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notnctu · 4 years

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both sides - k.jw

shyboy!jungwoo x fuckgirl!y.n warnings: mentions of alcohol, hooking up and swearing summary: relationship (n) - the way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected, or the state of being connected. In this video, two people in some sort of relationship take turns answering questions about their relationship while the other person cannot hear any of their answers.

a.n: hi i am author xuxi ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ and this is like a small script scenario that was inspired by @mistymark‘s the one with the ex boyfriend series and by jubilee’s youtube series called both sides. i rlly hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it :)

[In the frame, there were two empty chairs. In between them was a small coffee table with one set of large earphones and earplugs. The only thing that could be heard in the first few seconds of the video is the creaking of a large metal door and light footsteps.]

[Y.n opens the door and holds it for Jungwoo to follow behind her. As they weave through the cameras and lights to get to the set, y.n suddenly gets shoved in front of the camera, a small ‘oof’ heard behind her. When she turns around, she erupts into laughter as Jungwoo starts hopping into the frame, wires tangled around one of his ankles. The scene then cuts to her sitting in the chair, laughing so hard she’s holding her stomach as one of the set employees unwraps the wires from a blushing Jungwoo]

Introduction

Y.n, confidently: Hi, I’m y.n and I’ve been dating this clumsy man for a little over two years now

Jungwoo nervously rubs his hands on his thighs: Hi I am clumsy man Jungwoo who has been dating this amazing and beautiful y.n for about 118 weeks.

Y.n, teasing him: I didn’t know that converting the years into weeks was part of your engineering degree.

Jungwoo: See guys, you gotta do that math in the relationship, helps make her think that you’re good at math and will be rich in the future so she’ll never leave you.

[Y.n starts laughing again and Jungwoo only stares in awe at his girlfriend, he could never stop himself from admiring her beautiful laugh.]

[Jungwoo hands the headphones and earplugs to her immediately, she nods in a pleasure shock]

Y.n: Wow, never in my life did I think that you would volunteer to say something first.

Jungwoo with his little silly side smirk: Maybe I’m feeling extra brave today, the effect that the y.n has on me.

[She laughs again, as if every little thing Jungwoo does makes her the happiest person in the world, it’s one of the only things that Jungwoo takes pride in as seen when the camera zooms into his small smile while he watches her slip the headphones on]

Y.n, loudly: Do I look ugly with this on?

[Jungwoo leans forward and pulls out small strands of her hair that were stuck behind the band of the headphones. He then pulls her longer strands from behind her shoulders to rest in front of her chest.]

Jungwoo: Not anymore, you looked a little bald at first.

Y.n, her lips falling to a frown: Did you just call me bald?

Jungwoo: Yea Caillou. Bald.

How did you two meet?

His side

Jungwoo, laughing: I mean, the very first time I saw her was at a frat party, and she still does not know anything about this. In fact, I haven’t really told anyone about this except Lucas, but basically it was at his party and she was totally blacking out. Oh, and I already knew who she was too.

[He pauses, lips pursued, finding the best words to describe the situation]

Jungwoo: Let’s just say - she’s a social butterfly, quite popular. But basically, she had been shoved and I just happened to catch her. I shit you not, she looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘you better not kiss me’ with the most drunk yet devious smile I’ve ever seen.

[He laughs at the memory nostalgically. Never in his life did he think that one of his fondest memories would be at a frat party. Y.n is obviously confused.]

Jungwoo, his gaze soaks all of her in, completely smitten by her: Looking back at it, I totally shouldn’t have saved her ass, she probably deserved to eat shit.

Y.n, eyes still clearly lost: What are you talking about?

Jungwoo, though blushing, was still able to say in a high pitched mocking tone: None of your beeswax!

Her side

[Y.n hands him the headset and earplugs, she starts rubbing her ears]

Jungwoo: It’s loud isn’t it?

Y.n: Yea, but nothing will ever be as loud as your high pitched screams when you get scared.

[He rolls his eyes as she flashes her small mischievous grin, putting the earphones over his ears.]

Y.n: Uhm, honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if we met at one of our mutual’s countless frat parties. But if we did meet there, there’s no way I’d remember.

Y.n, smiling fondly: But the very first time that I really met him face to face, and sober might I add, was when I bumped into him and Lucas on campus. Lucas invited him to his party, of course, that night and said something like ‘Jungwoo is gonna be there! You gotta go cause he never goes to my parties!” so I really had to directly look at him and I was thinking like ‘wow, they’re complete opposites’ because at the time, I had never seen him before.

Both sides

[Jungwoo places the two accessories onto the table, his eyes wide with curiosity.]

Jungwoo: Tell me what you said, I wanna know what you think our first meeting was.

Y.n, raising a brow: Think? So we totally met at a party once huh?

[Jungwoo just slyly smirks at her, remembering how sharp y.n always was. He nods his head, motioning her to continue.]

Y.n: I talked about when Lucas and you bumped into me on campus, and he invited me to one of his parties.

Jungwoo jumps a little in his chair, excited that he remembered that moment: Oh my god yea! That was our first time meeting sober.

Y.n: Yea, and I was thinking like, oh my gosh, they’re complete opposites.

Jungwoo sighs: I get it, I’m not as tall, as buff, as handsome or as cool as Lucas Wong. He’s only friends with me because we were roommates back in first year.

Y.n: Not even, Lucas loves you, he follows you like a lost puppy all the time. Also you don’t want to be Lucas, he’s kind of a, ya know-

Jungwoo: A douche.

[They snicker, but then suddenly, y.n stops and look directly at Jungwoo]

Y.n: Wait, what happened at the party when we first met?

Jungwoo: I mean, I just talked about how you were making out wi-

Y.n sighs into her hands, cringing: Oh my gosh, don’t bring up my past.

[Jungwoo turn to the camera, a hand blocking the sight of his devilish grin from his girlfriend, and mouths to the camera with the subtitles assisting the watchers at the bottom of screen]

Jungwoo, his mouth exaggerating each word: She used to be a fuck girl

[Jungwoo never says his real answer, he’s always been too shy to admit that he was drawn to her since that very first night and that Lucas bumping into her that random day was staged.]

How was your first kiss?

Her side

[She immediately groans into her hands, her legs dramatically stretch out as she slips down the back of her chair, clearly disliking the memory. Jungwoo’s eyebrow’s furrow in animated confusion. What could’ve possibly made her this embarrassed again? Her pink ears make release a baffled laugh, shocked by her sudden outburst.]

Y.n, still hiding behind her hands: It was so strange. I never felt nervous to kiss someone before, nor did I ever kiss someone without it leading to a hook up. It was also in the trunk of his hatchback, we were watching the stars at a look out point. Even the literal setting was something I wasn’t used to.

[She looks at Jungwoo’s very concerned, confused, and focused face. She can tell that he is trying so hard to decipher what is making her so annoyed. She rolls her eyes, but a small smile peaks through as she looks at his very lost face.]

Y.n avoiding his eye contact: It was romantic. It was the first time I really felt like a kiss had some sort of meaning or feeling behind it.

His side

[Jungwoo bursts into laughter, knowing exactly why she reacted the way she did. He nervously rubs the back of his neck but the joy never left his eyes. She glares very intentionally at him with the look of ‘you better not say anything stupid or I’ll kill you’ being extremely prominent.]

Jungwoo: For her, I’m sure it was a surprise, or a little bit weird, especially because it was me of all people in the world. Some dorky loser that wasn’t even one of her countless hot frat boys. I had never seen her so shy and hesitant, probably because the setting of the kiss was very different for her.

[He stares at her, as if waiting for her reaction, thinking that she might kill him once she hears his answer.]

Jungwoo: For me though, it was dreamy, almost like it came out of a movie, perfect.

Both sides

[Y.n buries her face into her sleeves as she takes off the headset and he laughs, remembering her first reaction. Needless to say, he is very amused by her distaste for the question.]

Jungwoo: I know, I really swept you off your feet that night.

Y.n: Shut up, it was only okay.

[Jungwoo is about to interject, but sees her stubbornly looking away with her pink cheeks and just happily sighs. He is satisfied that she’s still so embarrassed about it even two years after it happened,]

What have you learned from them?

[Jungwoo swings his legs from the chair as he calmly listens to the music. His eyes intently yet curiously looking at y.n as she clears her throat. Normally, she was good at hiding her feelings but anyone could see that she was a little overwhelmed by his gaze and the question.]

Her side

Y.n, her stare so affectionately bores into all of Jungwoo: So much. I don’t think this man knows how much he’s taught me in so many ways too, physically, emotionally, spiritually, and in math.

[She laughs, making Jungwoo release a slightly confused laugh. It was always one of his habits, laughing because everyone else did, even if his laugh came out due to awkwardness.]

Y.n: But I think one of the biggest things is that I don’t have to always be this bad bitch that is strong and independent.

[She pauses, maybe to stop the tears from slipping from her eyes as she still struggles to really comfortably talk about her emotions.]

Y.n, after taking a deep breath: He is probably one of the only people that’s ever really seen me cry. He made me realize that I don’t always have to push people away that care for me, that the walls I have do more hurt then protect.

Y.n: Whenever I push people away, or feel scared of people leaving me, he always tells me now that he’ll be my forever wall and I’m really thankful for that.

[She lets out a few sniffles in between her light airy giggles as she motions for Jungwoo to switch roles. He grabs her hand as she takes the set from him and squeeze her fingertips.]

Jungwoo: I would kiss your sniffles away, but you’re kinda far.

[She laughs her wholehearted laugh again and Jungwoo swears that the studio lights get brighter.]

His side

Jungwoo: Ah, this is easy. She always taught me to be more confident in myself. I mean for the longest time, actually, I still think this sometimes, I just always thought that she was out of my league. Just look at her, she’s hot, social, funny, daredevil, risk taker, intelligent, extremely thoughtful. She’s basically everything I’m not. I’m more shy, reserved and kind of weird.

[He glances at her again and she suddenly sticks her tongue at him. He is surprised by the abrupt face and looks visibly offended and taken aback, causing her to laugh, which then follows with his laugh, still in a little disbelief by her surprise attack]

Jungwoo: See? This bitch is, fucking weird and amazing in all the best way possible. But she reminds me everyday, that I actually am kinda cool? She really brought me out of my shell and built my self confidence.

[He laughs again, mainly because he can’t take himself seriously. Y.n rolls her eyes]

Y.n to the camera: He’s being insecure again isn’t he? He is such a beautiful human being, can someone please tell him that for me?

Jungwoo huffs his bangs out of his eyes, jokingly pretending he’s annoyed but he’s definitely turning a little pink: She doesn’t care what anyone thinks. She just says it. As much as I don’t want to admit it, she has been a good influence, only in that sense.

[He sighs, thinking about her more bad ideas such as skipping class, drinking the nights away, running in the middle of the street. When he looks back up at her, she has the sweetest doe eyes that were only focused on him, as if she wanted to hear more of what he was saying, even though she couldn’t even hear him.]

Jungwoo, looking away: But yea, I guess what it all boils down to is that she really made me feel comfortable in my own skin. Plus she finds me genuinely funny, so now I guess I’m less afraid to make jokes and laugh with people rather than trying to stop myself from saying anything and looking around to check if anyone is looking at me weirdly.

Both sides

[After she removes the music, there is a brief silence. They both just look at each other with such warmth, that the people on set feel like they’re suddenly intruding.]

Y.n, hesitantly: I know that you were talking about how you think I’m out of your league.

Jungwoo crosses his arms: Maybe, don’t get cocky.

Y.n sighs heavily, annoyed: There are no such things as leagues, I like you, and only you because everything you do is what makes you, you. Therefore, I like every single thing, imperfections, perfections, giggles, jokes, faces - everything.

Jungwoo reaches over to grab her hand: Hey, thanks.

Y.n, confused: hm?

Jungwoo: Just, thanks for always being my number one supporter.

Y.n smiles: Always. Thank you for being mine too.

Jungwoo reflectng hers: Always.

[They stare for a small moment, their fingertips just barely grasping each other. Their eyes reflect the same glossy daze. The just immerse in all the feelings, words, and emotions floating in the air. They barely even reflected and discussed each other’s answers, but they just know, the love is there.]

That was the last question. Thank you so much for coming in today.

[They both get up from the chair. He brushes her cheeks and squishes them quickly as he leads them out of the frame.]

Jungwoo sighs: Man, I really thought I was gonna embarrass you more, but I guess I didn’t really have the chance.

Y.n, her voice distant: More? What did you already say?

Jungwoo, their steps clicking in sync: Oh, ya know that you were that hot bitch and that everyone wanted to get into your pants and somehow I got the honor to cuff you.

[A loud gasp is heard and a quick smack. The last thing heard is a small yelp and a light laugh as the camera is fading to black.]

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fuck-you-i-am-spiderman · 4 years

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I'm going to try and update this whenever I post a new fic or a new chapter, but I feel like I've posted enough now to constitute a masterlist where you'll be able to find all of my fics in one place!

The origin of baby dragon [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Mature || Rotten ot4 || fluff, hurt/comfort and light angst

↳ Jay, Evie and Carlos call Mal “baby dragon”. Alternatively described as the other three making their girlfriend blush by using an affectionate pet name that Mal pretends to hate.

Lost in Lace [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Teen || Rotten ot4 || angst, hurt/comfort

↳ The coronation has passed but suddenly Evie finds her scheduled packed and all she can think about is finishing one dress. Exhaustion hits hard and sometimes all Evie needs is to sleep, that is - if her thoughts will let her.

House of 1000 Snacks [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Teen || Rotten ot4 (with a strong focus on Jal and Carvie) || fluff with barely any plot

↳ Domestic rotten four, snuggling and snacking whilst watching horror films. Or they would be if it wasn't for Carlos's colourful commentary, Evie falling asleep during the first movie and Mal and Jay being horndogs

Are Dance Moms worse than Isle Moms? [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Teen || Jal + rotten four friendship (can be read as platonic or as ot4) || Fluff and humour

↳ Mal and Jay hate love watch Dance Moms together whilst Evie and Carlos watch in amusement as they spiral deeper into the DM rabbit hole.

Stress Disorder [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Teen || Rotten four (can be read as platonic or as ot4) + Malvie || hurt/comfort

↳ The coronation is over and a grand party is upon them. It's all celebration and glimmer. Evie's trying to stop the boys from getting chocolate over their nice new outfits and Mal just wishes she was anywhere else. The lights, the noises, the people- everything in Auradon feels like too much. Sometimes even Mal needs someone to hug her and tell her it'll be alright. Luckily her gang will always be by her side to prove that.

You’ve gotta be kitten me [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Gen || Marlos shenanigans, Rotten four friendship, Jaylos & Malvie (background dynamics) || fluff

↳ Mal accidentally turned Carlos into a puppy and in true Mal fashion she ends up as a kitten instead. Evie and Jay have their work cut out for them and two very tiny, very adorable furballs to wrangle. What's the rotten four without a little mischief?!

Illuminate a world that'll try to bring you down [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Gen || Rotten ot4, Carlos/Carvie focus || hurt/comfort and fluff

↳ Carlos and Evie are helping to raise money for the local animal shelter. Evie’s making the outfits and Carlos is buying an entire petstore in preparation. But when Carlos is told not to take part his excitement instantly vanishes. Evie, Jay and Mal are determined to keep Carlos’s spirits up, and if Evie has to murder the people responsible then so be it!

Jay and Mal’s guide to retrieving chicken nuggies [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Teen || Jal + Rotten ot4 || fluff and hijinks/shenanigans

↳ What starts as a celebratory drink very quickly morphs into a retrieval mission, target: chicken nuggies. It's 3am and all Jay wants is to makeout with his girlfriend and eat chicken nuggets and all Mal wants to do is expose Jay's dumb ass in the group chat. Jal have exactly one braincell and it's currently with Carlos.

Toadly Brilliant [[Ao3]]

One-shot || Gen || Mal, Harry + Carlos brotp (with some Malvie, Jaylos and hinted Benry and Umaudrey) || hijinks/shenanigans and humour

↳ Mal was bored so Harry suggests a day of pranking to lift her spirits. But when Carlos crashes the party - their pranking turns into a full-scale operation. Maybe they'll be cleaning the toilets until they graduate...if they get caught that is....alternatively: Three chaotic idiots (with one brain cell) embark on a day of shenanigans and mischief

Who needs a crown, when you can wear a helmet? {{Ao3}}

Multi-chapter || Mature || Rotten ot4 || fluff, angst and hurt/comfort

↳ Mal never backs down from a challenge, and playing tourney on the same team as Chad not-so Charming was definitely a challenge. Whoever said girls can’t play sports never met Mal.

Get in losers, we're going roadtripping {{Ao3}}

Multi-chapter || Explicit || Malvie & Jaylos || Fluff and smut (with a dash of hurt/comfort and angst)

↳ Saying no to Evie is near impossible, Mal hadn't mastered it yet. Which is how the tiny ball of purple snark ends up driving Evie, Jay and Carlos around Auradon, for a well deserved break. Mal may hate the ugly mini-van but she certainly doesn't hate using Ben's royal credit card to buy whatever they want. A not-so-rotten roadtrip, if you will. (aka the rotten four being dorks for 7 chapters, Mal using magic because fuck it and all of them wearing flower crowns.)

#Descendants #Rotten four #Malvie #Jaylos #descendants fanfiction #my fanfic*#No I didn't make this as an excuse to make a cheesy spidey and descendants related graphic #maybe 👀#Spidey's Descendants fanfic masterlist

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, part 8.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: x

Warnings: Nate being fucking Nate, man.

Word Count: 2.9 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Anything in your life does not come because you fucking want it to come. There is no way to go around things you need to go through. Some things need you to be patient.

Did Bill Gates or Steve Jobs have their fortune after the first night they dropped out of school? Did Leonardo DiCaprio win an Oscar for Titanic the movie? Did your teacher become a teacher just like that? Did your mom tell herself that her child a failure after the first time you fell off a bike?

If you answered no to all of the previous questions and you’re completely clueless about what they mean? That means that all of those people had a shit ton of patience. That's a thing you need to remember. You need to have patience before you can actually archive something. And relationships are a thing you need to be extremely patient about.

So saying that Fez was something like your boyfriend for the first two months was too much. He wasn't.

It had all the classifications of a relationship, yet you answered a simple 'no' when somebody asked if you're taken.

You thought about him intensely, sometimes you tend to daydream and you were definitely looking forward to every minute you could spend together, you were excited about every date in the evening, but you remained more friends-with-benefits than actually in a relationship.

Fez seemed to be a free-minded guy. So free-minded that

You liked each other. A lot. Kissing was just your every hang out classic. The whole party thing was still in the public subconsciousness, but other things have happened in the meantime. Some girl from juniors class was pregnant, another was beaten up by her very own dad. You and Fez weren't that important.

But because you've been patient, it paid off pretty well. One day, when you were hanging out at Fezco's shop with Kat and Ash, sipping some fresh, ice-cold soda on the counter of the shop, a big boy came inside.

He was big and his face was known to you. That was Nate Jacobs, Maddy's boyfriend and probably the most feared boy in the hood. He wasn't pleasant to be around at all from what you heard.

"Hey, the small one." - He came to the counter slowly, putting the soda down in front of Ash. Nate looked at you and grinned at you in a weird manner. - "This, some rolling paper and Marlboros. The red ones."

"Dat all?" - Ash asked with an unfriendly face. So everyone has heard about this guy, you noted.

"Yep. And who are you, hm?" - Nate leaned into the counter, looking you in the eyes. He noticed your skin - smooth, perfect and almost without hair on it. Your face was small and cute. Be would be able to have something with you if you would like to. And he was thinking about at the very moment.

Which wasn't the best choice if you ask me.

"I'm Y/N. Your classmate. We have... Spanish and bio together. Thanks for noticing." - You chuckled and sipped some soda. You looked him in the face just as his eyes slowly darkened. The atmosphere was slowly getting more and more uncomfortable.

"Yeah. I'll remember it the next time. Are you single or not? Just for research purposes, of course." - Nate had his predator look on and watched you sitting on the countertop with your knees crossed.

"Nate, if I were you, I wouldn't ask that stuff." - Kat tried to shake it off, but there was Nate's hand on your knee all of a sudden. Just as you shook it off with the disgusted face, the bell next to the door rang loudly. And the blood in your veins froze because it was Fezco the man himself.

You were supposed to go to the cinema together, that's why you were waiting for him in his shop.

"What da fuck man? What ya think ya doin' here?" - Fezco slowly approached you with a look of a murderer. He was looking Nathan up and down and you somehow felt that Fez is just seconds away from snapping. Which was something you thought you'll never be able to see?

That flattered you as anything Fez ever did before.

"I'm just talking here with Y/N. What's your deal? I'm shopping. I'm a daily customer." - Nate winked at you and put cash on the counter, taking all of the things.

"He tried somethin' on ya?" - Fez looked at you and you got off the counter, standing directly between him and Nate. You wiggled your head, saying no. But Fez turned his stare on Nate. - "Ya fuckin' tried somethin' on her? Huh?" - Fez was ready to strangle Nate at the very moment.

"Calm down, Fezco. You know that you shouldn't play with big, smart boys, right?" - Nate chuckled, ready to leave - but just as he was passing you and Fez, with you holding Fezco's chest with your palms, Fezco's palm tightened around Nate's wrist so much that Fez's knuckles became white.

"I'll tell ya just like dat. Ya try somethin' on ma girl, on Rue or her friends and I'll find ya and I'll kill ya. Ya understand?" - Fezco said slowly with a cold voice. Nate just breathed out loudly, looking from his wrist to Fezco's face, dead in the eye.

"We're having this conversation again?" - You looked from Nate Fez, moving your hands from his chest to his waist and hip to move him closer to you, so you weren't so unsure about Fezco fucking up Nate in an instance. - "You're an idiot who has two functioning brain cells. One of them makes you able to roll a joint and the second one makes your dick hard. You shouldn't be playing with boys who are better for the ladies than you are."

"Okay, Nate. I think it's time to leave." - Kat stood up from the corner and you felt as Fezco's body tensed under your hands.

"You should go. We don't want any problems here." - You gently grabbed Fezco's palm and took it out of Nate's wrist, gently and slowly entwining your fingers with his.

"You're both losers. Have it your way." - Nate chuckled and then finally left the shop. Fezco was watching him walking to his car, but you gazed into his eyes with a smile full of love.

"Hey, big guy." - You whispered to gain his attention. It worked only partially - you could feel the grip on your fingers is still tight.

"Hey." - He mumbled quietly, leaning forward to kiss you. The kisses were sweet. Fezco was a good kisser. Even though other boys kissed you, every time he kissed you, you were left with a slight 'aw' on your lips, wishing he would kiss you again immediately.

"Did you mean it? Huh?" - You teased him a bit, but you knew that he's lost in what you mean. - "Your girl. I am your girl? I think you forgot to tell me."

"I said dat?" - He wondered with a slight smile. You nodded, circling your elbows around the back of his neck tightly. - "Then dat's da true, I guess. I dunno."

"You don't know? Show me then, I'll tell you." - Your fingers slowly ghosted under his neck, grabbed the upper hem of his shirt and circled around it to lower his lips to yours.

You already acted girlfriend-boyfriend way around your friends like Rue or for example Ash, so you knew that the actions won't be too different - a lot of kissing, making Fez secretly come to your chilling Netflix nights to cuddle you a bit, some sweet texts ending with hearts, a lot of sweet stuff.

Fezco maybe wasn't the smartest, he truly wasn't, he was doing a lot of grammatic errors and sometimes you didn't even know what he was trying to say. But he always put you in the first place, even when he wasn't in the best mood or wasn't really feeling it, he never was mean or ugly to you.

Never fucking ever he said anything mean to you. He could just sometimes space out completely. That was really Fezco like, not being bad to others.

But this was about the official state of your love and romantic life. Until that moment you were simply single. Just you. But from that moment, it was you and him, now officially together. Everyone will know about you the next week, again. Everybody will talk about it the next two days again.

"Are ya ready for dat cinema, or what?" - The miss stopped all of a sudden, which made you open up your eyes again. You slowly looked around and saw that Kat and Ash ignored for at least the five last minutes.

"Yeah, I think we should go." - You walked in a dancing way to the counter, taking your bag and your soda from Ash.

"Y'all be watchin' everythin' while I'm gone, ya understand?" - Fez pointed his finger in Ashtray's direction and the small boy, still chewing on a piece of wood. Ash rolled his eyes and nodded. Fez was really the pain in the ass sometimes, especially when he was leaving his shop by your side and gave Ash the instructions.

"We should be on our way or we'll not make it on time. Come on. Ash can it himself." - You winked at Ash, taking Fezco's shoulder to your hand. - "Plus, he's got Kat here. They can make it until the closing hours, which is like... Two hours from now. Come." - You took his hand because you had the feeling that you actually can, and entwined fingers with him tightly. His blue eyes were still cautiously watching Ash, but this time, he was smiling at the little boy.

"See ya at home, pal." - Fezco nodded to Ash and winked at him as he leads you out of the store. You and Fez tried to talk a lot, but to you, you rarely talked about the important stuff.

You truly didn't know what to do about that - you refused to make him talk. That wasn't your style. You wanted him to talk about his secrets. Who was Ash? How did the two get together? What was at the back of his damn flat that you weren't allowed to go there? He still didn't tell you what he was doing for a living - yeah, he and Ash worked in a store, but you weren't exactly dumb and you knew that a little something isn't completely adding up.

There was a lot Fez didn't tell you not ever asked you about. He actually never asked you about your hometown, never acknowledged you had a sis or asked you about your family.

But you hoped that being different from that moment. That was something new for the both of you, you were nervous to figure it out. Or at least you hoped that he officially thinks about all of it the same way you did.

The evening was gone before you actually could enjoy it, just like everyone you could spend along Fezco. As always, he took you home in his car and parked a block away from your house. You sat in the car for the next five minutes in complete silence, because you already finished your rant about the movie ten minutes ago and Fez was only grinning on the ground in front of the car.

"Do you want to go already?" - You whispered and undid your seatbelt and took his hand in the dark, quiet car. His second hand was playing with a joint as he watched the lamps in front of the car.

"Ya know I don't wanna. Need to tho, baby." - He pressed his fingers around your hand holding his.

"I want to cuddle with you today. You know. To make it special at least a little bit, nothing too big but..." - You started in a quiet, somehow flat tone of your voice but Fezco somehow felt you're begging him in the most gentle way you could.

"It ain't much but it's all to ya, huh?" - You felt as his eyes watched the profile of your face with a gentle smile on your lips. You nodded. But Fezco chuckled in response. - "Think we don't have enough space up 'ere."

"Maybe we can try slight trespassing tonight?" - You felt more courageous than before. He was same in acts, but thoughts had suddenly and strangely deeper meaning for you. You wanted to touch him and kiss him, but you wanted to know him better as well.

One thing you've needed to say was... That you and your natures got along pretty well. You were capable of doing hundreds of jokes, smile the whole night. Those bullshit talks? You two were the ideal couple for that. But you were more afraid and curious about those deep, late-night conversations with him.

"Like..."

"Like you could crawl in through my window and just... Stay with me for a bit? Just for a while, or if you're not feeling this..." - You stuttered a bit and your cheeks reddened. Fezco could feel clearly as your palms got sweatier than before a few secs.

"Calm down, jeez. Okay then. If ya wanna, we'll cuddle. No prob." - He leaned down to kiss you and your heart jumped a bit with happiness.

"So, I'll go home now, greet my parents, lock my door and then see you at the window then?" - You started to get off the car with a bright smile. Fezco just nodded; you gave him more than enough time to have a joint outside the house.

That evening, your mom really wanted to talk. She was making those small-talks, laughing and asking you a million questions. You would love to sit there with her, but you were all nervous about Fez waiting outside for you, so you basically made a home run for it as soon as you could and as soon as you brushed your teeth and changed into some more comfortable home clothes - some tight shorts and the t-shirt he gave you.

Then you let him in, after reassuring that the door is locked.

"Hey, baby boy. You're waiting too long?" - You smiled at him and let him in, all careful and whispering. He crawled into your room without any bigger problem.

"Not too long." - He began to undress out of his hoodie and put his shoes down, watching as your body slowly disappeared under the blanket, inviting him next to you. Fezco smelled like weed, once again, just as you were used to. It felt natural to close your eyes, put your temple on his chest and hug his waist even when it was for the first time you were touching him when you two were... Alone.

"Ya smell so nice, baby. Need to smell ya more often." - Fezco hugged you firmly, shoving his nose right into the waves of your hair.

"I hope you will." - You giggled quietly. - "So, if you want us to be a couple?" - You got your head up and looked him to the face before you continued.

"Yeah. I guess so." - He closed his eyes while you drew some circles on his hips and ribs.

"I want to know you better. We'll start simply. Like... What do you even like? I know you just like the boy I like, but not here." - You pointed a finger at his heart. Your eyes appeared big and warm, which made him talk.

"Dat's what ya curious about? Alrite, I like when the weather is, ya know, a bit cold, but the wind is like all warm and shit. And to have my bros around. And spendin' some time with them. And I like dat chocolate candy with those nuts inside." - Fez whispered in his calming, deep voice. It radiated through his chest so much it made you close your eyes and drifting away. It also took a whole ass of time before he was finished. - "And I like ma girl a lot, but dat's kinda obvious."

"You're so sweet, baby." - You hummed in a half-asleep voice and hugged him tighter.

You didn't even notice when he left at eleven p.m., because he let you snuggle into his hoodie while he closed your window so you didn't feel cold at night.

It was a big step for Fez, even tho he was stoned, he felt that he's so nervous bevause of you. To pronounce you as his girlfriend was a thing he was really excited about, but also one which scared him to death. He knew that his responsibility around you will be enormous, just like the happiness you will be, and already have, bringing him. He wasn't meeting the best people and he saw how much it harmed Rue, and his girl couldn't end up the same.

You had a big heart of gold, mind much brighter than his, you were lovely and pure; so he felt the need to spare you from that dark side of him until he won't be able to hide it anymore. You deserved to be protected.

But at that moment, he just realized that you're a person he's glad to be around with. And that's what mattered in the end.

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sebbies · 6 years

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youngblood

summary: boxer!bucky au word count: 2.103 a/n: sorry if the formatting is messed up at first, tumblr needs to get its shit together masterlist

“Where is he?” You growled at your boyfriend’s bodyguard, Happy, who was standing tall in front of the locker room door refusing you entry. He looked down at you and smirked before staring resuming his position of staring straightforward over your head and ignoring your presence.

“I mean it.Where. Is. He?” Bucky chuckled, only to take a sharp breath at the pain is caused on his face. Bruce rushed towards Bucky’s side and gave him an ice pack.

“Let her in, will ya Stevie? Don’t want her chewing Happy’s ear off,” Bucky mumbled, letting Bruce secure a bandage around his wrist. A lot of people that were in the room laughed at your outburst, only because they were so used to you always getting worried and causing a commotion.

“Happy, I swear to god, if you don’t let me in-“ The door swung open and you sighed a breath of relief when you saw it was Steve.

“Our champ wants to see his girl,” Steve said to Happy, patting him on the shoulder to which Happy easily moved to the side to let you pass through.

“Thank you,” you grumbled with narrow eyes at the bodyguard. The short walk from the front end of the locker room to where Bucky sat was quiet. Steve knew that’s how you were whenever you visited Bucky at the end of a match. You were constantly thinking and worrying about his injuries and hoping the punches Bucky received weren’t as bad as they looked.

“Don’t worry, babe,” Steve whispered and slung an arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to him.

“Did-did you see that- that punch, Steve?” Steve sighed and held you tighter, “I outta punch him in the face.”

“Oh-okay,” he giggled, “you- you short stack want to punch a six foot four wall made of a hundred pounds of muscle. Yeah I don’t think Bucky will be too happy.” You smiled at image of you trying to fight someone twice your body size.

The closer you got to where your boyfriend would be, the louder the voices of everyone else got and the more nervous you became. Suddenly Bucky comes into view, sitting on the wooden bench in the middle of the room with his medic by his side. You instantly rushed to his side, stumbling onto the bench only inches away from falling onto Bucky’s lap. Bucky had to bite the inside of his cheek from laughing, but everyone around him had beat him to it, “you alright, doll?”

“Am-am I alright?” You stuttered in shock, gently taking hold of Bucky’s face, mindful of the bruises and pulling him closer to you, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine baby girl,” Bucky chuckled, letting his hands wrap around your wrists and bringing your hands down from his face. With a hum you looked over at Bruce, who gave you curt nod, confirming that Bucky’s injuries were relatively minor.

“Don’t ever do that again!” Bucky smiled brightly and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“’S kinda my thing baby girl.” He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh when you pouted in defeat.

Bucky swung his leg over the bench and winced, your hands immediately untangling themselves from his and resting on his shoulders to keep him from falling off. By now most of Bucky’s crew had walked out to celebrate but you and Bruce were still there fussing over Bucky, checking and rechecking to make sure he was alright and that he didn’t have any life threatening injuries. Bruce assured you after the third check that he was fine and he only had a little bruising and-

“A little?” You glared at Bruce.

“Yes, just a little. I wrapped everything that needed extra support. Your boy is fine.” You looked back at Bucky and grumbled under your breath about how Bruce didn’t know what he was talking about despite holding several medical degrees.

“You did win, so I’m still proud of you.”

“Only ‘cause I won?” Bucky asked, furrowing his brow, “so if I had lost you would’ve been disappointed in me?”

“You scoffed, “Of course. I don’t date losers.” Smiles were threatening to break on both of your faces and before Bucky could get another snarky comment in, you said, “Let’s go champ. Let’s get you home.”

Steve and Bruce who were now the only ones left in the room groaned and mumbled a few ‘get a room’, and it caused Bucky to beam even though the pain was still evident on his face as you burst into a short fit of laughter. Bucky continued to smile before you could go off about how much you hated seeing him hurt.

The two men helped Bucky to the elevator as you trailed behind. Your eyes began to water at the sight of watching your bruised boyfriend practically limp a head of you. You quickly wiped the tears away with your sleeve once you’ve reached the elevator and the boys lean Bucky against the back wall, hoping no one heard your soft cries.

Except Bucky did. He always knew when something was wrong with you and tonight after a fight like that, he would have been surprised if you hadn’t gotten a tad bit emotional.

“I think I can manage from here, boys,” Bucky said. Bruce and Steve looked at each other with skepticism but eventually left you and Bucky to your own devices.

“Baby-“ Bucky whispered after the doors closed.

“Shut up,” you covered your face with your hands.

“I know what I’m doing, so please, baby girl, please stop crying,” Bucky pleaded, placing his hands on your waist. The feeling of Bucky’s hands on your body brought you comfort, a reminder of reality that he was there, in front of you and okay. You dropped your hands and let them rest on his forearms.

“I-I have to rebandage you and give you some medicine.” Bucky opened his mouth before shutting it, knowing that the best course of action would be to let you do what you wanted.

You stepped into the bathroom where Bucky was sitting on the toilet cover, fresh from a shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. It’s now that you can fully see the extent to his injuries. Bucky looked like he was beat to hell and back, dark splotches on his chest and abdomen, and a huge ugly bruise on the side of his face. Not to mention his knuckles were all sorts of darkened colours.

Bucky grunted as you touched the part of his face that was badly bruised, “okay, doll, I think you’re done.” He wheezed when he tried to move off his seat, “it’s better.”

“Oh what? The big bad boxer can’t take a simple touch?” You teased but lowered your hand with the ointment on. You lean forward from the edge of the bath and pressed a small kiss on Bucky’s lips and then his unbruised cheek, “you sure you’re okay?”

“I told ya, baby girl, I’m fine.” You wanted to believe him but the his body was telling a different story and yet you let it rest. Though you didn’t know how he could fight another match in a matter of days when he could barely stand up without assistance.

Red was the only thing you saw. It was a mixture between Bucky’s and Brock’s, bu that didn’t settle the uneasy feeling in your stomach as you watched your boyfriend take on of the greatest fighters.

“Jesus fuck,” Steve flinched as Bucky took another hit to his side, “this guys is better than expected.”

“I better get a damn raise,” Bruce muttered, wincing at another punch.

The bell rung causing you to jump in your seat. You moved towards the ring along with Bruce as Bucky stumbled to his corner.

“You good Barnes?” You asked watching Bruce hand Bucky some water.

“All good princess,” Bucky smirked and winked. A small weight was lifted off your shoulders when you saw that no blood was oozing out of his mouth, “you good baby girl?”

“Why do you always ask me that like I’m the one out there fighting?” Bucky shrugged but you both knew his answer was far too long for the small amount of time the pause allowed.

“Maybe you can show me how good you are, if I win,” Bucky flirted.

“Only if you win. I don’t date losers.”

“Aw shit, Brock over there told me before the match that he would be taking you out on a date when this is over.” Your face turned into one of disgust after hearing Bucky speak. You looked towards Brock’s corner and saw him already looking back at you and having the audacity to wink at you.

“Please by all means, kick his ass.”

“Only for you baby doll, only for you.” Bucky leaned over the rope and pressed a kiss to your lips. The bell rung again causing Bucky to pull away, “gotta kick some ass, baby girl.”

Bruce guided you back to your seat and just as you sat down, Steve jumped up and ran to the corner.

“He’s gonna do the move!” He yelled loud enough for Bucky to hear in-between the punches. Bucky was able to dodge Brock’s signature move, a move that he already had done multiple times during the match.

“That’s all you got, Barnes?” Brock sneered as he landed another punch on Bucky’s body, “guess you’re gonna have to watch me take your pretty little girlfriend out on a date.”

Bucky laughed as he stood up straighter to his full height, “she said she doesn’t date losers, so, I’m sorry that you’ll have to cancel that 2 for 1 special tonight.”

The fight continued with insults thrown back and forth, Brock’s mostly contained crude comments about you and that spurred Bucky on even more. No one talks about his girl like that and gets away.

Brock lifted his leg to kick Bucky, but Bucky was able to push it out of the way and punch Brock in the jaw, sending the man backwards a few steps. Bucky didn’t stop throwing more punches and dodging the ones that Brock managed to throw at him.

One of the hits to Brock caused him to lose his footing causing him to fall backwards and crash loudly on the ring floor. Bucky stopped moving, inching backwards towards his corner yet ready to fight if Brock got back up. Brock’s team came running over to the man on his back, shouting all sorts of questions at the same time.

Bruce pulled Bucky completely into the corner once he was close enough, handing him water and patting his face dry.

The sound of a mic turning off echoed through the stadium and silenced the crowd, all eager and on their toes to what the referee had to say.

“Due to injury, Rumlow is unable to fight. Winner, Barnes by default.”

The crowd erupted in cheers and you felt like you could relax.

In a flash, you and Bucky’s team were back in the locker room. Bucky sat on a table for Bruce to do his routine check-up, making sure Bucky leaves just as he came in, or as close as possible.

“So, I guess I’m showing you how good I am?” You teased, watching Bruce scurrying around Bucky, trying to finish his job fully knowing all you wanted was to have him in your arms.

“Don’t-don’t look at me like that baby girl.” Bucky’s voice dropped a few octaves.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied as innocently as possible, peering through your fluttering eyelashes.

“That look,” Bucky stood up with Bruce’s help, “that I give you all the time, like you’re some kind of rare artwork.”

“I’m not looking at you like that,” you said, trying to fight the heat rising to your cheeks. Bucky hummed a quiet ‘okay’ before wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close.

“I love you,” he whispered and you could hear some of Bucky’s crew make kiss-y faces at you.

“They’re picking on me, can you beat them up?” Bucky sighed and looked at his friends with a playful glare.

“Sorry baby girl. Promised ma the only fighting I’d do would be in the ring.” “Wouldn’t want to mess with mama Barnes,” you smirked and snaked your arms around his neck.

“Alright, boys, I’m leaving! Gotta show my princess how much she means to me!” Bucky yelled. A chorus of ‘leave!’ fill the room causing you to bury your face into Bucky’s chest.

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zillanewt · 6 years

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Merc with a Trashmouth

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four

summary: Despite growing up in Derry together, the two boys went down two very different paths. Richie is the world’s most notorious mercenary and assassin, while Eddie is none other than New York’s sweetheart - the literal poster boy for bringing justice to baddies without unaliving them. This is the self-indulgent spideypool!reddie au that literally nobody asked for.

pairing: reddie

words: 2.5K

warnings: non-graphic violence, mentions of child abuse, self-esteem issues

A/N: aye thank you so much to everyone who has liked, read, and sent nice things!! i have expanded on Richie’s backstory for your reading pleasures. I hope this doesn’t suck too bad!! Please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!

Most people tended to have more welcoming reunions with their childhood friends, but Eddie?

There was going to be none of that nonsense if he could help it.

When they came to Eddie’s apartment window, Eddie immediately flung Richie off his back and into the apartment the minute the window was open. The other’s back hit the hardwood floor with a cracking thud, followed by a groan. Richie began to wriggle his body on the floor, as he tried to lift his upper half up.

“Wow, you don’t gotta be so rough, Eds,” he coughed, hissing in pain when he moved some delicate spots. There was definitely going to be a little bit of bruising on his back tomorrow morning. “You’ve already proved how strong and sexy you are.”

In response, Eddie slammed the window shut and drew the curtains, before ripping his mask off. He was just as gorgeous as Richie knew he was going to be, but seeing it in person made something deep in Richie’s heart ache. Despite all that beauty, Eddie’s wasn’t laughing or even smiling. In fact, he looked pissed. Not the fun kind of shut-up-Richie pissed, but rather the I’m-going-to-kill-you-if-you-don’t-start-giving-me-some-explanations kind of pissed.

“Is everything a joke to you, Rich?” Eddie snapped. He stood with his arms crossed and his mouth pulled into a tight line. Richie would almost find Eddie’s angry stance adorable if it weren’t for the fire in the man’s dark brown eyes. When Richie didn’t answer, Eddie sighed, confliction running across the features on his face. Tiredly, he rubbed his eyes with his palms.

“Do you know the kind of person you are, Rich? A murderer. I shouldn’t even have you in my apartment right now!”

Richie cocked his head to the side, sitting with his legs crossed on the floor.

“That’s the issue?” he asked, incredulously.

Eddie scoffed, glancing at Richie wide-eyed. “There are so many issues right now, Rich! That’s only one of them!”

Slowly, Richie stood up and dusted imaginary dirt off himself, then took a step closer to Eddie, who only cautiously stepped back.

“News flash!” Richie said with a raised voice. “Not everyone is New York’s goody-two-shoes perfect pretty boy! What I do with my life is really none of your business!”

Suddenly, the room, as well as Eddie, went completely cold. Any chance Richie had of reconnecting with his old friend was automatically gone.

“Why are you here, Richie?” he said coldly. “What do you want from me? Are you here to kill me? Because you know I could kick your fucking ass. I think prison orange would be a nice color for you.”

There was a heavy lump in his throat at the idea of Richie even trying to hurt him, but this was probably reality now. His childhood best friend was a cold-blooded killer, not the dorky kid in coke bottle glasses and ugly Hawaiian shirts. Every instinct was telling him to trap Richie in the apartment and call the police, but something deep in his heart kept him from doing it. He needed to know why Richie was like this.

Richie rolled his eyes, which Eddie was really surprised he could see through the mask. The man crept closer to Eddie, causing his spidey senses to go off like alarm bells, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to move.

“You’re a mutant, not immortal, Baby Boy.” He leaned into Eddie’s ear and whispered, “If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve.” Richie couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed all the hairs on Eddie’s neck stand up and his breathing growing heavier and ragged.

Then, he immediately stepped out of Eddie’s personal space and deadpanned, “Plus, why would I tell you my name and cut off my arm to get you to talk to me if all I want to do was kill you?”

Logistically, Richie was right. Eddie knew it. This night got even more annoying, because Richie Tozier, and therefore Deadpool, was right of all people! He should’ve left Richie and his weird baby stuck to that roof!

“I’m tired of having your blood all over me,” he stated simply. “So, you’re gonna sit patiently on my couch, while I go change in the bathroom. When I come back, I expect some explanations.”

“Ooh! Bossy! I like that, Eddie Spaghetti.”

As he exited the room, Eddie flipped Richie off, leaving him to his own devices in the living room. Richie would be a saint to not snoop!

There wasn’t much to Eddie’s apartment. It was tidy, as one might expect it to be. Honestly, Richie was surprised he hasn’t found a single bottle of Germ-X yet. Textbooks and lab reports were strewn all over the floor, suggesting that Eddie sure has more going for him than Richie does.

On Eddie’s desk, he had two framed photos on the desk. One of the Losers Club in the summer of 1989, a couple years before Richie moved. Young Eddie was squished in between Richie and Beverly, who were both trying to tickle Eddie, because damn! He was so fun to annoy back then. Young Richie seemed so happy, and he figures it was probably the happiest he had been all summer because God knew he was never happy at home. Richie almost hated looking at his younger self, because it was a physical manifestation of somebody who will never exist again, physically and in spirit.

The other photo is one of the woman from Eddie’s file. Richie can’t stop staring, not because she’s beautiful, but rather because he knows this woman be somebody very important to Eddie. Richie felt a pang of guilt in his heart at being in this apartment. This apartment was probably where Eddie kissed, dined with, slept with, and had sex with this woman, and Richie clearly didn’t belong in this sacred space. He didn’t belong in Eddie’s life, period.

He didn’t even hear Eddie pad into the living room, dressed in sweatpants and an old Guns N Roses t-shirt. Eddie cleared his throat, startling Richie.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Eddie said awkwardly.

“I suppose,” Richie shrugged. “Who is she?”

Richie couldn’t help but notice that Eddie was pointedly avoiding eye-contact with him.

“Ex-fiance,” he said bluntly, sitting down on the couch.

“What happened?”

The room was uncomfortably silent for a minute. Immediately, Richie wanted to abort mission, because he knows he made Eddie uncomfortable. What if she tragically died or something?

Quietly, Eddie mumbled something Richie couldn’t hear, but he could see him blushing (and still avoiding eye-contact).

“I’m sorry?”

“She found out I don’t swing for the home team, if you uuhhhhh…..catch my drift,” Eddie mumbled, just slightly louder. “We’re still good friends, so I haven’t found the need to remove the picture.”

Without being able to control himself, Richie softly started laughing, because oh my god! He was worried about invading this “sacred space” not five minutes ago, and now he finds out Eddie is not a heterosexual. Despite losing an arm, this night is going the best route it possibly could’ve.

But Eddie, being as sensitive as he always was, assumed Richie was laughing at him. His face grew hot and he wanted to throw up because this was not the response he expected.

“Screw you, Richie!” he spat, getting up off the couch.

Richie controlled his giggling long enough to grab Eddie by the wrist before he could leave.

“I’m not laughing at you, Eddie,” he confessed. “I’m laughing because I was feeling guilty being in you and your girlfriend’s apartment, but I realize that was dumb now.”

Visibly, Eddie relaxed, then took his seat on the couch again. Everything in his face grew softer, and his eyes were open and understanding as he took Richie’s hand in his.

“What happened to you, Rich?” he breathed, tears in his eyes. “I wondered and worried about you for the last ten years. How did you get to this point? Why do you still have that stupid mask on?”

Eddie wasn’t dumb. He knew if Richie hadn’t taken off his mask by this point, then there was an obvious reason. It slightly hurt Richie didn’t completely trust him, but could anybody blame him? Ten years was a long time.

Richie played with Eddie’s fingers like he would as a kid when they thought nobody was looking. The familiarity slightly sickened and excited him.

“Why do you wanna see my face so bad, Eddie? You wanna kiss me?” he joked, trying to avoid the real subject.

“Richie.”

“It’s nothing you want to see, Eddie Spaghetti. Let’s just move on.”

Unwillingly, Eddie relented and dropped the subject of Richie’s mask, but that didn’t mean he’d let go of everything else.

“Fine. Why are you here?”

The doe-eyed look Eddie was giving him almost made Richie wanted to cry because he literally never deserves to be looked at like that with those eyes.

“Some drug lord approached me with a hit on you, but I refused. I just wanted to make sure they didn’t hire some other doofus that I’d have to kill.”

Eddie let out a breathy, incredulous laugh, gazing at Richie like he was the most fascinating person in New York City. The sound warmed Richie to his core, and he knew he was fucked. He knew that if he stayed any longer in Eddie’s apartment with Eddie, he’d never want to leave.

“You came all the way out to New York to make sure I was ok? Richie, that’s surprisingly sweet, considering it’s you.”

Richie playfully shoved Eddie, who let out a little giggle that Richie could listen to for the rest of his life. They silently sat together, comfortably giggling and enjoying each others company.

When the laughter died down, the atmosphere took a very sobering turn, as Richie swallowed a lump in his throat in order to continue. He could feel tears in his eyes.

“When we left,” he breathed very quietly, “Maggie and Wentworth would never stop fighting. Nobody in the neighborhood would talk to me because they could all hear the shouts and glass breaking at night. Sneaking out at night became a better option than hanging around and waiting to get hit with an empty whiskey bottle.”

The room was still, as Eddie was silently hanging onto Richie’s every word. He was gripping Richie’s hand tighter because subconsciously, he was terrified of letting Richie go. Tears that matched the other’s began to well in eyes.

“I met this guy who gave me my first gun - this little Glock. Truthfully, I should’ve just buried that gun in the backyard or something, because I had absolutely no reason to have one at all. Well, all I had at that point in my life was anger towards my parents and that dumb little gun.”

Richie went uncharacteristically quiet then, swallowing thickly. Eddie could only imagine what Richie’s eyes must look like right now. Were they sorrowful? Or rather, were they the eyes of a frightened child who made a mistake?

“One night, a mixed of teenagers and adults were all in an abandoned parking lot, drinking, when this guy kept teasing me about the dumb fucking glasses on my face, of all the stupid things. Naturally, the rest of them started egging me on to do something about it. Honestly, I just wanted to be left the fuck alone, because I had gotten in the wrong path of a Jack Daniel’s bottle earlier. Neither side would shut the fuck up and it was escalating to a physical level, so pulled out my Glock. Shot the guy in the leg. Nobody could actually believe that I did it. I love the release -- the rush! -- I felt from it, so much so that I became ‘the guy that will shoot you if you cross him.’ And the rest? Well, you’d be surprised the kind of things people will pay a trigger happy person to do.”

When it all came out, Richie felt as if he could breathe. Surprisingly, Eddie’s hand was still gripping his. Still, he was almost scared to glance over and see the other’s reaction. But, this is like a highway pileup situation, where you simply just can’t look away, no matter how horrific. So, he looked out of the corner of his eyes.

Eddie was crying. There were tear tracking down his face, glittering in the light of the New York skyline.

Goddamnit.

That’s the one thing he didn’t want to do - make Eddie cry.

He’d much rather have Eddie be disgusted and angry with him, treating him like he was the Son of Satan.

But no. The guy was crying silently and gently as if felt hurt for Richie, a masked murderer.

“I knew you hated it at home, but I didn’t think it was that bad,” he muttered, wiping away tears. “I should’ve tried harder to be there for you. I should’ve called or wrote or something. I was literally the worst best friend ever.”

No. No. No. Richie did NOT want Eddie to blame himself for this because he knew if he did, then the guy would carry guilt (that wasn’t his!) forever. If he remembers one thing correctly, it’s that Eddie carries guilt as if it’s one of his vital organs, meaning he refuses to part with it. It’s what made Sonia Kaspbrak so successful at being a manipulative mother.

Richie grabbed Eddie’s face with his hands, turning it towards his still masked face. His eyes were wide in shock, and Richie kinda wished he could drown in those big brown pools right now.

“Dude, I chose to shoot people. Literally, none of it is your fault. You’re not a terrible friend, but you are dumb if you think you could’ve stopped me.”

Once again, the room was silent, as Eddie attempt to search Richie’s masked face for any dishonesty, only being disappointed when he realized he can’t read anything from a mask. He reached for the seam on Richie’s neck.

Richie immediately jumped away from the touch, putting a considerable distance between him and Eddie. He wishes he hadn’t when he sees the hurt look in Eddie’s eyes.

“You don’t trust me?” Eddie sniffled.

Of course, Richie trusted Eddie. He just didn’t trust himself to be able to handle Eddie’s reaction.

Instead of voicing this, he chose to just rip the band-aid off and take his mask off so Eddie would stop looking at him like that.

“I’m still hotter than your mom,” Richie half-joked, as he sat there, bare to Eddie, who did not vomit.

These were good signs.

Gently, Eddie reached out to run his hands over the scarred skin, feeling the uneven texture and scabs. He retracted his hand when Richie let out a hiss.

“It must be sensitive,” Eddie mumbled.

“Pretty ugly, right?” Richie said in a self-deprecating tone.

Eddie vigorously shook his head, forcefully grabbing Richie’s face in his hands. He was wearing a stubborn look on his face, and Richie knew this wasn’t a battle he was going to win.

“I like this better,” he confessed. “I like being able to see your eyes. Did you get contacts? They’re nice, dumbass.”

Richie just stared at Eddie in shock, which Eddie absolutely loved seeing in his eyes. He hated trying to communicate with Richie through that dumb mask.

“By the way,” Eddie started, stifling a laugh, “you were pretty ugly when we were kids too.”

Finally, Eddie left out his laugh, which Richie couldn’t help but join in on.

Maybe, he was meant to find Eddie after all.

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supergirlimaginesfic-blog · 7 years

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Dating Kara Danvers (Meeting you was like finally coming home)

Request: henlo can u do an imagine where reader is dating kara and reader has been best friends with lena since forever and kara gets really jealous and stuff ;)

a/n: apparently I was in a mood for fluffy angst Kara. I feel like I haven’t written one of those yet!! Kara has so much grief and a bunch of other emotions to unpack and I feel like the show did a pretty good job of covering that, but like the garbage monster I am, I need more. There is so much potential there and I am so fascinated by that part of her story. It’s the thing for me that makes her so much more compelling, it’s that thing that gives her that other dimension.

But also, I love easygoing, huge nerd Lena, I’d protect her with my entire life. I stopped midway through writing this and took a two hour nap. I feel like it might have paid off LOL. As always, I love seeing your prompts, requests, all the things you send me. Let me know what you wanna see and I’ll do my best to do it justice :D thank you so much for reading y’all!

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You barely manage to not spit out your coffee as Lena interrupts your drinking with a particularly dirty joke. Sometimes you can hardly believe people are really so convinced that Lena is just a cold, calculating shell of a woman, but you figure she takes some comfort in that.

The truth is, she is so much more than that. You know the CEO Lena Luthor is a caricature of a phoenix - rising from the ashes of something once ugly and emerging as something beautiful and good. You love your best friend for that.

Even when you were six years old and she was five (she is just two months younger than you, thank you very much) you could tell she had so much light in her. It was a light that couldn’t be contained - her mind was just everywhere and she wanted to do all the things. Where her family wanted to wield that power and have their hands all over everything that could promise another peg in their overbearing legacy, Lena was a beacon of energy and goodness.

She was eight years old when she corrected your science teacher and informed him that what he was using to try and teach the class to explain the current lesson was something that was in the next unit in the curriculum, and with wide eyes and bated breath, you waited for the inevitable repercussions that awaited your best friend. Instead, your teacher just smiled, staring at the whiteboard as he amended his mistake and thanked Lena.

She was thirteen years old and you were getting into your obsession with hardcore metal bands and overhauling your entire wardrobe with band shirts and skate attire when she swept the Mathletics contest with ease. You teasingly referenced Mean Girls and her heroic likeness to a certain Cady Heron, which you were pleased to find she appreciated a lot.

You were sixteen years old when you found out she could graduate high school a year ahead of you, probably even more, and she looked sadly at you after she’d told you. The two of you were hanging out in your room, she was leaning against your bedframe and you were hanging upside down off the edge of your bed just at her feet.

“Why do you look like I just kicked your dog?”

“I don’t have a dog, how do you know what I would look like as if you’d just kicked my dog?”

“If anyone looked anything other than totally mortified and betrayed by the universe if something like that ever happened to their dog, I wouldn’t even be talking to them, actually.”

She chuckled dejectedly and you figured you’d take whatever small wins you could get.

“Seriously, quit moping. We already both know you’re a freakin’ genius. Don’t prove everyone wrong and not take the best opportunity of your life.”

“What if I am happy now?”

“Well then, you don’t accept the university offer and you wait. You’re desirable enough, all those universities will come scrambling over each other for you any time.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes at you. “And what if I want to?”

“Then don’t do anything that will make you unhappy - you take all the chances you can get and you own it.”

“But how do I know what I want and what would be good for me? What if they’re two different things? I feel like they’re not mutually exclusive. I’ve kinda been feeling that a lot lately.” Lena’s forehead crinkled in contemplation and you clicked your tongue at her, seeing her genuinely torn.

“You’re my best friend. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the entire time I’ve known your insufferably smart, gorgeous, and kinda ignorant ass, it’s that you can mess up so hard but still make it look good. Even if you realize you did the wrong thing, you can always pick back up. You know how to make things work. You figure it out all the time. That’s you.” You jabbed a finger in her direction, lifting yourself up to see her small grin.

“It must be so lonely being one of the youngest freshmen in university. I’d miss you a lot.”

“Yeah, and I’ll miss your dumb face a lot too. At least I’ll know you’ll be doing all that learning and thriving so you can hustle when we’re older and you can provide for me for the rest of my life.”

“I feel like you want me gone for all the wrong reasons.” She quirked an eyebrow at you and gave you a challenging look.

“Is it so wrong of me to wish the most success for my best friend so she can maybe always order the pizza whenever we hang out once she becomes wildly rich?” You asked her earnestly.

She laughed fully again, nudging your body with her foot and looking pleased as you grunted in annoyance. “I’d do more than that. You always hog the last piece. I’d order two pizzas, just to shut you up.”

You gasped, “Wow, rude.”

And so it was, years later and now in your twenties, you found yourself sitting across from her desk, Lena really a sight to behold as she presides over her family’s company, L-Corp. What the public don’t know, though, was that behind closed doors, the CEO of National City’s most affluent company just casually insinuated your girlfriend looked like she loved being rough with you in bed.

A little bit of coffee dribbled from your mouth when you barely managed to contain yourself. You wiped away at your lips as she smirked at you behind her own cup.

“You... are a little shit.”

“You’ve still yet to refute my observations.” She replies cheekily.

“Yeah, well, you can kiss my ass if you think I’m going to indulge you.”

“I’ll leave that for Kara to do, darling.”

You huff indignantly again and throw a crumpled up napkin at her face. It bounces off her easily and she laughs at you.

“In all seriousness though, how are you and Kara?” She looks fondly at the soft smile you make.

“So great, Lena. I didn’t think it’d be this easy dating a superhero either? We’ve been together for a few months now and it may just be a short while but I feel so much lighter with her around. I can feel the difference. My life’s just so much simpler with her.”

Lena smiles brightly, “I’m so happy for you. You deserve simplicity.”

“When are you going to find someone to itch your needs?”

She grunts at your question, “Do you really have to phrase it like that? Anyway, you know I’m rather busy. L-Corp is on the up and up now and I can’t afford any distractions.”

“You deserve a life of simplicity too, Lena.”

“Ah, but with the way my life is going now? The fortune cookie my mother read when I was seven said I’d be destined for great things, don’t you know this? Anyway, if I had a hunk like Kara in my life I don’t think I’d be able to get anything done, so I commend you, especially in the mornings-”

You toss a pencil in her direction this time and she just dodges the attack. She laughs melodiously as you send her a dark look, trying futilely to hide the blush that is quickly colouring your cheeks.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and Kara’s head pops through the small opening.

“Oh, hey (Y/N), I didn’t realize you’d be here today. Hi Lena.” She smiles as she slips her whole body through, closing the door behind her.

“Hey babe.” You duck your head as your eyes widen slightly, still trying to hide the blush Lena successfully drew out of you.

Kara notices the blush on your cheeks, tilting her head with a small smile. “What were you two talking about? I could come back later if you want. Snapper gave me the entire day to be out of the office.”

“Nothing! Nothing worth knowing.” You remark almost too quickly and Lena is grinning as her eyes twinkle with mischief.

“You two are swoon-worthy. Hello, Kara- goodness, is it 12:30 already? I’m so terribly sorry, I lost track of time! Your girlfriend here deemed it necessary to derail my entire day.” She jokes good-naturedly.

You scowl at her and reply instantly, “You love me. Who else is going to remind you to come back down to earth with that inflated ego of yours.”

“It may be said I merely tolerate you. Regardless, I’m sure half of the city’s populace would be more than willing to do that job for you.” She purses her lips into a smirk and Kara watches your interaction.

“No need to leave, Kara, I’ll get out of your hair, for your jobs’ sake. Don’t let her get under your skin.” You look pointedly at Lena, addressing your last remark to Kara. You stand up and make the short distance to walk to your girlfriend, leaning up on your toes to give a quick peck on her lips.

She smiles dumbly and bites her lip after you kiss her - you have to tear your eyes away if you want to make it out of Lena’s office with some of your decency left.

“I’ll see you later. Text me when you’re coming home.” You whisper to her.

You toss a “Goodbye, loser,” to Lena over your shoulder and you see as she waves her entire arm excessively as you leave.

You go back home and manage to get a good chunk of your work done. Some days more than others you feel absolutely thrilled that you have a job that allows you to work from home on your computer. That’s when you get a text from Kara.

Kara: “Baby, I’m back at the office. Snapper called me back and wants us to stick around. I’m gonna be stuck here for a little bit longer than I realized :( I wish I could leave now, I was so excited to see you”

You smile to yourself, feeling a little bummed out for your girlfriend.

you: “Awww I’m sorry babe!! do you know how much longer you’ll be? Maybe I can bring you a special something to tide you over? What have you eaten today??”

You contemplate the admittedly extensive list of Kara’s favourite food haunts, and you wonder which three of the fifty places she hasn’t eaten at today.

Kara: “You know you could bring nothing but your cute little self and I’d be more than thrilled to see you.”

Kara: “You don’t have to come though, please stay home and relax. I’ll catch up to you when I can!”

you: “wow, I’m more exciting than food? To you?? That’s a big statement Kara. Well if it’s no trouble, I’ll pop by quickly anyway. I feel like I haven’t seen you all day. I feel like someone deserves a box of Katherine’s donuts.”

Kara: “ohhh you, if you insist. <3″

You eventually make your way to CatCo after stopping by Katherine’s Cafe, a bakery that’s seen more of you and Kara as much as your own apartment. You make your way through the building and smile as you wave to some of Kara’s co-workers, greeting Winn quickly as you see his dejected form slump just barely lift off his desk to return a lazy wave to you.

You get to Kara’s office and knock on the door, hearing her soft “Come in” to let you know to go through. When you close the door behind you, there’s a mountain of papers stacked haphazardly all over her desk and you see just a little bit of Kara sitting at her desk before you see her properly when she stands.

She opens her arms fully and you set your box down before making your way to her. She leans as much of her bodyweight as she’ll allow into your slightly shorter frame and sinks into your embrace.

“It’s starting to feel like some of this is a job that even Supergirl can’t handle.”

You chuckle into her chest and look up at her, kissing her chin before she gets the idea and kisses your lips as you both sigh.

“You’re Supergirl with or without the cape. And even without all those special powers of yours, you’re still my superhero.”

She smiles lazily as she rubs at her temples, a habit you know she started once in pretense to act human which has grown into a frustrated quirk of its own anyway. You leave her embrace reluctantly to move the box of donuts on a slightly smaller table that isn’t covered in documents.

“Kathy says hey, by the way.”

Kara’s sat in her chair and motions for you to come over. You grin as you make your way to sit on her lap - having a near invincible girlfriend who punches cars for fun was a cool perk of a relationship. You could practically climb her and she wouldn’t bat an eye.

“I love that woman, she should get more credit for those addictive baked goods of hers.”

She wraps her arms around your middle as your arms rest on her shoulders. You massage the back of her neck and she lets out a heavy sigh.

“Really rough day huh? How was your interview with Lena?”

“Good, good as always. We barely got through the interview when Snapper called me. Didn’t have a chance to have a proper conversation that didn’t have to do with work.”

You hum as you let your fingers run through her hair, you’ve let her hair come down to give her some reprieve.

“I’m glad you and Lena are great friends. I love that my best friend and girlfriend don’t have to pretend to like each other.”

Kara laughs as she buries her face into your chest. You can barely hear her speak.

“No, Lena’s great. She talks about you a lot. It’s so awesome watching how different she is with you.”

“You’re pretty close to her too. She trusts you and you trust her.”

Kara is silent for a moment and you have the slightest creeping suspicion that she’s fallen asleep. You wouldn’t actually be too surprised if she did. Her reply is muffled though and you can’t make out what she’s said.

“What was that, baby?”

Kara whines lowly when she realizes she has to repeat what she said, seeming to not have intended for you to hear her remark.

“I just said I wish I had a person like that.”

You lean back and give your girlfriend a soft look, your hands coming around to cup her face.

“You don’t have to be lonely, baby. You’re not alone. You have so many people who love you. We love you so much. For some of us, we’d even die for you.”

She clicks her tongue and her forehead crinkles. “You know I wouldn’t want that.”

“No, but it’s true.”

“It’s just silly, it’s stupid, it’s such an unpleasant thought. It makes me feel greedy. I have Alex in my life and she’s the best sister. I can’t ask for a better sister. She’s done so much for me and she’s lived her whole life to do things to protect me and she does it all so selflessly. You have Lena and you’re an only child and she’s like your sister. I don’t know why I should be jealous, it’s so unbelievably selfish of me.”

You melt at your girlfriend’s words and Kara squeaks softly as she realizes her admission.

“Baby, you’re jealous?”

She mutters into your body again, you realize she’s done it purposely this time but you let it slide.

“I just want you to know there’s no need to be jealous of me and Lena. We’re close as best friends can be. You and Alex also share a very special relationship that could seem difficult to get into sometimes. It actually terrifies me as much as it awes me, the lengths she’d go for you.”

You can hear Kara huff in laughter and you continue playing with her hair.

She replies after a moment of contemplation. “Lena is your Alex, that’s how I see it and I totally get it. I just guess sometimes... sometimes- it’s so bad. I really hate that I think this at all. It makes me feel like I’d change Alex, but I wouldn’t! I don’t ever want to change Alex.” She adds in quickly, and you let her continue, knowing she has to say her piece.

“It’s just, sometimes I wish I had a person I could choose. Like the relationship you and Lena have, sometimes I wish I’d met someone under circumstances where we weren’t forced to learn how to be around each other. One where we could just be. I wouldn’t have it any other way with Alex though, not at all. It’s just something I’ve always wanted to experience. But sometimes...” Kara inhales deeply and holds her breath before she lets it all out slowly. She moves her face away from your body and leans into your touch, allowing you to continue your soft work of massaging her head.

“Sometimes, Alex reminds me of my childhood. She reminds me of all the good, and all the bad, and all the in between. And whenever I think of this ugly loneliness I feel, I think about home too. And I think about what it’d be like if I still had a planet I could go back to, if I could just leave and fly back to my family and my friends after a while. I know it’s so much to ask for, to have two planets to call home. But I’ve learned to love Earth. Earth is my home now, and my life is so great here. It’s just, sometimes without meaning to, I’m reminded of the vast oneness I carry and I can’t even share Krypton with Clark. Seeing you with Lena today just brought it back and I really didn’t want to pin this on you today, god I’m so sorry- I’m not blaming you at all or anything. I guess I just had that all in my head and I never actually said it out loud before until now-”

“Kara.” You bring her face gently towards you and she lets herself be pulled towards you. You run a thumb gently over her lips as her mouth slightly parts, looking at you with wet eyes.

“Baby come here,” you kiss her softly and slowly, taking your time and letting Kara pull away.

Her breathing steadies as a tear falls from her eye, and you wipe her cheek with a thumb. Your words are barely a whisper when finally one of you speaks again.

“I’m so sorry you feel that way. I can never understand your pain. It pains me so greatly that I, or anyone else, could never understand the true depths of your losses. I so wish for there to be a way I can easily fix it with a snap of my fingers or a wish. It’s not that simple though.”

You bring her close to you again and she lets herself become enveloped in you.

“I’m glad you told me, Kara. You are so strong. You’re the bravest person I know. You inspire me every day. Every day you go out, live your life, and save others too, and you could very easily be bitter and resentful. But your heart is so good. You are so good, baby, and sometimes you are so good that we don’t deserve you, but you’re still out here loving and laughing and I love you so much for it.”

You hear her sniffle as she replies coarsely. “I love you too.”

“Good.”

She laughs slightly and you smile. “I love that you can trust me with little bits of your history. You are an entire world, Kara. It’s so amazing that you’re here and I get to kiss you, that I get to love you the way I can and that I can hear all these stories from you.”

“I like telling you.” She adds her next statement so softly, it could get lost in the air. “You make me feel like I’m coming home.”

Despite your resolute intention not to cry, you can feel a suspicious onslaught of unshed tears threatening your eyes, and Kara is on a mission to do exactly that.

“It’s so tiring sometimes; remembering you’re the last of your people. It’s like most days, remembering means doing everything you can to forget about it. And that’s not what Krypton deserves. That’s not what my family or my planet deserves. I want to live to honour their memory. But it’s also not fair to the life I have here. I don’t want to live with one foot out the door. My life is so good here, and I have people who love me so much that most days it feels like loneliness is a trivial thing in the grand scheme of the people in my life and the loyalty we share with each other. The little things just add up, and remembering it is like falling into a deep, dark pit of emptiness that I can’t come back from. I try so hard not to fall into that. I guess today was just one of those days I was forced to realize it again.”

You run your hands over Kara’s back soothingly, rubbing in calming patterns that you know helps ease her.

“You don’t have to forget Krypton. No matter what you do, you are honouring your planet. You survived against the odds, and I think there’s a reason for that. Someone or something out there knew you were special and that you would stand by Krypton the way it deserves. Your people would be so proud of you.”

You’re both crying freely now, and you wonder how a surprise visit to CatCo and a box of donuts could have ended up like this.

“You don’t have to do it alone either, Kara. We’re here for you if you need us. We’re here for you if you want us to help, and we’re here for you if you want to figure it out alone. Whatever you need from us, we’ll do it because we love you. You deserve to be happy and you deserve to feel worthy of a life of happiness. Don’t live in the fear of forgetting your home. Everything you’ve done so far and everything you’re going to do, you do it with such greatness. You are the best thing that Krypton has created.”

“I love you, (Y/N). I may have lost a planet but I found another. You’re the thing I want to live for and you’re the one I want to be better for.”

You rub at your eyes, inhaling sharpy in some attempt to suck all the tears back into your eyes. Kara looks up at you smiling widely, more than you’d seen her do all day, and she kisses you passionately.

You’re laughing into the kiss when she starts becoming grabby, you’d picked up on the hint when she started tugging up on your shirt. You’d barely kept your composure, remembering you were in her office and you had to swat her hands away much to her adorable frustration.

“Let’s go home, Kara. I don’t think you’re going to get any work done now.”

“Can we maul that box of donuts too? I’m in the mood for a romcom.”

“Alright, you got it, nerd.”

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dasolution-ns · 4 years

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The Culling of Cara Delevingne and Ashley Benson

A Cara Delevingne and Ashley Benson slam fic.

Part of This Bloody Island series

After sending those three bi-slut losers of Love Island to their graves, I got wind that a famous model and girlfriend was nearby in London. Since I was on This Bloody Island, I figured that I will pay a visit to someone I wanted to get rid of for a long, long, time.

I was able to break into Cara’s house easily because as the late, great George Harrison could have attested to you, British home security ain’t worth shit. A dead giveaway that I was in Cara’s house what that I saw a Chelsea Football Club flag in there. Cara is a Chelsea fan, and it’s perfect because that fake plastic club attracts a lot of fake people, such as Cara. As soon as I got int the house, I saw Cara and Ashley, in the kitchen, eating pork pies with chicken and apricots. Well, at least they weren’t porking each other, or sucking on someone’s chicken.

I walked up to the kitchen and said, “Enjoying your pork pie with chicken? Because this is the last time you two bi-sluts are going to enjoy pork and chicken at the same time.” Of course it’s true. I have to keep my motto going: If it’s a bi, then it must die.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Bloody hell, it’s him!” Cara scream.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Ashley screamed back.

“That’s right, bi-slut bitch. I’m gonna send your pendulum-swinging ass to a bloodied hell.”

Cara, thinking that she was the “man” in the relationship, thought she could take me on. She was wrong, very wrong. She tried to swing at me, but I blocked it and give her a few shot to the ribs followed a left to the face. She stumbled back to the wall. Then I went right after Ashley, gave her a straight right to her face. Hey, if she wants to BE LIKE A MAN, she should be allowed to take a BEATING LIKE A MAN!

Ashley tried to escape like a coward, leaving her supposed “love of her life” behind, but I closelined her and she fell on her flat ass. I grabbed Ashley by the throat and said to her. “Look her, you stupid-ass bi-slut bitch, I’m gonna show you what real bi-bashing is all about. It’s the same one that Katie Hill experienced, and so will you!”

“Please, please! I don’t wanna go out like Afrika Bambaataa did!”

I had to correct her on that one. “That was gay-bashing what I did to that sick-ass pedo-fag. Have you mess with anybody younger than 18 after you turned 20?”

“No.”

“Then at least you’re not as sick as that pedo-fag was. Still, I’m gonna show you what real bi-bashing is all about.” I got to my bag and brought out The Rock, a slightly-larger-than-hand-sized rock capable of laying the smackdown on those bi-slut candy asses such as Ashley and Cara. That’s what they get for rocking the three colours (the bisexual flag colour).

I proceed to introduce The Rock to Ashley’s face a couple of times, screaming at her nasty bi-slut ass at the same time.

“FUCK-YOU-BI-SLUT! FUCK-YOU-BI-SLUT!”

Next, I layed the Smackdown on Ms. Bad Eybrows.

“DIE-YOU-BI-SLUT! DIE-YOU-BI-SLUT!”

Those damn eyebrows were starting to get to me. So I got some facial wax strips from my bag and rip off those damn ugly-ass eyebrows of hers.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” she screamed in pain, as her eyebrows and a good amount of her flesh were on the strip.

Ashley was clearly upset over this. “You maniac! You homophobic and biphobic bastard! You… SMACK.”

“Shut da fuck up, bitch! I’m not done yet with torturing you two!”

I had to give the bitch the John McEnroe Special, a left-handed backhand slap across the face.

Now I despise threesomes, a ritual for flaky bi-sluts, but I always make it an exception when it comes to the only bisexual I can stand. The Solution. A modified cricket bat used for straightening out swing-sets like Cara and Ashley. It has a titanium core with a crossed-out flag of the fags and a crossed-out flag of the dykes on one side. On the other-side is a crossed-out flag of the bi-sluts and a crossed-out flag of the transmutants.

As soon as I pulled it out of my bag, fear struck on their face.

“Oh bloody hell, it’s Da Solution.”

“Bloody hell indeed, you sodding bitch! Let’s make it threesome, shall we?”

I quickly grabbed Ashley and told her this as I smack the shit outta her with The Solution.

“This is for being bland and boring! CRACK!” “And this is for appearing in that sorry-ass show Pretty Little Liars! CRACK!” “And this is for eating Cara’s English Muffin, you nasty, ugly, bi-slut whore! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!”

Now it’s Cara’s turn to swing with The Solution.

“This is for having those ugly-ass eyebrows of yours! CRACK!” “And this is for being a Chelsea fan. A money-made team with no history! CRACK! CRACK!” “And this is for being a nasty, disgusting, filthy, sodding bi-slut bitch! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

However, I wasn’t done yet.

“Nobody can say your bi-slut gay-asses! Not Cindy Crawford, not Kate Moss, not Gisele Bundchen, not Tyra Banks, not Gigi Hadid, not Kate Upton and her big-ass titties, something you don’t have Cara, not even Adriana Lima’s ugly-ass. Not the fake plastic Chelsea Football team, who you probably slept with every member of, not Paris Jackson, and especially not Michelle Rodriguez, because I killed that bitch!”

“YOU DID WHAT??!!” She screamed.

“You heard me! I killed that bitch. I found her at a place in California and proceed to torture the shit outta her before finishing her off!”

After that, she started to cry, but I could care less. Then I changed my focus to Ashley Benson.

“And nobdy can save your bi-slut ass. Not Troian Bellisario, not Sasha Pieterse, not Shay Mitchell, not Janel Parrish, not Holy Marie Combs, and absolutely, positively not me! Nor George Benson, nor Lloyd Benson, nor Uncle Ben, and not even Benson from the old TV show can save your gay-ass.”

Then I pull out my Glock 17, to put and end of their sickness. After all, only a bullet in the head can cure those people. First was Ashley Benson.

“I don’t wanna die!” The bitch said while crying.

“Well, tough. You gonna die now!” I pulled the trigger and that was it for Ashley. Now Cara started to cry immensely.

“You heartless, bigoted bastard!”

“Thanks for the complement, Cara. I just killed two of your exes, do you know how that feels? Wonderful!” So I put the gun right at her forehead and told her, “I will take great pleasure in killing your wilderbeast-eyebrows-having bi-slut ass!” Then I pulled the trigger. Both bitches are now dead.

Now that’s what I call a good day. Cleaning out those people from the gene pool. Now, where should I go next? Why not continue on and make this island a lot bloodier?

THE BLOODY END.

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kingminie · 7 years

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blazing arrows [jimin feat. jungkookie]

❝The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin—I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue.❞

⌲ genre: fluff, angst, future smut, & supernatural, au.

⌲ member: jimin feat. jungkookie

⌲ word count: 4891

⌲ warnings: future mature content & shit tons of swearing.

↠ description: Stuck in what seemed to be an unrequited relationship with Jeon Jungkook who just so happens to be in committed relationship with someone else as well, your heart was fragmented beyond any repair. So what exactly happens when you wake up at 3 in the morning to find the culprit of your hellish misery, nonchalantly counting his gold-tipped arrows on the foot of your bed—wings outstretched and all?

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"Has your mouth become dysfunctional from all the day-to-day shit you've been spewing or something? Because frankly speaking, loser, seaweed mustache does not really suit you—most especially if your heading to your girlfriend's place in less than an hour."

Pausing his outrageous assault on the pack of seaweed snacks you had bought for yourself—huge emphasis on the statement that it was supposed to be your face being stuffed by the heavenly seaweed snack, but no, he just had to flipping snoop through your stuff like an isolated monkey seeing bananas for the first time after being intentionally deprived of it—he actually had the audacity to flash his annoyingly perfect set of teeth and straight up laughed.

"Unless of course, she digs that," you snorted, "Who am I to judge?"

His hands—which were disgustingly tainted with seasonings and seaweed stains—let go of the empty snack bag and without any further hesitation pinched your cheeks firmly, your skin feeling the residue of the lumpy granules that were now, no doubt, strewn all over your face; his high-pitch laughter unveiling its existence as he relentlessly catered his own amusement from your resigned torment, his delight fueled in its maximum when you scrunched your nose up in disdain, causing him to squeeze your cheeks a tad bit tighter. He then leaned closer towards your face, a wide smile on his face that you became afraid his cheeks would stay frozen, "She'll dig me however I am."

Jungkook bent down to retrieve his trash he had previously thrown, leaving you to roll eyes in utter exasperation as you blew off the residues of the snack from your face, "You're a nuisance in my life. Seriously, why am I putting up with you?"

He chuckled, "You know you wouldn't have it any other way." He returned to stand in front of you and you hurriedly took a step back in surprise at the sudden close proximity between you. You stayed silently still as his hands hovered above your face, hands tightly clenching the back of your shirt as the tips of his fingers gently wiped off the rest of the particles that dusted your face, "There. Now everyone can clearly see your ugly face."

"Are you sure we're not talking about your face?" You snorted as you push him back, walking around him, heading toward the cotton candy stand that you had been eyeing the second you both had set foot on the fair grounds. "I swear, if you take even as much as the tip of my cotton candy, I will end yo—oof." You felt as if your lungs had been pulled out right underneath your chest as your air circulation suddenly took a hit as all of Jungkook's weight was poured all over your own when he jumped on your back, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he clung to you for dear life it seemed, leaving you to try and carry both your weights in both legs.

"Get off, asshole!" You were supposed to be angry with him, really, but the hint of laughter coating the end of your protest seemed to gave the hilarity of the situation away. "My god, I hate you."

Your fingers fastened underneath his thighs, pushing him a little bit higher on your back as he continued to giggle like a middle-school boy, a wide grin spreading over your face as his laugh echoed throughout your ears. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his smile glowing in your peripheral vision, "Love you, too, dork." Then his lips were momentarily on your cheeks that you had to suddenly turn the other way around—away from him—in hopes that he won't be able to get a glimpse of the fiery blush that had spread like wildfire all over your cheeks. Jesus, the fuck is wrong with you?

"Excuse me," a soft-spoken voice from the side got both your heads turning the other way. A girl timidly stood, rocking on her heels back and forth as she smiles apprehensively, camera in hand, "Is it okay if I take your picture? I really apologize to disturb you like this but it's just, you look really adorable and I really just want to film genuine photos like th—"

"Go ahead," You feel Jungkook shrug behind you, flashing her his adorable bunny-like smile before whispering in your ear, "See? Everyone digs my seaweed mustache. Now, go forward, peasant."

When he noticed that you weren't moving, his gaze moved towards your phone where Taehyung sent you a text and you barely typed in a response when your phone was plucked out of your hands by the caveman clinging on your back—which was on the verge of breaking—and he literally whined his ass off, "I want cotton candy."

"Then get off my back and buy it yourself, you freaking brat." He pouted but got off you nonetheless, giving you the breathing room your lungs incredibly longed for. Ruffling your hair, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist before dragging you towards the cotton candy stand.

Your mouth nearly watered at the dozens of cotton candy wraps being hanged on the top wire inside the truck. Variety of flavors ranging from pink vanilla to blue bubblegum were piled on a sinful triangle behind the smiling vendor—a boy around your age that was clearly ogling on Jungkook whose eyes were feverishly jumping from one pack of candy to another, what seemed to be a fixed giggle on his throat as he skipped back beside you, coiling his arm around your own as he started to jump in place. The fuck is he, eight? "Weirdo."

"Can we get all?" Why do you feel like a mother taking his son out for the first time? "I want bubblegum—no, I want the watermelon, oh my god, no, I want the cherry one."

"We'll get two triple flavors, please," You tightly smiled at the person behind the counter who was pursing his lips to conceal his laugh at Jungkook who was biting his lower lips in utter excitement while you what seemed to be a ethereal grunt was evident on your face. "Bubblegum, watermelon, and cherry on one and vanilla, bubblegum, and raspberry on the other. How much is it?"

"That'll be four and fourty."

He handed the bags of heavenly confection to you, Jungkook not wasting another second more when he ripped the bag open, immediately stuffing his face with the sugary sweets, nearly ripping the middle of his pants when he suddenly got into a squatting position in front you, his back facing you, all the while inhaling the candy. "Hop on."

Grinning, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, crossing your knees in front of his torso once he stood up, walking around the fair. "This is good."

"What is?" He chuckled, "The cotton candy? Or us finally hanging out?"

"Hm, both." You pushed his head a bit, just enough to acquire a grunt from him, "You seem to be really busy these days."

"Try getting yourself a boyfriend and you'll see why." The suggestive tone lacing his voice was enough to put a ridiculed sneer on your face—and maybe, a little bit of coated sadness underneath your veiled mask. "Actually, no, don't get one yet." You see his face scrunch up in disdain, his lips turning down in a frown and his nose adorably scrunching up. "I'm still not ready to see you all grown up, child."

"You hypocr—" Whatever insult you wanted to throw his way was suddenly cut off by the shrill ringing of his phone. As he went to retrieve it from his pocket, you rest your cheek against your arm that was on top of his shoulders, eyes simply trained on him as he spoke.

"Hey, babe." Oh my god, did someone shoot you? Because you were sure the pain you were feeling was from the hole that your heart was currently catering. "You're here? Really? Where are you?"

As he looks around the local fair, you gently tapped his arm—the one which was steadying you on behind him—motioning for him to let you off his back. You dusted yourself off once your feet once again touched the ground, a sigh escaping your mouth as you did so. These days, you rarely had time to spent with Jungkook and once you did, his girlfriend always seemed to find a time to swoop in. Not that you didn't understand her, because really, you did. You had once tried to put yourself in her shoes and honestly, if you had Jeon Jungkook as your boyfriend, you wouldn't him away from you for too long too. But seeing the fact that you were just the best friend, you really had no right to intervene as she was the girlfriend, even if it meant that what once was yours and Jungkook's routine of spending the whole day together in the autumn fair with no distractions was cut short.

"Yeah, of course she's okay with it." Jungkook sent you an apologetic look, his fingers running back and forth through his lower lip, mouthing a quick apology as he scratched the back of his head, "No, no, we're on our way to you. I'll see you in a while, yeah? Yeah, bye baby, I love you too."

Trying to paste a smile on your face, your nose twitched as you pressed your palm against his lips when he opened his mouth, no doubt but to apologize to you once again, "If you apologize once more, I'm going to kill you. It's okay, no worries, really. Now, let's go. Wouldn't want her waiting for long now, would we?"

You turned around to walk ahead of him when his hands caught your wrist in a steel trap, enabling you to walk away any further. Biting your lip as if to control your rambling and actually have the courage to face him, you try to grin once more the moment you turned around. His mouth was set in a hard line of a distinguishable frown, "I'm really sorry. I know I promised to actually hangout with you with no disruptions but I..I let you down—"

"Kookie, I understand." You gently pried his hands off yours and patted it before letting go, "And as I have told you earlier, it's fine. It's completely fine so you don't really have to worry about letting me down because frankly, you didn't. I enjoyed this day riding rides, eating whatever we can, and the time I got to spend with you. Everything's okay, okay? Don't beat yourself up for over something so small." And because if you continue to apologize, I'll actually breakdown and ruin everything I've tried too hard concealing.

"You're really the best." He muttered, pulling you to his chest in a tight hug, and now, you were actually feeling the tears spring up to break out of the dam so you had no choice but to laugh it off and push him off with a harsh punch.

"Let go, you moron. And get this off—" Webs of cotton candy stained the skin that surrounded his mouth so you rolled your eyes as you picked it up from his face, "It's either you really have a dysfunctional mouth or you're just a complete and utter pig."

After that, you walked ahead of him, leaving him to trail behind with a smile on his face as he texted his girlfriend away on his phone, not realizing that it was the identical smile you have on your own lips the whole day you have been spending with him. What a fun life, right? Not.

Sometimes you wonder if you were really just that unfortunate or if life simply despised you enough to throw all miserable circumstances your way, making your life a straight up Friday the 13th movie every single flipping day—where not a day goes by that no unfortunate mishap happens to yourself. So, here you were, seated on the corner of the restaurant booth, silently sipping your milkshake to yourself, waiting for your unlucky mishap to happen since today had been running smoothly. Too smoothly for your own good. Or maybe, it was already the fact that right in front of you, was Jungkook and his girl friend, gag-worthily feeding each other along with the annoying and childish sounds that came out of their mouths whenever they did—this was the kind of Friday the 13th worth you whole existence, so you wouldn't be too surprised if no other unfortunate events may happen because this was enough to scar you your whole life.

[6:48 P.M.] Yoongi: you look like you're ready to hand yourself willingly to the grim reaper lol.

Almost dislocating your neck at the rate your head snapped up from your phone, you look around the diner for the familiar black-haired friend who you were sure was now catering his own amusement from your unending torture from the disgustingly sweet couple in front of you. And sure enough, in the opposite booth not too far away from your own, Min Yoongi was dressed in his signature black ripped jeans, red and black cardigan worn over his graphic tee, choking on his own drink as he observed you. You hastily made your way over his table, fucking unnoticed by your best friend and his girlfriend that were too engrossed with each other.

"Are you on a date?"

"Fuck no, couldn't a person eat here just because he's hungry?" Yoongi rolled his eyes, stuffing his face with the french fries. "You just look really ecstatic back there, don't you?"

You plopped yourself down on the seat beside him, stealing a piece of fries from his own tray, receiving a not-so-amused glance from Yoongi, "Why am I so unlucky?" Yoongi's eyes widened when your head dropped from your hand to the table with a loud thud.

"Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?" He sunk further into his own seat, eliciting an exhausted laugh from you as you observed him sipping his drink. "Don't look yet but Jungkook is looking like a lost rabbit looking around the place for y—what the fuck, I clearly said don't look yet."

You met Jungkook's eyes who were now focused on you as he breathe a sigh of relief with the way his shoulders moved, his eyes traveled to Yoongi and giving his friend a nod of acknowledgement, a grin gracing his features when he nudged his girlfriend before the both of them stood up with smiles on their faces, slowly walking towards Yoongi's table. "Why the fuck are they coming here? Shit, shit, shit, sh—"

"What's up, man? Why don't you join us?" Yoongi motioned towards the available seats across the both of you and you grit your teeth in annoyance, forcing a smile on your face as your hand slowly closed in on Yoongi's thighs underneath the table, pinching as hard as you can.

Jungkook's eyes narrowed a fraction when Yoongi covered what was supposed to be a shrill wail with a sharp gust of air through his gritted teeth, his hand clamping down on yours before lowering his lips near your ears, "What was that for?"

"Yeah, why don't you?" You were sure your laugh sounded pained and forced as you motioned, like Yoongi did, towards the chairs across you. "We eat can togeth—we can eat together."

"So, Ji Eun," Yoongi started, just as the two took their seats, "Seems like Kookie has been keeping you from us, I haven't seen you around lately. How've you been?"

She laughed and you clearly notice how Jungkook stared at her as she did—like she was an angel he's seeing for the first time—and you didn't how you handled seeing that without breaking down into tiny little pieces that were as small as her pearl earrings, "Did you, babe? I've been great, thank you, Yoongi."

Holy hell, you're in deep shit. Because out of the billions of people currently residing on the planet, it just had to be him—it really just had to be freaking Jeon Jungkook, someone who clearly saw you as nothing more than a best friend the day you met more than half of your existence ago, someone who had a girlfriend that was as good as the best could ever get, and someone taken and so out of reach you just had to go and one day fall for. You wanted nothing more than to hate him so that these useless feelings would be thrown away to the side, hopefully forgotten and never mentioned, but no, he just had to be your best friend—which clearly entails that he would never ever go away from every aspect of your life unless you ended your friendship with him, which can only happen the day after hell freezes over.

Realizing that the strings had been attached to Jeon Jungkook had been hands down the most complicated and toughest thing to ever happen in your life, and that's saying something from the daily mishaps that had happened to you from your grotesque everyday life. It was a rainy day back in high school and you had been both on the way back from school, stupidly forgetting your umbrellas on your school desks so you had to trudge under the rain. It had been on a sidewalk, waiting for the bus ride home when your eyes took notice of his lips, suddenly looking so enticing and how your heartbeat raced when his hands clasped your own to drag you up the vehicle—you knew then and there you were utterly fucked because you knew you had fallen for him and once you did, there really was no backing out of the endless abyss of feelings for the stupid brat no matter how much you try to pull back the strings that had already been attached. Now up to this day, these veiled feelings had been harshly pushed down underneath the smiles of motivation and support you had been giving him and his girlfriend.

"Stop that," Yoongi hissed in your ears, an exaggerated stretch of smile across his lips as he pinched your side—just enough to get you out of your worthless stupor, "It seems like you're really seeing the grim reaper and it's deadass scary, please stop."

"Sorry." You laughed, eliciting a disgruntled grunt from him when you hastily pulled his drink from the table and taking a mouthful of soda. "Thanks, Yoongi."

Jungkook laughed softly, pushing his glass of milkshake towards you with his knuckles. You flashed him a small smile before shaking your head in rejection of his generous offer, "Thanks though."

A frown laced his features for a second before it was quickly replaced by an excited smile. You follow his line of sight which were focused on the stage—a stool and a microphone situated in the middle. You opened your mouth in protest but he was already halfway through the diner, talking to a server who smiled and nodded eagerly from whatever Jungkook had requested.

He grinned at you from the stage, waving a bit and you slowly sunk down on the booth.

"Good evening, everyone." He tapped the microphone, "My name's Jungkook and I'm giving this a try tonight as much as my best friend doesn't like me too. Enjoy your food, guys."

Your heart dropped to your stomach when the opening melody started. It was the song you had danced to back in your room one night, the very night that your feelings and your miserable fate had been sealed. With his arms wrapped around your waist and your head on his chest, doing nothing but slow dancing in the middle of the room—it had been a night you'd pay whatever price it takes to be brought back.

"This song is dedicated to someone I truly love." He cleared his throat before sending a smile towards your table, "Lately, I've been thinking, thinking about what we had..."

He looked like an absolute angel and right then and there, you had the sudden urge to jump on the stage and hug the soul out of him. As the chorus got closer, he removed the microphone from its place before slowly walking down the stage, your eyes widening in exchange while he did so. The fuck is he doing?

"There's nothing like us," For the third time that day, your useless heart had dropped to the ground into little fragments as he knelt in front of Ji Eun, a huge smile on both their faces as they looked right into each other, your heart feeling as if he had actually ripped it right from your chest, before ripping it in half in front of you. How could you have been so stupid to actually think that it was for you when his flipping own girlfriend was right in front of you?

Maybe it was the small sliver of hope that still shone through around him that you kept on holding on to even though you that slightest bit of hope wasn't enough to have him for yourself. Maybe it was because you had been so incredibly stupid to actually think there was hope when in the first place, there was none. Or maybe, it was the simple fact that you had been so wrapped up in your own cloud of imagination with high hopes and impossible daydreams that there would actually be a day where Jeon Jungkook would actually be for you and not for her, not for anyone else. But sadly, whatever maybe's there would be, the outcome wouldn't be any much different.

"I know you can hold it in, you always do, so please don't let them fall now." Yoongi's hand grasped yours tightly underneath the hardwood and you can see him glancing at you from the corner of your eyes as he muttered under his breath.

"Maybe right now I can't stop them, Yoongi." Your vision went blurry and before either of the couple could notice, Yoongi has pulled you into his chest, awkwardly laughing to make it seem like you had just been disgusted at the too-cheesy novel-worthy actions of your best friend, "I think I have to get home before I fully breakdown and confess my feelings for him here. I have more class than that."

"Yeah, you go do whatever you got to do."

"Thanks, Yoongi." You gave him a full smile before you clear your throat, gaining the attention of the couple who were now laughing together. Jungkook raised an eyebrow, a blooming grin on his face as he awaited what you had wanted to say, "I'll have to go ahead. I forgot to feed my dog, Kisses. Silly me, huh? I'll see you around, Ji Eun. It's nice seeing you again, Yoongi, I'll text you soon. Bye, Kooks." You see Yoongi's what-the-fuck face and you immediately smacked yourself inside your head.

Then you were out the restaurant, trying hard to remain your cool and tried to hold yourself together just until you reach your house, where your pillows waited for another batch of tears that they seemed to be welcoming a whole lot lately.

"The hell is 'Bye, Kooks'?" Jungkook muttered to himself as he stared at your rushing figure, a small smile of amusement on his face when you literally ran straight into the door that clearly said pull. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion as a thought sunk into his mind that told him there was something wrong.

Because he knew you didn't have a dog named Kisses but he was certain you had a cat named Hershey.

[2:34 A.M.] Kookie: At least tell me what's wrong. Did I do something? :(

[2:39 A.M.] Kookie: Whatever I did, I'm so sorry. If this is about our hangout cut short today, I'm really sorry.

[2:41 A.M.] Kookie: You've got your read receipts on, I know you've read my messages and the fact that you're not answering me is proof enough that I've done something wrong. At least answer my calls, please :(

It wasn't his fault and you knew fully-well it isn't because all this mess was entirely made by you and your reckless decisions that always seemed to push you off the cliff of peril.

You hated how the typing bubble kept on floating from his side as you stared at the phone screen for the longest time before disappearing for a while and resurfacing the next second. You hated the fact that you knew he was restlessly lying on his bed, thoughts swarming his head on what he had done wrong, clutching his phone above his bed as he nibbled on his lips while he anxiously waited for a single reply from you. You hated the fact that you knew him well enough to know what he would be doing. You hated how you knew that he was blaming himself when in fact, not a sliver of whatever this mess is was his fault—no matter how much you wanted to blame someone else.

[2:51 A.M.] (Y/N): You didn't do anything wrong. I'm going to sleep now. Good night, Jungkook.

You see his contact resurface on the screen and you hastily rejected the call, throwing it on the opposite side of the couch, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you threw your head back on the couch, counting the lines on the ceiling in hopes to get your mind off everything else. I hate this, you thought to yourself.

You realized that the night seemed to be full of ceaseless sighs and unshed tears as you head towards the kitchen, ridding your living room of all your garbage when you went on the binge—countless wrappers of junk foods and chocolate wraps in one hand and the box of leftover pizza on the other.

You had been on the first step on your staircase when your phone rang once again on your hand and you groaned in frustration at Jungkook's persistence, "(Y/N)'s not here. You can call again tomorrow."

"Who is this, then?" Even though he sounded tired at first before amusement coated his voice.

"This is her twin she didn't tell you about who's on her way to sleep," You rolled your eyes as you continued to walk towards your bedroom.

"Let's be serious now," Jungkook sighed on the other side of the phone, "Is there anything wrong? Did I do something?"

"Jeon Jungkook," you huffed, "You stubborn kid." Your hands paused on your doorknob, a smile forming on your lips.

"I just want to know if I did something wrong. And if I did, tell me how to fix it." Warmth spread all throughout your chest at his tone that was genuinely confused.

"Honestly, it's not you. I was just having an off day and—what the hell?" Surprised, your phone slipped past your grip as soon as you had opened your room, almost falling off the railing when you took a sudden step back. Jungkook's faint frantic voice echoed and you quickly pulled your phone to your that was near your feet, "I'll call you later." Then, you hang up.

If it weren't for the fact that you were scared out of your wits that you became mentally and physically frozen, you would've taken notice how absolutely gorgeous and beautiful he was but the fact that his eyes also widened at the sight of you, his wings briskly standing in surprise behind him—hitting the ceiling with a loud thump so forcefully that it literally cracked—posture as stiff as a rock, his hands stopped throwing what seemed to be a long glistening arrow that were piled up on his feet, his lips in a perfect 'o' shape as he realized he had been caught in surprise. He released the arrow he's been holding with a sheepish smile and a quiet clink as it hits the pile, his fingers reaching up to scratch his nape.

You were literally frozen in actual shock, not moving a muscle—hell, you weren't even breathing—when he slowly walked forward before stopping right in front of you, his wings fluttering behind him in a slower pace. Just before you could open your mouth to ask who the fuck he was, his lips quirked up in wide shy smile that his eyes turned into nothing but tiny little crescents on his face and right then and there, you nearly died.

"The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin," he—as much as you detested saying it—adorably grinned that it reminded you of a squishy small child, before a slight blush dusted his cheeks, his hands reaching up to cover his eyes, only to peek at you the second after, "And I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue."

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