats.” Isagi nodded, reflecting back on the many times he might have “redirected” Bachira’s attention to a different person in the team. “Didn’t always work of course- when Bachira wants to tickle someone, he’ll do it.”

“Hm…” Rin was quiet, then those pretty eyes of his slid over to Isagi, something curious in his gaze. “So does that mean you’re ticklish?”

“Rin Itoshi.” Isagi turned to him fully, raising his chin. “I am but a mere mortal aiming to be the greatest striker in the world. I have the ability to lie, but I won’t. I am ticklish. HOWEVER!” He cried dramatically, startling the other. “If you dare tickle me, I now have the knowledge that you’re just as bad if not more. If you dare choose to tickle me today, I shall find you in your bed at the wee hours of the night and tickle you until you’re pleading for the Soccer gods to strike you where you stand.” He raised a brow, daring the other to try.

Rin blinked, staring at him. A slight twitch to his lip was the only indication he thought Isagi’s ‘anime protag monologue’ was amusing. “I’ll take my chances.” He decided a second later, and before long, Isagi was flat on his back, squealing and giggling like a child as Rin seeked out all his own tickle spots.

Thanks for reading!

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[inscrutable-shadow]

Whumptober 2023 Day 2 - Take Two and Call Me in the Morning

@whumptober-archive

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don’t care about you.”

contains: swearing and a generally pissed-off pseudo-supervillain

also available on ao3!

“Are we done here?” I feel like shit. I don’t really want to sit here being poked and prodded for God knows how long.

“Doctor Discontent,” or Doc Disco as he’s more commonly called around here, spins around in the office chair. “Absolutely not. Hellraiser herself comes into my office complaining of a mysterious malady, and you expect me to send her home with two pills and a glass of water?”

I sigh. “Are you even a real doctor? I just wanted cold medicine or someshit.”

“Have you ever gotten a cold before?” I notice how he doesn’t answer whether or not he’s a real doctor.

“You mean… since the Nova? No. You said I’m too hot for it.” My natural body temperature’s pretty high now, usually somewhere around a hundred and six. Doc Disco says it’s a miracle my brain doesn’t fry, but it’s also a “miracle” that I can melt steel with my breath, so I don’t put a lot of stock in that.

He smiles mischievously and I recoil a bit, feeling like an experiment. “So, when you present with a cough and malaise, what I would usually consider a mundane rhinovirus and treat with rest, I’m duty-bound to investigate. Let’s start with your temperature, why don’t we? Won’t hurt a bit.”

Whether or not the thermometer’ll hurt is the least of my worries, but I don’t really have a choice if I want anything for this. I can’t keep coughing all the time, I haven’t been able to control the temperature at all and I’ve already melted a full set of tableware. I already spend most of my time on edge trying to make sure I don’t burn everything around me. I can’t fucking function like this. Plus, I’m tired and I can’t even smoke.

Doc puts the metal end of the thermometer in my mouth and I just try to concentrate on not coughing at it. I think he can tell I’m holding my breath. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he lets out a low whistle. “You haven’t been experiencing any muscle cramps or nausea by any chance?” I would shake my head no, but it makes my headache worse. “Pupillary response is normal, at least. Your internal temperature is one fourteen point six. Even for you, I’d consider that hyperpyrexia. And yet, you seem to be, well, not no worse for wear, but not seizing on my floor, at least.”

I blink at him. “And… that’s a good thing, right? That I’m not… seizing? Are you gonna help me or not?” I don’t really enjoy hearing that I should be dying.

“Of course I’ll help, but I need to identify the problem first.” He pulls one of those long cotton swabs out of a drawer and puts new gloves on. “We’ll do some cultures and I’ll put you on an antipyretic. How’s that sound?”

Uh, yeah, no. “If you stick that thing down my throat, I’m gonna cough on you.” I’m basically an oven right now: at best, it’ll blister, and at worst, I’ll set him on fire. Falcon’ll kill me if “Doctor Discontent” isn’t ready to fight “Fist of Justice” (yeah, I know) tomorrow night. Besides, as much as he weirds me out, he doesn’t really deserve a second-degree burn.

Doc frowns. “Ah. Well, could you try to hold it back?”

“Whatever happened to ‘germs can’t live in my body because it’s too hot’? It’s not like the Nova did anything to them. What’s the point in cultures?” I’m trying really hard not to cough anyway. It’s not going well.

He wags a finger. “Not true, actually. Several types of beneficial bacteria are perfectly comfortable in your usual body temperature range. Otherwise, we would have had to work out an alternate solution for your digestive health. It’s entirely possible that an extremophile version of a common rhinovirus or streptococci may have taken up residence in your mucosa! It’d be a delight to study it.” I hate it when he talks like that. “Here, why don’t you have a dose of core suppressant and we’ll try after that?”

Not gonna work. “I’ve been chugging the shit like water. Won’t bring my temp down even a little.” Most of the suppressant in the building probably goes to me for one reason or another. Perks of being Hellraiser, I guess.

Doc’s brow furrows again. “I think I’ve talked to you about the consequences of overconsumption. It’s possible you provided an opening for this to happen. If you need more than sixteen ounces in four hours, you need to report for a discharge or come see me, understand?”

“Whatever, doc. Let’s just get this over with.” Fuck me. I just want to go to bed. If Doc ever finds out how much suppressant I use, he’s gonna flip his shit.

I take a deep breath and open my mouth for the swab. Maybe if I just stay extra relaxed, I won’t cough. Maybe. I’ve never really had a reason to cultivate a poor gag reflex. My tongue has other uses, if you get what I mean. My throat tightens around the scratchiness of the cotton and it takes everything I have not to breathe in or out. Every second is hell, but eventually, the swab is pulled out. Doc has just enough time to get out of the blast radius before the explosion comes.

The choking, hacking coughs I’m about used to at this point. I didn’t mean to start super-heating anything else, though. I’m too busy worrying about trying to breathe again to care that jets of plasma aren’t just coming from my nose, but also circling my chest and legs just like they would if I were performing. I distantly hear “Fen, please!” (he never calls me that, nobody does except Portent, it’s always just ‘Hellraiser’) before, moments later, I’m drenched in fire extinguisher foam.

I wipe the soapy stuff out of my eyes. “Get what you wanted?”

“Uh, yes. I’ll… run these. That’s… I can see why you were concerned.”

Nobody in this place ever fucking listens to me. “Yeah. Hope I didn’t get you with any of that. Tried to control it, but you know how it is.”

Doc sets the fire extinguisher down on his desk and puts a hand on his hip. “No, I’m just fine. Can’t say the same for my examination bench.” Oof. Yeah, that shit’s melted. It’s gonna have my assprint in it forever now. Not even my clothes got spared, even though they’re special heat resistant fabric designed to withstand me. I actually like this hoodie, and now it’s full of holes. Shouldn’t have expected so much out of it, I guess. These aren’t my performance wear so they’re not rated for temperatures hot enough to warp steel.

“Fuck me. Guess that’s my collateral budget.”

Doc frowns and rummages in a cabinet for a minute before handing me a pill bottle. “Why don’t you take this cough suppressant while I figure out if it’s viral or bacterial? Prevent any more… incidents.” Fucking finally.

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[winderlylandchime]

2/2 ‘BEN YOU SUCK! You suck so bad! Fuck you! Mike deserves better! What a piece of shit. Mike, dump him! Dump him hard!’ the Linds/Sam scene is up ‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS FUCKING GALLERY?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?! WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK IS HAPPENING?! LINDSAY?! WHAT THE FUCK?! *looks at me* just so we’re clear. It’s not that shes fucking cheating with a dude…it’s just..WHY HIM?! Whats wrong with the blondie’s in this show? First Justin with that dude, now her with this pig. MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOP’ and we are back to Ben and his student ‘oh are you gonna cheat too?! What is going on over here?! BEN STOP KISSING HIM! (The guy reveals that he wants to be infected) WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS SHOW?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?? WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT THE FUCK? MAKE ALL OF THIS STOP!’ And we are finally back to Britin ‘look at Blondie making boner tea! *gasps and points to the tv* HE DRANK IT?! He actually drank it. I thought he’d get offended and angry and throw it. MY BABY IS GROWING UP AND CHANGING! Justin..i dont think it works that fast. (brian tells justin whats bothering him) wait. He’s actually sharing? His problems? He’s talking? With words? Not to sound like a broken record but MY BABY IS GROWING UP!’ And we are officially at the Deb/Joan scene ‘she’s praying for Brian. Oh that’s sweet. HE DOES HAVE THE BIGGEST HEART *he is once again tearing up* (joan pops up) what the fuck are you doing here bitch?! (Joan says at least we have our children) the fuck you do. You don’t have SHIT! NO DEBBIE DO NOT TELL HER! SHE DOESNT DESERVE TO KNOW. Fuck her.’ ‘I missed Emmett and Ted being best friends! This is so nice to see again! I missed them! Dont leave me ever again!’ ‘I swear every attempt they make to try and get Ben less boring, it fails. Because what kind of fuck shit storyline is this?!’ And Joan popped up on the screen ‘for fucks sake! What is she doing here? Brian, you shouldve kicked her out. HA she likes the name, brian pleaseeeeee tell her your boyfriend came up with it! PLEASE! Of course he’s not gonna let me have this (Brian says the maybe bc she loved him line) EXACTLY! And she loves you too. (Joan says she loves brian at that exact moment) not you, you bitch. You dont know love. Fuck you. Brian kick her out. DEBBIE TOLD?! THAT WAS NOT HERS TO TELL! WHAT THE FUCK DEBBIE! God’s plan? What the fuck is she saying? Shes saying that he has cancer because he’s gay? *looks at me* can i throw something at her? Please? If i break the tv, ill buy you a new one (the answer was obviously no to which he groaned like a child) FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH! (Joan says he can still change) he already has! He’s grown so much! BRIAN KICK HER OUT PLEASE! (Brian says he wants to be hard) *starts laughing like an idiot* tell her about the boner tea! Justin would’ve told her, that little shit. (Brian tells that one day in heaven line) poor baby. I want to hug him. Debbie, i wanna fight you so bad! Twice you did this to him! TWICE! What the fuck! Let kids ignore their shitty abusive parents if they want to! (brian realizes that he has a boner) look at god being an *makes fist* ally’ We are at the scene where Drew kisses Emmett and he just gasped and stared with his mouth opened. And back to Britin! ‘Is he looking for Blondie? Of course he is! LOOK AT THEM CELEBRATING A BONER!’ ‘Wait. Ben wrote a new book? Poor mike. Imagine reading your man basically cheated on you and then he gives it to you for an opinion’ unfortunately he only watched these two episodes because he had PT afterwards and then when we came back he was exhausted and went to lay down but let me tell you what also happened..

What is wrong with the blondies on this show? Indeed. They cheat with the worst men. Ever.

AND YES WHY THE FUCK DOES DEBBIE TELL JOAN? Stay the fuck out of Brian’s relationship with his parents.

HE HAS GROWN SO MUCH. Your brother really sees it. Sometimes I feel like I’m in this fandom echo chamber where we each recite the evidence that Brian changes because we want him to grow and change (for his own happiness, no one can tell me he was perfectly happy in the pilot) (and for the ship) but then that seemingly all disappears in S5 so I start to gaslight myself. A complete stranger seeing the series and seeing the changes is so validating. So thank you siblings Anon.

“look at god being an *makes fist* ally” Yes she is!

Look at them celebrating a boner!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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001 … …  (  THE CALLER YOU HAVE TRIED TO REACH...  )

"We're sorry you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel this is in error, please check the number dialed, and please try again."

CHARACTERS :   BROKEN LINE ENSEMBLE  …   JAMES KIM 

WORDS : 1.5k

WARNINGS / NOTES : None. Actually None. Just Angst.

“We’ve been dismissed?” Sungjin interrupts their CEO, anger clear in his voice. He’s always been angry, especially now a days. Juwon thinks it’s because he’s one of the younger ones, more popular ones, he’s got more fight in him.

James, the incompetent CEO, sighs at Sungjin’s interruption. Juwon thinks he’d be used to this by now.

“For the time being…Yes. There’s–”

“We still have three years left in our contracts,” Sungjin snaps again. He’s got a point there. Their contracts last until 2025 and Juwon’s never seen anyone successfully get out of a Joystar contract. He’s been here long enough to see many try but never succeed. “You’re just gonna let us sit here and rot for three years?”

James shakes his head dismissively at the younger, digging loudly like this is a burden to him.

“No. No, I’m not. You’re all valuable in your own way but as a group…Come on guys, you know where this is going,” The room feels stagnant when James alludes to that. It makes Juwon sigh through his nose as he hears a clicking beside him. Juwon looks up to his side, seeing Lixin nearly nail-bed deep into biting his nails. 

Delicately, Juwon pushes the boy’s hand out of his mouth, holding his wrist softly and rubbing the inside with his thumb. Lixin doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even look at Juwon, just balls his hand into a fist a swallows. It’s his way of saying thank you. Juwon knows that by now.

“We’re still valuable as a group,” Juwon speaks, finally, feeling all eyes go to him. “I mean, with my spike in popularity and Emery’s survival show fame. I think we can make a decent comeback. The last one wasn’t awful. Didn’t we sell out?”

“I’ll be honest…I didn’t have that many printed. The streams were pity streams and so were those win. You all went through something horrible–” He’s about to go on that “What happened shouldn’t have happened. None of you deserved to see what you saw.” speech that no one in the room appreciates.

Sungjin groans, putting his hands up, silently begging for him to stop before he even starts.

“Don’t start. Please, God, don’t.” Sungjin’s desperate tone makes Minjin chuckle softly, rubbing his nose as he does so. Minjin could laugh at anything, Juwon thinks.

“It’s just the reality, Sungjin. People don’t want to stan the group with–”

“We get it.” Beau interrupts now, a rarity for him. Juwon imagines hearing anything about Kitae is just as hard for Beau as it is for him. If he wasn’t busy holding Lixin’s hand, he’d rub Beau’s shoulder. 

A silence, they all either look at each other or their feet.

“Do we get at least a disbandment release?” Eunhye asks, being one of the few times he’s spoken since they walked into this suffocatingly small office. James sighs, looking down at his cheap plastic IKEA desk. Juwon swallows, giving Lixin a glance. They know what’s about to happen isn’t what they want to hear.

“Well, uh, no. Not exactly because you guys aren’t disbanded. I’m not disbanding you.”

Juwon swears he can feel the heat of Sungjin’s anger sizzle off of him and fill the room, making it unbearable. 

“You’re not disbanding us but we’re dismissed? That makes no sense.” Juwon won’t argue. That does make no sense. James sighs, signalling to Juwon they’re about to get another half assed answer.

“Your solo activities will perform better if you guys are technically still together. If you disband, all the fans will go their separate ways and support separate boys but if you guys stay together,” James feeds his fingers together, giving his words a visual, “The fans support all of you. It’s just business.” Then he shrugs.

It makes sense. Juwon gets it and by the way the room is silent, the rest of them get it too.

“So…It’s just over? Like that?” Lixin finally speaks, voice small and drenched in sadness. It makes all the others heads fall, gazes falling to the ground. They all have a soft spot for the youngest, watching and helping him grow up. It’s hard to watch his barely formed career die before it even got a chance to live.

James looks remorseless, not even feigning sympathy for the boy who gave up so much for him and his company.

“Yeah,” Lixin blinks back tears at that cold and blunt answer, “For now, yeah. Broken Line has been dismissed and you’ll all be pursuing solo activities.”

Silence. Juwon silently takes Lixin’s hand into his, sensing the younger needs the comfort. Lixin squeezes Juwon’s hand in return, sniffling softly which only makes Juwon move his hand from Lixin’s to wrap and arm around the boy’s shoulders.

“You’ll still have access to the dorms until your contracts run up. I won’t take that from you.”

“Oh gee, thanks. Bare fuckin’ minimum as usual,” Sungjin snaps, shaking his head as he decides he’s had enough of this. The boy excuses himself, leaving the small office without another word. Everyone seems to swallow at the time, glancing at one another before Eunhye stands, giving James a small bow.

“Thanks.” Then he leaves just as quietly as he came in. After that, the rest of them follow, giving no bows or thank you’s, just silently dismissing themselves until they’re all in the hallway, staggered from one another. The only ones who walk together are Lixin and Juwon, who’s released the youngest from his hold. Minjin isn’t far in front of them, slowly his walk down on purpose so they can catch up.

Minjin sighs when they’re three, looking at the boys beside him then ahead of them at the others who turned down different hallways, some taking the stairs and the others the elevator.

“You think we can make it?” Minjin asks Juwon. Juwon sighs, he knows he’s the leader and everyone has to look to him for guidance but fuck did it suck sometimes.

Most of the time if he’s being honest.

“I think so. I do fine on my own, so does Sung, and Eunnie is getting somewhere.”

“Beau? Me? Ting?” It’s like Minjin has a natural flow, not even having a beat to follow but still somehow staying on beat. Juwon sighs, shrugging. He doesn’t know what those three will do. He thinks Beau could make it on his own but certainly not as a soloist. The guy is talented, no doubt, but is he interesting enough on his own to carry a career like Juwon and Eunhye? Not a chance. Certainly not now.

Minjin is a mixed bag. Charismatic but little vocal talent to back him up, phenomenal dancer however. Maybe he could try rapping or have have some luck in acting. Again, he’s a mixed bag.

They all know Lixin would have to go back home to find any decent success. Even then, his Chinese fan base is limited, Broken Line hardly ever expanded into China enough to get on the ground or market there. He’d have better luck re-debuting somewhere in Juwon’s opinion. It doesn’t feel like James would fight to keep him around, maybe he could get out of the contract.

Who knows? Certainly not Juwon.

“I don’t know, Minjin. I really don’t.”

Minjun sighs when they reach the crossroad of stairs or elevator. Minjin shoves his hands in his pockets, shrugging.

“I’m gonna try to get James to sell my contract. Maybe sell all ours. ‘Work something out,” Minjin is a businessman at heart, Juwon doesn’t know why he wasn’t appointed leader. Juwon nods as Minjin makes his way to the stairs, raising a hand to wave to the others.

“We can talk about it later. See you guys at home,” Minjin says, causing the two others to nod in agreement. Juwon knows he’s not going back tot the dorm, Lixin knows it too. He doesn’t like being there and no one can really blame him.

“You going to Yoonah’s?” Lixin asks once the doors to the stairs close and they’re standing in front of the elevator. Just the mention of the girl makes Juwon feel better, nodding as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“We rented an apartment together,” Juwon admits, causing Lixin’s dark brows to raise in slight suprsie before nodding.

“Nice. That’s where you’ve been?” It’s lighthearted, something both of them need right now. They’re silently grappling with the news they’ve just been given by pretending it didn’t happen. Juwon laughs, nodding.

“Yeah. She’s, um, she’s fun.”

“Fun? Is that what you call it?” Lixin teases, smiling at the elder as he playfully hits his shoulder with a groan.

“She’s fun!” Juwon reiterates, louder and more whinier, making Lixin laugh hitting the elder’s arm in return as the elevator doors open. The both of them step in, standing side by side as Juwon leans forward and presses the button to the garage.

There’s a small silence. Lixin turns his head to Juwon, eyes soft.

“What’s next?” He asks. Juwon looks over at the boy, offering him the best smile he can before putting his arm back around him.

“Not sure, Xin. All I know is,” The elevator doors begin to shut, “It’s you and me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

#𓆩❃𓆪ㅤ۫ 𝅄 ✦ ARTIST ACTIVITIES ... BROKEN LINE

[tworoadsandapenny]

What You Wish For

My final piece of fiction in the past few years. As of yet unfinished, but we're almost there. This beast is an angsty ball of angst with angst sauce and fluff on the side. You have been warned.

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It’s in his posture, the way his shoulders stand so perfectly squared, not tensed but not relaxed. The way his back is always straight and tall, no hunch or droop in sight. The way his smile almost mocks everything around it with it’s extreme confidence. The way his voice always carries an air of superiority, even when he’s complimenting. Especially when he’s complimenting.

But mostly his eyes.

Those dark blue eyes that look down on the rest of the world as unworthy. Lacking in skill and strength and strategy and everything he does with such ease.  

Perfection.

That’s what he is. Thinks he is. Tries way too hard to be.

Looking at everyone as though they’re beneath him.

Looking at us.  

Looking at me.

Some days I can take it. Some days I can ignore it and throw my fist through something solid and hear the crack that drowns out his disapproval and forget he’s watching. Forget he’s judging.

And some days I can’t. Some days throwing my fist through something would only help if it was his skull. Anything to close those self-righteous eyes and shut that sanctimonious mouth.

Some days I hate him. Truly hate him.

Some days.

Today.

“Raph!”

I punched the last of the goons out, throwing him on top of the pile, enjoying the site of all five of ‘em groaning in unconsciousness. Didn’t even break a sweat. ‘Course Leo had to show up and ruin the moment.

“Raph, what are you doing?”

“Couple of scrawny ones got away. Didn’t want them missing out on the fun.” Not that I owe him an explanation.

“I told you not to go after them, we were supposed to stay and check the warehouse.”

I see him glance disapprovingly at the puddle of KO’d thugs down the alley. He has that look like he’s about to jump down my throat with a lecture of some sort. I’m already rolling my eyes.

“Don’t get your shell in a bunch, I was gonna head back once they were taken care of.”

“You shouldn’t have left. The Dragons aren’t going to let us have their new weapons shipment without a fight. They’re probably already sending reinforcements. We need to get back and help Don and Mikey.”

Like I didn’t know all that already. I swear he treats me like an idiot on purpose sometimes, just to piss me off. “I said I was gonna head back. If you’re so worried about it, why’d you leave those two to deal with it alone?”

“Because you took off! And I didn’t want you out here fighting alone.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Leo! I can handle myself!” My hands clench into fists as I see him hold back a scoff. The arrogant jerk actually thought I couldn’t take care of a few Purple Dragons on my own? Of course he didn’t. Only Leo can take care of himself. Only the great and powerful Leonardo knows how to fell his enemies without the aid of his brothers. God forbid his siblings actually try to do something on their own!

“I told you not to go after them, Raph. It wasn’t a suggestion.”

I freeze, my back to my brother as my hands curl even tighter. I can feel my blood boiling through my skin. Did he just— “Oh, I see what this is about. The Great Fearless Leader gave an order and the insignificant subordinate didn’t obey.”

As soon as I turn, I see his eyes roll at my comment. It’s a testament to my self control that I don’t lay him out right here and now. He’s pissed that I didn’t obey his every whim, and then he has the gall to act like I’m the one being a pain in the shell.

For a minute, he just stands there, staring me down like he’s deciding how patronizing to be in his reply. I can see the anger building behind his mask and I so badly want to see him let it loose so I have an excuse to pound on him. Even just a little.

“We’re going back. Now.”

“Was that a suggestion?”

He stops just before he turns away and I know I’m pushing my luck. But I can’t help it. His eyes are still staring at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the world for thinking for myself instead of listening to his oh-so-wise orders, and it pisses me off more than anything in the world.

“No. It wasn’t.”

“Screw you, Leo!” I hate him. “I’m not some lacky you can order around with the flick of a wrist!”

I hate his smug face.

“I never said you were a lacky.” 

His condescending eyes.

“Yet  you get pissed every time I don’t ask ‘how high’ whenever you tell me to jump!”

“I’m the leader, Raph. It’s my job to give the orders!”

I hate him.

“And don’t you just love pointing that out every chance you get.”

“We don’t have time for this.”

“No, of course not! There’s only ever time to berate your brothers, not explain your actions.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you!”

He blinks, like he was surprised the words came out of his mouth. But we both know he means them. And I’ve never wanted to punch my brother’s teeth out so bad. “So that’s how it is, huh? The Great Leonardo knows all and doesn’t need to waste time explaining himself to the rest of us mere mortals.”

“That’s not what I—“

“That’s exactly what you meant!” I’m fuming now. Inching closer to his face so he has to look at me, has to look me in the eye while he spouts his excuses. “That’s what you’re always about, isn’t it? Proving that you’re better than everybody else, that you’re smarter, stronger, and faster than everyone! And God forbid someone actually tries to measure up, you gotta knock ‘em down a peg to make yourself feel better!”

He’s quiet. I can see I’ve hit a nerve; his eyes have that look like they’re tryin’ really hard not to show emotion. But I don’t give a damn. I’ll step on as many nerves as I have to to make him realize that he’s not God and he doesn’t control us.

He doesn’t control me.

“You think you don’t measure up?”

It came so far outta left field, the words take a good minute to sink in. I can feel my blood pumping faster as my defences go up. “Where the hell did that come from!?”

“You said ‘God forbid someone actually tries to measure up’, I assume you were talking about yourself.” He stares a minute, his eyes looking me over as though trying to get a read on my mental state. “You don’t think you measure up?”

Don’t go there, Leo. Leave it alone. “That’s not what I meant!”

“Then what—“

“I meant that you’re a selfish asshole and I’m done talkin’ about this.”

I don’t give him a chance to respond. It’s starting to rain, Mikey and Don are still back at the warehouse alone, and even though it means doing exactly what he’d said to do earlier, I’m ready to do just about anything to keep from talking to him anymore.

He follows me as I climb up the building, taking to the rooftops and leaving the heap of mangled thugs for the cops.

“Raph wait—“

“I said I ain’t talkin’ about it no more! Back off Leo!”

I don’t look back, but I can hear him comin’ up behind me with unusually heavy footsteps. Either he’s pissed or he’s worried, and I don’t have enough patience to care which one.

“It has nothing to do with skill level, it’s about strategy. You’ve left Mikey and Donnie wide open to attack.”

I can’t help but scoff. If the world were to end today, Leo’d find some way to make it my fault.

“We’re a team, Raph.” Here he goes again. “We need to work together.” With that condescending tone.

His hand’s suddenly on my shoulder and I bristle immediately, my fists clenching tighter, ready to strike.

“Are you listening to me?”

Back off, Leo. Just back off.

“You can’t go off grandstanding every time you dislike an order.”

I hate him. One more word and I’ll—

“Raph, you need to—“

“I don’t need anything!” Hate everything about him. “I don’t need your orders! I don’t need your leadership! I DON’T NEED YOU!”

I wish he was—

“RAPH!”

I barely have time to process the fear in his voice as my fist flies through the air at his jaw, when something crashes hard into my side. Suddenly I’m flying through the air. Rain’s pouring on my face, making it hard to see. Thunder snaps through the wind with a loud crack and every nerve in my body is screaming at me all at once.

Something is very wrong.

I hit the ground hard, hydroplaning across the rooftop until I collide with the brick of the raised trim on the ledge. Damn that hurt! Anger rises as I prepare the mother of all curses to hurl at my brother, who’s staring off into the distance, sword drawn and ready.

“Dammit, Leo! What the hell was—“

One of his swords is missing.

I scan the horizon of roofs until I come across the intrusion; an lone purple dragon on the adjacent building, weapon lying limply in his lap, fighting to wrench free from the blade now pinning him to a chimney through his shoulder. Just barely above his heart. His frantic spasms last all of a minute before he stills entirely. Permanently.

Admittedly, it was a nice hit.

Just another notch for Leo to add to his belt of—

I smell blood. Thick and rancid. Can practically taste it on the rain. Can’t be the thug’s, he’s too far away for the downpour not to have drowned out the smell. Then where…

A chill runs down my spine as I freeze in place, staring at the watery puddle of red that’s slowly crawling towards me. For a minute, my vision blurs. Everything seems to shut down as I slowly look up, tracking the blood to it’s source.

Leo’s staring down at his hand by his stomach, eyes wide.

There’s blood dripping down his fingers.

The denial nearly chokes me. It can’t be… there’s no way… “Leo?”

His sword falls to the ground with a clang that rings in my ears incessantly.

I don’t remember moving. All of a sudden I’m rushing to his side as he just stares at the blood on his hand.

His shock wears off suddenly and the pain sets in; I know it’s sudden because he doesn’t have a chance to hide it. His face twists into a grimace that makes my chest tighten to the point that I stumble as I move towards him. I make it to him just as he starts to fall, catching my shoulder under his arm to hold him up. “Leo!” I reach a hand down to the one covering his wound, pulling it away slightly so I can take a look and see how bad.

He’s been shot. Leo’s been shot.

My mind shuts down as the rain no longer registers and all I can see or smell or think about is the blood, pouring down his stomach and pooling at his feet.

This can’t be happening. I refuse to let this happen.

“It’s alright bro, I got you.”

He leans heavily on my shoulder, breathing shallow and sharp as I watch him try to get a handle on the pain. “There might be more.” He grunts out through rasped breaths. “Check the perimeter, in case they—“

“Not a chance. I ain’t leavin’ you like this.” I couldn’t even if I wanted to. My legs feel like jello, and my mind won’t stop running in panicked circles long enough for me to think straight. I lower us both to the ground, both to assert my point and because I don’t think my legs were gonna hold any longer.

He looks about to protest when a cough cuts him off, dribbling blood over his lips. I ain’t no medic, but I know that’s a bad sign. Probably means something vital’s been hit.

Dammit.

My blood’s running colder by the minute as my mind races trying to figure out what the shell I’m supposed to do. The only guy I know who could do any kind of good in this situation is several blocks away, and I can’t leave Leo to go get him.

“Pressure.”

Leo’s voice barely penetrates my jumble of thoughts as I tear my eyes away from his stomach. “What?”

He puts his hand over mine on his stomach and presses it down, suppressing a cry as he does it. “Keep… pressure. Stop the bleeding.”

My mind finally clicks, annoyed as hell that I had to be reminded of the obvious. Leo’s the one bleeding onto the concrete and he still manages to take charge of the situation. I don’t know whether to be proud or pissed, but the latter’s always been easier, so I stick to what I do best. “I know.” I say curtly, pushing even harder on his stomach as blood squelches through my fingers.

I think I’m gonna be sick.

“The warehouse… Mikey and Don—“ He chokes on more blood, turning onto his side so he can spit it up while I hold him steady.

“I know.” My voice is sharp, cutting through my fear with anger whenever possible. But Leo’s not offended, he looks worried. And not about himself.

“Raph—“

“Just shut up and save your breath, Fearless. I’ll give ‘em a call, alright?” I take my arm out from around his shoulder, resting him on his shell as I grab my phone, and try to turn away as much as I can while still pressing on his stomach; can’t let him see my hand shaking. Why pride matters at a time like this, I don’t know.

I don’t know why it ever does.

Several rings with no reply had us both on edge. I have to swallow my growing anger as I hang up and redial again. And again.

“Raph?”

Donnie’s breathless reply catches me off guard. “Yeah Don. It’s—“ A loud rumble in the background cuts me off before my brother’s winded voice comes through again, a twinge of anger to it that’s more worrisome than the background noise.

“Where are you!? We need you here!”

“Don, what’s going—“

“Not now!” He cuts off with a grunt and I can hear his boe crack against what I can only assume is bone. They’re in the middle of a fight. “Just get back here. Fast! We need you!” Another crack and a groan as Don sends another guy flying, I assume. At least it sounds like they’re holding their own. “Is Leo with you?”

It takes me a moment to fight past my anger at what I have to say next and unclench my jaw. “Yeah. Don he’s—“

“Save it, Raph! Whatever you two were arguing about, I don’t care. Just tell him to get back—“

“He’s been shot.”

I can practically hear his eyes snap open as he gasps a surprised breath. Apparently the pause must have been enough for an opponent to take advantage because the next sound I hear is Don crying out in pain and then the phone dropping to the floor or slamming against a wall or something of the sort. “Don?” My hand curls tighter around my cell as I grind my teeth, trying my hardest not to chuck the phone against the nearest wall out of sheer frustration.

Mikey and Don were in trouble. Big trouble. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Suddenly I feel Leo’s hand on my arm and I turn to face him. He looks as worried as I feel and I got nothing to reassure him with. I turn away and speak as calmly into the phone as I can manage. “Don? Don, you there?”

“Where?”

Again, the sudden reply catches me off guard and I nearly drop the phone. “What the shell, Brainiac—“

“Where’s he been shot, Raph?”

No beating around the bush. “Stomach.” There’s a long silence and I can feel Donnie’s fear creeping through the phone, adding to my own. With Don, silence usually means he’s calculating a million ways to fix the problem and sorting through to find the best answer. Usually. Sometimes it means he has no answers and he’s fighting his own annoyance or fear over not being able to find a solution.

Somehow I get the feeling this is one of those second silences. My body shudders, but I tell myself it’s just the cold rain.

“We’re on our way. Don’t let him move, Raph. Not till I get there, understand? Not even a little bit.”

“I got him, egghead. Just hurry your shells up.”

The minute I click the phone off, an unexpected weight of fear drops on my shoulders, like it had been waiting to drop until it was just me and Leo. I can still feel him searching for answers in my face, so I put on my most indignant frown and turn back to focus on his stomach. “They’re on their way.”

“Are they—“

“—Fine. Just taking care of a few unexpected stragglers.” More likely it’s reinforcements that have arrived to protect their weapons, but I can’t think about it. I don’t have the mental fortitude to worry about all three siblings being in mortal peril, especially knowing there ain’t a damn thing I can do to help any of ‘em.

Especially knowing it was all my—

I catch Leo’s eyes a moment and notice he’s starin’ straight at me. He gets this look on his face and I know what he’s about to say, so I cut him off before he gets a chance. “Don’t even think it.”

But he’s Leo. Of course he’s thinkin’ it. “They need help.” I can feel his stare bore into me just shy of pleading as I focus on trying to stop the river of blood still coursing through my fingers.

“I ain’t leavin’ Leo. I leave, you bleed out.”

A painful grimace stops his next objection as I press harder on his stomach.

“…What if…”

I follow his gaze to where the sniper lies rotting and my muscles tighten with sudden dread as I catch the thought he’s pressing. “They can handle themselves.” I say irately, both trying to convince him and myself. “Besides, what force in the universe has ever been able to pin Mikey down when he’s all hyped up?”

Leo smiles at that, but it quickly devolves into a cough that rattles his whole body. I can’t look at him as it happens, I just keep my eyes on the bullet wound and try to convince myself the bleeding is slowing.

It’ll be alright. Don will know what to do. Leo’s survived being shot before, no reason why he can’t now.

We sit in silence for what feels like a long while, and I am content to keep it that way; I’m still pissed as hell at him and I don’t want to make all this worse by shoutin’ at him again. Not till Don’s patched him up. But his eyes are glossing over and starting to close, so I know I need to do something to keep him awake.

“Hey.” My voice startles him from whatever thought he’s in the middle of. “Keep them baby blues open, Leo. If you pass out, I ain’t givin’ you CPR.”

“Duly noted.” He says with an attempt at a grin. His eyes drift beside him and I know he’s looking for Don and Mikey.

“They’ll be here soon.” I say quickly, trying to silence my own fears of the battle they’re fighting on their own. Leo’s practically twitching with the need to go find them and make sure they’re alright, and I can feel my body tensing the same way. If anything happens to them…

All because I—

Leo’s eyes suddenly snap shut as his body starts shaking. The groan of pain that slips from his lips tenses my throat so much I almost can’t breathe. I’m not used to seeing Leo in pain. Hurt or bleeding, sure, it happens more than he’ll ever admit. But pain… Leo’s usually real good at keepin’ that to himself.

Yet another thing that Mr. Perfect is oh so good at.

I shake that thought from my mind as quick as I can. Not now. Not when he’s—

It takes several minutes before his body stops shaking, but his eyes stay closed. “Leo?” He doesn’t reply and I feel every muscle in my body tense. “Leo!” No. No way. Not possible. Moving one of my blood-soaked hands to his shoulder, I give him a rough shake.

“Leo!”

Don’t you even think of—

“S-Still here.” He mumbles as he draws in a shallow breath.

“Don’t do that!” I snap angrily, pressing my hand back on his wound a little harder, both as an ongoing attempt to stop the blood flow and as payback for that little scare.

Not scared. I’m not. Not really. He’ll be fine. Fearless has had a lot of close calls over the years—a lot of ‘almost’s and ‘should have’s and ‘we thought’s—but he’s always pulled through. He will this time.

We fall into another silence, this one being much less comforting. I try to focus on the rain, listening to it’s constant drumming on my shell, but Leo’s breathing drowns it all out. His shallow, rasped breathing that seems to be slowing with each passing minute.

“I know.”

“What?” I glance up to see him staring into the rain. Must be mumbling in delirium or some—

“I know… you don’t need me.“

My defences are up in the blink of an eye, warring with the guilt lancing through my veins. I meant it. I meant what I said. Leo gettin’ shot doesn’t change that. And I ain’t takin’ it back just because he’s spitting up blood.

I don’t need him. I don’t need his protection.

If he hadn’t been protecting me, he wouldn’t—

“You still... don’t get it.”

Anger peeks into my consciousness as I glance at him, trying to understand where he’s going with this. It’s a hell of a time to start throwing insults. “Get what?”

“That it’s not—“ He sucks in a breath and furrows his brow, holding in a cry of pain, I can only assume. “…that I—“ This time it’s a cough.

There’s something in his voice that I can’t pinpoint, but it makes my shoulders hunch in defence.

“Save the lecture for after we get home.” I say firmly, hoping he drops the subject so I don’t have to watch him suffer through another sentence, which he does. It looks like he’s trying to meditate, likely to help him handle the pain.

Sensei’s perfect student.

My mind keeps twisting back to what I shouted as my gut tells me I should apologize, but I can’t. The words get stuck in my mouth like peanut butter and refuse to form. Pride holds them back. Pride and fear.

Later. I can tell him later. After he we’re back at the lair and Donnie’s patched him up and he’s lectured me about runnin’ off like I did.

My phone rings, again saving me from drowning in my own noxious thoughts. It takes several tries to pick it up because it keeps slipping through the blood on my hands. “Donnie!”

“Wrong turtle, dude.”

Mikey. And he sounds out of breath. “Where the shell are you guys!?” My hand is shaking again because I can’t stop the dread that’s pumping through my veins.

“On our way. Donnie-boy finally managed to give the Dragons the slip by remote controlling the battleshell away from us.” The slight laugh that comes through the phone does wonders to put my nerves at ease. “You shoulda seen it, dude! It was like the greatest game of Race Cars ever!” He lets out another laugh and I let my hand unclench the phone ever so slightly. Leo gives me a look and I know what he wants me to ask.

“You guys alright?”

“All good, bruh. Just…” There’s a pause as he catches his breath again.

“Mikey?”

“Just tired.” He sounds like he’s climbing something—probably getting to the rooftops—as he lets out a tired sigh. “There were a lot of bad dude butts to kick.”

A jolt of guilt spikes through me as I turn away from Leo. We shoulda been there to help. “Where’s Don?”

“With me. We’re moving slow, but we’re on our way. Where’s—“ I hear Don shout something from far away—climbing up to meet Mikey, I assume—and suddenly there’s an audible gasp in my ear before Mikey’s loud voice cries through. “He’s what!? You said he was out, you didn’t say he was—“ Don’s talking again, argues for a minute before I hear Mikey, his voice shaking as he talks. “Don wants to know if the bleeding’s stopped?”

I glance at my hand on Leo’s stomach and fight the urge to curse. “No.”

“Is he still awake? Talking?” Panic rises in his voice with every question. “Dude, put him on! I wanna talk to—“

“Raph?” Don has the phone now. “You there?”

“He’s still awake and talking, but his speech is gettin’ slow.” I say without preamble.

“How’s his pulse?”

I hadn’t even thought to check. Annoyed at my sudden lack of hands, I place the phone on the ground a moment to press my fingers against his carotid. Leo takes the opportunity to pry for information.

“They… Ok?”

The weakness of his voice freaks me out so much I don’t even hear his question. I just try to keep my hand still as I pick the phone back up. “Weak and slow.”

I hear Don take a deep breath before talking again. “Ok. How’s his—“

“Get here and see for yourself!” I bark unwillingly. Didn’t mean to, but I can hear Don’s worry creeping through the phone and it’s puttin’ me on edge.  

“We’ll be there soon. Just tell him to hang on. No passing out.”

“Don,” I pause, glancing down at the blood still flowing to the concrete. “Hurry.” Again, I hang up the phone and feel fear creep around me like a predator waiting to strike. “They’re alright. On their way now.”

Leo nods, clearly relieved, but his eyes don’t leave mine. He lays there, staring at me, and I feel like he’s reading into my soul. It makes me uncomfortable.

Makes me feel ashamed.

Where the shell are Don and Mikey?

“Raph… Don’t—“ He coughs, and I have to lift his head to let the blood drip down his lips. “Don’t… shut them out. They need…”

“What are you—?“ My blood feels like it turns to ice the minute our eyes meet. I swear I’m not breathing anymore. And it’s not because his pupils are going duller by the minute, or that his skin’s startin’ to look real pale. It’s ‘cause he has this looks on his face—this small smile and content gaze—that screams something I’m not ready to hear. Not ready to allow.

Acceptance. 

Oh hell no.

“Leo, don’t you dare!” I growl, pressing harder on his wound to force the blood into submission. “Keep your eyes open!”

He takes in the shallowest breath I ever saw before whispering with that weak voice that sounds nothing like him. “…Trying…”

And I know. In that moment, I know. See it. Feel it.

But I refuse to allow it.

“Well try harder! Since when do you back away from a fight!?” My heart’s beatin’ a mile a minute as every curse word I know runs through my head in an attempt to keep the fear from spilling into my eyes. I can’t think straight. I don’t know what to do! Desperation is taking over as I press harder on the wound, probably making it worse instead of better. But Leo doesn’t so much as flinch which means he ain’t feeling the pain.

It’s all my—

He ain’t feeling, his breath is barely noticeable, and his eyes are—his eyes are closing! “I said keep ‘em open, dam—“ the word dies in my throat as his hand covers mine, so cold that it’s shaking. He’s smiling. Why the hell is he smiling!? He’s looking at me with that stupid smile and kind eyes. Kind and sad.

Almost guilty.

“Tell them…”

No. No, we ain’t doin’ this now! “Leo—!”

“…M’Sorry.” He whispers something haltingly with the last of his breath, but I’m panicking too much to really let it sink in.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!

“Don’t you—“ But his eyes close and his hand falls to the ground and I realize it wasn’t his hand that was shaking, it was mine. The rain seems to freeze in it’s downpour as suddenly everything goes completely silent. Still.

Empty.

What just happened?

“Leo?”

My mind is racing, thinking about the most random crap: what we had for breakfast this morning, how annoying Leo was during training, what TV show Mikey’d been watching before we left.

“Leo!?”

Why I was angry at Leo. Why I’m still angry at him. The asshole had no right jumpin’ into danger for me. He had no right!

“Leonardo!!”

The rain is suddenly deafening.

My eyes are wide, staring down at my brother’s slack face, hands still pressed against his stomach.

His chest ain’t moving. I can’t hear his breath anymore. He looks so peaceful.

I hate him.

“LEO!!”

I scream. As loud as I can. As long as I can. No words, no sense.  Just raw, unfiltered, pain. Until my lungs burn and my throat is sore and my stomach threatens to heave.

This can’t be real. He can’t…

And suddenly I can’t feel anything any more.

My body goes numb, my brain shuts down, and all I can do is sit there, staring at my big brother, waiting for my heart to rip out of my chest.

“I know.”

I hate him.

“I know… you don’t need me.”

Hate his constant perfection. His impossibly high standards. His correcting and worrying.

Protecting.

“You still… don’t get it.”

Hate everything about him.

“That it’s not… That I—“

My hands are still shaking as I lower my forehead to my brother’s, nearly choking as I feel the chill of his skin against mine. “Leo…” His name is like acid on my tongue and I have to grit my teeth against the sheer pain it carries.

 “Dammit…”

I can’t believe he’s…

He left…

“Dammit!”

I hate him.

He’s…

“DAMMIT!”

The rain’s pouring down my face. I feel it. Running down my cheeks, dripping from my chin onto Leo’s pale skin.

Has to be the rain.

This is all my…

This is…

Leo’s actually…

…Fault.

I hate myself.

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Total Eclipse Pt 4

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Summary:

After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.

Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU

Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Near Death of Major Characters, Death of Minor Characters. Body Horror. Talk of what its like to die. SMUT.

Word Count: 2582

Note: Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I’m pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.

I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.

Even though you were no longer injured, your body still ached. Jungkook ran with you carried on his back, down unfamiliar streets that definitely weren’t the way back to your flat. All the while you could hear him muttering. You didn’t know if he was talking to himself or Khonshu and really at that point you didn’t care, with the adrenaline out of your system you were exhausted. 

After what must have been at least an hour, Jungkook finally came to a stop outside a shabby looking building with a SOLD sign outside of it. He took a deep breath, took out a key and unlocked the front door. The outside of the building had chipped paint, boarded up windows and graffiti. The inside looked like a newly renovated house. Talk about not judging a book by its cover.

“What is this place?”

“A safehouse. I used an alias and my inheritance to get it and do it up a bit. I had a gut feeling something would happen at some point.” He sounded tired. Not physically but almost emotionally so.

Jungkook went up a set of stairs and opened a door to reveal a rather nice looking master bedroom. King sized bed with red satin sheets, mahogany wardrobe and draws. This place looked far too good to be just a safehouse. Jungkook carried you through it and opened yet another door. An ensuite. Again far too nice. Jungkook finally set you down on the counter and wetted a flannel, handing it to you so you could wipe the blood off you. As you did so he rifled through a cupboard, his suit dissolving away. His casual clothes were a mess. Torn and stained burgundy. Each rip and tear evidence of his hard fought battle.

“Jesus Kook, you ought to be more careful.”

“Speak for yourself. At least my injuries heal automatically,” he found what he was looking for with a little noise of triumph. A tube of gel ibuprofen. “I, uh, I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt so I can apply this to your back and ribs.”

Heat coloured your neck and cheeks. Sure you had been living together for a few months now, but you had been careful not to have been in a state of undress around him.

“I can do it myself.”

He gave you a doubtful look, “Try lifting your arm out in front of you.”

You huffed and did as he said only to feel your muscles protest and you had to let your arm drop with a moan.

“That’s what I thought. So don’t whine, just let me do what I need to fix you up, yeah? How about we talk about something other than this to distract you. Make it less awkward.”

As Jungkook prepped what he needed, you took off your shirt, trying to think of something to talk about. But your brain just kept circling back on what he had said to Harrow before the fight began. 

“So you did die that day.”

Jungkook stiffened, “Yeah. Yeah I did. It was… not what I expected. Though honestly I had never thought about dying before.” He took a breath and squeezed some gel onto his fingers, “This is going to be cold.”

You shivered as his fingers gently brushed along your ribs. Yep, definitely cold.

“What happened? How did you come back?”

“Khonshu.”

“That’s obvious but how?”

Jungkook paused in his ministrations, as if considering if he should tell you, then continued, “It must have been seconds after you turned away from me. See, his second shot had got me here.” He pointed to your heart, “The left ventricle, which pumps blood through your arteries. I was essentially majorly haemorrhaging in my chest cavity. And you’d be surprised how quickly the body begins to shut down when the brain doesn’t get oxygenated blood for a few seconds. First sensation to leave was my limbs. I just couldn’t feel them, not even the weight of them. Then, time felt slowed and it became harder to force myself to breath. Then my sight went. I’m not sure if my eyes had closed from my muscle control leaving me or if they had just stopped working. Last to go is hearing. I heard that fucker taunt you. And then… nothing. Until I heard Khonshu’s voice. Heard his offer. Heard the gunshot. I accepted without a second thought. I was back in my body again. The suit was already on and healing me and I saw him touch you and I-” 

He cut himself off.

“You accepted because you didn’t want to die.”

“I accepted because I didn’t want you to die. If it was me, just me there, I would have been fine with it. I would have had my regrets obviously, but I could have died somewhat peacefully if you were safe.”

You reached to cup his face in your hands and made him look at you. And finally you could name the emotion in his eyes that seemed to escape you until now. Adoration. 

“And what makes me more special than you? Why is it okay for you to leave me but not the other way around?”

Jungkook winced at your words and hesitated, “In Egypt I had this grand plan. After the dig was wrapped up, I was going to take you to the Egyptian Museum, let you nerd out for a while, then I would have taken you to some fancy restaurant that was way overpriced. And whilst there, I would have told you how I felt - feel - about you. But obviously things didn’t go to plan. Isaac happened. Khonshu happened. We both became damaged in our own ways… And with what Khonshu wanted from me… I couldn’t have you dirty yourself with the blood on my hands.”

Tears left trails down your cheeks, “You’re a fucking idiot Jeon Jungkook,” you whispered, pulling him towards you so you could kiss him. He stiffened again.

You stayed like that, waiting for him to relax and reciprocate. And after a few beats he did. His own hands coming up to cradle your head. It was soft at first, gentle with years of held back longing. But an urgency bled in, like death was going to come knocking at your doors again. His fingers slid up into your hair as he pulled away so you could breath.

“So should I take that to mean you love me too?”

You gave him an incredulous look, “I’m here kissing you with my top off after nearly being killed twice tonight. What do you think?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “I think… we should finish getting you all patched up before things move too fast.”

Disappointment settled in your stomach, “I don’t mind things moving fast. By the sounds of it, things were delayed by six months. We’ve got some catching up to do.”

You pulled him into another kiss and he didn’t resist. You could feel the smirk on his lips. His hands released your hair and cupped your ass, lifting you off the counter and making you yelp in surprise.

He moved you effortlessly into the bedroom, depositing you onto the bed. 

He tugged his ruined shirt off, “It’s only fair I level the nudity playing field.”

To be honest you were expecting to see large patches of dried blood on his bare skin, yet it was clear, maybe that was part of the suit's healing. Now a bare chested Jungkook was not a new sight to you having lived together. You marvelled at how smooth it was, not a scar to be seen anywhere. You gingerly placed a hand on his stomach, trailing upwards to where you knew the bullet wounds had been. If it weren’t for the suit, for the funerals of your colleagues, you could mistake that day for a bad nightmare. Your hand stilled over his beating heart and his came to rest on top of yours.

“It beats for you, you know. Only you. If I am the moon that shines with the light of the sun, you are my sun.”

You scoffed. Talk about cheesy. You went to respond but he climbed onto the bed over you, silencing you with his lips. It wasn’t perfect. Wasn’t in sync or anything like the romance novels you read. It was messy, teeth catching on delicate skin to be soothed over by tongues. And when Jungkook licked your bottom lip, you knew he wanted to deepen the kiss. To be let in. You hadn’t much experience with this, so you hesitantly met him with yours, letting him lead you until your lungs screamed for air.

This time when you pulled away, Jungkook trailed kisses down to your neck. Gentle at first but then nipping and sucking, drawing moans from you like an expert musician. Hands brushed up your sides and round your back, undoing your bra with surprising expertise. He travelled further down to your chest, pushing your cups out of his way to capture a newly exposed nipple. Warmth was blooming in your stomach as your arousal built, hands clutching at his hair, to keep him close. 

“Jungkook,” you sighed.

He groped at your other breast, kneading it tenderly as he pulled away for a second to softly kiss where your heart was beating a mile a minute.

“We don’t have to go further than this if you don’t want to.”

“If you stop now, I swear to Khonshu himself I will kick your ass.”

He laughed, “I’d like to see you try, but maybe another day.” There it was, that damn cheeky eyebrow wiggle of his.

Something caught his attention, on your shoulder you had a tattoo. It was your dad’s name in hieroglyphics. You had gotten it days after he passed away from cancer. You dad had been your hero, especially since your mother died in a car accident when you were just a baby. His fingers traced over it.

“Sir, I really hope you’re not watching over us right now.”

As much as you appreciated him being all sentimental, that was better suited for the after sex cuddles. Impatient, you tugged his hair to get his attention.

“Kook~ I need you.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you need me baby?”

You whined, taking one of his hands, you placed it on the waistband of your jeans. Jungkook took the hint and got to work removing your jeans and underwear. You gave a little squeal, shutting your legs instinctively. 

“Hey now, no need to be shy. You’re beautiful.”

You blushed as you let him ease your legs open. 

His eyes darkened with lust as he licked his lips at the sight of you, “I imagined this moment over and over again, I never thought it would actually happen.”

He grasped your thighs, pulling you up to meet his tongue so he could taste you. He groaned.

“God, Y/N, you’re delicious.” He breathed, then went right back to lapping at your centre, immediately focusing on your clit.

Heat surged through you, compelling you to grip the sheets below you. A grip that tightened when he shifted to eased a digit in, longer and thicker than you own. You moans and Jungkook’s groans filled the room in a medley of pleasure.

“More, Kook, give me more.”

“Patience baby, need to make sure you’re nice and relaxed.”

He nipped at your thigh and soothed the sting with caress, distracting you as a second finger joined the first. Crocking them, he tried to find your gspot. You both knew he found it when you cried out. He was back on you then, sucking on your clit. The heat that had been building inside you became a pressure. Pressure you were desperate to relieve, your hips moving in tandem with his thrusts. And just as you felt release edging closer, he stopped.

You keened, trying to make him continue. However, he set you back down on the mattress and got to work ridding himself of the remaining clothes he had left on. You gulped, no person should be allowed to look good butt naked, but somehow Jungkook did. Cock hard and twitching as precum leaked from its tip.

“I uh, wasn’t ever really expecting to need any here so I don’t have any condoms. But I’m clean and if you don’t mind-”

“I’m clean too and I have an IUD so I don’t think we have to worry about anything… unplanned.”

Jungkook let out a breath, visibly relaxing, as he crawled back over you, hitching one of your legs around his hip, “You ready?” He asked, searching your face for any sign that you didn’t want this.

“For fuck’s sake. Ye-”

He was pushing into you, stretching you, filling you to the brim. You grasped onto his shoulder, nails leaving crescent indents.

“Shit, you’re soaking Y/N.”

Both of you took a moment to take it all in. His forehead came down to rest on yours so he could nuzzle your nose. Sweet.

“Let me know when you’re okay.”

A few more moments passed before you rocked your hips, testing the waters. Jungkook moaned which drove you to do it again.

“Kook, move. Please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, setting a steady pace. He started peppering your neck with kisses again, his free hand wandering, caressing your curves then settling on your chest. 

“Fuck, I might not last long. Never done it bare before. Shit. Feels too good.”

You tried to meet him thrust for thrust but his hand on your hip tightened, holding you still. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had bruising later. He shifted, hitting you deeper than before and you cried out.

“Oh? Like that babe?”

With expert precision he kept hitting that spot again and again. You were on the edge of release again, the tension building in you until you felt his thumb draw figures of eight over your clit and it snapped. You came with a shout, your muscles tensing then relaxing. Jungkook’s rhythm became uneven as his own high came ever closer.

“Shit. I’m gonna cum. Can I do it inside?”

You nodded in a daze.

He stilled, holding you tight to him, hips twitching as ecstasy took him. For a second you swore his eyes glowed before closing. The room was silent except for your heavy breathing. 

“Is it bad I kinda want to stay like this?”

“I might get a UTI from that so… yeah.”

He pouted but placed a kiss on your forehead then rolled off you, “Go pee then come back and cuddle me.”

You giggled and did exactly that. When you came back in, Jungkook was under the covers facing you with an infectious goofy grin. He pulled back the covers so you could slide in next to him.

“Why does this place look so nice?”

“Honestly? I was preparing to make it our home, as platonic housemates. I thought that if nothing bad happened in another six months, we could live here instead of your tiny flat. Speaking of, I’ll be arranging a moving company to get our stuff from there in the morning.”

“And now something bad has happened.”

“And just like Egypt my plans have changed again. Instead of living here as platonic housemates. We’ll be hiding out here as a… couple?” he questioned, receiving a playful slap to his chest.

“We better be a couple after what just happened or you’ll be on the sofa.”

“As if I’d miss the chance to be your boyfriend after years of pining.”

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Note: It’s been a hot minute since I last wrote smut and rarely have I ever written smut sober so  sorry if it was bad

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290 Song Lyric Prompts

This is months of work, FIVE different "Volumes" (Playlists). I have combined all of my previous Song Lyric Prompts into one post, one list. I hope you enjoy. They are separated by Volume because tumblr yelled at me :)

Playlists:

[Volume One]

[Volume Two]

[Volume Three]

[Volume Four]

[Volume Five]

Volume One

 “Drive this car through the drive thru please”

“Dirty laundry looks good on you”

 “Where’s the dotted line at?”

 “Are there windows in heaven?”

 “Bought you a twelve pack, promised you sushi”

 “I want to take you to a gay bar”

 “I’m in love with the girl I hate”

 “It’s been a while since I’ve felt butterflies”

 “One day you’ll know who you want to be”

 “You ain’t nothing but a prick”

 “You’re not in love with me”

 “I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day”

 “On second thought, forget it, that one turns out kind of cool”

 “Honey, I’ve got real bad news”

 “I heard that rock is dead and cellphones give you cancer”

 “It will be worth it, everything you went through”

 “They’ve never drove through Indiana”

 “You’re my song, my sweet home Alabama”

 “You’ve got so many options, every fish in the sea wants to kiss you”

 “Relationships, I don’t know why, they never work out and they make you cry but the guy who says goodbye to you is out of his mind”

 “My family is dysfunctional but we have a good time killing each other”

 “I fell in love in the back of a cop car”

 “You don’t have to worry”

 “I’m still having nightmares”

 “I flashback to the night in your parents yard when we drank too much and we talked about God”

 “We’re gonna make it if takes all night”

 “She’s my kind of crazy”

 “Who says you can’t go home?”

“Fist fights turn into sex, I wonder what comes next?”

 “If I were a boomerang, I’d turn around and come back to you”

 “It’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry”

 “Remember when you broke your foot jumping out the second floor?”

 “There’s room for two, six feet under the stars”

 “Oh god, I did the wrong thing to the right girl”

 “When it comes to condoms, put two on”

 “I won’t give up on us”

 “I’m a bit too pop for punk kids, but I’m too punk for the pop kids”

 “We don’t have trouble sleeping”

 “Daddy’s little girl knows how to party”

 “A days worth of bitching goes down the drain when you lay in my bed and pick my brain.

 “Wrong name, my mistake”

42. “Being us feels good to us”

 “It’s not high school, man, you graduated six years ago”

 “A few drinks in, here I go missing you again”

 “There’s something about the way our bedsheets turn religion upside down”

 “And I’ve made mistakes, but you were not one”

 “I swear to god, I never fall in love”

 “I miss the way you breathe, the way you twitch in your sleep. Your smile, your straight teeth and the scars along on your cheeks”

 “When you talk, its in cursive to me. And it’s nicer than anything I’d ever believe about me”

 “I don’t mind if you fuck up my life”

 “Make a man feel rich on minimum wage”

 “You broke my heart and all I got was this t shirt”

 “You ask “When did I first know?” I always knew”

 “You’re kind of hipster, I grew up on punk rock”

 “Made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter”

 “And all my friends don’t give a fuck”

 “We’ll talk about how your parents separated and how you don’t want to make the same mistakes as them”

 “Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything?”

 “Leave your sorrys, grab your car keys.”

 “I’d unfuck you if I could”

 “You say you love me, I know you love me. Love that you love me, baby”

 “I lose my voice when I look at you, can’t make a noise though I’m trying to”

 “Now with my eyes wide open, it’s heaven in your arms”

 “I know that you’re in pain but if we die at the same time does it still scare you?”

 “I can make you laugh ‘til you cry, but she can make your tears dry”

 “I hope a heart only breaks this bad once in a lifetime”

 “I didn't call you back because I was learning to dance”

 “Sometimes I just want to tell you about my day”

 “Yes my fucking nails are painted, what you think I didn’t know?”

 “Mama tried to raise me right, but she couldn’t raise the hell out of me”

 “Dancing in the dark ‘til the sun comes, tangled in the sheets ‘til the days done”

 “I take a drink ‘cause the truth is hard to swallow”

 “Big heads up, that’s a really stupid plan”

 “We used to kiss all night, now it’s just a bar fight”

 “What’s the point of going out when you could just give me a call”

 “I didn’t know I was broken until I wanted to change”

 “We have something worth remembering”

 “I fell in love with the girl at the rock show”

 “And I just can’t stop thinking of you, wherever you are"

"I never wanna leave this sunset town

Volume Two

“Do you ever get a little bit tired of life?”

“Will you even look back when you think of me?”

“Somebody’s gonna love you. Take all the dark, turn it to light and paint you sky blue”

“They’re judging me, I’m judging you, we ain’t got nothing else to do”

“Don’t wake me up in the middle of the night, because I finally found you”

“I lose my voice when I look at you, can’t make a noise though I’m trying to tell you all the right words”

“If all it is is eight letters, why am I in my own way?”

“If I said I want your body, would you hold it against me?”

“They say don’t go to bed angry but I guess that’s where we are”

“Things you take for granted when you grow up by the beach”

“Go on then, love, and show me your heart, ‘cause you are enough as you are and I’m awestruck”

“Is it really your anxiety that stops you from giving me everything, or do you just not want to?”

“Welcome to the world that we live in. A perfect collision, it’s beat down, it’s broken, it’s bright. Welcome to happiness, sadness, to love and to madness”

“I always hear you on the background laughing, you know I hate it when you’re not around”

“These days you’ve been stuck in my brain, wanna play you over and over again”

“Secrets don’t make friends. We make love and love falls apart”

“Tell me you’re okay, yeah what’s that like? Rose tinted glasses, it must be nice. Doing your best while you die inside”

“I’m happy to see the happy back in your eyes”

“You make it hard to miss this hometown”

“A bad boy seems like a good idea until it’s too late”

“Couldn’t keep running, had to hit rock bottom to know”

“I wanna get back to where we started, to the summer night. You know, you know, you know, you know we got it right”

“I realized you are destined and meant to be mine”

“Keep switching your alibi, stuttering when you reply”

“But fuck, I’m so alone, and really need some help”

“We’re dancing on the edge of anxiety’s ledge and I might fall again”

“If we’re said and done, I know that I shouldn’t say that I still care but I still care”

“I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting”

“So I drown it out like I always do, dancing through our house with the ghost of you”

“Too many bottles of wine, can’t get my ducks in a row”

“Got me panicking, manic, and I can’t get no sleep”

“I’ve got a feeling I don’t get a grip I will slip and fall completely under”

“Some days you start singing’ and you don’t need a reason”

“I need a little more luck than a little bit, cause every time I get stuck the words won’t fit”

“Must be the music that’s got me shaking like an addict”

“I bite my tongue so you don’t hear me”

“I’d unfuck you if I could”

“Here’s to now and nothing else, in the crowd all by yourself. To the hellos and the goodbyes, the lows and every high. In this moment I could die with you.”

“Just watch from a safe place so I never have to lose”

“I don’t really understand this life and why we’re all here.”

“If you need me now, I’ll be there somehow”

“I’m so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere”

“Let’s see how far I’ll go now that I’ve lost control”

“If I could go back and erase you from my mind, I’d do it in a second”

“I was so scared of losing you, so I lost myself instead”

“I fell in love, in love with you suddenly.”

“Your heart belongs to someone else and I’m always here to keep you company”

“You say you’re sorry and you want us to fix what’s wrong, but I’d rather dye all my insides blonde”

“These last two years were the worst of my life”

“So hold on tight it’s a fast ride in the end”

Volume Three

“If I knew from the start would it change a thing?”

“You don’t have the time to not make time”

“There’ll be happiness after you but there was happiness because of you”

“You used to make me feel like I could walk on water but now most nights I’m just sinking”

“So go to hell and tell the devil I’m not that far behind”

“I’m trying to keep from going insane, ain’t that the way of this whole damn thing”

“For a minute, I was stone cold sober”

“I wish I could still call you friend”

“I know I deserve what you’re putting me through”

“I’ve been trying hard not lose my breath ever since you left”

“Where did you lose your happiness?”

“You’re the thing that I can’t quit”

“Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat”

“Tell me it’s okay to be happy now”

“I was born but I wasn’t raised”

“I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again”

“Five best friends on four bald tires”

“Even if I knew you’d be the one that got away, I’d still go back and get you”

“Tell me who you were falling for when we were lying on the floor”

“All the greats die young, that’s probably why I’m still alive”

“I never thought we’d make it out”

“I wish we could live here all the time”

“I know that you’re in pain but if we die at the same time, does it still scare you”

“I don’t want to leave this bar until I get your number”

“All that I know is that I just can’t say no to you, funny how things never change”

“I was young and horny.”

“I’d kill for one more way to tell you how you make me better every day”

“How did we end up talking in the first place”

“The weight of the world’s getting harder to hold up”

“There’s a lot more color in the mix when you’re loud and proud out in the sticks”

“Faking smiles and confidence”

“Fight the break of dawn, come tomorrow, tomorrow I’ll be gone”

“Why do I get myself into something I’m not ready for”

“I’d be lying if I tried telling you that you’re not everything that I want”

“It’s bittersweet I can still count on you for something”

“I see you when I close my eyes. I see you like I did that night”

“Tomorrow isn’t promised if the planet falls apart”

“If we get sober, we’ll never get old until we die”

“The tears from your eyes are leaving stains on your shirt, man”

“I ignore all the warning signs, fall for you every time”

“If I think you’re for real, I’m in denial”

“I’m just trying not to lose my shit this time”

“You don’t want to be friends, you’re just horny and fucked up at two am in the morning”

“I’m still young, wasting my youth. I’ll grow up next summer”

“With a full moon and a shitty mood”

“Everything gets fuzzy when you come around”

“I’ll be fine even though I’m not always right”

“We haven’t got time to be putting out fires we didn’t start”

“When you touch me I know there is purpose in my life”

“Maybe someone will save us before we drown”

Volume Four

“Playing fiction in a parking lot, anything to be more than an afterthought”

“Yeah, that’s good to know, wish I knew three years ago”

“I watched you fall away, evade accountability”

“Was I a fool for ever thinking I could get you to stay?”

“If I wake up and I’m still breathing, meet me where the sidewalk ends” 

“Today I called to tell you that I’m changing but I don’t think you have enough respect to see me try”

“Don’t you ever dare call me Vanilla”

“I read your letter, the one you left when you broke into my house”

“Leave it to me to fuck it up without a good reason.” 

“I’m not scared to jump if you want to”

“I’ll keep my secrets inside of my mind, promise I loved you but you roll your eyes”

“Got this bloodstain on my shirt, looking back it doesn’t hurt”

“I don’t mind sleeping all alone, but I’d rather wake up next to you” 

 “I’m always the outcast, I’ll take the blame. The first night you met me, you forgot my name”

 “Like bullets inside my head, you’re drivin’ me insane but there ain’t nothing I would change”

 “I’m at the same dead end, the lonely space in my head”

 “Now we’re at the part where you’ll hate what you see, what the fuck is wrong with me?”

“We’ve got this thing and it’s untouchable. It’s so dirty, pretty, beautiful” 

 “I’m a first class ticket to a fistfight, took a hit to the ribs but I feel just fine.”

“Is this butterflies or nausea? I can’t tell the difference anymore”

 “Tell me what it’s like to be loved by you”

“Baby, I can tell you ain’t easily impressed”

“Like weeds through the concrete cracks, and the flowers by the railroad tracks”

“It’s only been a couple of days and I miss you”

“When you change your mind, I’ll be waiting”

“I only miss you at midnight”

“Remember when you hit the brakes too soon, twenty stitches in a hospital room”

“Mama tried to raise me right but she couldn’t raise the hell out of me”

“So let’s take it back to the basics ‘cause let’s face it, I am on my own”

 “You’d never remember me when you’re pulling on his jeans”

 “I’m over wasting time in life trying to be something I’m not”

 “There’s only one place I wanna be” 

 “Deep dive off the coast of my feelings”

 “I’m glad to say this chapters about to end”

 “And when you touch me like that I get a little attached”

 “I’m single in September when I didn’t want to be”

 “I’m at best your second option”

 “Redefine rock bottom with these empty orange bottles”

 “A sloppy drunk obsessed with his juul”

“The things I’ve learned from a broken mirror, how a face can change when the heart knows fear”

 “I can’t forget the way you looked without your jeans on”

“I’ma treat you right tonight, let’s make it last forever”

“Pushed out of the family tree”

“Guess I think too much, maybe I’m obsessed with universal things like money love and death”

“You love who you love, ain’t nothing you should ever be ashamed of”

“With the boombox blaring as we’re falling in love”

 “I go back to the loss of a real good friend, and the sixteen summers I spent with him”

“There’s a noise complaint from room 304”

“Just shut up and drink your diet soda”

“We had to learn the hard way”

 “All You ever wanted was a part of me that I couldn’t fake”

“Love’s got a funny way of keepin’ score”

 “If the world ends, I hope I’m in my living room with my best friends”

“Baby blue eyes, stay with me by my side ‘til the mornin”

 “I’ll have you know, I’m scared to death”

“Tell yourself it’s never gonna happen again”

     “All the times you said you hate me, baby, I know what it feels like now. Damn it, I’m sorry”

“I would have married you in Vegas had you given me the chance to say I Do”

“Oh well, guess I’ll see you in hell”

“I got one thing to say and that’s thanks for nothing, kiss my ass”

Volume Five

 “Wide awake but it just feels wrong”

“We can fuck about it later if you want”

“I was fighting for my life eight months ago”

“Don’t be fooled, I’m only letting you down”

“Let’s run free and carry on, like we did when we were young”

“But I’m headstrong and stubborn and stuck in my ways”

“I wanna wake up with you and I, I wish we could live here all of the time.”

“I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it”

“I have this thing where I get older but never get wiser”

“I picked the petals, he loves me not”

“There’s always gonna be that one forever thing attached to you and me”

“Moving on isn’t something I regret, but it hard to forget” 

“I don’t want to waste my life without you baby”

“As memories fade, nothing’s the same, guess I better act my age” 

“You’re either with us or you can keep it to yourself”

“They say bad things happen for a reason”

“This could be the end of everything”

“Love me for who I am and who I’m gonna be”

“When we were still changing for the better”

“I’d tell you that I’m scared of turning out a failure”

“It’s safe to say I knew it, yeah, I knew it all along” 

“You can do just what you like tonight”

“Memories I hold to keep safe, and I live for that look on your face”

“Go ahead and take life’s lemons, you can mix them with some top shelf”

“Now we’re at the part where you’ll hate what you see.”

“I’ll go through the walls and kick down doors” 

“I even hate my favorite band, all because of you.”

“You make me feel like  1990 something”

“There’s nothing but broken streetlights, and I’m just trying to escape”

“I know I shouldn’t tell you” 

“Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?”

“Don’t you go and carry on with your life”

“So go to hell and tell the Devil I’m not that far behind” 

“Sex and white lies, handcuffs and alibis”

“So pour me another and kiss me like there’s no tomorrow” 

“Spare me just three last words”

“I still don’t know when I can come home, but I promised I would try”

“I barely know her but she starts to give me butterflies”

“She said she wants me for a lifetime”

“Guess I’m getting used to sleepless nights”

“You look pretty with my heart in the palm of your hand” 

“I thought this was as bad as it gets but I was wrong”

“You don’t wanna love me right now, ‘cause baby, I don’t even like me” 

“Lying isn’t me, so I’ll just be completely honest” 

“This shit should be a sin”

“Part of me’s a saint, but I’ll be a sinner”

“I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun”

“Now those songs we used to sing are just songs I can’t sing anymore”

“I would do anything, anything for you”

“I’d drive her anywhere from here to California” 

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