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stalactitekilla · 4 months
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"Our" Love Story (Gareth Emerson x reader)
**18+**
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Summary: You're a writer, moved to Hawkins with your best friend in the hopes that you can start over. Your best friend falls for the freak of Hawkins and you get a chance meeting with his best friend.
Trigger Warnings: Lots of angst, p in v (wrapped), oral (f) receiving, kissing, some drinking, I may have missed some.
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He took her hand in his, the wind whispered in the trees.. The sky danced with blue and green... Take a walk with me... A long walk... I didn't want to walk with him so he watched her as she walked away, never to be held again, His love and yet was she really his...
Wow,  your fans were right. This was shit. Frustrated you scatter the papers  across your desk onto the floor. Looking around it was almost sundown,  but you had written maybe four paragraphs.
Starting  from a middle point.. my name is not important... you can call me "hey you". If  I had more than three friends that's what I would say.
I'm a writer.  Well at least I used to be. You  had been here in Hawkins for over six months. You had rented an  apartment, if you could call this an apartment, it was a floor above a  large barn overlooking lovers lake. It was drafty and the elements swept  through the floor and walls, but you really loved it.
You  had moved here from New York City. The city had its own cold and here  you were able to cuddle up with a blanket and a cup of coffee. It was  ideal for a hermit, but it also didn't stimulate any thoughts or ideas  for this blasted book. The common bustle of people was gone, all you had  was the lake and the sky.
In  the city you were a bit of a celebrity. You were a top tier writer.  Then your career took a sharp turn towards the mundane. Your editor  wanting you to get your spark back, be romantic, you didn't feel like  being romantic.
Not  after everything that had happened. Or honestly after everything that  hasn't happened. Your past relationships were anything but romantic...  all sweat and tears.
Your  last book had done well, but not nearly as well as the previous two.  Your now ex-boyfriend had talked up a new angle for your books. He  wanted you to get out of your comfort zone, be more like him. It was a  romance story, my editor thought it would help me grow my audience and  pushed the topic along with my boyfriend.
It didn't hit well with my audience. A lot of people found it cold and they lost interest in my stories overall. 
I  wrote a lot of fantasy fiction and the relationships my characters had  always sparked a ton of fan fictions. They were witty, but I never had  the characters go beyond touching or a happily ever after kiss. It  wasn't my style, after-all the actual relationship with my own love  interests were nothing after that first kiss.
I  just didn't get the hype. You read the other works. The fan fictions  were spicy and romantic. My editor said I should give the idea of  writing my own material a go, but that meant I had to know what I was  writing about. He had found a few of the fan fiction copies for you to  take on this "finding yourself" trip. It was supposed to be a month  tops, but you fell in love with the quiet.
You  were in fact happy being in solitude. I was 25 and still had no real  romantic experience. I was short, wore glasses and did not really ooze  the feminine charms others did. I had been on several horrible first  dates and decided maybe love wasn't for me.
My  ex was a Nobel peace winning author, he wrote poetry, saved the world  with his words. A real gods gift to the earth type. He was handsome,  knew how to shave and smelled like flowers piled out his ass...but there  was a catch as there is with all princes..
He wasn't caring...
When  it came to me... well it was still all about him. He wasn't giving...  literally... and my jaw would tire from trying to give him what he  needed. We separated and he cried.. he cried and said he wanted to be  with me but I was too cold of a woman.
Figures the prince didn't like me.
Maybe  he was right. I should go back to battling demons within my pages...  maybe I should hide like women authors of older times, take on a male  pen name... they never get bothered to be more romantic. I moved to my  kitchen and as I was about to start another pot of coffee my phone rang.
I already knew who it was, leaning against the counter I twirl the cord and sigh, "You got me."
"Who else would answer your phone?" Your best friend's voice happily chirped in your ear,  "Eddie stopped by... he brought me flowers and said he was excited for  our date later!"
Issa was my best friend. She moved to Hawkins with you ... well because she  said you'd be a lonely bitch without her. Ironically she wasn't wrong,  you would have sat here thinking about your life instead of meeting up  with her and living life. Issa was a real estate broker and she now ran  the three connecting counties. Her face was on park benches and she  loved the increase in pay. We both had come from nothing and now were  living a dream.
Now.  Eddie is the town's pariah. Apparently the boy managed to piss off the  entire town just from merely breathing. The way Issa explained him was  that he was funny, stunningly good looking and most importantly hers.
"You still coming tonight?" Her voice was hopeful.
"Seedy bar, your boyfriend, a bunch of small town girls screaming and doing shots... of course I am coming." I chuckle.
"He has friends too, you never know, put yourself out there you might  meet someone even your nerdy little behind likes." She laughs, "I mean when Eddie found out you wrote fantasy books he immediately asked to have a chat with you."
"This Eddie seems like he's stealing my best friend." I scowl, "but I do like his taste in book genres if he is a true fantasy fan."
"See  you in a hour! Remember it's the Hideout!" Issa squealed. She was so  professional but this boy had a choke hold on her. I would meet him and  have a few drinks, maybe catch some people making out, I needed a  reference for this book.
Damn. I am so desperate to see affection that going to hang out with Issa became about work.
You  hang up the phone trying to de-tangle the cord, but giving up. You  sighed and looked around, maybe you should try a bit tonight, put  yourself out there. Worst case scenario you get a front row seat to  watching your best friend enjoy her new love.
You glance at the calendar... ugh... tomorrow is valentine's day.
You  hated that holiday, it was never what you really wanted. The last few  years showing you that it was more for your other partner in your  relationships. You envied those that would hold hands, kiss under rose  tinted lights and see hearts when they were with their partners.
You wanted that, but maybe some people aren't built that way.
You look back at all the scattered pages and sigh, "Tomorrow... tomorrow we write this out and send off whatever I have."
You  wander into your bedroom, looking over your closet decide you should  look semi decent. Issa will be embarrassed if you show up in your usual  clothes, this was meeting her dream boat after-all. There is the pair of  black heels, the pair you use for book signings, the blister inducing  shoes.
Fuck it. Alright Issa, I'll dress it up a bit, just for you. These shoes would make you more... fun right?
You  grab those, a pair of jeans without rips and a floaty top, it was a  dark blue and lightly danced along your skin, you were not a fashion  person so your descriptions of clothes made even Issa cringe, it's blue  so at least you weren't in black. Then you look around, suede brown  jacket.. yep... that had romantic encounter written all over it right?
If  anything it was just your favorite. It was soft and made you feel a bit  of confidence. I sniffed my arm pits...Damn... I need to shower... I  smell like coffee and Twizzlers. The food of writing champions. My hair  was fluffy to, probably from me pulling at it in frustration. I looked  in the mirror, my skin had turned pale, no sunlight does that to a girl  and I had some bags under my eyes.
I don't wear make up.. Issa had tried, but the least she got me to do was pluck my eye brows...
My  glasses covered those up a bit, but I definitely wasn't winning any  awards for Ms. Indiana. I shrugged and decided to just wash my face,  maybe through on another layer of deodorant. I would shower when I got  home.
Nothing like  freshening up before getting into bed. Issa will probably sniff test  you, so maybe a spritz of whatever she got me last Christmas. Walking to  my bathroom I take notice that it's peppermint... oh fuck no... not in  February... I'll take my chances with my caffeine bouquet then.
As  I step outside into the cold I already regret this social interaction,  pushing myself I get in my car and drive towards the Hideout. Your car  is just a little Ford something or other, you weren't a car person, you  didn't care what color it was or even the type of car. It ran and had a  cassette player. Issa loved to kick her feet on the dash and we would  drive for hours listening to mix tapes she made.
You  had one in at the moment that was labeled Eddie "My" Banished... you  wanted to gag, but it was sweet how in love she was with this boy. If  you hadn't been buried with deadlines you would have met him sooner.
Then... They met when he was looking for a recording studio....
Sprucing up the space you didn't think anything of this meeting.
Remembering  the phone call that started this moment, it was rushed and you awaited  the voice of another middle aged woman to sound. It was the same old  requests, needing a space to paint, when really they just wanted a spot  for their affairs.
"Uh... hello?" A male voice came over the phone.
"Yes?  Sorry this is Issa's Real Estate can I help you?" I twirled the cord,  his voice was innocent and ... cute, can a voice be cute.
"Yea I know. I need to look for a recording space. For my band." The boy was sweet and almost too timid.
"I  have several ideas for that, you have a price range or just want to see  a selection?" I was moving pamphlets on the desk and grabbed about  eight of them that would work for a band practice space.
"Uh,  a selection would be nice. You aren't going to hang up on me?" He  sounded happy and I could tell there must have been someone else in the  room.
"Why would I hang up on you?" I was curious as the request wasn't abnormal, but again you had moved from the city.
"Everyone  else has." He was quiet and it made me smile, "Well I am not going to.  Do you have a way to communicate or can I just give you a few options  now, meet you at the first one in a hour?"
"Yea..  I mean I can give you my phone number, but seeing one... in a hour!  Yes! Oh.. sorry, this is exciting... THANK YOU!" His voice was so clear  in the phone.
"Issa.  My name is Issa, yours?" I smile into the phone, god I hope he isn't  cute, because if he's a musician, this energetic and cute... I'm fucked. 
"Eddie. Eddie Munson. I'll see you in a hour!" He was about to hang up then there was a pause.
"I need to give you the address Eddie." I chuckled, "Meet me at 1347 Central... bring a notepad."
"Yes  maam... I mean Issa!" He could be heard jumping about as the phone  clicked and hung up. Please don't be cute.... Jesus H Christ... please  don't be cute.
The  hour had passed quickly and you were arranging the sparse furniture to  make room for band equipment when a rap at the glass window on the front  door pulled you away from your task.
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You watch the door open and then your heart jumped out your chest. The curls, then his smile as he sees you. Fuck.
"Hey.. You  Issa? Your voice did not let me know you would be this fucking  beautiful." His voice cut through the air and I was completely taken.  Eddie Munson. Damn.
Now.... Pulling  into the Hideout parking lot I smiled, it was so... well Hawkins. The  town had all this small town history, you even had been on a few dates  with a clerk at Family Video, he had drove you around and talked about  all the "hot spots", he was cute, but the two of you had nothing in  common, so you friend zoned the poor guy.
I  took a breath and then I walked in to the bar, Issa promised me we  would not be bothered, I hated bars. I could see her leaned against the  bar, long red hair, perfect make up and a rock star girlfriend's outfit.  She looked hot.
She notices you and then smirks, "Heels?"
"I am finally meeting your boy, figured I would try." I gave her a hug and she smelled me. Shit.
"Really... coffee and Twizzlers..." She looked at me with a smile, "I guess I can't change all of you."
"Sorry. I was in a rush.." I fibbed a bit and she was sitting up proudly, "I ordered us drinks and shots."
"Fuck,  I drove." I looked at her meekly. She just shook her head, "we can take  a cab and come back here later for your car. It's not like you have a  real job to be late for in the morning."
"Hey  now.. I do have a real job.. just not a corporate one.." I pushed her  shoulder as the first round came. I looked at the shots and smirked,  "Jaeger really?"
"I'm  nervous. Eddie said this show was for some big wigs, he is trying to  get a record deal. They are so good, I'm glad you are here I might vomit  from the nerves otherwise." She looked at you as you both down your  shots.
"Let's see if  your hype is real." I breathed, the liquor already hitting me, I wasn't  someone who could drink a lot... but for Issa I will pace myself and  have a bit of fun.
The  show started how you would anticipate, Eddie came out and introduced  the band, Corroded Coffin, how quaint, Issa screamed in encouragement  and Eddie looked in our direction with a huge smile. I watched the band  play, they were really good. Issa was bouncing about, apparently she  came to watch them often. I had been living in Hawkins for almost six  months and never ventured to this particular bar.
I  should have. This bar had a lot of ideas just brewing about. The music  kept bringing you back, you drank a few sips of beer. Thinking to  yourself... Beer before liquor.. or is it liquor before beer that makes  you sick?
Something was taking your
But this  constant beat and the music just seemed to take over you. Watching was  easy to, the band played and bobbed their heads to the music. They  played some covers first, but now there was this lightness to the sound,  it was a metal song, but it filled the room.
I  could feel the bass and beats of the drums in my chest. I was one of  those people that turned the bass up as high as I could. It was an  intense type of sound, but it was something I enjoyed.
I  looked at my friend,  Issa was in a trance, she had been talking  nonstop about the band's lead singer. They had gone on a few dates and  she was smitten, it sounded like the boy was smitten to. He had long  dark curls and the way he sang was pretty rock n roll. Is that how you  say it nowadays? I would need to further research the new terms to place  in my book.
He  would peer up and look at her periodically, there was even a wink  shared. I smiled at my friend, she then ordered us both another beer. I  definitely was going to have to get water after this, my chest was  warming. She smiled at me, "Just beer.. unless you want another shot?"
"Can  we wait till this set is over? Beer will be fine." I shrugged and as I  glance back to the band stage that's when I moved my glance to the  drummer and our eyes locked. He was looking right at me, must be because  I was sitting with Issa. He smiled and then started in on a solo part.  His hands moved about almost in perfect time with the music, the bounce  of the sticks in his palms, he must have perfect finger control. The  beat a hair off, it was strange and then I noticed the pace of the  bassist, the drummer was compensating for the bassists poor timing. It  created this effect, a warm sound that you hadn't hear from a bass line.  You watched and noticed his hands would allow the stick a bit more room  to fall, the staccato had a round punch to it. 
You leaned back on the bar and marveled at the boy. Issa then chuckled next to me, "his name is Gareth."
"I didn't ask?" I looked at her as she smirked, "didn't have to, the drool is evident."
I  blushed a bit bringing my gaze back over and meeting his eyes again.  This time I wasn't sure if I should look away first. He had brown curls,  lighter eyes, I could really tell his features from here but as I  glanced around I noticed I wasn't the only one eyeing him. I smiled and  nodded my head to a table that was filled with three or four girls  pointing and whispering about him.
His  gaze shifted to where you motioned and a frown set in, back to your  eyes and he lightly shook his head in disappointment. You averted your  eyes and took a drink, looking back at Issa who was fixated on the lead,  "Your Casanova is definitely working overtime with his gaze, eh?"
"You  could say Gareth has taken a notice of you as well" Issa smiled, her  eyes never left Eddie and the boy shared the sentiment, almost like  every song he sang was just for her.
After  another few songs I tempted fate, but to my surprise Gareth's eyes were  on me and met mine every-time I looked back over in his direction. It  was enough that you noted a few girls looking in your direction  wondering who you were. The glares made you feel uncomfortable.
It  filled you with a bit of embarrassment and you looked at Issa, "I'm  going to need that shot I think... I have a feeling these groupies don't  like their boys being watched..."
"I  think its more because he's been staring at you all night." Issa was  fascinated by the drummer of this band watching me. I was not so  thrilled or was I. What was wrong with some innocent meeting of our  eyes.
You end up  taking two more shots during the next set changes, it's apparent that  Gareth noticed your change in behavior, his eyes would look around the  room now. However the last song you were once again met with his gaze  and you returned it this time with a smile.
You  could see him smile back. Issa nudged you and it made you feel a bit  silly. You were not a child anymore, but his gaze didn't avert and with  the last note he was pulled back to Eddie's thanking of the crowd and  then the clearing of the stage for the next band. Issa leaned in, "Do I  need to get Eddie to introduce the two of you?"
"If you want to. Won't do anything though..." I stuttered, damn those shots were hitting me, "I think I need some water."
Issa  laughed and within a few minutes we see the fluffy lead singer bound  over. Eddie wrapped his arm over Issa's shoulders, "you come here  often?"
Issa was a  puddle, she gripped the edges of his leather jacket and nodded, "There  is this totally hot lead singer I just can't get enough of."
Eddie kissed her forehead then her lips, pulling her top lip out with his teeth gently. Issa whimpered, "Not here babe..."
"Sorry..  you are just so..." He bit down on his pointer finger as he gazed at  her. Then he was quick to look over at you, "You must be the notorious  best friend?"
"Yes. The hermit on the hill by the lake." I smiled, "I've heard a lot about you Munson."
"All good things I hope." He teases as he squeezes Issa even closer to him.
I smiled, "Nope. But I can't say the bad things aren't good in their own way."
Eddie  raised an eyebrow, "I like your friend Issa. And we are going to chat  about what these bad things are..." He growled and dipped his lips to  her neck taking a gentle nip. You shook your head and turned to see the  drummer heading over to the three of you. Issa said his name was...  Gareth... what an interesting name. I held my drink as I watched Gareth,  he stood at a reasonable distance from us and my eyes drank him in.
I  could see why all the girls were here, they would come by and offer him  a drink or Eddie a phone number. Issa then would cuddle closer and  Eddie kissed her hair telling the other girls he had a girlfriend. He  didn't even say it was flattering, Issa looked happy and at some point  they had each others tongues in their mouths and I was left to stand  awkwardly with Gareth.
"I think that's my queue to leave for the night." I sigh and turn to the bartender, "can I get some water and the tab?"
The older man nods and I feel Gareth lean next to me, "you aren't even going to introduce yourself?"
I looked at him and smiled, "I'm sorry. That is rude of me, I'm the hermit best friend."
He smiles and puts out his hand, I take his hand in mine and the skin contact sets me on fire, "Gareth, but you know that."
I nod as I get my water, drinking it quickly and Gareth frowned, "don't drink that too fast. It'll give you a stomach ache."
I smiled at him, "I'll take it if it'll help me sober up a bit faster."
"Did  you like our set?" His eyes watched you, "I saw you watching during  certain parts, well when you weren't interrupted by those other  girls..."
So the eye  contact wasn't a coincidence. That made my stomach flip a bit, he valued  my opinion. I pretended to be deep in thought as he smirked, "Yes. Your band is really good. Issa has talked nonstop about Eddie, so I was glad  the hype was right."
"But that is about Eddie... what about the music?" Gareth frowned, "It's always about Eddie."
I  could hear a tinge of jealousy and it made you smile, unknowing to you  it also made you scoot closer to the boy, "I don't know, it looks like  you were born with a pair of sticks in your hand, does your bass player  not pick up off beats well?" I took another gulp of water and Gareth  stares at you, a smile spreading across his face, "How long were you  staring at my hands?"
It  was my turn to blush, shit, to notice that it had been most of the set  that I was focused on him. I didn't have anything witty so I just  figured I'd be honest, "I think I was watching you for most of the  set... sorry."
He  moved his arms out so our elbows touched. That small tap was enough to  shoot an energy you had never felt from anyone. He eyed the connection  and then looked up at you, "No reason to be sorry sweetheart."
Gareth  turned back to Eddie and Issa who had finally come back for air.  You  feel them again, the butterflies. Did your drink have something in them?  You didn't have any allergies..
"So  the man was here, the record company that works with local bands out of  New York City and we got a record deal!" Eddie came up for air and his  lips were swollen, Issa twirled pieces of his hair in between her  fingers and the two of them were a match. You smiled at the sight, if  you had bad luck with relationships well Issa took the cake. 
It  was nice to see her so happy, especially since Eddie reciprocated the  feelings. I heard the bartender come back, "More water love?"
"Yes  please. And the time?" I looked around and there wasn't a clock. Issa  then bounded over, "I would have got this one. You haven't been out of  your house in two months."
"Whoa? You sick or hurt?" Gareth looked concerned and I shook my head, "No just boring."
He smiled, "That can't be right at all."
I blushed again, "You'd be surprised. Anyways, can we get a raincheck? Maybe dinner?"
Issa  nods, she knows full well that this was a lot for even you, it had been  years since you were social and your ex had removed all that energy.  She came over and gave you a hug, it shifted you over and you felt  Gareth brace you, his touch even more attractive, you didn't know how  you could find someone so interesting after just meeting them.
Eddie frowned, "I wanted to talk about your books... I uh... read the first two and loved them... then the third..."
Issa smacked his arm, "I told you to just leave it..."
I shook my head, "It's crap I know. Issa is trying to spare my feelings. It's also why I'm in Hawkins."
"So  Issa wouldn't be here either if your book wasn't bad?" Eddie looked at  you, "Then I'm glad it wasn't as good... what made you change your  style?"
"Men." I was  blunt and then could feel Gareth's eyes on me. I looked over and he was  trying to piece together what to say, "Anyways, dinner.. i'll let you  rant about the other two books Eddie. It was really nice to see your  band play and even more so to meet the man Issa can't stop talking  about."
Eddie grinned  and before Issa could say anything he had his lips on hers, smothering  her face with kisses and a few sloppy sucks on her neck. I smiled and  turned to Gareth, "It was nice to make your acquaintance to."
"Acquaintance?  Oh sweetheart.. okay, I'll bite, dinner am I invited?" He looks at you  and it was enough to make you smile. You nod. Then glance at the door  leaving the three of them together as you go to make your way home.
As  the door opens I can feel the cold air heighten my sobriety and I take a  big breath. That's when I feel a hand on my shoulder, "Hey there little  miss."
I turn to  find four men, all probably in their 50s, drunk and looking to chat you  up. I shook my head, "I don't want any trouble, just heading home."
They all smiled and then as they were about to say something I heard the door open behind me.
"She  said leave her the fuck alone." I turned around to see Gareth coming  straight towards me. The men just laughed, "this your boyfriend or  something?"
I instantly have an idea, it was stupid, but I'll apologize later.
"Yes,  do you have a problem with that." I took Gareth's arm and wrapped it  around my waist, he pulled me into him, I guess he didn't need too much  of a hint. I could feel his fingers making circles on my jeans, "why  don't you go back inside, find a girl that isn't already taken?"
He  smirks and the men just cuss under their breath, they make some mean  comments about me being a tease and wander off. As they walked away I  took a huge breathe, "thank you."
"Anytime  sweetheart." Gareth didn't move his arm and you didn't move for a  second, I was worried the men would see me pull away too quickly. I  looked around Gareth's other shoulder, "they gone?"
He started to chuckle, "you are a strange one."
I  pulled away from his hold and he looked disappointed. I just smiled, "I  do appreciate it though, you were quick to help. I guess I will see you  around."
I move to  go to my car, I was definitely feeling sober now that the adrenaline  from that small encounter had finished. Gareth didn't move and then he  opened his mouth, "... um if I could maybe call you?" He looked at me,  his lip between his teeth.
I tilted my head a bit, "why?"
"Cause  I want to get to know you? Is it strange for a guy to ask for your  number after saving you?" He smiled and it made your stomach flutter even more.
You were in trouble...Nothing  ever made your stomach flutter. You went to pull out your keys when you  start to feel a bit woozy. The ground blurred and before you knew it  you were back in his arms, "whoa there sweetheart."
His  hands felt even better after the pet name left his lips. He had wrapped  himself around your waist and then pulled you into him, your nose  finding his chest, he was so tall... and you couldn't put a finger on  the smell coming from his chest...
Heaven.
If  there was a name for it... heaven was this smell. You looked up, "are  you secretly some suave prince who catches girls at night?"
Gareth  chuckles, "Nope. Normally I am fumbling over my words and trying not to  shoot beer out my nose as I laugh at my own jokes."
I smile, "good... I'm a little tipsy... thought I would be good to drive, may have to call a cab."
"Good?" Gareth looks down at you a bit more, "if I had said of course I'm always this smooth would you have still said good?"
"I guess we won't know." I smiled, "can you release me?"
"Nope.  You are still quite uneasy on those feet, not a heels person?" Gareth  glided a finger along my arm, even with my jacket on it felt like my  skin was littered with goosebumps, I knew I should have gone with  comfortable foot wear. It's like he saw straight through me, "was trying  on something different... my editor says I'm not romantic enough, also  Issa says I never dress up."
Gareth bit his bottom lip, "heels make you more romantic?"
I  smirked, "No... but maybe lead to more romantic moments? I don't know.  I'm a fool. I can't figure out the scenes I'm writing in my next book."
Gareth loosened his grip and smirked, "want to grab coffee, I'll drive you home, and maybe I can help?"
"You a master of romance Gareth?" I smiled, "and I would like that... maybe you can tell me what cologne you use."
"Cologne? I just use bar soap.." he stops and your face reddens... he just naturally smells like this.. like heaven...
"Oh." I gasped at my own words, "well fuck. You smell nice."
He  chuckled again and leaned his face closer, his nose brushed mine as he  made his way to my ear and he whispers, "you smell nice too."
You  didn't mean to, but you let out a small moan as his breath hits your  skin, then his hand found it's way to just your hip and he lightly  brought his face back to be in line with yours. He was so close, if I  moved at all forward, well his lips would be on mine.
I gulped down air. He liked the smell of my coffee and candy aftermath...
"Sorry...  I'm not used to this..." I stuttered and Gareth didn't move, his eyes  were focused on my lips then slowly he met my eyes, "used to what?"
His  breath smelled like beer and a hint of cinnamon, he must choose that  flavor of gum, instantly I wanted to know what he tasted like, but I had  to calm down. This was the first time you had met this man, why is it  so intense. Get a grip.
"Used to flirting." I smirked, "I'm sorry..."
Before  I could continue his lips connected with my own. He hummed into them,  slightly adjusting his face so our noses didn't squish and kissing me  several more times, the lightness of his lips added to my goosebumps and  butterflies. Gareth groaned a bit before pulling away, "used to it  now?"
I take a deep  breath, my hand moves to his chin, sliding along his jaw line, his skin  felt so soft. Did boys always feel soft, why would someone like Gareth  feel so perfect and I nod, "maybe one more time for practice."
Gareth  smiled and then leaned in, his lips caressing gently against yours,  with each press he would groan, matching your own sweet presses and the  same small moans heard as Gareth pulls your body into his. The kisses  were unlike any other you had experienced, he must kiss a lot of girls  you thought to yourself.
You  don't know what comes over you, but you part your mouth a bit and  instantly feel Gareth's tongue. Yours curiously meets his and then you  get to taste him finally. It was like the world stopped, there was no  sound or feeling other than this boy's mouth and his body wrapped around  yours.
The silence  wasn't heavy between the two of you, but you wanted to continue, your  nose pushed against his, willing him to continue kissing you, to feel  him. He obliged, moving his hands to enclose your cheeks as he bit down  softly on your lip, pulling away from your mouth and making his way to  your neck. His hands returning to your hips, connecting your two lower  parts, the fabric of your jeans making a soft rubbing sound.
You  started to move into him, your hips thrust softly into his, you wanted  him. That's when he growls lowly, "sweetheart... we need to stop for a  moment..I'm getting bad ideas..."
"Oh...  I'm sorry... I don't normally... fuck, I'm sorry.." As you pull back  and take a breath, you're filled with embarrassment and you can see  Gareth's eyes look confused as you state, "I need to get home..."
"I'm  coming with you... nothing to be sorry about..." He breathed as he  kissed your cheek, "I just can't continue without having more of you,  well having you naked and screaming my name... the parking lot isn't my idea of a  good place for that type of interaction.."
Oh.  Screaming... have you ever been that passionate with someone. The idea  made your cheeks redden, "I don't think I have ever screamed anyone's  name before..."
Gareth  smiled and kissed your lips one more time, "Maybe that is why you think  heels will make you more romantic..instead of just wobbly."
"Maybe...Do you want to skip the coffee and just come home with me?" I look at him, "I never do this..."
"Lead  the way sweetheart.." Gareth takes your hand in his, he's moving so  quickly and his touch is soft, allowing him to pull you towards an older  pick up truck, "She isn't much.."
"I'm  not good at cars, don't even ask what I drive.... but I like trucks,  much more practical." I smiled at him. My stomach was doing flips, I  just wanted to bask in this feeling, when did kissing feel like this. He  pulled you into a hug and then kissed you again.
Your  poor mind working overtime..."Get in and where you staying?" Gareth  asked as he buckled you in and jumped into the driver seat. I gave him  my address, on the drive he talked about the band, about himself and  Eddie. I wanted to touch him, but I bundled my hands in my lap,  listening to him chat on and on about how many rehearsals he had to hold  before he realized the bassist didn't have a sense of rhythm. That he  was sincerely impressed I had noticed.
It didn't take long for us to be at my "home". I looked at him as we parked, "I want you to know I don't do this.."
"No?  You totally give off the vibe that you take home random drummers all  the time from bars." He leans in and kisses my lips, "I am not usually  this guy either... but fuck am I attracted to you.."
I  smile and then lead him up the stairs to my apartment. He takes in the  room, it was an open loft space. Bedroom to the side of the kitchen the  only room with walls was the bathroom. You had loved it as it was just  you living here. He walked around, noticing the coffee pot was on and  full, "You like coffee?"
"Yea,  I usually smell like that and... well Twizzlers, the candy. They both  help me write..." I point to the scattered pages on the floor, "You can  walk on those.. they're trash."
"You do smell busy..."He smirked and nodded, "I read your books too you know."
I  was suddenly afraid and he looked back noting my despair, he raised his  hands up, "Whoa. I don't have a harsh opinion like Eddie did, I just  felt something a bit different... meeting you just makes me think I am  right."
"And that feeling would be... cause everyone seems to think I am a virgin." I scoffed.
"A  virgin in love yea... but physically... no virgin kisses like you do."  Gareth smiles as he makes his way over to you, "Do you want me to show  you what you are missing?"
"Missing?  Is this a physical lesson or a love lesson?" I look in his eyes  skeptical to what he could actually teach me. And before I could answer  he kissed me again, looping his hands under my thighs to pick me up and  then lower me roughly onto my bed. His mouth is pulled away as we land, I  hear myself make a noise that sounds like a squeak as Gareth smiled and  claimed my mouth again.
We  kissed and I Iet his hands explore under my clothes, his fingers  skimming my bra and then gliding down to under my knees. He tickles a  bit causing me to bend my leg, he pulls back and with a smile kisses my  knee as he removes one of my shoes. The actions were so smooth that you  didn't know how you would even explain them to Issa later.
"Are  you thinking about how to write this?" Gareth breathed as he slid your  other shoe off, "I want you just to focus on me... okay?"
I  nod as he claims my lips and unbuttons my pants. quickly removing them  from my body, I have never been one to cover myself up, but at this  moment I was feeling self conscious. He looks down at me as I remove my  coat and shirt, "sorry I don't work out..."
Gareth  laughs and pulls his shirt off, he reveals his chest and it takes the  air out of my lungs, he had a few tattoos and the one thing I had been  lacking, a man who could grow chest hair...
He smirked, "Like what you see?"
I  nodded, "Yes." I barely whisper and Gareth just growls as he manuevers  down kissing your stomach and as he pulls your underwear down you start  to moan. Gareth chuckles as he throws your panties to the floor, "This  is what I was thinking..." he presses his finger into your clit, causing  you to arch up and moan again, the friction of him sliding downwards  and slicking of your pleasure across your folds and his finger made you  wild.
"Oh  sweetheart.. you are so ready for me... has no one taken care of you  before down here." His eyes meet mine and in that moment my  vulnerability shows, "no..."
He  makes a sigh that is half way from that's a shame to excitement that he  gets to be your first. Your ex thought it too dirty to be down there,  he had no problem with you being on him... but you obliged because you  thought you loved him.
Gareth  suddenly licked the same trail his finger had previously been, this  caused your own growl sound to emerge from your throat. You had never  felt anything like him. He slowly bent your knees and separated your  legs so that he had better access, you watched him and his eyes met  yours, the intensity holding the same as during the show.
"Oh  fuck.... Gareth..." I throw my head back as a bombardment of his tongue  and fingers worked away at my sensitive areas. His fingers curved but  in unison with the long licks and flicks of his tongue. You jumped a few  times as he reached places that you had yet to touch. Each jump to your  hips made him groan in pleasure, "fuck you taste so good sweetheart."
It  didn't take long for you to feel hot, a familiar feeling started but  before it could finish it kept growing, you had always been quick to  cum, especially on your own, but this slow progression made your toes  curl. The world blurred and you feel it, deep in your throat, "Gareth...  I think..."
"Tell  me ... fuck you have to say it..." he lapped more and his  fingers kept moving about. It was enough to make me want to keep him  down there for the whole night. I felt it thought, the peak, the tingle  started and then I whimpered into the room, "Gareth... I'm ...." There  was a noise I made as my body vibrated, shook... god there wasn't a word  to describe this movement.... No my body fucking celebrated the feeling  Gareth erupted from me.
I  could feel him slow, drawing his mouth away as he slowly rocked his  hands. The residue of my climax sticky on his face... I laid back down  as he slowly pulled out his fingers letting me breath, "you got a  towel?"
"Drawer..." I pointed and could feel my breath slowly get back to my lungs, "I've ...."
"Never  had an orgasm like that... I can tell, you are so fucking responsive...  it's adorable." He pulled out the towel and looked in the drawer with a  smirk, "you keep a towel with your toys I see."
My  cheeks flushed but I wasn't in a place to hide that I relied on other  means to please myself, I'd always found men so lacking. Gareth wiped  off his mouth and then cascaded down to be beside you, "do we continue?" 
"Is it going to  feel like that with your dick in me to?" I look at him, it was his turn  to flush and then he thought for a moment, "I sure hope so..."
I  reached behind me undoing my bra and letting it slide down, Gareth  mumbled something about Jesus and I reached over him to get back to the  drawer, your breasts rested on his chest and he groaned, "condom...  please tell me you have one..."
"I do." Pulling out the packet and Gareth takes it from my hand, "can I put it on you?"
His eyes get wide and he nods, "okay..."
You  open the packet with your teeth and giggle, "I always wanted to try  opening it that way... the piece got stuck to your tongue so your stick  it out and Gareth removes it, "guess we'll have to practice that a few  more times."
This  has you blushing and then you watch him pull off his boxers, everything  on display, "I know I'm not as attractive as others, but I want you to  know... I really like you." Gareth frowned, "I'm not usually the first  choice."
"You were mine." The words slipped out before I could think, "I'm never anyone's first choice either."
"You  were mine." Gareth mimics your words before watching you glide the  condom on him. He kisses your lips then lays you on your back. It  doesn't take long before he enters you and groans with the intensity of  how you fit around him.
"Fuck...you  feel so good sweetheart." Gareth slowly thrust in and out of you. His  arms on either side and his mouth kissing your lips softly between  thrusts.
He was so  long, maybe not the girth you were imagining with his shoulders, but he  reached deep within you, his tip hitting the end of your depths and  repeating as you moan. He was going to make you never want to have sex  with anyone else.
It  was a feeling you couldn't try and resist, you would be envisioning  this for the rest of your life, had your own fingers felt this good,  nope, had anyone's extremity... not plastic or muscle...
No.  Nothing felt this good. Gareth had just got done giving you the first  ever oral orgasm and now he was deep inside you. The feeling of his hips  made your whole body shake. The smack of his skin on yours and the  growls mixed with primal groans coming from him only heightened your  pleasure.
His lips  found yours again and you find yourself moaning into his mouth, pulling  gently on a piece of his hair you held captive in your hand.
He  pulled back a bit, as he watched you, kissing you intermittently and as  you both meet each others eyes he starts to move faster, "you have  ...no idea how fucking beautiful you are..."
I  just breathed, "Gareth...." I couldn't really speak, with each thrust I  felt myself get closer and closer. I raised my mouth to his shoulder,  biting down and Gareth groaned. Was sex supposed to always be like this,  was a man ever this wonderful, you found that the years you spent with  your ex were obliterated in just the last hour of time with Gareth.
Your head started to get fuzzy and your eyes stung. Don't cry.
"I lose you sweetheart." Gareth kisses your nose as he thrusts once more making you yelp and him smirk.
"How  are you so....oh.....fucking good at this..." I feel my back arch as he  smiles and starts to pick up his pace, his lips finding yours again...  then again.... the elation and pleasure hitting your already liquored  brain. You feel his hands slide your legs farther up and somehow he's  going deeper, it's like your walls tightened, his fingers rubbing  against your thighs as you finally reach your peak again, "Gareth..."  you whimper and he smirks, "I'm here to sweetheart..cum for me.."
And  like his words have some sort of magical power I do... the intensity of  my climax mixed with the last few thrusts of Gareth's created sparks  and spots in my vision.
I find myself crying out for him and he chuckles, "not quite... a fucking scream... but I'll take it."
As you both finish the room seems to soften he rolls off you on his back, both of your breathing hard, "Holy fuck..."
"I  didn't think sex was supposed to be like that..." I breathed and Gareth  peeled the condom off he walked to the kitchen and tossed in the trash.  You meet his eyes as he fills two mugs with coffee, "milk or sugar?"
You point, "drawer.. I like mine just like that though... no fancy tricks.."
"Oh  sweetheart... I am sure I can show you a few fancy tricks you will  like." He chuckles and mixes his with some milk and sugar, "coffee at  all times of the night?"
"I  don't sleep like normal ... people.." I whisper as he comes back over  blowing on your cup before handing it to you. He looks over your naked  body and smiles, "You are so beautiful.."
"I'm  sure you say that to all the girls you are with, but thank you. I think  you were right." I took a long sip. Letting the caffeine and bitterness  of the roast warm up my stomach. He looked at me and sighed, "don't do  that."
"Do what?" I looked at him.
"Sweetheart..  I'm taking you out tomorrow and then you are going to be mine." Gareth  pressed a kiss to my forehead, "I don't do this. I have had one night  stands and afterwards I feel like crap. I won't be able to survive if  this is one of those. I really like you."
"So  what is this then?" I look at him over my fingers as I take another  sip. He smirks leans in and gives me a kiss. Our lips linger longer and I  smile as we part.
"It's a start." He smiles, "a start to our own love story.." 💕
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[Sacrifice] Simon kalivoda x reader
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A/n: hi!!! This is my first fic in like four months oh my god! I’m a terrible perfectionist when I wrote so I tend to start wips and never finish them! But I just recently watched fear street for Halloween and fell head over heels for Simon so I decided for my first fic in awhile to be of him! My man deserved better 😭🫶🏻 (this is my first lr second time writing angst? I believe! So apologies of it sucks lol!) I also have to update my master list I don’t write for half the people on there anymore! Also bold and small text means it’s a flashback! And italics mean it’s kinda in simons pov! This is my first fic of Simon so he may be a bit ooc! This is also not proofread
Summary: coming along with the group to save Sam, unspoken feelings arise as it becomes apparent it may be your final night alive. Tho you are determined to not let any of your friends die if you have anything to say about it. Y/n a brash girl decides to fight for love, and her friends lives. Even if it kills her.
Warning: angst, major character death, decapitation, brutal bread slicer, murder, bashing in someone’s skull, OD-ing, drowning, (probably more)
Saving Sam had been the right thing to do you knew this, you voted on not leaving her for dead in the hallway but it didn’t stop the fear of knowing you could be going to your death in a fucking grocery store.
You weren’t even sure how you got mixed up in this, oh wait. No you do remember, you were hanging out with Simon and Kate whilst they babysat doing nothing but talking about stupid shit, with Simon and watching jaws, and sitting in between his legs.
Everything had been fine Until deena had called Kate telling her that sams boyfriend had broken into her house for some dumb prank wearing a skull mask.
No one had expected the same dude in a skull mask to be in the house Kate babysat in, Rummaging through laundry? It was safe to say y’all were freaked.
Honestly none of you were prepared to fight century old murderers you all were along for this ride, but there was no way you’d be hopping off this ride. Not when your friends lives had been in the line, Fuck that.
So here you were standing in a grocery store in bad smelling lost and found clothes, watching as Simon told Sam exactly how to od.
Safe to say you didn’t think you’d watch Simon, your simon, your best friend and crush since diapers teach your other friend how to od on a Friday night. But there’s a first time for everything.
The epi-pens had been bunched in your hands as you listened to simon tell the group when each pile was to be taken.
“You need to take these in order. Now pile one takes the edge off. You’re gonna feel kinda like you’re being fucked by a unicorn!” Simon spurs off his hands gesturing wildly as he smiles at Sam and Deena through his eyelashes
“Pile two is gonna bring your core temp way down, you may feel slightly sick?” He shrugs, a deep serious rasp is in his usually carefree voice.
“Now you need to take a five minute interval between pile two. And pile three. That’s really important, okay?” A deathly serious look takes over his eyes as he stares at Deena and Sam
“Pile three brings you down and out, so you gotta take that “take five” or it’s all gonna go to shit!” Simon instructs his hands gesturing towards the pile rings glistening.
“How many of these do we have?”kate questions gesturing towards you carrying the epi-pens
“Y/n darling pass me the pens” Simon speaks softly, turning towards you, with a toothy grin; before taking them from your grasp lightly
And stating, “Tons like a thousand!”
“Wait? Epi-pens?” Deena asks her eyebrows screwn in confusion
“Epinephrine? Also known as adrenaline. This is what brings her back.” You pipe up determined smile on your face, a proud glint glistens in Simons brown eyes.
“This is Jesus!” He adds shaking the pile of epi-pens.
It was only when you were Smearing sams blood on yourself did you truly feel the fear set in; fear, determination, and anger was all that flowed through you. As you all took different corners in the grocery store a feeling of grief overtaking your heart. As you took the front entrance near The fruit and veg aisle.
Even tho no one had died yet, your old selves would surely have to die if you wanted to survive this. It wasn’t fair, why did you have to lose yourselves,
What did you and your friends ever do to be here today, in this grocery store leading killers away from your other close friend who was meant to be fucking murdered. It wasn’t fair, on anyone.
Century old killers had come to strike again and hurt innocent people, like Simon. He was the sole provider for his whole family, sure he’s a bit of a junkie but it doesn’t mean he should die.
It didn’t mean Kate should die, or josh, or deena, or Sam. No one deserved this not the victims who came before you, or the ones that would come after if you failed. You felt filled with determined to end this. Or die trying.
The fluorescent lights seared a deep blue through the deserted store. Your heavy breathing could be heard as ruby lanes singing surrounded your corner of the grocery store your feet planted on the floor in a crouch of the fruit and veg aisle the cool spray of the water that kept the lettuce wet could be felt on your skin it was oddly refreshing, you’d die wet, and with veggies. Tasteful.
Your forehead felt damp with a mixture is sweat and dew, as ruby’s singing growing louder and louder, your hand gripped your mouth with the strength of whitening knuckles to silence your breathing. As ruby crept closer and closer. Until the singing stopped?
Just as you let out a sigh of relief, the brunette girl had pulled you from your crouched position by your hair, springing up she swing her razor towards your face, knicking your cheek as you felt the sticky red substance leak from your newly acquired cut.
“You bitch!” You exclaimed the pads of your fingers stained a bright red, anger blazed in your eyes, as your fingers tangled in her up do.
Pulling her hair back with enough force to rip a chunk out of her head, the pale girl begin to kick and scratch at you, her razor blade discarded with the shock of her hair being pulled.
Her heels stepping on your converse clad feet, before she whirled her fist back, the sound of her fist colliding with your nose and cheek, her punch was enough to stun you as the bright red blood trickled from your nose, towards your lip, you could taste blood. Bringing your toungue up towards the top of your lips you licked the excess blood leaking from your nose. Breathing heavy your hair messy, and matted.
You Spat the excess blood from the punch into the linoleum flooring you begin to back up, slightly stumbling over your shoes.
In that time ruby had grabbed her razor and started singing, walking slowly towards your retreating figure, the cool leg of a ladder had pressed against your back. Not taking your eyes off of the girl you slipped through the middle in attempt to get away from her.
“Cmon ruby Don’t you know it’s bad luck to walk under a ladder!” You nervously chuckled the brunette just smiled at you. As your eyes searched frantically for anything to help you
a tool box had laid discarded by the maintenance ladder. The yellow rubber of the handle of a hammer caught your eye, like a angled beacon of hope.
“Alright bitch, let’s level the playing field.” You whispered your face hardened with anger as you crouched down for it, your hand almost reaching it.
before you felt your leg being pulled out from under you, as your body hit the linoleum floor with a SMACK! Groaning you turned over to face ruby, something unknown glinted in your e/c eyes. Pity? Anger? Or was it Sexual tension?
“Damn ruby” you smiled “take me to dinner first!” You wheezed out your body had hit the ground with enough force to make you see stars.
As the brunette psychopath smiled at you she brought her razor blade down towards you, whisky you wriggled underneath her weight, the sledge hammer sitting so close but yet so far away from you. Your finger tips only just scraped it, whilst Rubys razor cutt deeply at your arm, and then your stomach, a scream had left your throat as the white hot pain of being stabbed seared within your flesh. The girl had turned her razor blade whilst it had still been in your stomach. Tears leaked from your eyes, as you inhaled sharply stretching just fat enough to grip it by your side.
Your vision dotting with black spots as you closed your eyes and focused on what you could control, you tried to suppress the shock your body was going into by remembering Simon. And where you were and the pain you felt.
Feeling the pain meant you were still alive, focusing on what was happening meant you’d be alive to save Simon.
You refused to die here, in the fruit and veg aisle with a psychopath topping you, and stabbing you repeatedly. You knew what you had to do you had to breathe, as a million thoughts pounded through your skull.
Time it just right y/n-the side of her head -I have to save my friends-I have to save Simon-breathe y/n-I think I’m dying-I’m losing too much blood-fuck being stabbed hurts-
Rubys had tilted her head down, savouring this moment. it was the right time. Whirling the hammer as hard as you could into her skull blood spraying when the force of the hammer collided with her skin as it split the first few layers smashing her skull in the process,the deafening crack of rubys skull echoed throughout the store.
You didn’t even remember the war cry that left your lips as you smashed her. her black blood spluttered against your cheek as the pale girl tumbled off of you.
“Good riddance bitch.” You exclaimed, spitting the blood that got in your mouth on her dead corpse.
your hair messy and tangled,and bruises were sure to start forming on your body, as red pools of blood had stained your shirt, your body aching in protest with your movements adrenaline swirling through you. As you wondered your way further down the store.
Your bloody hammer in your hand, you were in desperate need on a fucking Band-Aid.
Kate’s screams weee the next to quieter the atmosphere of the store with fear, but you couldn’t worry about Kate. You needed pain killers.
Simon heard your screams, the blonde haired boy had known it was you immediately, stifling his sobs he held hope that you would survive.
Until he heard the crack! And then deathly silence. His ears rang with anxiety “oh no, no, no! She can’t be dead, she can’t be.” he found himself thinking at the insinuation of your potential death. Tears welled in his blue eyes as thick spit began to moisten his throat with his stifled sobs
He didn’t care about the chaos around him only you. Kate’s screams had been the next to fill the grocery store. The silence after hers had felt less forgiving.
the sticky substance had cling to you seemingly everywhere, your white band shirt had been sliced and covered in bright red pools of blood. Majority yours.
the sight of your disheveled appearance in a reflection of a fridge at the bottom of the aisle had you double checking it was you, blood covered seemingly every inch of you your adrenaline levels high, despite your desheveled appearance and your wounds you didn’t feel it.
You couldn’t you were running on adrenaline, and your only weapon a god damn hammer.
But you didn’t have much choice you decided, taking a shaky breath and moving further into the store, deena and sams discarded pill bowl was the next thing you saw.
Kates screams went quiet, and your shaky breathing filled your ears as your frantically beating heart slammed against your rib cage. As you crept towards where Kate was stationed.
Your hearing seemingly deafened, when you saw Kate’s carnaged head sheathed through in the bread slicer. A shaky “oh…my…god” left your lips as the souring ting of her blood stained your throat.
And you thought being stabbed was bad.
Every inhale stung with the bitter taste of blood that filled the air, it tasted bitter and stale, as the sound of running could be heard behind you. When both josh and Simon had piled out of two aisles not long after you. Them Too witnessing the carnage body of their friend.
The sight of Kate’s mangled body had stifled the boys “I think I’m gonna puke” Simon whispered, “me too.” You chuckled uncomfortably, simon could’ve sworn he had never turned his head so fast he almost had whiplash
When he saw you it was like everything melted away as Simon saw you, alive and breathing. Simon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Oh fuck- y/n!” Simon exclaimed shakily, when he realised it was infact you, Simons heavy breathing filled your ears as he pulled you into a desperate hug, his pale hands clutching your head and lower back, as you wrapped yours around his back and shoulders Holding on for dear life.
Both of you had been shaking. “Oh my god y/n! Are you okay?!? Whose blood is that?” Simon rambled out, when he pulled back from the embrace.
“It’s mostly mine, but don’t worry I got a few good hits on her too.”
“Mostly yours?!?” He exclaimed giving you a once over “oh my god” he was so excited to see you, he didn’t even assume that you could be hurt. His fearful brown eyes turned to look at you it was enough to break your heart.
As you brought him into another embrace, inhaling sharply, when you realised
Your sledgehammer had been discarded next to you during your reunion, and the sight of a rapidly approaching Tommy slater was gonna put a damper on things, it was apparent time was of the essence.
So you did the only thing you could do. You pushed Simon out of the way with all of your might, watching the blonde boy slide away from you, his horrified expression sending a sharp stab to your heart.
Or that might’ve been Tommy’s axe that was planted in your shoulder, yours ears rushed with blood, your heart beating frantically in your chest, your friends had called out your name as your knees hit the linoleum with bruising force.
A delayed scream ripped from you, as Tommy’s axe sucured itself in your shoulder, you called out to your friends, your head staring up at Tommy’s bagged head anger apparent in your eyes as you brought yourself to your feet calling to your friends.
“GO RUN!” Before pain stakenly slowly pulling his axe from you left hand shoulder flipping it over in your right hand you looked Tommy right in his bagged face where his eyes should be and whispered a
“Fuck you.” Before swinging his own axe into his neck successfully decapitating him, his body cluttered to the floor as you stared at his flannel clad headless body before turning towards the way simon went.
Simons choked sobs had been enough to make you start crying more then you already were, as the blonde boy had began muttering to himself “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” as he was sitting with his knees to his chest in an aisle fully believing he had just sealed the death of the girl he had loved.
“Si?” You spoke from the top of the aisle, the fluorescent lights made you look stunning, the blue and pink of the lights framed you as if you were an Angel.
“Y/n?!?” Simon called out his tearful eyes glistened in the lights, Simon was just happy to see you made it out from the clutches of Tommy, he didn’t care you were covered head to toe in blood, h/c knotted, and bleeding profusely. He still thought you looked beautiful leaning your bleeding body on the axe that could’ve killed you.
He pulled himself to his feet, running over to you, and pulling you into his arms, before sliding down to the floor, your bloody body being moved gently sideways in his lap.
“You-you saved me?” And “oh god why would you do that?!?” He whispered softly as he held your cheeks with such gentleness as he rocked you both, it felt safe being in simons grip.
Sitting in his lap had felt like everything would be okay. Like you finally didn’t need to fight anymore. Like he was going to fight for you. Simons other hand had been frantically putting pressure on your shoulder wound.
You were losing too much blood, your head felt woozy, and your eyelids had felt heavier then they ever were, your breathing had begun to shallow. Simon prayed that deena had finally killed Sam and this was all over.
And luckily for him one of those were true, Deena had succeeded in killing Sam, and bringing her back. And an ambulance and police cars had been dispatched.
With every rock of your body simon had held you with increasing tightness it was like he was forcefully holding ro this earth, for just a minute more.
He felt as if his prayers went unanswered when you gripped his pale hand he held to your face and whispered
“simon…si-“
“No! no, don’t speak save your strength” simon whispered gripping your blood covered hand.
“Simon-” Your grip, tightened.
“-im d-dying, I want you to have this.”
Simon had felt like he had just been stabbed you couldn’t be dying! How could you just accept that you were dying?
Wheezing as you gripped the cool silver of your locket, tearing it from your chest, your chest rattling with each breath.
“Si I want you, t-to have it.”
your eyes drooped before lazily staring up at him through your eyelashes.
Letting go of his hand on your cheek you Brough your hand to his cheek before smiling up at him your teeth covered in blood, your body groaning in protest as you begin to move your head forward to place a lazy kiss on his lips.
Slumping back slowly to your previous position in his arms blood began to trickle from your mouth as you choked out a
“Oh si- p-please don’t cry…”
He didn’t even realise he had been crying.
As Your hand shakily held his cheek throughout your love confession placing a bloody hand cheek on his pale skin, you attempted to smile a bloody smile.
“Remember…I’ll always…be… with you-“
“I love you”
Before your grip on his cheek loosened, falling to the floor limply, before…nothing? The grocery store grew silent, It was silence for the last time that night. There was no sound of your breathing, or his friends screams, or the sound of splashing water or the sound of shoes running on linoleum, only his own choked sobs.
“Y/n? Y/n please answer me” He cried wiping his cheeks of his tears your blood staining his hands as you lightly smacks your face.
“Cmon y/n” smack! “wake up!” Smack!
“Please y/n…” simon muttered in defeat, his sobs loud enough to alert his friends what had happened.
“Please don’t leave me” he cried his grip tightly holding your cooling cheeks your head lulling to the side limply with any movement.
You had looked so peaceful in his arms, your eyes closed, a ghost of a smile on your face, it was apparent you had no regrets.
You were prepared to die for your friends, and die you did, you were brave in life, and braver in death.
Though it didn’t stop simons distraught thoughts to cloud his judgement, he was looking for someone to blame, was it Sams fault? She disturbed the witch, was it deenas? For asking you all to save Sam sacrificing yourselves in the process? Was it’s Kate’s? For being so sure that this plan would work? was it Josh’s? For telling us about Sarah fier, or was it his own. For bringing you here and not turning you away? Telling you to run for the hills and never look back? Or was it your fault? For pushing him out of the way. Simon knew it was wrong but be blamed every single person there.
None so much as he blamed himself, clutching the locket he gave you it reminded him of the time you told him that you’d never take it off, you’d rather have died then taken off the locket.
The chilly night air of the park had bitten your skin as you sat on an old park bench, wrapping your arms around your shoulders and attempting to rub out the goose bumps that had begun to form
Checking your watch every two minutes “god I swear! If simons left me out here in the cold I’ll kill him.”
You spoke staring up into the stars angrily, kicking your foot off of the park bench and jumping down you decided to start your walk home, in the cold, dark night.
In shady side, alone. Yep you were definitely gonna kill him. You had made your way half way down the path near the cover of trees before you heard hurried footsteps and heavy breathing.
As they wheezed out an exhausted “y/n!” Before yelling again a little louder, “y/n!” You knew it was Simon but you were still a little mad at him for making you wait thirty minutes in the cold alone at night so you decided to you with him.
“HELP SIMON!” You yelled out mustering hopefully enough faux fear to fool Simon that you were actually in trouble before you let out another blood curdling scream.
“Oh god y/n?!?” Simon called out running in your general direction, stifling a chuckle as you hid yourself behind a tree, laughing at simons scared expressions.
You actually started to feel a bit bad when he called out for the 3rd time in a row voice wavering as he did so, so you knew it was time to throw in the towel and come clean.
Jumping out at simons turned figure shit eating grin on your face at the scream he let out “holy shit! You should’ve seen your face!”
“Oh haha, very funny y/n! I see how it is” Simon sulked sitting down on the dew covered grass breathing heavily, hands on his knees.
“Oh come on! You can’t really be upset?” You asked, planting yourself next to him on the grass, kicking his leg with your leg.
Truth be told he wasn’t upset, he was just relieved that you were okay, and just scared about what he felt when he didn’t see you at the park bench.
“Yes I’m upset! I thought something happened to you!” He exclaimed shaking his head, chuckling at something that popped into his head.
“Whatre you laughing at?”you asked, smiling wildly before placing a hand under your chin and smiling cheekily “My devilish good looks?”
Simon scoffed, “pfft- no! They are no laughing matter!” He said kicking your shoe clad foot lightly “but what I was laughing at was if you ever did get attacked? Can you imagine that? God they’d go crying back to their mamas if they ever faced you!”
“You’re a kicker!” Simon exclaimed toothy grin on his face as you let out a mock gasp “ah! I am not!”
“You so are!”
“Am not!” You pushed
Simon smiled “Are too”
“Am not!” You frowned pulling up some grass and throwing it at him
“Are too!” He replied “but I love ya anyway”
“Oh shut up! You blushed
“what did you want anyway? You called me to the park at the middle of the night and then left me for 30 minutes!”you spoke turning to look at the blonde boy
“Ah! Right, I wanted to give you this.” He replied looking suddenly bashful as he searched his pockets for something.
“I uh…think I lost it when I was looking for you?” Simon spoke scratching the back of his neck as he searched his pant pockets coming up empty handed aside from a button, a stick of gum, and a tissue.
“Simon!” You exclaimed in exasperation“what was it anyway?”
“It was uh, it was a locket!“ a blush littering simons cheeks as he grinned an embarrassed smile his tooth gap on full display.
“Awww Simon, That’s so sweet. thank you! If we ever find it I promise I’ll never take it off!”
Both you and Simon spent three hours in that park in the middle of the night searching for your locket, no flashlights, just the light of the moon.
It didn’t matter if you both caught a cold a couple of days later, both you and Simon had spent hours together searching, you didn’t find it.
If Simon was being honest majority of the time he was just looking at you, in the moonlight, your hair falling in your face, as you chuckled at how dumb this whole thing was.
“Hey y/n why don’t we just call it a night and go back to yours?maybe watch a movie if something?” The blonde boy asked slightly disheartened by your disappointed expression
“Aww okay!” You called back hands on your hips and frown on your face, as both you and Simon walked back to your house, the warmth of the pretty much empty house was already better as you both snuck back into your room turning on a vhs of some random movie you had throwing off your shoes and getting under your covers
Pulling Simon down with you, as you laid your head on his chest, at first the boy didn’t know what to do his hands stayed away from you until you looked up through your droopy eyes
“What…areee you waiting for? Put your arms round me” you slurred sleepily Simon brought his arms to rest around your midriff as he called out your name
“Y/n?”
“Mm”
“I actually didn’t lose the necklace…”
“Hmm then Why did we spend hours looking for it?” You asked your head still planted firmly on his chest, eyes closed on the verge of sleep
“I just didn’t want the night to end…”
“I didn’t want it to end ‘ither, god I love you…” you yawned out giving in to the bliss of sleep
Simon froze at your words his eyes blowing wide, he just pulled you more into him holding you close to his body.
“I love you too.” He smiled placing a kiss on top of your head “I love you too…”
The memory just made him want to cry over and over again.
Until the red and blue lights off the ambulance and cop cars arrived, his tears shone in the reflection of the lights as he stifled his sobs, his hands gripping your body tighter as the paramedics piled in.
he wouldn’t let go of your body, clinging desperately too you. His friends hands on his shoulders were the only thing that got him to let go. Even tho he physically gave you over, your weight felt like it was still there, choking him.
Joshs face has been watching Simon his hand on his shoulder concern clear in his features “simon…”
Simons red and blotchy face wet with tears glanced up at him
“she’s dead, josh.” His voice hardening anger and despair setting into his voice as he continued;
“she’s dead because of me…”
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year
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My Sweetheart 💞 🎸
hi! i was wondering if i could request an eddie mumson x reader where eddies band gains like overnight popularity and it goes to his head because people like him and girls really like him ( no cheating bc Eddie wouldn’t do that) and he starts to ditch the reader and maybe even dustin/robin/steve because of it and its angsty but with a happy ending if possible thanks
Warnings; angst to fluff.
💞
It had happened seemingly overnight but Corroded Coffin had made it big, a music executive was at their gig at The Hideout and saw raw talent in the band and decided to give them a record deal.
Eddie liked the attention Corroded Coffin was getting and all the girls screaming for him were awesome too.
Only one girl held his heart though and that was his princess.
Still, he never thought that he would get this kind of attention ever, he was always the freak, the outcast most of his life and holding so many people's attention, them liking him was insane to him.
So yeah, he was enjoying the fact that the band's star was rising and he could take his beautiful girl yn out for fancier dinners and spoil her.
She was so supportive and she was his rock.
Everything, since Corroded Coffin had gotten big, was happening so fast though and there were dozens of higher profile gigs and more and more fans wanting to know everything about them.
Girls threw themselves at all the boy's feet and it was nice, yeah but at the end of the day he had his dream girl in y/n and he didn't want anyone else.
That reminds him that he really needs to call his girl, it's the third time this week that hes had to cancel dinner with her, and movie night with her, Dustin, Steve, Robin and the gang.
He will make it up to her though. Right after this gig was done.
Then he never managed to as their manager invited them out for drinks, something always managed to crop up and then it had been weeks of broken promises and missed dates...
💞💞
She was fuming, and Dustin was upset because it was the third time Eddie hadn't shown up for movie night.
He had also been missing their dates for weeks now maybe even longer and she was pissed off.
She was so happy that Corroded Coffin was making it big but she hoped that Eddie had remembered he had her, his uncle Wayne and his friends at home, who loved him before he was a star but obviously not.
How long would he want to be with her now anyway? He had girls falling at his feet and he could live a rockstar life.
The thought hits her like a ton of bricks and she feels her heart break, would that happen?
She believed Eddie loved her with his whole heart but the anxiety wouldn't leave her now she had thought about it.
Coupled with the fact that she was still mad and the minute Eddie walked through the door clearly just coming off a gig she was ready to blow.
"Hey, princess" he beams then his smile fades at her glare.
"Suddenly remember that your girl exists do you?". He swallows.
"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry I've been missing dates, things just got so crazy and..." She cuts him off.
"I understand about Corroded Coffin taking off and I'm so proud of you Eddie but it's been weeks of broken promise, missed dates and I'm sick of it. I feel like I don't mean anything to you anymore".
His eyes widen.
"No, no sweetheart, you're everything to me, I love you so much". She feels tears pool in her eyes.
"It's just pretty words, Eddie, that's it. You tell me this all the time and nothing changes, you cancel dates to go to industry parties or some shit! You forgot Dustin's birthday until I reminded you! I'm just tired, Eddie"
His eyes widen with fear.
"I just don't feel important enough to you anymore and I'm sick of it". With that, she walks away from him.
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Eddie feels like shit, hes been doing all the gigs, enjoying the fame and he kept treating his girl like shit, missing dates, cancelling to go to stupid parties, he was an idiot.
He was going to ask her to marry him tonight and thanks to his actions she thinks she isn't important and Eddie is so pissed at himself.
He loves her, she is the only woman for him, the love of his life and he needs to make sure she knows that.
💞💞
To start off he cuts down on the parties he doesn't need to go to, the industry ones are important but the parties just for the sake of parties are cut right out.
He also makes sure to attend every date night and not to forget, he buys a calendar and marks it down In big bold letters so he remembers.
He also includes his friends, uncle Wayne and y/n in more of his gigs, taking them to the industry dinners and parties.
Especially his Uncle Wayne, Dustin and yn, the three people who have loved him through thick and thin.
He knew for a while he had to get his shit together with his girl and he's glad she called him out on his shit because it's the kick up the ass he really needed.
Yes, he loves Corroded Coffin being fully recognised but that shouldn't mean he forgets the people most important to him.
One other thing he does is makes sure that his fans know that he has a beautiful girl by his side, he has y/n and he's off limits. She's the only woman he ever wants.
He dedicates songs to her at their gigs and even wrote one for her, it was called my sweetheart, it was a far cry from everything that the band did but he sang it every night for y/n.
It was his special tribute to her and the first time she heard it she burst into happy tears and peppered little kisses over his face.
The most important thing he does though is apologise.
"I'm so sorry I was a dick to you, to everyone ditching plans, dates. It's all just been so overwhelming all of this princess and I got caught up in everything, I've found a new balance now and it makes everything so much easier, I just hope you're still not mad"
She softens.
"Not anymore, I'm sorry I went off on you like that Eddie I was frustrated and you needed to know how much you were hurting me, everyone else". He strokes her cheek and cuddles her close to him.
"You, uncle Wayne, my friends are so important to me and of course, the band is too, Jesus h Christ I never thought we would take off like this but shit, I never ever want you to feel unimportant to me again. Never".
💞💞
The very next night after he performs My Sweetheart, he jumps off the stage and makes his way through the crowd in the front row and to y/n and dropped down on one knee.
Then he proposed and when she said yes it was the happiest fucking moment of his life. He was never going to mess up and risk losing his girl again.
He would make sure if that.
💞 🎸
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chiyoso · 5 months
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dude.
seeing other writers/mutuals who are so skilled at what they do talk about not getting support in their sfw, fluff and angst fics just piss me the fuck off, i'm genuinely so heated at the amount of old and new writers struggling because of new tumblr users
ik a lot of you readers like to read our smut fics/porn fics, but those writers, also talking abt only getting likes, instead of reblogs n interactions from those types of works as well is just so depressing that im starting to have this growing idea of what some to most readers are in tumblr
ill be the voice that other writers are hesitant and afraid to express:
REBLOGS; ARE SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT TO US THAN A SIMPLE DOUBLE TAP DOES.
LIKES are like a quick glance for us writers.
LIKES are like people who pass by us when we walk anywhere and everywhere.
LIKING is like telling us writers who take our time to write FREE shit for you; “we see it, we like it, but we will not do anything about it”
LIKES will NOT get us writers anywhere in this app.
LIKES is like deafening SILENCE for us writers, crickets, ghosts, an eerie dark night.
LIKES arent similar to instagram, tiktok and other platforms. it is DIFFERENT in this platform. they dont mean jack shit.
LIKES are like a hit and dip shit scenario. one night stand, loveless sex, meaningless encounters.
i've seen so much amazing fics, nsfw or sfw have over almost 9k interactions, then i look to the reblogs count and see only a whopping 500 or so like THE FUCK? SCUSE ME? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT RATIO?
if you're apart of the "ooh! i genuinely like this!" then only press like—thank you, truly. we're glad you like our work, to gain your interest and your silent support, but i want to inform you simply liking doesn't help us in a technical sense, it doesn't help our blog, our reach, it doesn't help our blog grow.
and if you're one of the blogs who only likes, i genuinely don't know what's so trifling and difficult about reblogging and adding the pre-made tags for you to spam and get it over with. i do it and its so, so fucking easy.
i genuinely, genuinely don't understand the analogy as to why you can't just... press that helpful ass button beside the heart. please, someone, enlighten me behind the reasoning.
if you're a bot, fuck you.
now, REBLOGS.
will at least (without tags/comments) be seen by your following and increase our significance only slightly.
REBLOGS with # tags INCREASE our chances of being discovered by a fuck ton.
REBLOGS with tags MIXED with your comments HEAVILY motivate us, your thoughts about our WORK motivates us.
REBLOGS are so, so fucking relieving for us, and that relief has been addictive to those starved from support, especially to writers who are struggling OUTSIDE of their work/hobby/blog.
REBLOGS in a literal sense, mean so much more to us than likes. especially with your damn thoughts. the mere thought of taking your time into writing something FOR US and OUR CREATION is so fucking motivating, every positive input from you will be CHERISHED no matter what.
and the fact we have to beg for it, to speak out about it as of late...
god, i remember in full detail the day where i wrote my first story, it had only 200 interactions max, and most of them were only likes and a few reblogs, but my inbox was full of positivity, mixed in with a few shitty ones, but i pressed on because of SAID INTERACTIONS AND MY LOVE FOR WRITING.
to my mutuals and other writers; i fucking love you and your stories so much, sfw or not, the writing community has done so much for me mentally, and lots of fics have been healing me. god its my first time releasing such emotions into this blog, but yea, ive just had it from the amount of turmoil ppl have been causing into all of you, outside tumblr or not.
hhh fuck im so pissed ill stop it right here, stay safe and may your favorite characters kiss you goodnight
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bunglegaydogs · 8 months
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ch. 109 spoilers!
bro i know okay i KNOW that one order has been released, atsushis about to get apparently fucking feasted upon, aku's possibly helping aya, I KNOW ALL OF THIS.
BUT MY HEART IS HURTING FOR MY FUCKING BOYS IN MEURSAULT
I'm not going to analyse it. But FUCK am I going to analyse it.
I'm literally just going to be chatting pure unadulterated shit through this because my head's still reeling and i was listening to THIS FUCKING PLAYLIST WHILST READING IT https://open.spotify.com/playlist/65Jdag9jXO4aE3HWOLHXTN?si=f53cd9f37f554146 I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING MY SKK ANGST AND REMEMBERED THE CHAPTER WAS OUT, AND THEN I GOT FUCKING SLAPPED ACROSS THE FACE AND SPAT IN THE MOUTH AND I WAS LISTENING TO THIS FUCKING PLAYLIST WHILST READING AND THEN WHILST SCROLLING THROUGH EVERYONES POSTS ITS HELL AND IM STILL FUCKING LISTENING LMAO
Literally, my thoughts throughout the whole chapter were "what the fuck" on different levels/degrees, and by the end of it, I was in shock and then it all hit me about five minutes ago lmao.
SO I'M JUST GOING TO RUN THROUGH THE CHAPTER BC WHY NOT BRO I NEED AN OUTLET I'M WAY TOO FUCKING EMOTIONAL FOR THIS RN
So, first off ofc
FUCKING SIGMA?
Guys dw I don't think he's dead; it's the information overload. Also, I'm not just saying this bc I'm in denial (ahem ahem) but genuinely because I don't think Sigma was shot with a fatal wound; and he touches Dostoevsky and automatically he's not dead. Fyodor's ability is seemingly able to kill people upon immediate contact. (Which is probably why he made Sigma's ability also through touch idk man lmao) And Sigma is not dead !!! (fucking praying) it's genuinely just the sheer amount of information he received from Fyodor; that shit was a LOT. He inquired about EVERY SINGLE SECRET that he had; bro, this is fucking Fyodor that we're talking about; that's a long-ass list. Anyways, so I genuinely just think it's like what happened to Atsushi; Sigma's ability is to take information from people, so he's a lot more used to an influx of info in his mind than Atsushi is; however, this was a shit ton of info for him to take in, it's going to take a while to process all of that. (Also his first thought being to tell the Agency AH I can't- also does this mean that Fyodor's plans maybe involve the Agency even more? Man I don't know lmao)
Next, Aya is so slay I hate her dad fr fr lmao xoxo She's so important to the story and I love it. Also, convenient hole there Akutagawa. Anyways xoxo so, we see a lot of humanity still emanating from Aku, so this is very good.
So, now uhm. We're onto Dazai's arrival! 🤠
WHAT THE FUCK
Even his first line after being gone a couple chapters is literally fucking gay as shit.
"Aah. I've imagined this scene thousands and thousands of times. Although, in my day-dreams... the roles are reversed."
MOTHERFUCKER WHAT
I was so caught off guard when he said this
Asagiri really just outed this mf xoxo
Bro's daydreaming about Chuuya? And just admits it as a passing thought?
Okay bub.
Also, the "...Well? Come at me, Chuuya."
Why's Chuuya hesitating in the first place? Fyodor told him to go and kill Dazai. He's now seen Dazai, and just isn't doing anything, he's just standing there. And Dazai's just taunting that mf.
"Try and amuse me with your lame-ass punches."
Right, now, I don't know about you, but this really doesn't sound very Dazai to me. I don't know, it was my first thought upon reading it. Like yeah of course he'd mock Chuuya; but has he ever called him weak? And like I don't know just the phrasing doesn't sound like him. Also, his shit-eating grin just makes me piss. Also, the fact that this gets a reaction from Chuuya like it would if he were human. Instead of acting on Fyodor's orders, he goes to punch Dazai after being provoked; also, I don't know about you, but a punch from Chuuya, no matter how hard he hits (he can't use gravity also) wouldn't kill Dazai. Chuuya is going to punch Dazai out of anger and infuriation at him mocking him; not because Fyodor has ordered him to.
ALSO, we don't see Dazai's face here, and he's not smiling anymore, but also he isn't moving away from Chuuya? I don't know maybe I'm dumb lol.
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Also, another thing?
"Back up and put him down."
Like, dog connotations between SKK are fucking rampant, Dazai always calling Chuuya his dog, etc. The phrasing here gets me interested lol.
Then the "...Darn." from Dazai. What's with the pause? Idk, maybe I'm just overanalysing lol.
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I'm sorry but Chuuya slays so hard here.
Anyways.
The sigh.
What's with the sigh? Any right-minded person (considering that it's Dazai we're talking about, maybe not the best phrasing) wouldn't just sigh when they have a gun pulled on them? Also, what the fuck is with the gun being so bright or smoky I can't tell?
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BRO HE'S BEEN SHOT AND HE'S STILL ACTING GOOFY AS FUCK WHAT 💀
It doesn't sound like Dazai! It really really doesn't, not to me at least. But I'm probably just mega delusional. Just the, "Where the hell were you aiming, you god damn clutz?!" If you showed me that line and asked me to guess which character said it before I read this I guaran-fucking-tee you I would not have said Dazai. Maybe it's code, I DON'T KNOW BUT I FUCKING WISH I DID. Maybe he's like telling Chuuya where to aim...? I DON'T KNOW I'M SORRY. Also, mans looks absolutely PISSED but it's fine bc he's hot xoxo ALSO SORRY I ONLY JUST REALISED HE SAID SHIT LMAO As long as I've read this manga I have never ever known Dazai to swear, except that one panel that always makes me giggle when they're having their counselling session and he just goes "What the fuck." but idk if that was the real like actual translation lol. Also, after getting shot in the shoulder, nobody fucking shouts "OOOUUUUCH!" Bro's actually so goofy, it's not real. Idc, I'm fucking clutching at straws of course I am, but this is some act. He's literally had his bones broken by Chuuya at fifteen years of age when he stepped on his wrist and snapped it, he's been tossed around like a goddamn ragdoll, he's been shot by Fyodor's sniper, stabbed by Shibusawa and stabbed by Gab; all times he has never had this reaction, and those were near-fatal wounds, two of them actually killing him. Also, nobody says "That hurt!" After getting shot, come on now.
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THE FUCKING IMMEDIATE SWITCH UP.
Going from shouting and screaming in pain and anger to utter silence and a calm look on his face at having a gun pressed to his head by his partner. Also, idk if Chuuya's actually touching his head with the gun; if he is, however, then I'm sure that will nullify the vampirism I THINK. In the fifteen LN, they defeat Randou and the old boss by Chuuya wrapping streamers around himself and hiding it underneath his clothes whilst Dazai held onto it from the other end of the room, and the streamers protected him from Randou's attacks, I THINK. And I THINK that this may mean if the gun touches Dazai's head, then maybe...? I really don't know, I'm clutching at mega straws here but it's just what I thought when I first read it.
Also, what does Fyodor mean by the "With this... there's no need to worry." About what? Dazai, like, having an extra plan? I really don't know.
Then this motherfucker sighing for the SECOND TIME WITH A GUN POINTED AT HIM? Like sorry that this is such an inconvenience??? Maybe you should be a little bit more worried? Also his dead-ass fucking look makes me piss.
Anwyays, my next thought is just why he's commentating the situation; Chuuya is here. He knows. He's the one holding the gun. Dostoevsky is watching on the cameras, he knows. He arranged this shit. Dazai knows. He's got the fucking gun pointed to him. So, why is Dazai just announcing what's happening? Also, of course his shoulder's going to hurt? You've just been shot babes. And once again, the "This is the god damn worst!" He's cussing an awful lot, which is actually shocking for him to be honest. But if we do decide to go down the route of he actually has no plans left and is genuinely just left for dead, then that's lowkey valid. But this is Dazai we're talking about bro. Also, the "And I'm gonna lose to Dostoevsky." Is he trying to get Fyodor to be like "Ah, he knows I've beat him." Hm. It's like pandering lol. "And as if that weren't enough, I'm being killed by Chuuya!" He's very expressive rn lmao. Anyways, who is he voicing all of this to? I don't know. OH WAIT ANGO? FUCK WAIT LMAO OKAY SORRY.
So, I remembered the other day that Dazai, despite Ango not being able to communicate with him, can still communicate with Ango. So, pretty much, has he relayed everything back to Ango? And Ango knows what's happening right now? Hm.
Anyways, if that's just irrelevant, then who is he just chatting to? I don't know man he's wild lmao.
"Looks like you're all out of plans."
He's very smug. Cocky. If you did see my other post about that being his downfall, you know what I think about this lmao. He's so sure that he's won, he knows that he's finally, after all this time, bested Dazai. However I just simply don't think that that is true.
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AH, SEE. THIS IS WHAT I WAS SAYING BEFORE!
He leans into the gun. Also sorry he's just so pretty. Anyways. The thing about Harukawa is that Harukawa enjoys telling emotions, stories and psychological states through the character's eyes. And, said that though he wasn't going to disclose which character, there was one character whose eyes were devoid of highlights when they were showing their true self; whilst Dazai looks mighty determined here, and his words are true, he's got an act going on. But also, his eyes are genuine. They're determined, and they're real. I can't explain lol anyways. Onto the main fucking attraction here.
"Chuuya. Come to your senses. Our fate will not end in a place like this. Because you and I are destined to-"
HM? HM? Genuinely, I was so taken aback at this part, I was in fucking SHOCK. Fellas, is it gay to talk about your fate with your partner who you daydream about, every day and night, for the past seven years, and say that you're destined to do SOMETHING before it gets cut off and said partner shoots you in the head?
"Our fate will not end in a place like this."
He knows how destined they are, the sheer trust they place in each other, all of it. They both fit perfectly together, no matter how many jagged and sharp edges they have. Also, reminds me of when Dazai was messing with Chuuya at the Lovecraft fight and Chuuya says "You're not dying in a place like this!" Anyways. I just... this scene fucking. Aeugh. I'm broken. I feel ill. I'm going to throw up, and bash my head against the walls and start screaming and going absolutely ape-shit and feral and wild bro. I swear to fucking God, just a couple of words and Asagiri has already restored my writer's block. In just a panel or two, my heart's fucking broken and I'm already feeling every emotion under the sun; this is the effect of their relationship together. You don't know how to feel about it, but you know exactly what you feel about it. Anyways, sorry.
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Once again, what the fuck is he shooting him with, a goddamn flare gun? Why's that shit so bright?
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Is that enough blood for a gunshot wound to the head? Is that the appropriate face that someone makes? Too many questions. He just looks mildly surprised.
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Oh to be honest, I only just saw that he shot him in the other fucking shoulder. Also, see how much Dazai moved forward to shuffle closer to Chuuya lmao. That's got to be important, right?
Anyways. Showing just the slight amount of blood and the top of his head, hm. Idk man lmao. Something seems suspicious. Something smells fishy.
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Going back to this scene real quick, Chuuya is looking awfully human when Fyodor says "Stop." don't you think? Anyways.
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Okay, forgive me; he shot him twice after he shot him in the head. He's shot him in his other shoulder and in his side?
Hm.
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Not both Sigma and Dazai's "final sentences" being cut off. Hm. Also, once again, Chuuya looking more human than he did before. When we first saw him with Fyodor, mans was fucking SWEATING and going feral, growling and shit. And, I can't lie. The, "I've been... looking forward to th-" Who's to say that he is actually talking about dying? Bro said the same thing when he got stabbed by Shibusawa and Gab. And he knew he'd be coming back both times.
But, something I will say; I can most definitely agree that Dazai does look very dead in his eyes. That I can most definitely say.
LMAO I just got the most random ass theory in my head; what if Chuuya turned that time-stopping girl into a vampire and she's using her ability for something LMAO THAT'S FOUL my brain is actually so dumb.
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He's smug. He's cocky. He has seen him be shot and thinks that he's won. But again, I just can't believe that Asagiri would do that; I know he has the balls to do it, but is it beneficial to the story for Dazai to die? There are too many unanswered questions, too many routes that this could stray down if he does. What about the Agency? What about Atsushi and Aku? What about Chuuya? The PM? Ango? Not to be all "Dazai cannot die he's too important" but yeah, I am going to be all like that. Anyways lol. My point was that the "goodbye" here, MAYBE this is "Operation Goodbye" coming into play. I WILL STAND BY THIS THEORY UNTIL MY FUCKING GRAVE. Which will be a very early one depending on the outcome of the next fucking chapter. But yeah, maybe this is the reason it's called that, and Chuuya will hear this, or even Dazai, and it's like a signal. Also, fuck off if you think that I'll believe Dazai is dead; he got shot in the head at point blank, and still had the energy to smile and be like "Aw yeah I love this" like bruh. Also, maybe Chuuya shot Dazai in the side and the shoulder before and after he shot him in the head so that Fyodor thinks "Oh, he's definitely dead." And Dazai has made sure that the second round in that gun is a blank or it's fucking paint and he replaced it fucking ages ago, whether with the time-stopping ability or he gave Chuuya the gun before he ever even GOT into Meursault, bro I really don't know. I'm sticking by my paint theory and that the bullet in that specific magazine thing is a little paintball. Dazai can literally canonically send himself into cardiac arrest and come back out of that; he did it to Atsushi in 55 minutes when Atsushi scared him. Anyways.
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Not him being in a different position then he actually "dies" in man. LMAO what if this shit is Poe's novel? Anyways.
He dies with one leg folded and one stretched out, arms at his sides.
In the camera footage looking one, we see him with both his legs folded and like almost cross-legged with his hands clasped together inside his legs, the same when Aya is pushing the table. Me when I move after I die, what? Also, how come the other bullets went through his body, but the bullet shot through his head just didn't? I'm sure we've seen people get shot in the head in this series before and if we haven't, I'll be very fucking shocked. But anyways, either way, I can guarantee you they all would have/will have died instantaneously. This motherfucker is just chilling, laughing and talking about how fucking glad he is as he's dying. Bro. Anyways. Long story short, Dazai is not dead and he's a cunning little shit and I'm telling you now that that fucking magazine, that one bullet round was a paintball bullet thing. Idk man. I'm not having this motherfucker die now after this long and so many almost-confessions to his fucking partner bro.
Also, the black around Chuuya's eyes is easing; it's lesser. And also I said this as soon as I saw him, but he doesn't have the veins under his eyes anymore. He just looks a lot more human than he did before.
Also, yeah uh. One Order is fucking me up bro fr. I hate Fukuchi man, just bc you're bitter, king. Also, I find it very... interesting, that when Aya is going "Fall! Just fall!" It shows us the three generations of Double Black, all in equally precarious situations.
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Dazai, having been almost drowned/set on fire/suffocated/poisoned, ALSO THE LETHAL POISON THAT IS IN HIS AND FYODOR'S BODIES, WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH THAT? LMAO. Anyways, so, Dazai, having been almost drowned/set on fire/suffocated/poisoned, then fell in an elevator and literally almost died as he apparently crawled through the hallway or something, then got shot in the shoulder by Chuuya, only to be apparently shot in the head and killed and shot in the side and the other shoulder. Maybe the bullets are antidotes lmao anyways. So, Dazai, apparently dead. Fukuzawa, having his throat sliced and also apparently, supposedly dead. Atsushi, not supposedly dead, but supposedly about to die, and is certainly in a dangerous situation; someone mentioned on a post I saw before that they feel as if this is building up for the three SKK generations working together, and I agree! Mori hasn't really been seen much; I feel as if he's going to turn up soon. Aku is of course going to either die after Aya rips the sword out or HOPEFULLY just go back to being human; same with Chuuya. I feel as if all of this is somehow planned. I feel like Tanizaki is going to turn up with light snow and the president is actually fine, and the One Order that Fukuchi has isn't real, and Fukuzawa slipped the page from him or something. Because, Tanizaki is literally behind them with Kunikida I think it was? Also, Kenji and Tecchou? Teruko? Where's Jouno? Where's Tachihara? What about the PM members that got turned? What about whatever the fuck Dazai has planned? Bro, I'm so scared but I actually cannot wait.
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LMAO I am going to PISS MYSELF laughing if it just yanks Bram off the building and flings him. LMAO IT JUST FLINGS HIM OVER TO MEURSAULT LMAO.
But yeah no. So. I am insane. I am clinically unwell. That chapter fucked me up; but we've been getting fed GOOD the past two months fr. This has given me so much SKK angst fic ideas holy shit. Asagiri and Harukawa both just cured my fucking writer's block with one chapter.
Also! Something else I saw was somebody saying how similar Fyodor's mental ass fucking scene was with Dazai's and it honestly is! Fyodor getting shot in his left shoulder first, then Dazai in his right, then his left.
Now, just a thing of note; in Christianity and stuff, the left side is usually representative of evil and Satan, whereas the right side is associated with Righteousness and goodwill. Bro, I had this shit drilled into me as a kid, left was bad and right was good. It's just very interesting to me that Fyodor was shot in his left shoulder; representative of evil, and Dazai was shot in the side that it supposed to represent goodness and all things pure, really lmao. Maybe I'm just looking too deep into this, but I found it pretty intriguing.
Anyways, my main point was how similar the scenes are; they're both playing characters that are opposite to their true selves. Though, to be honest, it's a bit of a weird one/situation because we don't actually KNOW their true selves lmao.
Anyways! This is way too long, I'm going to carry on my SKK angst with my newfound absolute shit mood bro this shit fueled me but has actually destroyed me.
Honestly, props and kudos to you if you read this far.
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To Build A Home (Part Eight)
Part eight: Eight and a quarter
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Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox Hybrid! Reader
Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook
Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU
Summary: D-Day finally arrives.
Word count: 10.6k
Tags/ warnings: Angst, minimal fluff, mentions of blood, harassment, hybrid mistreatment, throwing up, surgery (kind of), needles are briefly mentioned, briefly described panic attack/ disassociation, a lot of hurt but this is the last time (I think...), if i've missed anything let me know!
Notes: You're allowed to get mad at me. I think a demon possessed me when writing this because the m/c doesn't deserve any of this...
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D-1
You had 30 minutes until midnight. 30 minutes, two quarters of an hour, three 10-minute intervals, 1800 second until your whole life could turn to shit.
Jungkook seemed just as on edge as you, his leg shaking as he sat back on the couch of his living room, palms a little moist as he gripped onto the flesh of your thigh.
You watched Sora as she plugged a ton of wires into her laptop, comfortably sat at the small coffee table. You met Sora an hour ago when Hyerin had showed up at Jungkook’s apartment ready to transfer all needed files into Yoongi and Namjoon’s adoption folder. She was the friend Hyerin had been raving about for weeks.
You were slightly pissed how carefree the girl was, didn’t she know how important this was for you? Why was she making jokes like your whole life wasn’t being held in her hands? What pissed you off just as much was the clacking of her manicured nails against the keys of her laptop, the neon acrylics hurting your eyes as you tried to decipher what she was typing. You didn’t like to judge people based off looks but you seriously wondered how this girl was going to help you.
She hadn’t exactly given off the best first impression, the moment she had stepped through the door she’d started flirting with Jungkook. And you got it, he was undeniably attractive, but the girl didn’t have to pretend to fall expecting the fox to catch her, making a fool of herself when he didn’t even look her way. (Jungkook was more focused on untangling your knotted hair from the nap the two of you had taken, enamoured at how soft you looked in Jin’s pyjamas) He had been a little grossed out when she had just grabbed his arm, gushing about how big his muscles were and how much bigger he was, and how maybe she should adopt a strong, masculine hybrid to protect her.  
He’d smiled awkwardly, seeking you out seconds after she’d touched him to try and rub off the scent of her expensive perfume that hurt his nose. He always had had a sensitive nose and never liked strong scents. From that moment he decided he would stay on the other side of the room from Sora.
“How long have you been working with Hyerin?” you eventually ask, because you’d rather listen to the grating of her voice than the shrill laugh she had. Because her jokes weren’t that funny, but she apparently found them hilarious. It was also undeniably unattractive how she’d try to giggle like a pre-schooler around their crush, her eyes always seeking Jungkook’s attention after she’d though she’d said something funny.
“A month?” the girl wonders and you try not to bash your head against the wall behind you. The last thing you needed was a concussion right now.
Jungkook turns to you with pursed lips, almost a frown but he was doing a good job of hiding his distaste unlike you who rolled your eyes at her answer. Either Sora saw and decided to ignore you, or she was just a full on ditz.
“How long have you been doing this?” you motion to her set-up.
She shrugs, “A month?”
You blink.
Heart sinking because, well this really could be the end of you.
Jungkook pulls you closer to his side, practically moulding you to himself as he just holds you. You would complain that you could feel your bones snapping but a small part of you hoped that by some magic you would just melt and become a part of Jeon Jungkook. They couldn’t take you away if you became one person. Plus, you’re pretty sure the guy could sucker punch a man and dislocate more than a few bones.
Maybe you should have taken Jungkook up on his boxing course that he had spent a good half an hour trying to convince you to take. You’d declined. Although you loved the man, you wouldn’t let him near you with those chunky gloves on even if he did say he would go easy on you. You think anyone else in their right mind would take him up on his offer, but not you. You’d seen the way he tackled Namjoon, and the producer was maybe just as buff as the fox was. You didn’t feel like ending up in the hospital.
However, the boxing class may have come in handy because you wanted to punch Jin in the face. The rest of the boys, minus Yoongi and Namjoon, stayed home, not wanting to overwhelm Hyerin’s friend who they all assumed, yourself included, was some genius mastermind and would make everything okay again. Jin gave you a kiss on the forehead, scratched your ears then shoved you into Jungkook’s car claiming he would see you later without a proper goodbye.
You’d spent the whole day thinking of a nice goodbye speech you wanted to give him because Jin was your world and you had to tell him how grateful you were that he had stayed by your side for so long. However, he didn’t let you have a proper goodbye.
You knew it was because he wanted to believe you were coming home tomorrow afternoon, maybe the morning after at the latest, a small part of him in denial that not everything will go your way. But he could have at least heard you out. You hadn’t sobbed in the shower that morning for nothing.
Taehyung seemed hesitant with the short goodbye, holding onto your arm a little longer after you’d parted, eyes conveying that he wanted to spill his heart out, because what if he didn’t see you again? He’d spent the last week thinking of a poem, maybe a melody or two to give to you before you left, so that you would always have a piece of him with you for comfort if he were to never see you again.
Jimin hadn’t said anything, giving you a bone crushing hug before he shoved you over to Hoseok who smiled a little sadly before kissing your cheek.  
You hadn’t even gotten to see Namjoon or Yoongi one last time either, you’d sent them both a message but hadn’t checked to see if they had replied. You didn’t feel like crying anymore today.
Once at Jungkook’s apartment, the two of you had laid in his bed for the afternoon, the room silent. What had started off as you both laying, looking up at the ceiling from both individual sides of the bed had turned into you face down into his chest, his steady heartbeat grounding you. Because he was still here, beneath you. And that made everything feel… somewhat okay.
You felt like throwing up as you tapped the screen of your phone, large digital clock telling you, you only had 5 minutes until midnight.
“Hey, Sora?” you call the girl, she looks up at you with wide eyes.
“Transfer the other guys’ files before my own, okay?” you say, cringing inside as you see Jungkook’s eyes widen from your peripherals.
He opens his mouth to object.
“Okay” Sora beams.
“Y/n!” Jungkook exclaims, pushing you a little from his side to look at your face properly.
“Jungkook, they can take you away from me forever if you aren’t under Namjoon’s name” you tell him.
“I don’t care!” he laughs in disbelief, “they’ll take you away if you’re last to be adopted”
“But you can get me back” you tell him, “they’ll blacklist Yoongi and Namjoon from ever adopting the 5 of you and then we’ll never see each other again, do you want that?”
Jungkook looks into your eyes, your firm tone taking him aback a little because you’ve never spoken to him like that before.
He shakes his head.
“No. No I don’t want that” he mutters, curling in on himself a little.
“Then trust me”
“And then what? You’re gone.” He shakes his head, “I can’t work miracles Y/n. What if we can’t get you back? What if I can’t get you back?”
“Then you have a good home and a family Jungkook.”
“But it’s not good if you’re not there, don’t you understand?”
“I do but—”
“Clearly you fucking don’t, otherwise you would prioritise yourself. I really like you, really really like you and the thought of never seeing you again scares me” he admits, pain swirling behind his irises as he looks into your own eyes.
“I like you too Kookie, but you have to trust me”
“How can I, when you never tell me anything? If you liked me then why aren’t you being selfish and trying to stay?” he turns to look at the ceiling.
“Kook?” you say gently, hoping to ease the tension between the two of you.
He hums, avoiding eye contact.
“If anything bad happens I want you to come help me okay. I can’t do it alone” you say, watching him turn to properly look at you.
Although you’d learnt the hard way, falling out with Jin all those months ago you really had learnt that it wasn’t so bad to rely on people you trust. You knew there were boundaries, you wouldn’t let your family do all the work for you, but it was okay for them to give you a helping hand when you needed it.
“I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, you know that right?” he says, searching your face.
You nod, a soft smile gracing your features. And if Jungkook wasn’t so scared he would tell you how pretty you looked, even with prominent dark circles under your eyes and knotted hair.
“I know” you say, turning to Hyerin who looks at you sadly.
“We’ll make sure everything runs smoothly” she assures, and you nod in thanks.
You flinch when Sora’s phone starts ringing, timer telling you that it was finally midnight. You swallow thickly, fingers tapping anxiously against Jungkook’s arm as the girl starts to type away on her laptop.
D- day
“Well shit” the girl says and your eyebrows furrow because that didn’t sound good.
“What happened?” Jungkook asks, eyes firm as he watches Sora think for a moment.
“Because half of the adoptions are under… Jin’s name it might take me a little longer to figure this out” she says, and you’re seconds away from launching yourself at the girl and smashing her veneers in.
Hyerin winces, coming to take a seat beside you on the couch. She touches your arm lightly, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get someone more… knowledgeable about this. Sora is the only other person in that hellhole that believes hybrids deserve equal rights”
You look at her, hesitantly smiling at her in understanding, “It’s okay, I mean, I’ve been preparing for the worst anyways” you wave her off.
Jungkook bunches your tails into one hand and tugs on them, beckoning you closer. You oblige, giggling as he maneuvers your legs over his lap, his head resting comfortably atop of your own. You close your eyes, indulging yourself in what may be the last moments you have in a pair of familiar arms.
You’d have preferred silence, or even the deep hum of Jungkook’s voice over the clacking of Sora’s nails but beggars can’t be choosers you suppose.
You’re brought out of your daze when your phone starts to ring, confused as to why Yoongi would be calling.
“Hello?” his voice reverberates through the line, goosebumps raising on the skin on your arms.
“Yoongi? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, two men just left Namjoon and I’s place, Jin and the others are driving over just in case they stop by yours”
“I see” you hum, poking Jungkook’s forehead as he tries to listen to what Yoongi was saying.
“You doing okay?” the producer asks, and you hum as a reply, “I’m glad. I’ll speak to you soon, okay? Namjoon’s trying to say something, I gotta go”
“Okay”
And with that he hung up. You drop your phone into your lap, taking a moment to look at yours and Jungkook’s warped figures from the screen of the Tv.
“What’s happening?” he asks, tilting your head so he can see if he can gauge what you were thinking.
“Dae-Hyun and Seung were just at Yoongi’s place, Jin and the others are heading their way. I assume those assholes’ next stop is our place”
Although practically impossible Jungkook attempts to pull you closer into his side. Because suddenly your home was now his. ‘Our place’, his new home. Not the small apartment the two of you were hiding in, your pretty home, with his family.
He closes his eyes, praying that everything would go okay as he lays his head gently on top of yours. By no means was he a religious man, but he was beyond desperate; angry that the best he could do was put the trust in the young woman he had let into his apartment, your fate left in the hands of destiny. Destiny that he had no control over.
It mustn’t have been more than 5 minutes after your call with Namjoon that someone bangs at Jungkook’s apartment door.
You both sit up; you make eye contact with Hyerin who just shrugs. Equally as confused as you. She just waves you off, telling you both she will get the door so you two can stay put.
Your hybrid ears twitch as the door clicks open, head tilting when silence stretches into the living room, expecting to hear Hyerin speak to whoever had shown up.
You push yourself off the couch (Read: Jungkook), and as you turn the corner into the small hallway you freeze.
Dae-Hyun looks smug as he stands in the doorway, Hyerin looking shocked as she looks between the two of them. And you laugh. A hearty laugh because you shouldn’t have ever doubted those two men.
It was impossible for them to have made it over to Jungkook’s apartment from Namjoon and Yoongi’s place in under five minutes, even if they had speeded. You realise that Yoongi had never seen the faces of the two men stood at Jungkook’s front door.
So, they were never actually at Yoongi’s place.
The last time they had visited, Namjoon had opened the door. You’d given a rough description to Yoongi just in case they ever did show up at his place, but even then, you knew that what your mind pictured could be way different than what Yoongi had imagined them to look like. And when he said two men your mind automatically assumed it was them.
You spot maybe 3-4 other men wearing black stood straight behind Dae-hyun and Seung.
One of them pushing their way through the entrance of Jungkook’s apartment to stand in-front of Hyerin, making sure she wouldn’t try and pull anything funny.
Hyerin turns to look at you with a fearful expression, unsure what to do. Not only was she going to lose her job, but you were also going to be taken away. As she tries to slip out from behind the man, he grabs her arms, forcefully holding her against the front door. You just watch, eventually turning to make eye contact with Seung, who looks too smug for your liking.
You don’t flinch when Jungkook’s hand lays heavy on your shoulder, his own squaring up and challenging the small group of men stood at his front door.
You swallow before taking a deep breath. “Well, good morning” you smile at them, feeling Jungkook’s hand squeeze your shoulder, “We should get going, shouldn’t we?”
As you say that Jungkook open his mouth in protest, Hyerin’s eyes widening comically.
Dae-Hyun turns to Hyerin, yellowing teeth on full display as he looks at her with mock pity. “We’ll deal with you later, for now,” he turns your way, “my prize”
You stop Jungkook from speaking with a hand on his shoulder when he leans forward to bark something at the slimy man. You lean up on your tippy toes, still having to beckon him lower so you could whisper something to him. He obliges, bending his knees slightly, eyes still trained on the men that were slowly making their way down the hallway of his home, ready to snatch you out of his grasp. They didn’t seem to be in a hurry, aware you had nowhere to run.
Jungkook lived on the top floor of his building, and there were enough people standing in the doorway it would be impossible for you to escape even if you did try.
As two men stand in-front of you, you ask, “may I have a few final words?” you say sweetly. Smiling when they nod, beckoning you to hurry up because their patience was slowly dwindling.
“Make it quick” Dae-Hyun waves you off, carefully watching your every move.
You turn back to Jungkook, “Call Hoseok right now and tell him Plan B is underway”
You speak quiet enough that only you and Jungkook could hear, knowing his hybrid ears would be able to pick up the soft sound of your voice, too quiet for the human ear to pick up.
You don’t give Jungkook anytime to reply as you outstretch your hands, metal handcuffs clicking over your wrists by one of Dae-Hyun’s subordinates. The other shoving Jungkook away from your side.
You motion you head, an indication that Jungkook should hurry up and tell Hoseok. Jungkook swallows, fighting himself, did he listen to you, or did he go ham on the group of men?
He waits too long, Hyerin clicking the door shut before he can throw the first punch. She didn’t want any more men pushing her up against the wall.
“What did she say to you?” Hyerin asks, hands a little shaky as she turns to the fox.
Jungkook just looks at her and blinks. His mind racing a mile a minute, if he went now, he could definitely catch up to you and fight a few guys off. He hesitates though, because he saw 5 too many weapons that he would have zero chance with if he tried to throw a punch or two.
“Jungkook?” Hyerin waves her hand in front of his face.
He looks down, hand running over his face as he wracks his brain for what you had said, “She said to call Hoseok hyung and tell him Plan B is underway”
Hyerin’s eyes widen as if remembering something, “Hurry up then, before they make it to your human’s house” She pushes him into the living room, scrambling around to grab his phone from the small table beside the couch.
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“Who’s that?” Jimin asks as Hoseok’s phone starts to ring.
The wolf pulls his phone from the netting behind the driver’s seat, frowning when Jungkook’s name pops up.
“Jungkook?” Hoseok questions as soon as he answers the call.
It’s silent for a moment, Hoseok’s eyebrows jumping when he hears a choked sob from the other line. He can hear some rustling in the background, heart rate picking up at the lack of response he was getting.
“Hey Jungkook? What’s going on?” he presses, frowning when Jimin pulls the phone out of his hand, putting the call on speaker.
“Hyung, Y/n she—they took her hyung” the younger chokes on a sob, apologising as he takes a deep breath, “She said to tell you, that uhh, that plan b is happening”
“Oh” Hoseok breaths, looking over at Jimin whose tail had stopped swaying, “Hey Jin hyung, you gotta turn the car around”
Jin doesn’t say anything, jaw clenching as he stops the car on the side of the road.
“Jungkook it’s going to be okay, meet us at the restaurant as soon as you can. Don’t hang around your apartment for too long, okay?” Hoseok waves Taehyung off who tries to grab the phone.
“Okay”
“See you soon”
Jin switches off the engine, unbuckling his seatbelt to turn back and look at Hoseok.
“Okay what’s happening?” he asks, eyebrows set in a firm frown.
Jimin shrinks in on himself, because he knew this was only stage one of Jin’s anger. Taehyung looks at Hoseok expectantly from the passenger side beside Jin, eyes wandering over his face curiously.
“What’s plan b?” Taehyung dares to ask, Jin waving at the youngest fox to shut up.
“Right before Y/n left she told me she had a back up plan. Just in case everything went wrong”
Jin, Taehyung and Jimin had wandered back inside, not wanting to stretch the goodbye too long. Taehyung and Jimin knew that if they watched Jungkook’s car pull out of the driveway they might regret not giving you a proper farewell. And Jin was in denial that this was going to be more than just a few days excursion that would be solved easily.
Hoseok however decided he would wait. Just to make sure you left the house safely.   
Just as Jungkook had started the engine to his car you had turned to him, saying something Hoseok couldn’t make out. He was confused when you had opened the car door, footsteps light as you stood and looked up at him from where he stood on the highest step.
“Hobi?” you’d said, tone a little heavy. He could see the hesitation in the way you stood, fidgeting with the bottom of Jimin’s sweater.
He’d nodded.
“Just in case everything goes wrong, I’ll get either Hyerin or Jungkook to call you. If they say Plan B then make sure you all go the restaurant you work at and hide there for a few days okay?”
“Why?” he asks, confused as to why the dingy restaurant would be of any help.
“Don’t sweat the details, I just have a suspicion that Namjoon and Yoongi’s place won’t be the safest for a while. I’ve already spoken to the owner of the restaurant, he said he didn’t mind housing you guys for a day or two until everything is in the clear. Please remember no matter where you are, if Jungkook or Hyerin call, go straight to the restaurant”
Hoseok had nodded, eyes not leaving your figure as you slipped back into Jungkook’s car, saying something to make the other fox smile.
Jin’ starts the engine, “Text Yoongi about what’s going on, but tell them to stay home”
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You wonder how long you’ve been sat in the back of a van. It wasn’t the luxurious transit you were hoping for, the seatbelts were too small, knotted in places so they could only be pulled out so far. You’d have opted out of wearing one if the driver of the van wasn’t a total maniac who clearly didn’t know how to stop a car properly. So now you were left with stiff fabric digging into your stomach, pain searing over your abdomen when they would make an abrupt stop in the middle of the road.
You think that maybe they were doing it on purpose, the snickers of the three men guarding you enough of an indication they got some sick enjoyment out of watching you suffer in silence.
You’d remember their faces and pray for their downfall for the rest of your days.
It smelt gross, like sweaty men and testosterone. You could faintly smell another hybrid, so you wondered if these two men made a hobby of taking hybrids from their homes and transporting them to places further outside the city. You wouldn’t be surprised if they did. And you’d say that their lives were a little bit sad if they spent literal years trying to collect rare hybrids like people did Pokémon cards like they had with you.
Odd bits of rubbish were thrown on the ground, and discarded pieces of uniform flung across the seats. Seats was an overstatement, the back of the van had two small benches facing each other with metal bars welded into the floor and ceiling to section off the driving area to the back of the van.
You’d think they were transporting a criminal.
Your butt had started to cramp up from where they’d sat you on a part of the bench that hadn’t been cushioned, locking your arms above your head from the thin chain of the handcuffs. Your arms were slowly starting to lose feeling from the blood rushing to other parts of your body.
You look at your socks, dirty from being dragged through the small gardens of Jungkook’s apartment building because apparently government officials don’t have time to wait for hybrids to put some shoes on. And you really liked these socks as well, Namjoon had bought them for you, saying they reminded him of you. Small flowers with bright smiles.
They reminded him of you and reminded you of Hobi.
Even as you thought of the fond memories you felt oddly empty. You didn’t know if it was because after years, and months of waiting you technically didn’t have an owner anymore. Sure, he was dead, and had been for a while but still legally being under his name still connected you to him in some way. But now all of that was gone. You had the house, but you didn’t know if you were going back there anytime soon either so maybe this really was the end.
You think that any other hybrid would be glad a contract with a human is done, because now you were supposed to be free, but you didn’t feel good. Maybe it was just your body trying to process that not everything was going your way.
This wasn’t a drama, a book, or a movie where in the next few moments the hero would pop out of nowhere and save you from the evil clutches of two stinky government men. Then you could live happily ever after where trauma didn’t exist, and you could live your life and laugh that you were almost enslaved once again. Jin wouldn’t show up in a funny suit that was three sizes too small and save the day like he always had.
None of your family had secret superpowers, they didn’t know how to get you back and you knew that. You didn’t expect them to know that, but you felt shit knowing that you had no control over what is about to happen to you. Not only that but now Hyerin was in some sort of danger too for trying to help you out. She had been that small spark of hope in your life, she cared about you enough to risk her job, maybe even her life because who knows what Dae-Hyun and Seung are capable of? She’d gone against the government, and you weren’t well versed in the law, but you assumed those two bastards would turn the tables and somehow land the poor woman in prison for the rest of her life.
You feel anxiety fizzle throughout your body as the van stops. The silence doing nothing to soothe you as you wait. You weren’t sure what you were waiting for, maybe for them to stop sitting so still and open the door, or someone from the outside to fling the door open.
Although a selfish thought, maybe you were waiting for these men to start panicking because Jeon buff Jungkook had decided to grace you all with his presence and come take you home.
You’re thoroughly disappointed then the back door to the van swings open and its Dae-Hyun stood there.
You felt like throwing up.
You felt like crawling out of your own skin as three pairs of hands grab you, either holding you down, unlocking your handcuffs or unplugging your seatbelt. Eventually they haul you out of the van, not caring as you trip over your own feet a couple of time as they drag you up to a large building.
All you can do is watch Dae-Hyun’s back as you’re pulled through a set of automatic doors, goosebumps spreading across the expanse of your body from the air-conditioning blasting through the vents.
An older woman sat behind the front desk turns her nose up at you, muttering something about the smell of wet dog tainting her workplace. You choose to ignore her comment, unsure of the consequences that would follow if you decided to snap back at her.
You could feel the bile start to surface up your throat, arms twitching in anxiety as the reality of the situation sets in.
Seung raises a key card with his face on it to a small metal pad, the lightly blinking red before lighting up green. You’re brought further into the building, eyes screwing shut when you hear the thick metal door clank shut behind you. A reminder that you can’t escape, and that leaving this place would be near impossible.
+++
Jin pulls Jungkook into a tight hug, his hands firmly rubbing over the other fox’s back. Jungkook continues to cry, holding onto Jin like a lifeline, worried that if he let go of the elder, he would disappear before his eyes like you had.
Taehyung looks at Hyerin, who gives a forced smile to the fox.
Hoseok watches everyone sat around a few of the tables of the restaurant.
“You all better get upstairs, it’s not safe down here” the owner of the restaurant calls out to the everyone.
“Thanks, Hyung” Hoseok pats the shoulder of the older man, helping Jimin stand who had his head held in his hands.
Everyone treks upstairs, Sora still babbling on about something that none of them were paying attention to.
Hoseok leads them to one of the empty rooms, smiling a little at the pile of blankets.
“We didn’t have any spare mattresses” the restaurant owner explains.
“You’ve already done enough, thank you”
Hyerin ushers Sora to sit down, yanking the girl’s laptop open.
“You work as fast as you can, okay? I don’t care about your last hair appointment; I don’t care if you don’t want to lose your job you shut up and fix all this, okay?” Hyerin seethes, watching Sora’s eyes widen in alarm.
She nods, typing away at her laptop.
Taehyung smiles over at Hyerin, although she can see the anguish behind his calm façade.
“We’ll get her back, don’t worry”
Jin nods at her, a small appreciative smile on his face as he lays Jungkook down. Jimin slips back into the room, no one noticing he had left.
The cat brings a bottle of water over to Jungkook, “Kook, you’ll get a bad headache, drink some of this”
Jungkook snivels, frowning up at Jimin, who brushes the younger boy’s hair from his forehead.
“We’re all worried, but I doubt Y/n wants us to mope around. Once things are in the clear for us, we’ll help as much as we can”
Jungkook nods, pushing himself up and taking the water from Jimin.
“Thanks, Hyung” he whispers, and Jimin smiles albeit a little sadly at the younger.
Jin pushes himself from the floor, “I’m going to get some air from the window down at hall” he announces, waving Taehyung off when he offers to go with the fox.
Hoseok just holds onto Taehyung’s shoulder, shaking his head as Jin slips out of the room.
He stands by the window at the end of the long hallway, the air was anything but fresh. The outside world opposite the restaurant another building, alleyway between them covered in warm, damp rubbish.
The sound of the other hybrids that resided here not helping him clear his mind at all. He can’t hear any noise from the room his own family is staying in, all of them either silent or speaking quiet enough they wouldn’t be heard over the laughing of the other residents.
Jin closes his eyes, head falling back to rest on the walls.
He wonders if you’re okay, if they’re at least treating you somewhat humane.
He wonders if you’re still travelling to wherever they may take you, he didn’t know if you were leaving the city or if they were keeping you close to home.
He’d image you were scared, never being so far away from home on your own before. And then he worries you’ ll have a panic attack and he wouldn’t be there to help you through it.
He knew they didn’t know that you didn’t like the room too cold, or that loud noises are often irritating to your hybrid ears. They probably didn’t care.
What if you got hurt and they did nothing about it?
He wondered if they’d let you call him, or if he could call you. Maybe then he could tell you that everything will be okay. Even if he himself didn’t believe it would be.
What if, what if, what if.
What if he never saw you again?
He was selfish enough to believe that nothing bad could actually happen to you and didn’t even give you a proper goodbye.
Did he say ‘I love you’ that morning? He did every morning, but he can’t seem to remember saying it to you that day.
He could have called you that afternoon and asked if you were okay.
He could have done so many things better.
He should have insisted he stay with you. Why would he let you go like that?
He should have been in Jungkook’s place. He would have made sure that no one laid a finger on you.
Jin blinks, looking down at his hands. Small pearl like tears shining in the orange light of the streetlamps.
He was tired.
It had been such a long day. He hadn’t slept last night, and it was well beyond midnight, nearing sunrise. He must have been awake for 24 hours straight at this point. The coffee he had chugged the moment Yoongi had called him that two men had left his house now slowly wearing off.
Jin slides down the wall, pulling his knees up towards his chest as he rests his head on them. And he cries. He cries quiet enough that no one would be able to hear it over the laughter of the other hybrids that worked at the restaurant.
His chest tightens as he thinks about how scared you must be. How alone you must feel. He isn’t sure if he’s shaking because of the cold night air that howls through the window that is cracked open, or if he’s shaking because he’s scared.
He’d promised you; he’d promised all those years ago when you had first stepped into his home, such a small child, that he would take care of you. That you didn’t have to worry about how scary the world is because he would keep you safe.
He wonders if you have the same look on your face as you did the first day he’d met you; a look of pure fear, so much distrust from such a small human. An emotion that a child your age shouldn’t have felt. It had taken time, but you’d opened up to him and he’d never felt the way he had back then when you first smiled at him.
He still feels that way when you smile his way, a warmth blooming throughout his body, what can only be described as love, coursing through his whole being.
Jin fears that his love for you is useless when you are so far away, a place where he can’t reach. Where he can’t come to your rescue like he had when you were younger. He can’t come and patch you up when you fall, and he can’t mend the emotional hurt you were surely going to get. He’d seen you break down and fixed you up time and time again, but he fears that you were too far gone for him to come and fix you again.
+++
You stare at a small, rounded pebble, trying to figure out exactly how you felt.
Angry was definitely one of them.
You wondered how people got away with treating other living beings so poorly.
Initially you’d assumed they’d at least give you a room to sleep in, but apparently ‘animals stay in cages.’
You’d been confused by Dae-Hyun’s statement, almost laughing because surely you were stupid to assume this man was going to treat you like a feral animal. He’d sat down and had at least one civilised conversation with you. He knew you weren’t feral. Sure you’d snapped at him a few times but that was completely justifies because he was an asshole.
And then he’d opened a door.
It looked like a medieval prison; cells sectioned off by metal bars.
None of the other hybrids made eye contact with you, all of their head hanging low. A few facing the wall, ignoring that a new member of their little club was being forced into a cage. You’d considered trying to kick one of the men holding you in the balls and soon decided against it when you saw guns strapped to their waists.
Once the door to the cage had been locked, Seung had looked down on you, throwing a piece of fabric through the bars. ‘Change into these before we get back’
And so, you changed. The closest thing you could describe the attire as is a hospital gown, after looking around a little you’d figured out everyone else was wearing one as well. At first you were a little worried changing in such an open space, you felt too exposed, squirming for a good 5 minutes before you realised that everyone was trying to sleep and the last thing they cared about was your half naked body.
It wasn’t the most comfortable accommodation either, the thin mattress in the corner of the cell had springs poking through the top and the floor was grossly damp. But it was okay as long as you were left alone. You’d probably be able to stay somewhat sane if you never had to see those two assholes again or forced into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.
You don’t know how long you’d been sat there. It had felt like hours but that might have just been because you were extremely bored. Too on edge to sleep, hyperaware that anyone could barge through the door at the end of the hallway and do anything they wanted to you.
You wondered if Jungkook had ever called Hobi, wondered if they were all huddled up in the restaurant. It was probably a lot warmer than it was in the basement of the hybrid sector.
You wondered if any of them were thinking about you, or if Sora had finally figured out how to transfer adoption files. You’d be able to rest easy if you knew that your family would be okay. But you assume you’ll never really know.
You hadn’t asked if you were allowed to call anyone but looking at your current circumstances you doubted they’d let you pour your heart over the phone.
“Young miss?” a rough voice caught your attention.
Turning your head, you made eye contact with an older man. He looked frail, skin pruning and pale, like he hadn’t been in the sun for years, nor had he eaten a proper meal in months.
You noticed the third dog ear, flopped over his forehead, your nine tails slowly swaying behind you in anxiety.
“Yes?” you whispered back, and he smiled warmly at you.
“I have some bread left over from supper if you’re hungry” he pushed himself up off his mattress, wobbling slightly as he hobbled over towards your cell with a plate.
“It’s okay Mister, you should keep it” you wave him off, “You might need it tomorrow”
He holds onto the bars that separate your cells. “My stomach can’t ingest bread anymore, you can have it” he urges, skeleton like fingers slipping through the bars to place the bread onto the ground of your cell.
You look up at him, wobbly smile on your face as your eyes well up with tears.
You push yourself to stand, taking long strides to stand before the man. You take his hands into your own, closing your eyes.
“Thank you, Mister”
When you open your eyes, he’s smiling down at you.
“I wish you luck in here, young miss. Life doesn’t always treat people like us the fairest” he pats your shoulder, “I suggest you get some sleep; they’ll probably start examining your body tomorrow”
You look at the old man for a moment, letting go of his hands and nodding.
You wet your lips as you plop down on the mattress, cringing as a spring pokes your behind.
By the time morning came you’re not sure if you’d slept at all, it hadn’t felt like you’d slept much when the door to the basement bangs open. You jolt up, eyes squinting at the fluorescent lights that flick on as footsteps echo throughout the room.
The old man smiles at you reassuringly, a shaky thumbs up, but you guess it’s from old age and not nerves.
You watch as a slice of bread is haphazardly thrown through the bars of each cell, each of the hybrids scrambling to eat their food.
Once the guards get to your cell, you look at them expectantly. One of them unlocks the door, both of them easily slipping inside. They both grab an arm, and you grit your teeth at how tightly they held you.
The old man gives you a sympathetic smile as they drag you past his cell, a few of the other hybrids watching with pitiful eyes as they chew on the stale bread they were given.
Your stomach churns in a mixture of anxiety and hunger.
You supposed you should get used to the feeling; they clearly weren’t generous with meals, nor did they seem to give you a warning when they would be taking you out of the cell. You wondered how long you’d last before you’d want to chew your own arm off.
+++
The general check-up was nothing too crazy. A young lady weighed you, measured your height, asked questions about your diet, if you knew the name of the facility you had been sent to after being born. If you’d had any children yourself, personal questions like how many people you’d slept with, when the last time was, if you were to have any children how many do you think your body would be able to handle.
You’d been thrown back into your cell after that. The same woman coming in after a while and asking you to drink the gross smelling pink liquid from the cup she had handed you from the other side of the bars.
Your nose had scrunched up in distaste, the liquid tasting metallic. It was a little sticky, so the taste stuck to the roof of your mouth and was somehow amplified when you tried to get rid of it with the stale piece of bread the old man had given you last night.
You fall back on the mattress, counting the cracks on the stone ceiling. When you close your eyes, you can see the faint outline of Jin smiling down at you, his fingers gently brushing over your cheeks.
The hissing of the wind from under the door at the end of the hallway suddenly sounded like Jimin whistling as he skipped around the kitchen, his pretty eyes turning into little moons as he asks you to try some of the pudding he had made, knowing you always had a sweet tooth.
Maybe if you thought hard enough, you’d be able to replace the awful tasting liquid with the gooey cake Jimin had made for you last week. You remember Yoongi smiling a lot that day. You wonder if he’s smiling that wide now that he had one less hybrid to deal with.
+++
“I don’t think we can leave anytime soon” Jin tells Yoongi, said producers head held in his hands, “The girl trying to transfer our files is having a hard time because half of the guys’ names are under my fake ID”
Yoongi hears Namjoon sigh from the other side of the room.
“We’re not having much luck either, those cars have been parked out front since last night” Namjoon explains, running his hands over his face in exasperation.
“A few more had arrived this morning as well” Yoongi adds, glancing at the window that showed the front of their home.
“I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything from Y/n?” Jin asks, hopeful.
Namjoon and Yoongi look at each other. Namjoon opens his phone, shaking his head as he stares at the last message, he’d sent you yesterday afternoon.
“No, sorry. We both last heard from her after she’d messaged yesterday afternoon but hasn’t checked your messages back. No calls either”
“Hyung, does Hyerin know where they could have taken her?” Namjoon raises his voice, hoping the fox would be able to hear him from where he was stood.
“She has an idea, but she can’t go into work. Things got complicated once those two bastards had seen her helping Y/n over at Kook’s place.”
“Shit” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, “If these guys out front let up, we can try and help”
“How are you guys doing?” Namjoon asks, mildly concerned at how quiet it was.
Usually when he called you it was loud, Hoseok having no control over the volume of his voice of Taehyung’s laugh reverberating down the line. But it was oddly… silent.
“Jungkook is beating himself up over not doing anything, even though nothing could have been done. Apparently, a group of guys with weapons came to collect her, none of them saw Hyerin’s friend so we’re still in the clear. Everyone else is just… trying their best to keep their chins up. There isn’t much we can do when cramped up in a small room. I think everyone is worried because we don’t know what is going on” Jin explains, and Yoongi can hear the clear exhaustion in his voice.
“Hyung, remember to rest as well” Yoongi reminds Jin, frowning when he gets a low hum in reply.
“I’ll keep you updated, text me if anything happens”
Yoongi looks up at Namjoon once the call disconnects.
The younger of the two producers giving his Hyung a woeful smile.
“I really want to do something to help” he says and Yoongi nods in understanding.
He worries about you. A lot.
A small piece of his restraint is slowly carved out of himself as each minute passes with no news about your whereabouts.
“Just wait a little longer” Yoongi reassures, ready to just power through the group of men sat outside his home.
He wonders how you knew this would happen. That a group of Dae-Hyun and Seung’s subordinates would camp outside of his home, ready to take away the unregistered hybrids. Not only would they be sent to hybrid facilities, himself and Namjoon would probably have been arrested for illegal possession.
He guesses the media had already started speculating what could be happening, the plethora of blacked out cars in front of his and Namjoon’s home enough to raise suspicion in his neighbourhood alone. He hadn’t looked online, not wanting to know what was being said about himself, the articles didn’t exist if he didn’t look at them.
Personally, he believed that his level of fame shouldn’t warrant this much public coverage. He could easily walk out in public without anyone recognising who he was, but he supposes the small group of people that didn’t like him needed to tarnish his reputation somehow. And what better way than speculating rumours.
Namjoon hadn’t bothered to check his phone other than to check if you had texted him back or called him at all, not ready for the possible hateful comments they were sure to get.
+++
You think you must have dozed off at some point, the exhaustion of the night finally catching up to you.
The old man had told you that you must have been asleep for a good portion of the day after you’d been thrown back into your cell after the overall check-up.
It was hard to tell how long you’d been in the hybrid sector, with no windows in the basement it was hard to gauge what time of day it was. You had to rely on your body clock, assuming it must be either lunch or supper time because your stomach had started to grumble, not used to being empty for so long. Especially now, where Jimin seemed to produce a dish every couple of hours for you and Taehyung to try while the rest of your family was working.
You missed the snacks he would make as well, giggling as he’d place the apple slices on the table, carved to look like small bunnies. Taehyung had joked once that Jungkook looked and acted more like a bunny than he did a fox. Jungkook had huffed, complaining that he could be a sly fox if he really needed to be, and that Taehyung acted more like an overgrown puppy than a wolf.
Maybe the lack of sleep and stress was slowly making you delirious, it had become easy to imagine the thin slice of dry, stale bread was actually the fluffy bread Jin had learnt how to cook last year, perfect for the vegetable stew he would cook with your homegrown vegetables.
Stew sounded good.
Actually, anything sounded better than dry bread.
Your hybrid ears twitch when the door at the end of the hall clicks open, tails stopping their movements as footsteps draw closer to the end of the hallway where you resided.
You don’t bother to look up when two men stop and stand outside your cage. You hear the keys jingle before the lock clicks open.
“Get up”
You do as told, pushing yourself up off the mattress. Briefly you make eye contact with the old man, a weird sense of dread running through your body as he mouths a quick ‘good luck’.
Your head turns to look at the two men dressed in uniform, pulling your arm away, towards your body when they try to grab you.
You look between the two of them, “Where are you taking me?” you ask, voice a little shaky as you back up into the wall.
One of them rolls their eyes, lunging to grab you but you slide down the wall, curling into a ball.
“Stupid mutt” one of them tuts as they yank you off the floor.
You yelp, head spinning for a moment at the sudden movement.
You could feel the anxiety crawling throughout your body, the low hum from the vents the only distraction from your mind completely breaking down. You’d count the second between each small sound, holding your breath before relaxing because it wasn’t the door to the room opening.
When it did eventually open, you didn’t look up. You couldn’t. But you felt your whole body shiver at the onslaught of new smells wafting into the room.
You’d been laid belly flat on an examination table, arms chained to the side of the bed, ankles shackled to the table and a thick metal collar around your neck so your head couldn’t lift up.
Any anxiety you had was amplified when the heavy pair of footsteps stop. You can see the shadow of a person stood beside your legs.
You struggle, trying to free at least your arms when you hear the rattling of a trolly being pushed into the room. It clacks against the tiled flooring, and you grunt when a heavy hand strokes the top of your head.
Seung, the creep, bends down so he can look into your eyes, “Try to relax yeah? This will end a lot sooner if you just sit still”
You yelp when you feel someone else tug at your tails, hands running across the fur. Tugging each of them apart to look at where they all connected at the base.
Instinctively your tails flick away from the unknow hands. The fur flaring up, making your tails look bushier than usual.
Seung tugs at your hybrid ears, “Stay still” he grits. And if you weren’t so petrified for what was to come you would have snapped back at him.
But you could hear the clanking of metal tools being tosses across the steel trolly.
When more than one pair of hands start pulling at your tails, tears well in your eyes. You don’t know if you’re crying because you’re scared, there’s too much going on or you just really wanted to go back to your somewhat ignorant life with your family, possibly a mixture of all three.
The reality of your situation finally sinking in.
You really missed them.
Its silent for a moment, your ears can pick up the slow puffs of breath from what you guess to be 3 other people in the room. But your brain is too muddled to discern what exactly was happening. You were trying not to panic. Trying to breathe normally and stay calm, but that was starting to get hard.
Seung stands straight, “get to work” he addresses the other people in the room.
Your eyes widen as the buzzing of the electric razor fills the silence of the room. And you struggle, legs and arms pulling at the chains.
You ignore how tender your skin feels as it rubs back and forth across the coarse metal, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you yank the chains. Hoping that the adrenaline coursing through your body would give you enough strength to snap the metal.
“Stop please” you cry as someone grabs your tails.
You feel their fingers card through a couple of them, picking one of the longer ones before tugging it closer to their body.
You feel a second pair of hands bunching up the rest of your tails, pulling them away from the one that had been separated from the bunch, giving whoever had grabbed the first one enough access to get to work.
“No, no, no” You continue to cry, ignoring the sting of the rashes on your wrists and ankles.
Someone slaps the back of your thigh, holding your legs down. And you sob.
The sound of the electric razor starts up again and you start to sobbing harder. Wailing as you feel the fur to one of your tails slowly drop to the floor.
You snivel as the sound of the razor stops, cringing as the cool air hits the bare skin of one of your tails.
It’s quiet for a moment, and you think maybe its over. The muscles in your arms twitch slightly from the adrenaline, fight or flight instinct kicking in. Your fingers twitching a little as you try to process the feeling of your tail being a lot lighter than it had before, plus multiple pairs of arms grabbing you where you were most sensitive.
Your breaths come out in short bursts, and your head feels a little dizzy at the lack of oxygen.
You jaw slackens when a searing pain shoots down your spine, whole body trying to seize on itself but failing when you tug at the restraints again.
“I don’t think we cut off enough” you hear a feminine voice, “We might as well get more while we’re here”  
“No, no more” you choke, feeling bile raise in your throat.
They ignore you, shuffling around your body as another pair of arms come to hold down your lower half so you don’t flail about to much.
You let out a cry of pain as the same searing feeling shoots across your body.
You feel the weight of where your tail once was drop, a soft thump as it hits the ground. Not only had they cut it once, but they’d gone in a second time.
Tears cascade down your cheeks.
They’d cut your tail off.
Your mind blanks.
They’d cut your tail off.
You don’t notice when one of the nurses tut when you throw up, parts of the snacks you’d eaten at Jungkook’s place who knows how long ago resurfacing. You don’t even realise the food had made its way back up until you’re almost choking on it, trying to breathe properly.
They’d cut your tail off.
You inhale in short intervals, whole body practically vibrating in a mixture of pain and panic.
They’d cut your tail off.
The small pinpricks of needles poking through your skin felt like nothing compared to the pain the lower half of your body was experiencing.
Everything else felt like a blur, you could briefly feel a nurse bandage up what was left of your tail, a small stump of flesh and muscle. You could feel how your other tails were soaking in the blood that would have likely spurted where they’d snipped your tail off.
The cotton they placed on the inside of your elbow felt too itchy, bandages covering it too sticky.
When they unlock your ankles and wrists, you don’t move. Can’t move. No matter how much you chanted in your head for your legs to pick you up and take you away, you couldn’t.
You think you’re looking at yourself when a tall man picks you up. The reflection in the two-way mirror didn’t look like you. You looked tired, a small trail of sick dripping down your chin, mixing with your pearly tears, staining the collar of the hospital gown.
Of course, that was you in the reflection, no one else had nine tails.
Your eyes flit to them.
Oh. The person in the reflection only had eight and quarter tails. Even a quarter seemed generous for the stump that was left.
Maybe it wasn’t you?
Maybe this was just a crazy dream.
You felt bad for them, they looked tired. They looked like they needed a warm bath and a long hug. They needed to rest.
You register that it was you. The reflection really was you. They had tears falling down their cheeks just like you did, their eyebrows were furrowed in pain just like yours were, and although your eyesight had gone a little hazy, you could see the sad sight that was you. Staring pitifully back at yourself from the reflection.  
Before you can get a proper look at yourself, the man carrying you makes his way to the door.
You see the small test tubes of your own blood. You cringe at the state of the examination table, just as bloody as your pristine white fur was.
You try not to close your eyes. Knowing that you would probably pass out if you did.
You try to remember the direction to the basement, so if you ever got the opportunity to escape, you’d know a way out. But the directions kept getting jumbled. Your mind reeling back to the unexplainable pain your body was feeling.
It was nothing like you’d ever felt before. Worse than when you’d broken an arm when you were younger, worse than anything you’d wish on your worst enemy.
You register than you’d been placed on the mattress back in your cell. And you briefly register that the old man was looking over at you in pity.
You want to tell him to stop looking at you like that. But your mouth wouldn’t open. Talking felt like it would hurt too much.
He watches your crystal tears slips from your eyes. Hobbling over he stands in-front of the bars that separate the two of you.
His eyes trail to the mess of your tails, floppy against the mattress. He frowns at the poor bandage work, how blood was already seeping through the thin layer of linen. He notices how unfocused your eyes are and wonders how much it must have hurt to have such a sensitive part of your body brutally snipped off.
“I used to have four ears” he says, not sure if you heard him or not.
He watches your eyes flick up to look at his face, so he continues, “At least you have eight more, yeah?” he motions to your pile of tails.
You close your eyes. Swallowing another sob as you try to pretend you aren’t in pain. If you ignored it long enough then maybe it would go away. If you ignore what he said, then maybe your ninth tail would grow back.
You’d never been fond of your tails; it had always made you stick out like a sore thumb. Always the butt of others’ jokes because you were different.
They’d always been in the way, always were more work. Made showering longer, and drying them took forever.
But Taehyung though they were pretty.
And Jimin like to brush them.
Hoseok liked to bury his face in them.
And Jin had always adored the way they made you look.
Maybe this was one of those moments where you never knew you missed something until it was gone. You really had hated them for so long. But you’d started to accept them. Because your family loved your tails. So why couldn’t you?
Jin had explained that tails should be a point of pride. That you shouldn’t be ashamed. Because they made you, you.
If you thought you hated them before you sure as hell do now.
You missed home.
You missed your family.
Maybe you were too optimistic, maybe they weren’t coming for you. Maybe they were finally free, like a bird. Like you’d always wanted to be. They all deserved the best life and you’re happy you could provide that for them. Jin could finally rest, he wouldn’t need to work anymore now that he had the inheritance money and house that was fully paid for. Namjoon and Yoongi would have one less problem to deal with as well.
Having your tail cut off could only be the worst they would do to you here, so you could rest easy now. Surely, they’d treat you a little better, leave you alone like they’d left the old man beside you alone. You wouldn’t mind the slices of bread, or the mattress even if it was soaking up your blood, if only they would leave you alone.
You had all you needed. The memories of what once was enough to keep you going.
And if you really thought hard enough, you could feel the ghost of their touch soothing you as you curled up on the old mattress. Warm hands running across your cold skin. You could see each and every one of their smiles, and that was enough comfort for you finally close your eyes and rest.
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“Done!” Sora shouts, startling everyone awake.
They all scramble to crowd around the laptop, eyes reading over all of their information under Namjoon and Yoongi’s names.
Jin almost drops his phone as he pulls it out of his pocket, Jimin having to hold his hands for a moment to help him stop shaking as he calls Namjoon.
The younger producer picks up almost instantly, Jin giving him no time to speak.
“Everything is clear, get ready to leave. We’re bringing Y/n home” He scrambles to grab his car keys, cursing as he knocks his head on the wall.
Hyerin unlocks her phone, fingers deftly typing a message to Yoongi with all the legal documents he would need.
Her eyes scan over your adoption papers, biting her lip in thought. She looks down at Sora, “You’re still in that hybrid activist group online, right?”
Sora nods, “yeah, why?”
Hyerin waits until all the others have left the room, “We might need their help” she gives the girl a knowing smile.
Today, she’d bring you home.
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baurbiediv · 2 years
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summer games
a/n: pt. 2! thank yall sm for the love on the first part, i appreciate it sm <3, also sorry for the late post, i know i promised it to be released earlierrrr
tw: some yelling, cursing, angst nd fluff
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YOURINSTAGRAM popping plan b’s cause i ain’t plan to be stuck with you. <3
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MISSIONARIESJACK oh im about to be a d1 instigator frl
↳ LUVVYN YOU’RE SICKKKKK 😭😭😭😭😭
UNFORGETTABLEJACK jack gotta be rolling around on the floor crying somewhere
↳ YNSECLIPSE oh he probably is 💀💀
THEESTALLION much love to you bae 🤎
↳ YOURINSTAGRAM love you tons meg, can’t wait 2 see you 💗
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“what the hell is going on with you and y/n?” urban asks jack while keeping his eyes on the tv. it had been nearly three weeks since the last time you and jack had spoken to each other since your argument. urban looks over at jack with low eyes. “jack if you truly love her why would you allow yourself to go on a break?” urban asks. jack sits for a moment and thinks to himself. “i mean she suggested it, if she agreed to if then so be it.”
while scrolling through his phone still listening to jack, urban’s eyes widen while scrolling upon your post before liking it. “yo jack, she posted.” he says while handing the phone over to him. jack’s eyes widen as they wander to the caption. his jaw nearly drops down to the floor as he reads it out loud. “popping plan b’s cause i ain’t plan to be stuck with you?”, urban laughs to himself before turning his head to the side to look at jack. “yo urban what the hell does this mean?” urban shakes his head and shrugs.
“i know exactly what imma do.”
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before you knew it you were getting a notification from instagram saying druski was going live with jack. you joined and immediately could see that jack was leaning back in his seat staring at a computer screen while also looking at the comments. upon seeing your user pop up jack smirked at the camera. druski had requested for you to join, you couldn’t resist to not join as you smile as druski already begins his antics. as soon as you joined the comments began flooding in.
stunnajack OMG Y/N IS IN HERE
icedouty/n BRO JACK WHAT YOU DO TO Y/N.
lowkeyjack druski if jack broke up with y/n, get them back together. NOW!
alexsilas y/n is fine asfk
“ayo, so y/n, i peeped your recent post, what’s up with the caption?” druski asks you while his signature smirk is plastered on his face. you see jack shift in his seat as his eyes divert to the camera. you were laying down on your bed while on laying on your stomach. “well you know, my friend megan, released her new song ‘plan b’, and you know i just thought i’d help promote the song since she’s my friend and what not.” you say while smiling.
“ayo .. look alexsilas .. i don’t know who you are but you gotta chill, that’s my girl and you’re overstepping your boundaries homeboy.” jack spoke up. nobody had really known about your ‘break’ besides jack’s group and yours. you knew that if you made it public all hell would break loose and the internet would lose its damn mind. plus blogs would be all over this for only who knows how long.
after hearing jack call the dude out, you giggle to yourself. “ooh jack you got your lady all giggly and shit,” druski says. “shut up druski.” you and jack both simultaneously say at the same time which caused all three of you to burst out laughing. for the first time in a few weeks, you’d actually felt happy about talking to jack without feeling the urge to break down.
“ight man, imma get outta here, i got something important i gotta do for an important woman in my life right now. imma hit you up later man.” jack spoke. you blew a kiss to him before he left the live. druski pretends to catch the kiss as he stares at his hand.
dojacat DRUSKI LMFAOO 😭😭😭
icedouty/n this mf plays too much
jacksserenity jack is gonna get on his ass 😭😭
“yeah, look, if jack is watching this i’m going to be in trouble forreal.” you say as you start laughing. “y/n .. he ain’t gotta know -“, you leave before he could even manage to get another word out. “man she is so fine!” druski exclaimed before ending the live.
not even 20 minutes later you receive a text from jack
jack 💓
you still mad at me stink? i don’t care, i’m coming over.
i really miss you and i’m sorry for being an ass
you feel yourself smile and the text, truth be told, you missed him as well. it was difficult not always being able to communicate one on one with jack, but it was the little things like him apologizing that truly reminded you as to why you’d fallen for the boy. yes you could be mad at each other but not like this. this was something you never wanted to experience again.
disrupting you from your thoughts, you heard a knock from the living room. you hurry over to the door and unlock it. you open the door to see jack holding a bouquet of flowers and a cheesy grin plastered on his face. before you know it he’s already stepping into the doorway closing the door and hugging you as tight as he can as you do the same.
“y/n, i don’t ever wanna be mad at you the i was. i can’t do this ever again.” he says as his head is buried in the crook of your neck. you nod in agreement. “me too jack, these have probably been the longest three weeks of my life.” you both pull away from the hug as you two walk into the kitchen. you find a vase for the flowers as you pull the vase from an empty cupboard.
jack watches you in complete awe as you put the flowers in the vase and fill it up. ‘man am i so lucky’ he thinks to himself. he couldn’t help but fall in love all over again. he couldn’t help but think about how much of a better person you make him. he couldn’t lose you again and he meant that.
“jack ..?” you say waving your hand slightly in his face. “yeah baby?” he says snapping out of his thoughts. you laugh to yourself before grabbing his hand and leading him into the living room and plopping down onto the couch together. you immediately attach yourself to his side as his arm finds his way around you pulling you to him as close as he could.
“i love you y/n.” jack spoke.
“i love you too jack.” you said looking up at him. he looks down at you and presses a quick kiss to your lips before turning back and turning on the tv.
you and jack knew you both had each other. you had learned to love him and he had learned to love you. the two of you have each other through thick and thin. and he would make sure to let anyone know that.
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a/n: just wanted to thank y’all for all the love on pt. 1 and again im sorry again for the late post! this is also the last fic for summer games, but request anything else you’d like to see! <3
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jadedrrose · 8 months
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RULES/REQUESTING FAQ
please read everything in this post before you request anything! It’s pretty important, yknow?
IMPORTANT UPDATE: As of December 2023 I Will No Longer Be Taking Any Requests. I will still allow ideas/Law blurbs to be submitted, but I may not get to them right away. (I’ll take Sooga blurbs/ideas also, I’d love any excuse to talk abt him lol)
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Basic Requesting Rules:
Always check if my requests are open or not. This can be found on my main pinned post, and it’s always up to date. The only place this may not be up to date is on my wips/ideas post.
I do not write NSFW stuff. It’s not that the topic altogether is an instant no, it’s just that I don’t enjoy writing it, and really I don’t like reading it either. I’m okay with alluding to it or whatever, just not writing out the act itself.
Do not send me something you’ve sent another writer. I’ve seen this happen a lot surprisingly. People will send in requests that they’ve sent other writers on here, except they won’t even change anything. Copy pasted requests that I’ve seen others write will automatically be deleted. Quite frankly, it’s rude. We write for free. If you’re not happy with one person’s product, get over it. Now- this doesn’t mean you can’t send in the same trope or scenario that you’ve seen in other fics. That’s completely different and okay.
If I have an event going on, I am only taking requests for that event. This one’s pretty self explanatory. If I have an event where I listed prompts, don’t submit your own idea.
I only write character x female reader, char x afab and/or gender neutral reader. I write as a hobby for myself (as in I like to insert myself while reading/writing) and I can’t really do that when it’s a male reader, if that makes sense.
I will not write for specific physical traits. Not everybody looks the same, whether it’s skin color, hair length/style, eye color, height, etc. When you write a reader who looks a specific way, it ruins it for everybody else that doesn’t fit those traits. I’m sick of the reader being less than 5 feet tall lmao
I do not write character x character content. I don’t ship literally anything. And there’s plenty of ships that I’m super uncomfortable with even being reminded that they exist, so… I don’t do any of them. Don’t even mention them to me, no I’m never going to change my mind about disliking it (the specific one I have a huge issue with, iykyk)
Characters I Will Write For:
I don’t write for characters that I do not romantically like. I tend to only hyperfixate on the characters I’m attracted to and because of that I don’t feel I can do a good job writing for others. It’s very possible I’ll make it too OOC. Also, with One Piece I tend to skip around arcs and there’s tons of characters who I can put a face to a name, but haven’t seen a single episode with them in it. Here’s the characters I will write for:
• Trafalgar Law - He’s no longer my main fixation, but since he’s my favorite OP character and because I still romantically like him, I will write for him.
• Levi Ackerman - I’m aware most of you who follow me don’t care for my Levi stuff, but I’d still accept requests for him!
• Portgas D. Ace - I don’t write for him as much anymore, but he’s easy to write for and is a really fun character to write!
• Nami - I’m only like semi-romantically attracted to her, but she’s still one of my faves.
• Nico Robin - same thing as for Nami.
• Sooga (Age Of Calamity) - my main fixation right now. So I’d do literally anything for this man.
Things I’m uncomfortable with (TW for various)
I don’t really do angst unless there’s a happy ending. My mental state is already shit so reading things where the reader dies or gets broken up with kills me lol. I just can’t do it.
Please absolutely no requests that have anything to do with ANY type of drug/substance (with an exception for light drinking, but that’s a maybe). This one is actually upsetting for me. I’ve experienced tragic death with these things and it genuinely upsets me to think about that stuff. Even without that happening I already had a dislike for that stuff. So…. Yeah.
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jalapenokpoppers · 2 years
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Can you do stray kids reaction when their idol s/o wants to loose weight for a comeback (not mandatory by their company but still wants to,) and is working out and going on a strict diet.
Stray kids reactions to you going on a diet.
Fluffy, teeny tiny bit of angst.
warnings: implied meal skipping. One swear word haha.
A/N so sorry this took so long 😭😭 my birthday was this week, and me and my mom did a lot of stuff.
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Chan
•Tells you you’re perfect, but will support you if you want to lose weight.
•Always makes sure you’re not skipping meals though.
•Will make you supplement shakes, and bring you diet friendly foods when you’re working.
•Gym buddddyyyyy.
•Loves to take you to the gym, because (I believe I said this in another reaction.) he loves showing you off.
•Is just like.
•”Look at my amazing partner who likes to go to the gym with me. 😊😊😊”
•Makes sure you only reach your goal weight, and nothing lower.
•He just wants to make sure you’re not losing too much.
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Lee Know
•Confused boy.
•”Why would you want to lose weight when you’re perfect right now?”
•Starts complimenting you all the time.
•Tries so hard not to get you to go on a diet.
•Eventually, after tons and tons of insisting, he’ll be like, 
•”Fine. But I won’t like it.”
•Always trying to get you to eat stuff, to break your diet.💀
•”Do you want some of my chocolate, jagi.🥺”
•Yeah, he’s super unhelpful.
•Good luck.
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Changbin
•Doesn’t like the idea at all.
•Might not say anything, but subtly discourages it.
•Says things like,
•”Are you sure you don’t want more to eat?”
•Or if he’s ordering food he’ll always make sure to order you some too.
•If you even dare to start skipping meals, and he finds out, he’s never leaving you alone.
•Scolds you so much.
•You’re never leaving his sight again, and he’s making sure you get all the food you need.
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Hyunjin
•Also kind of like,
•”Why though?”
•Isn’t really one way or the other on it.
•Like, of course he’s making sure you’re still getting enough food, but like, if you wanted to lose some weight, he’s not going to stop you.
•He seems like the type of boyfriend who would literally just be like,
•😐
•If you asked him how you look in something.
•He’s like,
•”Does it matter? If you like it, and it’s comfortable, then buy it.”
•He believes that, how you feel about your body is more important then how he, or anyone else, feels about it.
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Han
•Aww he’s super supportive.
•”I think you look perfect already, but if you want help, then just talk to me.”
•Also likes taking you to the gym.
•If you start to get discouraged he’s absolutely not having that.
•He’ll start celebrating even if you only lost a little.
•Kisses your tummy. 🥺
•”You’re almost there. When you reach your goal, I want to buy you a cute new outfit.”
•Stands by that promise, and probably ends up buying you multiple outfits.
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Felix
•Another one who doesn’t like it, and keeps trying to break your diet. 💀
•”But babe, you have to try this new brownie recipe I tried. 🥺”
•If you tell him to back off though, he will.
•Kind of.
•Still will try and hide your scale, or subtly get you to eat more food.
•You’re probably going to have to threaten to avoid him until you reach your goal.
•That’ll get him to leave you alone about your diet, just so he can spend time with you.
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Seungmin
•Also doesn’t give a shit.
•Respectfully of course.
•Is just like.
•”Ok, whatever you want.”
•Absolutely would know if you’re skipping meals though.
•Would be quiet about it unless you do it excessively.
•Then he would sit you down, and ask if you want to talk about it.
•Tries his best from then on to make sure you eat.
•Secretly watches your fancam cause he thinks you look really good.
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Jeongin
•Another supportive baby.
•But is kind of annoying about it sometimes.
•”Are you sure you should be eating that?”
•Shut up child.
•Might want to try and diet with you.
•Gives up though.
•Loves showing you off at the gym, almost as much as Chan.
•Like.
•”Look how strong my S/O is. Aren’t they just the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen.🥹”
•And you’re just like.
•”Bruh, you’re embarrassing me, I’m literally just drinking water.”
•Also watches your fancam, but watches it with you, and compliments you every five seconds.
A/N x2 Might redo my masterlist, and make like, a rules page? I dunno, we’ll see how much energy I have.
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sapphire-weapon · 4 months
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It is honestly so so refreshing to see a blog like yours in the re fandom! I am an old fan who took a long-ass break from it all, and then the remakes pulled me right back in. I was honestly so shocked at the amount of shipping discourse still going on??? Like, I thought we moved on from it? 😭 I have a very similar stance here, where I just... honestly vibe with all the ships. Especially concerning Leon. Aeon? I love myself some complicated romance that'll probably crash and burn. Chreon? Hurt/comfort potential to the max. Eagleone? The most wholesome ship I've seen, I love then to bits and pieces. Cleon? A wonderful dynamic with so much to explore. Metaltango? Angst treasure trove right there. Hell, even Jilleon is super fun! Their banter in Death Island is to die for.
So, needless to say, I am so genuinely confused that people are so fixated on a single ship. Also, I wanna add that your fics are a real treat to read! Specifically for your characterizations. Lord knows re fandom has a problem with actually writing these characters like they would behave in canon. Especially smut. You are one of the few peeps I actually enjoy reading smut from.
honestly, in a lot of ways, the shipping discourse has gotten worse. social media has enabled people to be way more awful to each other on a personal level now than they were back in the day. and it's all exacerbated by a ton of misinformation about what's canon and what's not being thrown around. all in all, it's a pretty bleak scenario.
but there's a fine lil community here in this part of the internet that loves the characters for what they are and are interested in looking at the canon as it is, so i'm glad you found us. multishipping is really the best way to be, because it really does give you a greater appreciation for more of the cast (on top of it just being more fun).
and holy shit thank you. 😭 character voices are really important to me to get right, so it makes me really happy to hear that i've been capturing them.
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wisdomssdaughterr · 2 years
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Okay so I know I have to answer your other response back to me but the trailer came out and today has been an experience. Alright now I want to talk about my theories because ohhh I have a fucking ton. First off though: who’s car is Steve driving? It was black in the trailer but in the past seasons his car was red so what the fuck. Unless he let the person who was in the crash (I’ve seen some people suspect that it’s chrissy) borrow his car and he’s driving their car. But idk that’s one thing that I just came up with but please come up with something because I am in confusion.
So I had a theory before the new trailer came out and I have a feeling I might be going somewhere with this. So hear me out Hawkins has been a set up this whole time. The lab people/brenner created the town to hide the shit that he was doing. We know that they are willing to do anything to keep others mouths shut about their experiments/operations. So my theory is that the creel house was the first house ever created in Hawkins and that was where the first experiment with the whole upside down/supernatural shit was held. Because in the trailers we often saw the ‘happy’ family moving in so it makes sense that they would try to do something first. But I’m also thinking to how many times Hawkins is referred to as a hell place. With the hellfire club the sign saying ‘welcome to Hawkins’ and then crossed out hawkins to put hell at the end of season 3. Also the mindflayer and the upside down as a huge thing of being too cold, which hell gets that reputation. And thinking about how Fire is something that harms them when hell is also represented through fire. Please tell me what you think because I am now convinced that I am going somewhere. Because also we barely saw Hawkins itself in the trailer like we saw it only like 2 or 4 times. And half of the scenes were something supernatural going down. And then had that motto before of ‘we’re not in Hawkins anymore’ so maybe Hawkins never actually existed and they just built everything. Because also we talked about this how season 3 was all about the government giving the people gifts to disguise what they are actually doing. So it doesn’t seem like it’s a big ass stretch to me soo.
One last theory of many more that I have but this will be the last one for right mow. I have is that maybe when Eddie is doing his guitar solo on that roof he is actually calling the bats to steve to attack Steve. Okay so this is kinda breaking my heart for Steve/Eddie but also what if Eddie betrays them? So we know the mindflayer and the demodogs had a hive mine right. And we also know that singing/song is important. In season 3 the Russians had the Indiana flayer music in the background which wait now that I’m typing it why didn’t Steve and dustin not believe that it was connected to the upside down? Like the music playing from a kid ride was legit totaled flayer. Anyway so what if Eddie is calling the bats or whatever the fuck Steve is fighting to attack him. However, I also am too attached to Eddie and I do not want him to betray the gang soo.
Also Steve and Nancy are going to be getting scene and it looks like they will still be friends!!! This is everything I wanted!! Also what the fuck every single character is going through it this season?!? But I love it!! Also the eye symbols in everything is sending me like bitch what the fuck does that mean? Why is Steve standing by a portal that looks like an eye? My best guess is that is when Steve gets possessed and max also looks like she will be possessed to. Every single one of them is going to get possessed/flayed it looks like and I am so here for this fucking angst.
so sorry this took 18 years for me to respond to 
I just re-watched the trail and you’re right. I think in the bus photos he still has his red car so maybe he’s driving someone else's car? that or it’s just weird lighting in the shot that made the car look darker- those are my two bets. 
oooh that’s super interesting! I don’t know if hawkins’s original purpose was to be a set up, but with everything we’ve seen from the past three seasons, clearly no one is ever really going to expect some “perfect” midwestern small town to be home to such outrageous things. that idea of the ideal american suburbia is probably why dr. brenner started the lab in hawkins were it was likely none of the residents were going to question it. and then again in s3 when the russians built their base under and the mall to cover their tracks, they had the same mind-set of that. I think as the show progresses, even while people become more and more suspicious of the things happening in their home town, the government may still use hawkins as this set up, a ruse, to keep everything contained. I can imagine them trying to like gaslight the residents of hawkins into believing there’s nothing strange about their town in order to keep the hysteria from bleeding out of hawkins. 
I’ve seen a lot of people speculate that eddie is playing the guitar to mess with their echolocation! which is super weird and super cool and I love that. but yeah I’m worried that eddie’s little guitar solo may be his “going out in glory” moment. I literally have no idea who eddie is going be, but I have created his entire narrative inside my head so I really hope he’s cool or else I’m gonna be embarrassed lol. with the interviews and stuff that have come out, I think eddie is going to kind of be a slight agonist of sorts to steve like in the beginning, just because it sounds like dustin is going to start looking up to eddie and steve may feel like his role is getting replaced by eddie. but, with eddie in the upside down with other teens, I have a good feeling that their sort out their issues and hopefully because friends! (and then probably kill him off :/ )
steve and nancy!! god I hope that they show them as at least somewhat friends and they don’t pull the whole “steve’s still in love with nancy” bs. he said himself last season that he didn’t love her anymore, so they should just let them be friends! god everyone is really not gonna have a good time this season, but the hawkins gang is REALLY going through it. I don’t know if they’ll go the possession route necessarily for steve. but I am hoping for this kind of manipulation and like physiological horror thing happening to the hawkins gang. like inside the creel house I’m kind of hoping they all get stuck in this It deal where they’re chased around by the deepest fears while in this haunted house. I’m really here for all the angst ! 
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kitty-thinks-stuff · 5 months
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Clairmont chocolates (hurt-comfort oc fic)
After a difficult job, Olivia gets a visit from her friend Sam. (mentions murder, theres some crying and angst, also a lot of references to stuff you might not understand bc these oc's are new) Also I don't write a lot so if it's bad just don't tell me
Her hands felt raw. 
Olivia had been washing them for 30 minutes now and she swore she could still smell the blood. It burned her nose and scorched her throat. Her face scrunched and she gripped the sink as she felt her eyes start to water. 
She couldn't cry. Not today, not right now. Not with Aux in the room across from her and Max in the room right below. 
Just as she was about to wash her hands again, she heard a knocking sound coming from her window. Ringleader? Why go through her window? 
He always loved a dramatic entrance, she thought. She really couldn't deal with his shit right now. Not after the mission she just finished 
The knocking sound came again. Taking a sharp breath in, she walked over to her window and threw it open. 
"Fuck off Ring, I can't deal with your- oh." 
A dark-haired male stood below her, his floppy bunny ears low and a surprised look on his face. 
"Well, hey to you too, pretty girl!" He chuckled. 
Even worse. 
"Don't call me that, Sam," She bit back, "what do you want." 
"What," he hoisted himself up to sit on her windowsill, "I can't pay a visit to my lady friend?" 
"I am NOT your lady friend!" She yelled, getting up close to his face as if to emphasize her point. 
Sams face dropped; worry painted all over. 
"Liv, what's wrong?" 
"Nothing! Nothing is wrong! I've just... I've just had a long day." 
"So, is this a bad time to tell you I brought some Clairmont chocolates?" 
Something in her stomach shifted, a fluttery feeling blooming through her anger. 
My favorites. 
___ 
They were laid on her bed, chocolate wrappers strewn all around. Soft blankets wrapped around them; the sunset peeked through the still open window. 
“Have you ever been to the north side of the city?” 
“Yeah, I’ve stolen a couple things from some bigshots that live over there,” Olivia smiled as she ate another candy. 
“No, no, not to steal,” Sam said, “I mean just over there. To enjoy yourself, without being on a job.” 
“Poor people don’t get to just ‘hang out’ in the north side, Sam. I’m either there for a job, or I’m not there at all.” 
“Well, they have the best restaurants down there, crab and salmon and steak, literally mouthwatering smell. I’ll have to take you down there one day, my treat.” 
“Your insane,” she laughed at the absurdity. Her, fancy north side restaurants? None of the clowns had ever been allowed a day to just ‘enjoy themselves’, not that they ever even had the money to do so. 
“I don’t know, it’d be nice to at least dream right?” 
“I guess it doesn’t hurt.” 
“It could, I don’t know, be like a... real date, or something.” 
Olivia's smile faltered. They had never really talked about their relationship, or what it was. They knew they could never be together, both from opposite sides of the world. Real dates weren’t a luxury they were allowed. 
“I’m sorry, Liv, forget I said anything. It was a stupid idea anyways.” 
“No, Sam, it’s fine. I’m fine.” 
Even though Sam didn’t look like he believed her, he settled back down onto the bed. An awkward, uncomfortable silence followed behind. 
“So, I had a pretty tough mission today,” Olivia said quietly. 
“Oh yeah?” 
“Yeah. Some rich guy from Winstead. Apparently, he and Ring had some arguments over debts. Richy owed him tons of money.” 
“Lemme guess, you had to steal some important artifact or something?” 
“No. Ring wanted me to kill him,” Olivia muttered. Tears stung at the corner of her eyes, and she bit them back as best as she could. 
“Oh. Did you... did you do it?” 
There was a heavy silence, like a heavy blanket in the summertime. 
“Olivia?” 
There was a sniffling sound, and when Sam looked up, he could see she was crying. 
“Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry!” 
“No I,” she stopped to wipe the tears now falling down her face, “I should be the one that’s sorry. I didn’t mean to wrap you into this. It’s just. I feel awful.” 
“Haven’t you done jobs like this in the past though?” 
“Yeah, but,” she hesitated, more tears wetting her face, “Sam, he had a daughter. A young one, maybe seven or eight. I didn’t even notice until after I did it, but when I was leaving, I saw a photo of them, together. It looked like she had won some kind of award. They looked so... so happy. And I ruined that. I ruined a family for what? Some stupid job!? I should’ve said no, I should’ve checked the house or something.” She looked up at him now, her eyes wet and wide. She was breathing heavily, and she could barely speak without choking up. Her throat felt thick, and she felt like all she could do was continue sobbing. 
Sam pulled her into a hug, letting her cry on his shoulder. After a minute or two, when he couldn’t hear the crying anymore, he said quietly, “you couldn’t have known, Liv.” 
When he didn’t get a response, he glanced down at her and noticed she had fallen asleep while laying on him. Her face was still soaked with tears and her eyes were puffy, but she looked peaceful and calmer than before. Stifling a laugh, he laid her gently onto her bed, and pulled the blankets over her. He cleared away the wrappers and left the remaining chocolates on her bedside table. He climbed out the window and whispered a small goodnight, closing the window and heading back to his house. 
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Olivia woke up with the sun warming her face. Her head felt fuzzy, and she was too comfortable to move. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table, she noticed the chocolates sitting there. She smiled and reached for them. She noticed a small piece of paper tucked under the bag, and confused, she picked it up and read the too-neat handwriting. 
To Olivia,  Meet me at 6pm, Sweeton Hills restaurant. 
Tell Ring no missions 
It’s time for a real date. 
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Some Miraculous Ladybug AU designs for Beeduo because I’m just having fun
Tommy design!
Ranboo’s hero name is German for Crown Cat because his cat ears are part of a crown and Niki is his sister in this au so German is reasonable.
(Ranboo’s hero name has been changed to Kronen Katze)
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it just plain makes sense that Winry is charming and sweet and has the best inner narrative, because Ed is great but he's also unfortunately kind of a jerk even at his best. I once saw him described as the obnoxious comic relief sidekick that had to become the main character after the real main character was unfortunately stuck in a suit of armor and i have never forgotten this
I love that joke, and it's canon to the manga omakeverse where Al is constantly plotting to take his place as the rightful main character (there's also that moment in the manga when Al gains his ability to transmutate without a symbol and Ed breaks the fourth wall in response, realizing Al is better or equal to him at everything but "being older' is like "this manga will now be renamed armored alchemist")
Buuuut I also think it does Ed a disservice to not acknowledge the fact that he's really heavily flawed is WHY he's a dynamic and memorable main character and why FMA sticks out to people. As Arakawa herself notes jokingly in an omake, his arc is not about "getting stronger" and "working hard" like so many of his shonen counterparts, because he started off at "level 100" but, it's about about letting go of his pride and realizing it's harmful not to communicate honestly and that he actually overvalues his powers, and also it's very bad how he tries to take everything on himself, and I think that's why FMA stands out compared to other shonen. There's no tournament arcs or anything, and the one time Ed and Al go to train, Winry even makes an offhand comment that she thinks it's weird to be so focused of physical strength and they better not turn into muscleheads, and Ed's like "no I want to be better mentally".
Also, lot of shonen is about 'friendship', but also kind of starts out with protagonists who are naturally friendly so there's not too much growth there? It's either circumstances that have kept them alienated or like, they already have tons of friends. But Ed actually genuinely is slow to trust, but not in a gritty way, he's not constantly angsting about it visibly or talking about it, it just comes across that he's genuinely hyper-focused on his brother at the beginning and has a hard time connecting to other people, even if other people want to look out for him. He's slow to let them in, and his tendency to close off and focus on his own guilt and responsibility leads to not communicating with Winry, and this actually blows up in his face and sparks ACTUAL VISIBLE CHANGE where he starts communicating with her better. And when he starts kind of making friends with everyone later on, it's notable. When he decides at the end the people who love him- not just Al, but everyone- are more important than alchemy, it's a really notable change! He goes from "my little brother is all I have left" to "It's okay if I have all of them".
Al's a flawed character too, mainly dogged by insecurities about Ed sacrificing himself for him, having a hard time speaking up when he's upset and being kind of dependent on Ed (it's very notable that the manga has a very long arc where Ed and Al are doing stuff on their own and they become comfortable being on their own and even make a choice to pursue separate career paths with their own separate friends before coming back together and pooling what they've learned). But his flaws suit being a supporting protagonist. He has less to work on than Ed and a lot of his issues are rooted in not being as proactive, which would be hard to sell for the main character of an action manga.
(And I've mentioned before, but why the characters in 2003 aren't compelling to me is they actually don't grown past this hyperfocus on each other, despite the fact the narrative tries to claim they have.)
I'm rewatching brotherhood with a friend now for the first time in like.. five years (lots of fandom realted trauma. lol) and it really sticks out how distinctive Ed is. He's fun to be around and it's fun to see shit blow up in his face (except for when it's very sad), but he's still flawed in really specific ways, and I kind of naturally know how his flaws will interact with a myriad of situations and how he will distinctively react, in ways I can't say for other recent shonen protags, even ones I like! Arakawa is just like, good at this writing thing. I get people who are sick of FMA's popularity, but it's not undeserved, she actually knows how to do a likeable asshole protag (who very specifically comes off as the kind of asshole because he was talented from a young age and then had to take on way too much responsibility, of course he thinks he's got this shit figured out, also he thinks god hates him and the feeling is mutual, big relatable energy) who genuinely gets better! without becoming perfect or losing his charm!
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Anakin Skywalker Headcannons (Part 2)
Hey there! Welcome to part two of Anakin Skywalker headcannons! Please note, these are all PERSONAL opinions and not to be claimed as fact! Some of them are random so have fun lol!
Some may be contradictory to Cannon but do I care? Not really. They didn’t give me my Anakin angst so I am getting it myself (Cue evil laughter!). 
Part 2 of ???
Ask questions through my ask and I’ll happily respond!
I will be tackling more heavy and sadder Headcannons, and diving into some triggering stuff. You have been warned! Anyways, lets get to the headcannons!
Trigger Warning List
-Implied Non-con
-Mentions of Suicide
-Basically everything that is related to slave/child abuse
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-Anakin deep down always kinda of knew what his fate was to be. He’s had visions of death, of burning, of hatred ever since he was a child and it wasn’t until Mustafar, fighting Obi-Wan that he realized that no matter how hard he tried to change things, he ended up exactly where his visions put him. It was too late then, and his guilt was washed away from the flames. Anakin died screaming. 
-Anakin deep down is a massive people pleaser. Him putting on a disobedient front more often than not is just an act. Generally, he will listen and only disobey when he genuinely thinks he’s in the right. That doesn’t mean he isn’t having a mental breakdown over it and has to work himself up before going to Obi-Wan or the council. 
-There was once a time when Anakin was a Padawan where Mace Windu was like “You have greatly disappointed me Anakin Skywalker” and Obi-Wan had to quickly soothe the rising panic that Anakin started feeling. 
-Anakin has a shit ton of panic attacks but he’s really good at concealing them now. At least until he has the privacy to be alone. Obi-wan can sometimes sense it, but its more common to find him hyperventilating over a droid because something came to be a bit to much. However, surprisingly, it’s Rex and Kix who know immediately when something’s up. Sadly, they can’t always be there.
-Anakin often questions Obi-Wan’s love for him. He gets incredibly insecure and sometimes thinks he only tolerates Anakin’s affections for him. Padme tries to tell Anakin that isn’t the case, but she also knows her words do little justice. Sometimes, Anakin just needs to hear it from the source. Obi-Wan is just too stubborn to realize how much he keeps himself from Anakin and Padme and sometimes needs a good wack in the head to realize he’s hurting one of the most important people in his life. Padme never questions, and she never needs too.
-Anakin, despite loving and adoring Ashoka like a little sister, is terrified of failing her. All he wants to do is be a good master, but even more does he want to be a good friend. He’s scared that he can’t be both.
-Anakin on many occasions has genuinely considered leaving the order. Frankly, if Obi-Wan and now Ashoka aren’t there, he probably would have already left long ago. He holds a lot of anger, distrust and hatred to the Jedi Council and its code. He still hasn’t forgive them from the things they have said all those years ago.
-He genuinely doesn’t feel like he has a place in the Jedi. He has to be friendly to the people who bullied him. He has to be kind to the Hutt who sold him. He has to be gentle to the men who whipped him. At least the Jedi never forced him to see Watto again. 
-Anakin knows he’s pretty. Of course he does. He’s been called it all the time, by almost everyone he knows. The only person who never dared to use that word was his mother. Slaves know what being ‘pretty’ means. He wishes sometimes in the war that his face got scarred up more. That he has to suffer a wound so grievous that it forever scars him and makes him look more like a horrifying monster, forced to wear a mask for the rest of his life, rather than a Child of the Sun. However, out of everyone saying he looks pretty, Palpatine is the only one who sends shivers down his spine and make his lips curl up in disgust.
-Anakin isn’t as sexually active as most people think, due to a few experiences he had as a slave. He only participates when Obi-Wan or Padme initiate it, but he never does so himself. He NEVER talks about it, and TBH not even Obi-Wan and Padme know about it. He never talks about it during the private moments with Padme or Obi-Wan that he can still feel the phantom hands, the stinging pain. Its something he truly keeps close to his chest. A lot of painful memories were brought up with Miraj during the Slaves of the Republic Arc, and a lot of new memories were made. Ashoka nor Obi-Wan didn't understand why Anakin didn't want to be touched for a week. They were wanting comfort, and offering it to him. Yet Anakin never approached them. However his dislike for it doesn’t mean he doesn’t find enjoyment in it. Through Padme and Obi-Wan, he learns that it doesn’t have to be painful or scary. So while he doesn’t particularly desire it like Padme and Obi-Wan, he doesn’t mind giving that part to them.
-He knows he wasn’t always going to be staying with Watto. He was being trained on the side lines, he never told his mother. He just hoped he could free her before he was sent to the brothels. He was ‘pretty’ after all. 
-He is probably sometimes over protective of Ashoka, and holds a lot of anger at the council from the Zygerrian mission. The council doesn’t seem to understand how in danger she was, and he is forever thanking the force that she got out relatively unscathed. Not that Anakin did. He still doesn’t talk of that time there.
-He has EXTREME claustrophobia. Obi-Wan has tried to help him through it, but as soon as Anakin gets it into his head that he’s trapped in an enclosed space, he’s immediately freaking out. At least now he doesn’t openly sob or show his panic. Better for Obi-Wan to think he trained it out of Anakin. However Anakin remembers being in a box when he was young, separated from his mother despite feeling her close by. Feeling like he could barely breath, sweltering from the heat of the desert sun and his own body. 
-He can be possessive over his food, and NEVER leaves scraps. He will always eat everything presented to him on his plate, and has many occasions ended up with him throwing up because he ate so much. Obi-Wan just chalks it up to not wanting food to go to waste. He never considered that Anakin once had to go for days without food.
-Anakin's experiences as a Slave were a LOT worse than people think. He doesn't like talking about it, but people can find little things in his reactions to prove it. The widening of his eyes when someone yells at him, the way he sometimes flinches at a raised hand. The way he'll momentarily panic when he's injured and has to tell Obi-Wan.
-The biggest reason why Anakin likes Droids more than people sometimes is because Droids won't ever have the desire to own you. In Anakin's eyes, they are just as much a slave as he feels sometimes
-Anakin has tried to commit suicide once. He doesn't talk about it, and no one knows. He still keeps the letter he wrote in his pocket, just in case he decides to go through with it.
-He has a really hard time wasting water. Same thing with food, he won’t waste water. First time he saw The Room of a Thousand Fountains, he almost had a break down with how much water they were wasting. Now he knows that logically he will never run out of water, doesn’t mean he will use it frivolously.
-Anakin DOES NOT like to be cared for (actually he loves it but he has a hard time accepting it). Accepting help means a price, and he still struggles with the knowing that's not always the case.
-There are times in his life when Anakin does NOT want to be touched. He will actively avoid it, move his body away from people trying to touch him, hug him, anything. He’ll pull away from kisses, keeping his hands in his pocket so he doesn’t have to shake hands, and just obviously ignore signs. This usually lasts for about a week and Obi-Wan can never figure out WHY it happens. 
-He also goes mute sometimes. This lasts longer, and the last time it happened he was mute for a month. Not even Yoda can figure out what’s blocking Anakin from speaking, but sometimes Anakin just doesn’t want to talk.
-He suffers from really serious depression. Times when he can’t even pull himself out of bed. Just curling under the covers and not able to do anything but lay in his misery. First time Ashoka found him like this caused her to panic and run to Obi-Wan thinking he was poisoned. Now she knows better, and instead is just there for him.
-Anakin still holds some bitterness in the Jedi for never letting him free the slaves. Same goes for Padme. She never seemed to truly fight to end slavery. Anakin sometimes wonder just what they think of him sometimes. Do they really not know the horrors of Slavery. He considered once taking Padme in person to see it. And he knows Obi-Wan saw a glimpse, yet still. He had it easy. At least he was in the mines. 
-Anakin knows his anger is bad. He tries so hard to control it, but when he can’t he’ll take it out on himself. Push himself. Tear himself apart. Force himself in situations he doesn’t like, situations he feels the need to throw up from, just to punish himself. Its the ONLY time he’ll ever initiate things with Obi-Wan and Padme. Yet they are oblivious. They always seem to be. 
-Anakin didn’t like how he was constantly forced to cut his hair as a Padawan. Soon as he had freedom, he chose to grow it out because at least then he felt better about it. Felt like he had SOME bodily autonomy. 
-Obi-Wan once used Anakin’s looks for negotiation once. While Anakin played along with it, at the end of the mission he very sternly told Obi-Wan “If you ever fucking do that again, I will NEVER forgive you”. Obi-Wan listened. 
-Anakin has a dissociative disorder, specifically OSDD B1 where all the ‘alters’ share the memories of what happened, but not the emotions that come with it. However, there is only 1 other Alter, to which he goes by the name of Slave. Created to protect Anakin during some of the worst moments and occasionally has come out during his time as a Jedi. Obi-Wan can sense a shift, but never really can tell that Slave and Anakin are different people since Slave knows how to act as his counterpart. He prefers staying dormant. However, he does gain an official name eventually. “Vader’. Brought forth to protect Anakin from Palpatine, and well all that Slave desires is to please the master. He will obey every order to avoid punishment and pain. Anakin was under such emotional and physical duress that Slave was pushed forward and took charge. Anakin vaugely awoke with searing pain watching Obi-Wan leave, before falling back and letting Slave take the reigns now. He hates what they have done. 
-Anakin HATES being drugged. Despises it more than drinking. If Obi-Wan can tell something’s drugged, or if Anakin finds out after he swallows it, he will put his fingers into his mouth and force it back out if its not to late. He’d much rather drink than get drugged because at least drinking gives him a better chance of being aware. 
-Anakin forever has Ashoka’s Padawan beads. Even as Vader, they are tucked safely away in his pocket. Protect and loved. He wishes he could run his fingers along them as he used to when she first left. 
-Anakin personally helped Rex, and quite a few other clones paint their armor. In turn, he’s even let them paint his own. He keeps that set safe in his room, too terrified to wear it cause he doesn’t want to lose something so special to him.
-First time someone genuinely complimented Anakin, he cried like there was no tomorrow. He was complimented a few times before, but for some reason this one really seemed to make him realize that it was a compliment and not some form of back handed insult. He tries his best to compliment people, and prefers teaching Ashoka through positivity rather than negativity. The only time he yells is when he’s scared or he feels like he genuinely needs to (which is more than he would like, especially the first few months)
-Anakin doesn’t actually know his birthday, or really how old he is. He and his mother can estimate, but they don’t actually know for sure. He just said a date for his birthday just to get Obi-Wan off his back.
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sex education 2.0
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pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader
summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.
"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 
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genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff
rated: m (duh!2.0)
warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.
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Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 
You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 
But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  
You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 
But.
"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.
"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 
"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"
"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?
"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  
"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"
"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.
"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."
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It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.
Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 
So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.
He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 
And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?
He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.
And that, was also tormenting him.
Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 
Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.
But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 
And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 
But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 
"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 
"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"
"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 
Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"
"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 
"It's about _____."
"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  
"Tae, dude-"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.
"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 
"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"
"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"
It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."
Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 
"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."
"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"
"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  
Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"
"Yeah, man?"
There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."
Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.
"I love you too, bro."
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"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.
"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 
Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 
You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 
Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 
You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 
He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 
Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 
"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.
 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."
You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 
And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 
"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."
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You were definitely not the jealous type.  
You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 
"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 
You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 
"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 
That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  
"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.
Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 
Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 
You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 
"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.
"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 
"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."
"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 
"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"
There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.
"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 
'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  
Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 
'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 
Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.
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Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.
"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."
"Can't believe you're such a pussy."
Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 
When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.
He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 
"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.
"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 
He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.
You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.
"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 
"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 
You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 
But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 
Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.
"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 
He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.
"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 
"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 
"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.
"Just the tip, my ass." 
Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  
"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 
Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.
You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.
"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  
"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"
The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.
"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"
"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.
"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 
"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.
Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 
"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 
"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 
You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"
Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 
For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 
Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.
"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"
Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 
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Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 
Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 
At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 
Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  
'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 
And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 
After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 
You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 
Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 
Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 
Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 
"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  
"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.
Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.
But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 
Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.
Jungkook is not dumb. 
He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 
But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 
You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 
"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 
"I-I don't know what you're t-"
"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"
You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.
"Why was she being all over you?"
Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"
"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.
"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"
"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"
"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 
You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 
"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"
"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 
"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."
None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.
"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.
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When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 
You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 
You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 
"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"
"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 
"What?"
"Did I stutter?"
His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 
That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.
His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.
"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 
"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"
"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.
"Jungkook-"
"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"
Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 
He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 
He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 
"Jungk-!"
Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 
"Did I give you permission to talk?"  
Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 
"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."
"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 
"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 
Smack.
"N-no!"
"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 
"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.
"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 
"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 
"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.
"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.
"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 
"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 
"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 
"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"
And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 
"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"
You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 
"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 
You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 
When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 
"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 
Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 
He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.
He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 
When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.
"A-and you're mine." you sob.
It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 
"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.
"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."
You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.
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"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"
"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 
Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."
He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.
"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"
"Sorry man, gotta go." 
"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"
Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.
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