#anyway. to reiterate. all the love in my heart. this is a joke

[rotisseries]

i rarely see any memes in this tag, y'all only know how to be analytical or anxious

#byler #I say this with all the love in my heart btw but every post is a 3k word essay #and I read them all but also at this point it's just different phrasing of the same evidence every time bc y'all have gone through canon #with a fine toothed comb and you've definitely gotten all the shit you're gonna get out of it #canon is a rag completely worn out and threadbare from all the wringing y'all are doing #canon is a sad limp orange rind after all the juice squeezing you've done #canon has a desire path worn through it with all the pacing back and forth you guys have done on it #anyway you get my point #a lot. like a LOT of analyzing #and the posts that AREN'T analysis are all just the ''but what if it doesn't happen 🥺'' posts #bc y'all have a ''we're getting queerbaited'' breakdown about every six hours #anyway. to reiterate. all the love in my heart. this is a joke

[lust444men]

hiiiii i love your blog so much😭😭😭💕💕💕 I absolutely love this mechanic of sending requests🤭🤭

🌶 ex!hobie like an enemies to lover to enemies to lovers again omg does that make sense?😭

anyways have a gorgeous day/night <33 love u!💋

a/n finally starting this. I hope I do it justice for you, doll! I tried my best. I luv this idea sm! I fr and lowk did the plot of 10 things I hate ab you...warnings: praise, small degrading? mocking, p n v, slightly cunty hobie ngl, fem!reader, manhandling, slight dumbification? tad bit angsty, language obvi, angry/make-up sex

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you and hobie had a very difficult relationship. you hated each other all through secondary school, despised each other when you chose the same college, but by second year, you guys were dating. And in love. Or, so you thought. You had been dating each other for a little over eight months, and it was great. until you overheard his mates talking amongst themselves in the halls a few weeks ago.

"ya' owe Spike £50! he made 'er fall in love."

"But i' lasted more than a month! Tha' means I get £70." and other chatter, but by then your ears were ringing so loud you couldn't hear them.

you've never felt your heart drop deeper than that. since then, you had been avoiding Hobie like the damn plague. Every text, call, ignoring him in the halls, lessons. He didn't exist to you no more. you should've known, really. it was hobie. he didn't care about others' feelings. you thought he was in love with you...even though he never said those words, you thought the way he looked at you..spoke to you..touched you, held all his feelings. Guess you were fucking wrong.

you were walking home from college, your heart still heavy weeks later. you felt betrayed. but who were you to think Hobie could be a genuine, nice, committed person?

he's the same guy who threw a dictionary at your head in year 10.

you got dragged out your thoughts by someone following behind you, and you immediately recognised the thumping boots on the pavement.

"Oi! Wai' up." Hobie barked, his lanky stature making him next to you in no time. "The fuck is going on wit' you? Ya've been ignoring me fo' weeks!" He said, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"You noticed? Colour me surprised." You scoffed, not even looking at him, despite feeling his eyes bore into you. his face scrunched, eyes narrowing.

"A'ight, the fuck 'as gotten you into such a foul mood?" He asked curtly. You ignored him, letting out an incredulous huff. He really doesn't know what he did? What a dick.

You walked up the steps of your house, hearing him quickly follow you as you unlocked the door. Nobody was home, that'd be good if you get into a screaming match with hobie. You left the door open for him, knowing he'd just let himself in either way.

"Ya gonna fuckin' speak to me, or what?" He scoffed, slamming the door shut with his foot before approaching you. You couldn't help yourself.

"How much money did you get?" you spun round, throwing your bag to the armchair, along with your keys as you stared at him. You saw his face twitch, anger leaving, confusion and...worry replacing it.

"Wha'? What're you talkin' 'bout?" He asked, brows pinching together. "How much money did you get when you bet that you could get me to date you?" You reiterated, extending it so his simple brain could click. You watch his face fall, and it almost made you laugh at his dumbfounded face.

"W-wait — baby, it's not wha' you think." He panicked, reaching out for you and winced when you slapped his hands away.

"Oh, fuck off with that. I don't wanna hear it. I was just a bet to you, all this time? Everything we ever did, every kiss, every touch, every fuck, every date — a lie." You rambled, your emotions getting the better of you, eyes filling with tears as you stared at him, gesturing wildly.

"Shh shh, ay — calm down -"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Calm down then." You glared at him. "You're a fucking joke. I wish we never dated. It was all a fucking bet to you! I was just some extra cash!" You yelled.

"Not anymore." His voice raised above yours, startling you. He never shouts at you — not really. "The fuck is that supposed to mean? Not anymore?" You hissed, your brows furrowing together as your nose scrunched. "Just stop fuckin' talking! You're making no sense, Hobart, you're literally so fuckin' st—" you got rudely cut off by his lips smashing against yours, his hands on your cheeks.

You tried your hardest not to melt into him, the two sides of your head wrestling. You haven't felt his kisses in weeks, you missed them. but on the other hand, it's probably fake. that gave you enough courage to put your hands flat against his chest and shove him away, shaking your head as you wiped your lips, as if you were getting rid of his kiss.

"No, no! You don't get to kiss me and —..and think everything's okay! It's not! You're a selfish, self centered, rude, arrogant cunt. These last eight months were a waste of my time. I could've been fucking alot hotter in this time." Your words flew out your mouth before you even had time to truly consider them, but honestly? he deserved that. you watched him stare at you, his eyes darkening but his breathing surprisingly calm.

He moved towards you, you stepped back, he stepped forward, until your back hit the wall. his hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head up to him as you let out a quiet grunt.

"Tha' so? Jus' a big ol' waste of time for ya?" He asked lowly, tilting his head at you as his stature blocked out anything else.

"Was just a bet to you," you shrugged. "so, why you throwin' a fit?" you watch him run his tongue along the inside of his cheek, glancing off briefly before his eyes dragged back to you.

"Lemme tell you sum, doll. You're real fuckin' stupid." his lips crashed back against yours in an aggressive, but needy kiss. His hand on your jaw drifted through your hair to the back of your head, forcing you close to him. you kiss back absentmindedly, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, balling his shirt in your hand and yanking him flush against you, making him groan.

His free hand trailed down, fumbling with your jean button and pulling them down to your mid thigh before he pulled away from the kiss. He gripped your hair, not tightly, but enough to maneuver you to the sofa, bending you over the arm rest. you gasp, your hands bracing yourself and attempting to push yourself off the armrest, only to be pushed back down by Hobie's large, calloused hand between your shoulder blades.

"Stay down. Lemme do my shit." He huffed, sounding fed up as he practically ripped off your panties. you shivered at the cool air, feeling his hands pull down the rest of your jeans, spreading your legs.

"Ya' could've fucked hotter, y'say? Can hotter make you cum fifteen times in one night?" He scoffed, grabbing a handful of your ass, making you huff.

"Oh, fuck off with that already. It happened one time!" you tilted your head back at him, watching him fumble with his belt, dipping his hand into his briefs.

"Don' look at me like tha'. Might jus' hit tha' score again." his breath hitched as he swiped his tip through your folds, making your eyes flutter shut. Three weeks and no sex, and definitely not in the mood to touch yourself, it's safe to say you're pretty pent up.

"Please," you whisper, feeling his tip repeatedly hit your clit, making you jolt or twitch each time.

"Please, wha'? Please forgive me for bein' a miscommunicating bitch? Please forgive me for not talking to you? Please fuck me?" He mocked, watching as you glare at him and grind your teeth.

"The last one." You hissed. You had no reason to apologise! who the fuck did he think he is?

"Ah, righ'. The impor'an' one." He lined himself up with your entrance, tucking his pierced bottom lip in his teeth, sinking into you with a throaty groan from himself and a whimper from you.

"Fuck. I fuckin' missed you. You n this pussy s'bad." He drawled, already pussy drunk. You clawed at the sofa, feeling his hand force your back to arch as he set a steady pace, watching him disappear inside you, the view hypnotising.

"Oh, fuck. Hobie — Hobie!" you squealed, hands fumbling to grip onto something - settling on a nearby cushion. The armrest of the sofa was right at your lower abdomen, pushing on the bulge of him, heightening the pleasure. He speeds up, a bruising grip on your hips, huffy growls spilling his mouth as he watched how your ass jiggled everytime his hips snapped against yours.

"Yeahh, tha's wha' I thought. Ya' jus' needed to get dumb on my dick again, didncha?" He mockingly cooed, slapping your ass.

"Sh-shut the fuck up n jus' fuck me." You scoffed, leaning back to hold his arm, purposefully digging your nails into his forearm alot harder than needed. He grabbed your arm, pinning it to your back.

"Oh? Still talkin' tha' talk, eh?" he smirked, making his strokes slower but harder and deeper, watching how your eyes flutter before rolling to the back of your head. he grinned.

"oh shiit. feels s'good - fuck." you whined, burying your face into the sofa. he hummed, running his hands over your waist.

"Yeah, I know. I fuck ya' dumb, don' I?" He rhetorically asked, not expecting much of an answer as his thrusts finally sped back up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making your legs shake. "Hobie - shit. can I come? please?" You whined, pushing your hips to meet his with a loud gasp. Fuck, your head was spinning. You swear you could see white spots in your closed eyes.

"C'mon. Be a good girl, y'got it. Tha'sss it. Fuck, yeah, cum all over this dick, sweetheart." He coaxed you through your well pent up orgasm, your loud moans bouncing off the walls.

"Fuck, look at her. Always coverin' me in her mess." He hummed, pulling out of you and watching your release drip down. He softly grabbed you, sliding you up the sofa so you were now sat on his lap, too dazed to even feel his still hard cock resting just below your wet, throbbing cunt. You were panting, unfocused until you felt his finger tap your cheek.

"Cmon. I gotta talk t'ya'." He murmured, his other hand rubbing your back. "M'listening." He sucked in a harsh breath.

"Yes, you started as a bet," He began, feeling your body tense. "But, but. You're not anymore. It was selfish, yes, i know. And I regre' i' everyday, n' 'specially not tellin' you 'bout it. I fell in love with you. I am in love with you. Which is why 'it went on for so long'. It got real. m' infatuated wit' ya, my luv." He explained, his perfect face scrunched up as he thought carefully. you could cry. he just fucked your brains out, now he's giving you a love confession.

"I love you, sweetheart." He added in a soft whisper, glancing down at you. You guys hadn't said i love you yet. But he just did. After fucking your brains out. Romantic. You leant up, sniffling softly as you placed a quick kiss to his lips."You promise?"

"I pinky fuckin' swear it. cross my heart, hope to die." He kissed you lovingly, his hand on your cheek as he did so, the other hand trailing up your thigh, his thumb just brushing over your sensitive clit. you broke the kiss, gasping softly.

"what're you doin'?" you asked, feeling him rub small circles onto your clit, making your hands grip his shoulders.

"we got fourteen more ta go, baby."

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[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter Two: Safe From Heartbreak

The Pariahs That Saved The World [Masterlist]

Word Count: 6.3k

Warnings: nothing overtly horrible happening, mention of a funeral, mention of Victor Creel's appearance, canon-typical chapter here folks

[A/N: I just want to say a huge thank you to everyone supporting this story and I really hope I don't disappoint everyone. I am restricting myself to one chapter each week mostly because I really need the rest huns, it's been stressful lately x Anyways, enjoy this lengthy chapter of queer adorableness &lt;;3]

Safe From Heartbreak

“You brought her?!”

Steve’s concern was met with Robin’s innocent smile, raising her hands to sheepishly shrug. It wasn’t as if he could do anything about it; you were stood right there with that familiar scowl you reserved just for him.

Robin wasn’t sure how people were going to react when they found out she had gone and begged you to help them. There was a small but vital discussion about it before she decided to break all those rules. But she knew you had to be here.

“What did we say about making her do this? She didn’t wanna come.” Steve whispers at her, but the room was too small for privacy.

“Firstly, she is right here.” You say, folding your arms. “Secondly, Robin didn’t make me do anything. I’m here to help.”

“What made you change your mind?” Nancy speaks up from where she sat beside Lucas. You felt a pang of guilt when you remembered how you spoke to her last time. You had expressed your outright refusal to be a part of this and here you were, contradicting your own words.

“We all have people we need to protect, right?” You say quietly, avoiding her piercing eyes.

Steve runs a hand down his face as he sighs in defeat, relaxing his shoulders. You watch how his eyes dart to the corner and you look over, heart wrenching at the sight of Max staring back at you. She smiles, so you walk over with Robin’s gaze unknowingly fixed on your back.

“I’m gonna grab some drinks.” Nancy sighs, setting down the remnants of your old project folder. “Anyone want anything?”

“Some water?” Lucas asks and she nods, leaving the room in silence.

“Does she seem alright to you?” Steve asks, a soft frown on his face as he looks up the staircase.

“Why are you so worried, Steve?” Dustin speaks up with a mocking tone in his voice. Steve throws him a glare.

“Because we’re dealing with a mind wizard, asshole.” He grumbles and Robin laughs. He sends a pointed look, lowering his voice. “You’re one to joke.”

“Huh?” She questions and he gently pulls her aside, quickly checking that everyone else was occupied. You and Max were deep in whispered conversation while Lucas and Dustin weren’t so quiet, rambling on about Vecna and the possibilities for defeat.

“I know what’s been going on.” Steve reiterates and Robin scrunches her face.

“Well you wanna tell me, or is it a secret?” She jokes and he suppresses a smile. “Come on, what?”

“Y/n.” He says and she raises her eyebrow, automatically looking to where you sat beside Max, smiling at something the girl was saying.

“You like her.”

Her stomach drops, head whipping back to where Steve stood with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What?” Her eyes widen, looking flustered. She glances back over to you again, watching you laugh. “I- no. No, that’s not what’s happening.”

“Uh-huh.” He waggles his eyebrows, nudging her. “You’re not fooling me. You literally can’t take your eyes off her.”

“That’s not- I’m not.” She huffed, squeezing her eyes shut. “That’s not why I’m watching- wait, when did we move to making fun of my love life?”

“So it is a love life problem.” He points out and she shuts her mouth.

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Thank god.”

Robin attempts to speak, opening and closing her mouth until she huffs in frustrated defeat, storming away.

As Max turns away from you to continue working on her writing, you place a hand on her shoulder in silent goodbye and walk over to Steve, raising your eyebrow.

“I see you haven’t lost your effect on women.” You comment, head nodding to the staircase.

“Ha ha.” Steve rolls his eyes.

When he doesn’t continue speaking, you assume he doesn’t want to talk to you anymore. It made sense. You had ended the idea of friendship between you both horribly, warping his feeling for you into a reason of hatred. It was a long time ago now, but you still regret what you did when you see that look on his face.

As you move away, his soft grip suddenly reaches out and pulls you back, surprising you.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He sounded genuine, throwing you off guard as you blink up at him. With a sigh, he’s running a hand through his hair. He always did that when he was nervous. “You didn’t… you didn’t speak to us before you left last year.”

“I’m…” You start, frowning. You didn’t speak to us before you left last year… Bullshit. “Yeah, I’m fine. Looking forward to getting rid of this Vecna guy, anyway.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, looking over to the corner. “Thanks for helping. I know Max really appreciates it. You guys were always close.”

“I’d do anything for her.” You admit, nodding furiously. Your mouth suddenly feels dry and you look around. “Wasn’t Nancy getting water?”

“Yeah, I’m getting seriously thirsty right now.” Lucas mumbles, groaning when he notices all the information he has to cover on the table in front of him.

“She and Robin are probably chatting about girl stuff.” Dustin shrugs and you tilt your head.

“Girl stuff. Really?”

“I don’t know.” He raises his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, I’ll go see where they are.”

Part of you was glad you could escape that basement for a moment. In no means did it feel crowded space-wise, but having these people stare at you felt suffocating. You could physically feel them trying to solve you like a jigsaw puzzle, wondering why you came back, why you were truly here. Why you left.

The distinct sound of Robin’s voice radiated from the kitchen, pulling you towards the room before you realised your feet were taking you closer. You poke your head around the corner to see her standing by the kitchen island in conversation with Karen, eyes light as she expresses gratitude for letting them be here.

“Anytime. I like having a full house.” Karen says, smiling and grabbing her purse. “I am just running out, let Nancy know I’ve left.”

“Will do.” Robin salutes, making the older woman laugh.

“Hey, hon.” Karen coos as she walks past you and Robin whips her head to where you’re leant against the door frame, a sad smile plastered across your face.

She feels terrible. Maybe Steve was right; she shouldn’t have dragged you into this. But it was too late now.

“So, Mrs Wheeler seems to like you.” You comment, the sadness breaking into genuine amusement and Robin shrugs.

“I get along with adults more than people my own age. Minus my own parents.” She states, and your face drops. You try to mask it, brushing imaginary dirt from your jeans so you could duck your head. But Robin caught it. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You sigh, gently closing your eyes for a moment before you walk over to her, leaning over the counter top. “It just feels weird to be back.”

“Sorry I dragged you here.” She says with a small voice and you look up at her, frowning.

“Robin, I meant what I said. You didn’t make me do anything.”

She dismisses it with the flick of her hand, looking unconvinced.

“Seriously.” You chuckle slightly, clasping your hands together for something to look at, leaning toward her as she sat down at a stool and rested her elbow on the surface. “I was gonna leave, like I originally planned. I’m only here for my grandad’s funeral. But… I can’t just leave when something dangerous is happening. I can’t leave Gran alone in Hawkins- I definitely can’t leave Max knowing that I did nothing to try and help.”

“I’m sorry about your grandad.” Robin smiles sympathetically, “Nancy didn’t mention that.”

“No one really knows.” You explain, resting your hand on your chin, matching her stance. “It wasn’t anything supernatural, you know? Just health… we knew it was going to happen for a while. My gran wants to keep it on the down low, have an intimate funeral. People will only bother her if she tells everyone.”

“She sounds like she knows what she’s doing.” She says and you laugh, nodding.

“She’s pretty great. Talks too much for her own good sometimes but I love that about her.”

Robin appears surprised, a hesitant spark in her eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, absolutely.” You smile, brows furrowed. “I think conversations like that are so much better. It’s… it’s expressive. There aren’t really any rules, we’re not restricting our thoughts because we are too afraid of being a burden. You can learn so much from someone when they talk like that. I really admire it.”

You look up to her flushed cheeks just in time to see her adjust her posture so the fabric of her sleeve hides the pink creeping up. You try and stop a smile, but it was useless. She looked really cute.

Robin was more than a little flustered now. She didn’t know why, but your words hit her like a tank carrying stone, 100mph, no survivors. She’s never had anyone tolerate her habit before let alone admire it. Steve might be right. Not that she’d ever say anything.

“Robin?” Your voice snaps her back into reality, eyes looking back into yours.

“Yeah?”

“I-”

The kitchen door swings open and you both whip your heads to the entrance, watching Nancy take a deep breath.

“Wait, weren’t you getting drinks?” You point between her and the tap, your original thoughts long forgotten now.

“I got distracted.” She states, reaching into the cupboard and pulling out two glasses. “I tried calling Jonathan but- it doesn’t matter. I can’t help thinking Victor Creel has to be connected. Like, really connected. None of those reports were giving any reason as to why Vecna didn’t kill him in the first place. We’re missing something. Something big.”

“Why don’t we just talk to Victor?” Robin suggests and Nancy lets out a breathy laugh, filling up a glass with water before shutting the tap off quickly, spinning around to face her.

“He’s- he’s locked up at Pennhurst, remember? Unless we’re family or some kind of authority, we’re not getting in to see him.”

Robin closes her mouth and thins her lips. “You’re right, that’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not.” You interject, glancing between them. “I know a way we can speak to him.”

“You got his number or something?” Robin quips and you fight a smile.

“I tried asking Pennhurst if I could speak with him last time. I rang them up and they told me I wouldn’t be allowed to see him unless I had permission from the director.” You explain, combing back through your memory. “Of course, they wouldn’t even let me get an appointment because I was just some stupid kid who was probably wasting their time trying to tell ghost stories.”

“What does this have to do with talking to Victor?” Robin redirects your thoughts and you clear your throat.

“When they went to hang up, I asked who the director would actually speak to. I was just trying to keep them talking so I could maybe convince them. They told me he would only take appointments with people serious about their future… and, yeah, they hung up.”

“Serious about their future?” Nancy prompts.

“Psych majors.” You say and her eyes light up. “They definitely won’t let us see Victor right away, but I guarantee we can get an appointment with the director if we were the type of students he’d want to see. Maybe-”

“Maybe we can persuade him to let us study him.” Nancy finishes and you snap your fingers, nodding. The drinks were since abandoned now, her fingers drumming against the kitchen island surface.

“Okay, and how are we meant to convince them we’re psych majors?” Robin asks, frowning. “I doubt they’re gonna let us walk in without some kind of proof, right?”

“We fake it.” Nancy nods enthusiastically. “It’s easy to create false identification these days, and I have the perfect place to do it.”

She’s already headed out into the hallway before Robin shrugs.

“Nancy committing a crime? I gotta see this.” She comments and you smile, following her out with a jolt of excitement in your chest.

You weren’t sure if that excitement was conclusive to the thrill of the investigation, or the eagerness you felt to spend time with the new friend you couldn’t stop thinking about.

“How long does it take you guys get some water?” Steve questions as you all come rushing down the stairs. Lucas frowns when he notices you were holding files instead of glasses.

“Okay, so…” Nancy breathes out with a smile, looking at you both either side of her. “We have a plan.”

“Thanks to Nancy’s newspaper minions, and Y/n’s incredible investigative skills, we are now rock-star psychology students at the University of Notre Dame.” Robin says as everyone flicks through the files you whipped up, a smile creeping onto her lips for mentioning you. You weren’t ever given praise for your help in this group before.

“I’m now Ruth.” Nancy nods, looking at you.

“Elizabeth.” You raise your hand.

“And I’m Rose.” Robin announces.

“Ruth?” Steve raises a brow at Nancy and she shrugs.

“Nice GPA.” Dustin looks up at you with raised brows.

“I do my best.” You reply, earning a smile.

“So, we called Pennhurst Asylum, told them we’d like to speak with Victor Creel for a thesis we’re writing on paranoid schizophrenics-”

“To which they said no. Just like Y/n said they would.” Robin comments, glaring at Steve when he sends her a look.

“But we landed a three o’clock with the director.” You finish, crossing your arms. “We just need to, well, charm him into letting us speak to Victor.”

“And maybe we can rid Max of this curse.” Nancy says, and you nod slowly.

“Yeah, uh, about that.” Steve glances over his shoulder before leaning forward, gesturing to the scattered pieces of paper from your folder. “We’ve been doing our Victor Creel homework, and, uh… we got some questions.”

“Lots of questions.” Lucas agrees.

“So do we.” Nancy states, shaking her head. “Hopefully, Victor has the answers.”

“Wait, wait, wait a second. Uh…” He shuffles through the three folders in his hands, shaking his head. “Where’s mine?”

The three of you share silent looks, Robin’s face twisting with indecision on what expression to make while Nancy struggles to answer.

“It doesn’t exist.” You finally say and he looks at you in shock. “What? We only made three. Unless you wanna be called Elizabeth…”

“What-”

“We should actually be getting ready.” Nancy cuts off his argument, standing up and nodding at you both.

Max turns in her seat and you send her a little salute, her own one sent back in return as you and Robin move to follow Nancy up the stairs. Steve cuts you off, and you see Nancy quicken her steps.

“That’s, uh… that’s not a thing again, is it?” You ask the girl beside you and she scoffs.

“A thing? No. Complete and utter nonsense? Absolutely.” She replies and you sigh, following their footsteps until it led you into Nancy’s bedroom.

“Nancy, you’re outta your mind if you think I’m babysitting again.” Steve whined while you and Robin roll your eyes, smirking at eachother.

“Okay, first of all, they’re not babies anymore.” Nancy says and he scoffs. “And Max is in real danger, she needs people around her.”

“I know, but why does it always have to be me?”

“Maybe because you still act like a child. You fit right in.” You offer with a smile and he squints his eyes.

“I liked it better when you weren’t here.”

“Oh, I’m touched.”

“Oh my god, you have a Tom Cruise poster.” Robin gawks as she enters the pink room, turning back with a suggestive grin. “You have a Tom Cruise poster.”

“That’s… old.” Nancy defends and you smile.

“Didn’t you used to kiss him every nigh-” You start but she cuts you off.

“I was twelve! That was… God, can you please not touch anything?” Nancy begs Robin, but the light brunette ignores her.

“I just- I can’t do anything here, Nance. Maybe I can be helpful with this asylum director dude.” Steve continues his failed attempt at joining your mission.

You perch yourself on the bed, smirking at Robin whenever she turns in awe to show you girly trinkets.

“I don’t know, I could, like, turn on my… my charm.”

“Not the kind of charm we need.” Nancy comments and Steve blinks.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah, last I checked that other charm didn’t work either.” Robin calls out and Steve purses his lips, resting his hands on his hips.

“Okay, double ouch.”

“No, I just…” Nancy sighs, “Look, Y/n and I did a little digging and it turns out this Dr. Hatch…”

As Nancy tries to dig herself out of her hole, Robin points to her dresser and you move with her, slightly intrigued to know what she had found. She starts moving around books and paper until she picks up a small necklace, scanning the desk. You assume she’s looking for some place to store it and you pick up the box closest to you, assuming it was for jewellery. Robin nods and you both widen your eyes when it turns out it’s not a jewellery box, instead letting out a soft melody. You hadn’t seen one of these in years.

“… that, like him, we are true academic scholars.” Nancy ends her argument, focusing back on looking through her closet.

Robin takes the music box from your hands and turns to Steve, whispering. “Holy shit, there’s a little ballerina in here.”

You let out a giggle and Steve turns back to Nancy, unconvinced.

“Academic scholar?” His hand points to you. “They’re giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah.”

“No, but… they will.”

You both turn around to see what Nancy was implying to find her holding two of the ugliest outfits you’ve seen, nothing like the comfortable clothes you opt to wear for your daily life.

“Oh, please tell me you’re joking.” Robin cringes and you place a hand on her shoulder, pulling a face.

“I’m gonna be sick.”

Steve laughs, tilting his head at the assortment of pink and baby blue hanging from Nancy’s hands.

“Well, if I’m not going then can I ask for one very important thing?” He prompts and Nancy nods unknowingly.

He glances between you and Robin, smirking. “Take lots of photos.”

Robin reaches across the bed and acquires a pillow, throwing it at Steve’s head who merely ducks his way out the door frame, still laughing.

“Can I not just wear black? Is that not respectable?” You practically beg, holding the outfit she thrust into your arms like it was a ticking time bomb.

“I don’t have black.” Nancy shrugs, “Other than an old funeral outfit.”

Your face falls and you sigh, looking down at it with an intense stare.

“What are you doing?” Robin frowns, refusing to touch her clothes.

“Maybe if I squint hard enough, it’ll look better.” You say and Nancy sounds out a protest.

“Hey, these are my real clothes, remember?”

“And they look good on you.” You say, Robin nodding along with you. “But only you. Not me.”

“Definitely not me.” Robin agrees but Nancy smirks.

“Well, you don’t have a choice.” She says as she walks out of the room. “Be ready in 10!”

She leaves you and Robin stood there holding clothes you hoped never to be seen dead in, disgust etched into your features.

“It’s just, what, an hour? Two at most?” Robin tries to convince herself, comparing the shirt on her body. “God, it even looks uncomfortable.”

“Let’s just get it over with.” You sigh, pulling off your jumper and throwing it on the bed when you realise Robin’s staring at you, that familiar red tint on her cheeks. “What?”

“Nothing.” She looks away, lips tight. Your eyes widen.

“Shit, sorry, I can go change in the bathroom-”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m not uncomfortable, I-” She takes a deep breath. “Anyone can walk into the bathroom, we’ll just… yeah, we’ll just change here.”

She walks around to the other side of the bed, slipping off her shoes. When she starts to fiddle with her own jumper, you both immediately turn around to face away from eachother for some privacy.

You felt tense as you strip away your clothes to pull on Nancy’s ones, and you weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad feeling. You had only known Robin a little over a day maybe, but you haven’t felt so comfortable around someone for a while, not since… not since Starcourt, the hospital. Maybe…

No, you think to yourself, strapping on the heels that felt just a little too tight, I can’t let myself think that.

Robin was a friend, maybe not even that at the moment. And you don’t actually know her well enough to out yourself as a pariah.

“How are you feeling?” Robin calls out with your backs still turned, fiddling with some buttons. God, she hated this. The outfit, not you. Fuck.

She notices your hesitation, making her straighten up from where she sat perched on the edge of Nancy’s bed.

“About what?” You ask and she frowns.

“I don’t know… in general, I guess?”

“I’m… fine. A little weird that I’m wearing so much pink right now but, other than that, I’m okay.” You respond and she slowly nods, reaching down to slip on shoes. Ugh, heels. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah.” Robin says, standing up and immediately trying to find her balance. She wasn’t sure she could pull this off. “A little bit spooked, I guess, but hey, it’s Hawkins, what else is new?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Turn on the count of three?” Robin suggests and you agree. “One. Two. Three.”

You both spin around and immediately pause, taking in the new looks of the girls who definitely despised their clothes.

“We look ridiculous.” Robin blinks, turning to the mirror and gasping.

“I feel ridiculous.” You mumble, shifting the skirt that dug into your waist. Robin points to her reflection in horror and you shake your head.

“I don’t even want to know what I look like. I like ignorance.” You decide, walking over to the door. “Let’s go find Nancy and get out of here before anyone else-”

You open the door to find Steve, Dustin, and Nancy patiently waiting on the other side, staring back at you. Nancy gives a nod of approval, Dustin twists his face in horror and Steve starts grinning.

“What?” Robin asks as she joins you, eyes widening.

There was a sudden snap and you glare at Steve, the boy lowering his hand and hiding the disposable camera behind him.

“Have fun.” He says before dragging Dustin away with him, the younger boy still staring at you.

“It just feels so wrong.” He mutters and Steve agrees, disappearing down the stairs.

“Well, that makes me feel better.” You groan and Robin shakes her head.

“Nope, not doing it.” She tries to run but Nancy’s grabbing your arms, pulling you with her.

“Come on, you both look great.” She rolls her eyes, smiling. “Let’s go be so smart the director can’t refuse us.”

“He’s going to refuse us.” You comment, watching the way Robin itched to be out of her outfit, your own hands fiddling with the skirt. Nancy’s hand slaps yours away and you gape at her.

“We’ll be fine as long as we play our parts.” She reminds you both and you take a breath.

“Yes, mom.” You mumble and she rolls her eyes.

“Y/n’s right, I can’t breathe in this thing.” Robin complains, struggling with her heels, “And I’m itchy. I’m itching all over.”

“It’s not all about comfort. Okay? We’re academics.” Nancy says and Robin sighs.

“Who are evidently coming from an Easter brunch.” She says and you laugh, snapping your mouth shut when Nancy glares at you. “Also, this bra that you gave me is really pinching my boobs.”

“Yeah, and why do you look good and we look like The Shining twins?” You ask and Robin gasps in acceptance.

“Ooh, good one.”

“Okay, how about you both just let me do the talking?” She asks, looking between you both. “If that’s even possible?”

“It’s not only possible, it’s inevitable.” Robin stresses, pulling at the collar. “Because shortly, I’ll be dead from strangulation!”

Before you could even walk into the building, a man in monochrome stops you all, eyebrows raised.

“We have an appointment with the director.” Nancy smiles and you force your own, hands clasped in front of you. The man simply gives a curt nod, opening the door and jutting his chin.

“Friendly.” You mutter as you pass him, focusing everything on keeping your cool. The last time you went undercover like this was when you went to see Mrs. Driscoll…

As the man continues to what Robin assumed to be the office, she turns around to find you stood there, adjusting the waist band once again. In a sneaky turn, she makes her way back to you, dipping her head to meet your eyes.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Huh?” You look up, blinking. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m… Just got distracted for a moment. Let’s go.”

You both return to Nancy in time for the door to open, a very brief greeting to the director behind the desk until you were all sat in front of him, trying not to sweat. You hated this feeling in your chest, some kind of fluttering darkness.

“3.9 GPAs.” Hatch comments, nodding approvingly as he holds the last folder; yours. “All of you. Impressive.”

“And this is a recommendation from Professor Brantley.” Nancy holds out yet another forged document, the lie rolling off her tongue like it was second nature. There was a bitterness latching onto your throat then, remembering the last time she had looked you dead in the eyes and lied.

“Yeah, I know Larry. Quite well, actually.”

Your heart leaps to your throat. Fuck, you should have known that. You were in charge of the research, why didn’t you check to see-

“Eh, you know what they say.” Hatch says, raising his eyebrows. “Those who can’t do, teach.”

Robin giggles at his joke and you smile, nodding.

“Uh, yes. Yes, that’s actually why we’re here.” Her eyes dart to yours and you sense she’s afraid of messing up.

“We can only learn so much when we’re confined to a classroom.” You speak up and Nancy nods eagerly, smiling with you.

Hatch hums in agreement, “And I’m sympathetic to your struggle, truly. But there is a protocol to visiting a patient like Victor. You have to put in a request, and then you have to undergo a screening process, at which point the board will make a decision.”

He starts to slide the documents back to you and you bite your lip.

“I can see you’re disappointed.” He comments, “But I’m more than happy to give you a tour of our facility. Perhaps you can even speak to some patients in our low-security wing.”

The way he spoke down to you had your skin crawling with fury. This wasn’t the first time you’d been talked to like a mindless child.

“And we’d… we would love that.” Nancy tries, smiling again. “It’s just that, um… our thesis is due next month-”

“And you’re out of time.” Hatch cuts her off, raising an eyebrow. “Whose fault is that?”

You purse your lip, looking at your feet.

“Ours. Absolutely.” Nancy continues, hoping to appeal to his good side. You weren’t convinced he even had one. “We just- we wanted-”

“We didn’t drive all the way here to be disrespected.” You suddenly say and Nancy’s eyes widen in shock, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Excuse me?” Hatch blinks, reeling up to spew out more ridicules.

“Sir,” Nancy leans forward, “I do apologise for-”

“Don’t apologise, Ruth. Screw that.” Robin says this time and Nancy is almost staring daggers at you both. “Elizabeth is correct for being upset. The fact of the matter is, we did put in a request months ago and were denied. And then we reapplied and were denied again. And coming here was our last-ditch effort to save our thesis. And I really… I can’t breathe in this thing.”

“Uh, well, Rose, maybe you’d like to go outside and get some air.” Nancy says through gritted teeth.

“Maybe I should, Ruth.” Robin replies and you clear your throat.

“Director Hatch. Dr, I presume?” You look at him and he nods, frowning. “May I ask if anyone has ever had an appointment with you and gotten to speak to a patient of their choice before? Academically speaking, of course.”

“Well-”

“Hm, and how many of them were men?” You continue, Hatch struggling with his words. His hesitancy told you all you needed them to. “Right. All of them.”

“I don’t understand what you are implying, Miss…” He starts rooting back through documents and you scoff, taking him by surprise.

“You can just call me Elizabeth. Seeing as you never asked us originally if we were okay with not being addressed by our professional names, I can assume that you never bothered to learn or even look at what my surname might be.”

“Well, I-” He stutters and you know you have him where you need him to be.

“The thing is, Dr Hatch, I’m not even offended anymore. None of us are. Because if we were men sat in front of you right now, you’d actually be seeing us with the intention of discussing our request to see Victor Creel instead of inviting us here to simply mock us.” You say in a sickly sweet voice laced with venom. You turn your head to Robin. “Isn’t that right, Rose?”

“Yes, it is.” Robin nods, suddenly standing from her chair, “In fact, I’m starting to think this whole thing is a colossal mistake. I’m breaking out in a rash, my boobs hurt. And I’ll tell you the truth, Anthony. May I call you Anthony? These aren’t actually my clothes. I borrowed them because I wanted you to take us seriously. Because nobody takes girls seriously in this field, they just don’t. We don’t look the part or whatever, but can I tell you a story?”

Hatch stares up in confusion and you hide a smirk, fixing the same glare on him as Robin rambled about summer camp, about how she was fascinated with knowing Victor Creel’s mind and you felt that flutter of darkness burst into something else, something a little brighter. You knew words could be a powerful thing, and you knew now that Robin was so much more than you realised.

“I wanted to be you!” Robin emphasises, breathing heavy. “So, forgive me if I’ll now try anything in my power, including wearing this ridiculous outfit, if I might get the chance to speak to the man that ignited my passion, and learn a little more about how his twisted, but let’s face it, totally fascinating mind works.”

She takes a deep breath and you stand up, too, ignoring Nancy’s wide eyes.

“Maybe we don’t have the official paperwork, but don’t tell us that a man like cry-baby Petey wouldn’t have gotten an audience with Victor in a matter of moments if he’d asked politely, because we all know that he would.” You conclude, both you and Robin sharing that same fire in your eyes as you stare down at this man, unwavering.

“So… ten minutes with Victor. That’s all we ask.” Robin suggests, and Hatch glances between all three of you, sighing.

“Follow me.” He finally says, standing from his desk and leading you all to the door, letting his receptionist know he’d be out.

You and Robin sneak a grin to eachother, an amazed Nancy shaking her head in astonishment, leaning close.

“You guys make a great team.” She whispers and Robin smiles, feeling giddy when you reach for her hand and squeeze for a second in victory.

“Y/n?”

“Y/n, are you okay?”

Your head is thumping, trying to force your eyes open. You felt tired and dizzy, taking in as many deep breaths as you can.

“What happened?” You manage to say, clearing your throat. You can just make out Robin’s face leaning over from the passenger seat. You blink. Since when were you back in the car? “What…”

Whatever your question was to be, your mind interrupted you with a sharp memory.

“Did I survive?” Victor says with a low voice, his deformed eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, your heart beating erratically. “No, I assure you…”

His head slowly turns towards the bars, suddenly snapping to where you stood.

“I am still very much in hell.”

“You fainted.” Nancy says from behind the wheel, a crack in her voice. “Hatch found us out, tried to have us arrested. We needed to make a run for it so you distracted them…”

“I think we can beat him.” Nancy whispers to you both as you walk through the courtyard, officers trailing behind you.

“What?” Robin frowns.

“To the car.” She specifies, determination written across her face. You nod in agreement, already seeing the familiar brown of the wagon across the field.

“Okay, I’m warning you right now, I have terrible coordination.” Robin stresses, “It took me six months longer to walk than all the other babies. I’ll just slow you guys down.”

“I’ll distract, you guys run.” You whisper, walking beside the hedge.

“What?” Nancy turns to you, Robin sporting a similar expression of horror.

“I took track for three years, remember?” You remind Nancy and she tilts her head in contemplation. “I can outrun them and give you time to start up the car. I’ll meet you outside the gates.”

“What- is this really a plan right now?!” Robin hisses at you both and Nancy grabs her hand.

Before Robin can protest any further, you quickly swipe at the ground and gather stones, spinning around to launch them at the officers.

“Just follow my lead.” Nancy urges as she pulls Robin into a run and you sprint the other way, glancing back to ensure they were both following you instead of them.

The next thing you can remember is being tackled to the ground, an array of voices shouting after you. It wasn’t an officer, though. It was a patient, her wild eyes screaming at you.

“Curse! Curse!”

She had spewed that over and over until you manage to push her off, scrambling to your feet and cutting through the trees, making out the silhouette of the vehicle just leaving.

“You passed out when you got to us, are you- are you okay?” Robin’s brows are furrowed, looking at you with more concern than you think you ever had for yourself.

“Fine.” You shake your head, slowly sitting up. “I think I accidentally ran into someone and hit my head a little. I must have been dizzy.”

It was a blatant lie and you knew it. But the truth sounded too scary for you to want to focus on.

“What did I miss?”

“Uh…” Robin looks to Nancy and your stomach drops. “Well…”

“Vecna got to Max.” Nancy says for her and you lurch forward.

“What?! Is she okay?”

“She’s okay.” Robin confirms, nodding profusely. “She’s fine. We told them about the music and they managed to pull her out of it before anything truly horrible could happen.”

You sigh in relief, slumping back into your seat. “Thank god.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Nancy finds your eyes in the rear-view, frowning.

“I’m alright.” You let out a breathy laugh. “I think I severely overestimated my stamina from five years ago.”

“Good.” She smiles, and you curl your lips in return. “At least we know something now, right? This trip wasn’t a total waste. I say we take a look at the Creel House, see if we can find anything else.”

With everyone in silent agreement, you all try to calm your nerves from the day.

“I wish we knew more.” Robin speaks up after a few more minutes of driving, shifting in her seat so she could see both you and Nancy. “I mean, we still don’t really know how to stop him.”

“And why only one at a time?” You frown and she looks at you questioningly. “Victor’s whole family was taken in a night, one after the other. It’s terrifying to think, but… but what’s stopping him from doing that now?”

“Maybe he got weaker?” Robin suggests and Nancy sighs, shaking her head.

“Let’s just take today as a milestone, get some sleep, and keep working tomorrow.” She suggests and you nod, murmurs of agreement falling from both of your lips.

Your head turns back to the window, sinking further into your seat. Nancy was right, you should be looking to the positives, not digging yourself a hole of disappointment. You were so sure this trip would answer everything, but everything wasn’t as simple as you had hoped. This thing was new and it was bigger than you could ever have imagined. In fact, the more you thought about it, the clearer it became that you still had a chance to walk away from it all. You were one plane ticket away from escaping again, once and for all. In two days you’d be at your grandfather’s funeral, and in two days you will have nothing else holding you here except the responsibility you’ve all put on yourselves.

No, you couldn’t leave. It wouldn’t be right to rub it in Max’s face that you can escape this when she’s bound to it. You owed her this.

She was the only one who actually cared for you when Heather died.

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[theoreticslut]

「 best friend & more 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: it’s not always easy to tell when eddie is joking or being serious; like when he tells you he’s going to marry you for example.

requested: yes

word count: 0.5k

warnings: tickling, playful pouting/teasing, pet names (princess, honey), mention of marriage, love confession

a/n: okay, ik this one is pretty short, but i think its cute! as much as i hate being tickled, i couldn’t be too mad if eddie was the offender. especially if he cuddles me afterwards. anyways, i hope you guys like this too! Xx

“Eddie! Stop! Pl-ease.” 

“Oh my god, I can’t breathe!” You nearly screech as your best friend tickles your sides, drawing a string of laughter from your body while you wiggle around on the bed.

It all started when you insulted his taste in movies. In all fairness, he knows you don’t care for horror movies. You never realized, though, that a simple comment of ‘but comedies are better’ would end with him torturing you with tickles.

“Please, Eds! I-I surrender! I surrender!” You cry, kicking your feet as his fingers dig into your sides, him straddling your hips.

“You surrender?” 

“I surrender.” You reiterate, trying to catch your breath as he pauses his attack.

“Say it then. Say you were wrong, princess.” He smirks, hands resting on your waist as he looks down at you laying in his bed, your hair mussed up around you.

“I was wrong. Horror is definitely better than comedies.” 

“Hmm, now was that so hard?”

You let out a heavy huff as he rolls off of you, laying beside you and pulling you against his chest.

“You’re a menace, edward.” 

“But you still love me, do you not?” He quips, smirk settling on his beautiful face.

He watches as you ignore him, dramatically gasping as you turn your head from him and sticking your nose up. 

“Say you love me!” He pouts, sitting up some to look at you.

“Y/n, say you love me.” 

It takes everything in you to bite back your smile and soft chuckle. He knows you’re just fucking with him, this being your poor attempt at getting him back for your tickle torture.

“Fine. I see how it is, honey. Here I am thinking I’m going to marry you one day, but you don’t even love me.” He huffs, finally getting your attention with his choice of words.

He’s going to marry you? He’s joking, you’re sure of it. There’s never been any indication that he sees you as more than a friend. A close friend, but friend nonetheless.

“Oh? You’re going to marry me?” 

“Oh she speaks!” He teases, smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes as you chew on your lip.

“What’s this about you marrying me, eds?”

“You didn’t know? I’m in love with you, princess.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. You’ve stolen my heart, y/n…but I’m happy to let you have it.”

You nod, clicking your tongue against your teeth as you process the news. With the way he smiles, you can’t tell if this is still the two of you joking around or if you’ve wandered into new territory.

Not sure how to bring up the topic, you simply lean back into his chest as you bite your lip, thoughts swirling in your head. When he wraps his arms around your waist, though, you can feel that the atmosphere has shifted.

“I’m serious, honey. You’ve had my heart for a while.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I love you, as a best friend and more.” He murmurs, lips close to your ear as he holds you.

“I love you too, Eds. Waiting on that proposal though.” You tease, smiling as he chuckles, his head falling back against the headboard as he squeezes you in his arms.

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Pt 1- despise.

despise/dɪˈspʌɪz

- feel contempt or a deep repugnance for someone/something.

☆☆☆

"This is Jung-Yi hyun." The host introduced.

Yoongi greeted the man with a polite smile and extended a handshake. "We've heard about you. Seen a drama as well. Ah, and my friend is a fangirl when it comes to your music." He spoke, referring to Jimin. 

Jimin had discovered about Yi-hyun a couple years ago when his single had topped the Hot 100. The moment he heard one of his most popular songs- 'Only you.' He was absolutely in love. He made Y/n listen to it, but she wasn't a fan (for obvious reasons).

"I'm glad to meet a fan." Yi-hyun shook Yoongi's hand and greeted back with a fan.

"Oh we aren't a fan. At least I'm not." Y/N spewed back bitterly, a sarcastic smile on her face. The host and Yoongi looked at her questioningly. Yoongi shot her a look that translated to 'Wtf, be nice.'

However, Yi-hyun simply chuckled. He was used to her comments, even after all this time.

"I see you've taken coming second to me quite seriously even after all this time." He retorted. This seemed to set something ablaze in Y/n's brain, and she was certain that she was going to throw hands. 

Three years ago Y/n's debut song came second to Yi-hyun's comeback single. Saying that she was jealous and enraged was fair. However, the media made it worse by stirring up controversies about bad blood between them. Both of them cleared up rumors of any dispute. However, it was quite evident to everyone close to the woman that it had taken a toll on her.

"Hahahaha! Joke guy!" She laughed loudly, reiterating Jin's line from the Carpool Karaoke with James Corden. To ease the tension, the other two adults also laughed along.

Click!

A camera captured the moment. This would definitely be on social media tomorrow.

Headlines: Min Yoongi, Y/N L/N and Jung Yi-hyun captured sharing a moment of laugh! Tap to know the deets of their conversation.

After the awkward laughter died down, the two fiancés bid their goodbyes. The couple sat in their car. Y/N totally avoiding eye-contact with Yoongi.

She was honest with Yoongi about everything in her life. The parental pressure, running away from home, her celebrity relationships, etc. However, the biggest truth of her life she had hidden from him. He was completely clueless that the cocky actor and his sassy fiancée shared a past that left wounds on her heart. And that till date, she fears that Yoongi would abandon her as well, shattering her soul to pieces. She wouldn't be able to bounce back from that.

"So, do you want to talk about it or..." Yoongi trailed off.

"I'm sorry." She apologised abruptly.

"You don't need to apologise. It's just, some grudges are best to let go of. I mean, sure his song came above yours. But that's alright. You're way more popular than him anyways. And you have 2 dramas and 3 movies lined up for the next 5 years, not him. Not to mention you're also going to Hollywood for a project." He tried soothing her. The only way he could think of right now was to boost her ego a bit. He didn't mind at all, actually. He was proud of her. She worked hard and is getting what she deserves. "Oh, and you're going to get married to me. Not him." He smirked proudly. This made Y/N laugh. 

"Yoongi, are you establishing yourself as a trophy wife?" She joked as she placed a hand on her chest in a dramatic way.

"Of course I am, halmoni." He joked back, earning himself a playful smack on the arm. 

"Ya, ajhussi, you're the one who's older here." She pointed at him.

"Whatever you say, grandma." He chuckled and pretended to bite her finger. The two laughed and she laced her hand with his. He looked at her with eyes full of light and love. Y/N felt the tension rise from her shoulders. 

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On the other hand, Yi-hyun sat in his car, trying to catch his breath. He loosened his tie and ran a hand through his hair. He'd seen her in pictures on the news and Instagram that he stalked once in a while. However, seeing her in person had hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. From the outside he might look like the strongest, boldest man alive. But in his heart, guilt feasted on his feelings. Every day he regretted the day he left the one love of his life for the other one- stardom. 

Seeing the diamond ring on her ring finger and her hand looped around Yoongi's made his head and heart hurt. He felt like shit.

"So? What have you decided?" Kim Seong-ju, his assistant and best friend asked him through the phone.

"Yeah. I'll do it. I'll do the movie with Y/n." He gulped.

"And possibly ruin her seemingly perfect life? Again?" He spoke a little harshly. Seong-ju was there for Yi-hyun throughout everything. However, it did not mean that he was okay with whatever he would do. And the mistake he was the most upset about was leaving the girl behind. 

"It's not like I'm going to make her cheat on me. It's just a movie, goddamn it. What could it possibly ruin? We're professional actors for fuck's sake." He spoke back. Yi-hyun usually only cursed when he was anxious, angry or sad. Currently, he was a mix of all of them.

"Yeah. A romance movie. And I'll tell you what. I think we both know that this wouldn't be just a movie for you two. Ya'll would have to be with each other again. And knowing you, I know you're going to fall in love with her all over again." 

"Wrong. I never fell out of love." He whispered.

"Can you shut up with the melodramatics? It's not cute." Kim scolded through the phone. "But I'm warning you. If anything goes down because of you, I will smack you." 

"Got it." He ended the call and sat back. 

He closed his eyes and let his thoughts consume him. And for a minute, he did doubt it. Was it actually going to be just professional? But he knew one thing for sure. He was going to make it up to her. 

Not actively pursue her love again, but hoped to be at least on good terms. 

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A few days later.

Y/n entered the SOOP Management building, ready for the table read of her upcoming project. A rom-com movie of some second chance romance. 

She walks into the building, a flame of proudness aflame when she sees a display of her poster and awards adjacent of the building's entrance. She took the elevator to the table-read floor. The elevator door dinged open and she entered the conference hall just for her soul to leave her body.

As soon as her door had opened, she saw the face of the man she'd least expect to be here. 

Jung Yi-hyun. Him and his assistant Kim Seong-ju looked at her with small smiles on there faces. There was a look of guilt shading Seong-ju face. Yi-hyun on the other hand stood upright with confidence and smug. Other stars and crew were also in the room, everyone seated for the table read.

"Ah, you're here." Y/n's assistant Yoo-na spoke. Yi-hyun's assistant bowed slightly to her and she reluctantly bowed back. Everyone in the room was now looking at the two leads.

"W-what are you two doing here?" Y/n asked, trying to keep her tone as calm as possible.

"We're here to discuss a film." Yi-hyun spoke coolly as he walked towards her. 

"Film?" She raised her eyebrows at him. He nodded. 

"Uh, Ms. L/N, Mr. Jung is going to be your co-star for the film." Seong-ju clarified. The brunette could feel her neck and ears burning up. 

"Ah. I see." She chuckled and gulped. "Let's all take a seat and get into the details, shall we?" She then motioned Yoo-na to sit beside her so Yi-hyun could sit on the other side of the table. However, Yi-hyun was quick to grab a chair and sit beside her. 

Y/N looked at him with slightly wide eyes. Nonetheless, she smiled at him and switched her attention to the rest of the cast and crew.

"So, everyone, today let's read the script of 'Love again'." The screenwriter announced. "It's a story about two individuals who fall out a relationship and go their ways to look for a rebound, only to fall for each other again. We aim for it to be a 2 hour movie. The film would cover genres of romance, angst and comedy." He continued speaking and explaining the specific requirements for the script. Y/N's thoughts trailed off-track.

Two individuals who fall out of love and in love again after a failed attempt at rebounds? 

What, is this a forever kinda love trope? More importantly, why do I have to portray this story with him?

Why did you agree to do this project in the first place Y/N-

"The plot sounds interesting." Yi-hyun whispered to her.

"You know what sounds more interesting? You shutting the fuck up." Y/N whispered back.

"Are you going to keep this hostile attitude with me for the rest of our project?" He looked at her.

"If it makes you back off then I might as well try. Oh wait, I don't need to try to despise you." She internally cringed at all the comebacks she was coming up with. However, she was petty whenever she wanted to be. That's how she'd gotten through all the two-faced bitches she had encountered in her life. 

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A few hours later everyone started emptying the conference room. The air buzzed with excitement and anticipation. The script was good and all the actors were exceptional. This project would definitely be a fan favorite.

Y/N, however, was not as excited as everyone was. Mainly because this meant that she has to work alongside Yi-hyun. But that's alright. She could be professional and give her best. She could get through it. 

She left the room with a sigh. Just as she was about to call her driver, a voice stopped her.

"Does he know?" Yi-hyun spoke from behind her.

Now she could either answer what he was asking- whether Yoongi knows about their past, or she could play dumb.

"Does who know?" She turned and quickly switched to a bored expression.

"Yoongi."

"Who's Yoongi?" Okay, maybe she played dumb a bit too much.

"Are you going to dodge all my questions?" He rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to keep intruding my life?" She retorted.

"Y/N. I'm asking if Yoongi knows about everything that happened between us." He spoke a bit sincerely, but the other adult was not in the mood for sincere.

"Of course he knows that you beat me to the top spot on the billboard." She then continued walking until she was halted by a hand on her wrist. She was quick to turn around and shake her hand our of his grip. 

"Don't touch me." She warned Yi-hyun.

"Then answer my question." He spoke back.

"I am not answerable to you. But just to get you off my back, I'll tell you. No. He does not know that you were the person that had emotionally wrecked me at the age of 18. He also does not know that the reason I hate you is not only because you came first on that stupid chart. Oh and he definitely does not know that every time I see you I get the uncontrollable urge to punch the living daylight out of you. To conclude, he doesn't know that you're actually an asshole."

She looked at him with fire in her eyes. For once Yi-hyun thought that she was actually going to slap him. But her taking a step back contradicted his assumption. 

Y/N breathed.

"Yi-hyun." She spoke much more calmly now. "Please don't make this harder for me than it already is." She then sighed and gulped. "I am choosing to interact with you only for the sake of this project." She then saw Yi-hyun's eyes divert to something behind her. His eyes widened a bit.

She then turned to see Yoongi standing in the hallway. Hands in his pocket, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. His eyes were somewhat heavy with...contemplation. 

"Y-you're here?" She cleared her throat. Confused of why he was here.

"Hmm. Thought I'd give you a little surprise. Let's go?" He walked towards the other two, taking Y/N's hand in his as soon as he reached her. He then gave her a small smile. 

Y/N looked at the other guy. Yi-hyun had already turned his back to walk away.

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The car ride was silent. Not the comfortable silence that the engaged couple enjoyed, but the kind of silence filled with thoughts and feelings. Y/N knew Yoongi better than she knew herself. She also assumed that Yoongi had been there for a chunk of the conversation. She knew that he wouldn't voluntarily bring it up even if it bothered him. 

After a somewhat-awkward 45 minute car ride, the two entered their home. The couple took of their shoes and jackets. Yoongi then went over to their couch.

Y/N sighed and then approached him. 

"How much of that did you hear?" She asked him.

"From the part that the project was already hard for you to do." He then took out his phone and started scrolling. Yoongi was a straight forward guy, however, he hated to confront on his own.

"Do you want to know why I said that?" She asked, hesitantly. It's not that she was scared of how he'd react, but she was a bit worried about how he'd take in the information of her first heartbreak which was still there when the two of them had started dating years after.

"You know that you don't need to give me an explanation." He spoke. However, his eyes were still on the screen. An indication that he would like it if she gave a reason, but it wasn't extremely important to him.

"I need you to listen to me." This made him look up from his phone. He then tossed it to the side, folded his legs and patted to the spot beside him.

Y/N sat there. She then took his left hand and smiled at the engagement ring. It sat prettily on his slender finger. 

"You know that I love you and only you right?" She asked, looking at him.

"I mean I would think that because we're engaged. You loving someone else at this point would concern me a bit." He somewhat joked.

Y/N let out a deep sigh. 

"Yi-hyun and I, we don't really gel well together. There are personal reasons to it other than the billboard saga, but that's not important. All I need you to know is that I love you. Only you." She  spoke. 

Yoongi nodded and caressed Y/N's head.

"Got it." He then smiled at her and kissed her forehead. He was a bit curious as to what were the personal reasons, but her past was hers. If she felt the need, she'd reveal it to him. He trusted her. 

"Are you not curious of what those other reasons are?" She asked after a couple seconds. 

"Well, a little bit. But like I said, you are not answerable to me." He say Y/N think a bit. He could see the wheels in her head turning, thinking of how to respond.

"Okay. We're getting married right? So you deserve to know everything. I don't want to lie or hide anything from you." She smiled. "I can trust you, right?" 

"Of course." Yoongi nodded.

"Okay. So umm...Yi-hyun and I, we're like- uhm- exes? Like we dated for a while and then we broke up but it was messy so like- yeah." 

Shabby work, Y/N. She thought to herself.

Yoongi looked a little surprised, but not too taken aback. However, he did take around half a minute to soak that information in.

"W-when? How?" He tried tallying the timeline. He met Y/N around 6 years ago. They started dating a year after that. Before the 6 years, Y/N had been a celebrity for 2 years. But in those two years, Yi-hyun was committed to someone else. Logic did not logic.

"That was eleven years ago." She answered. 

That makes sense. Wait, 11 years ago??

"This was when Soo-he and I were still in Ulsan. During the last year of high school." She clarified without Yoongi asking.

The idol was definitely surprised. A little disappointed that she hadn't told this to him earlier, but it's not that she needed to. 

"Oh." 

"Yoongi." She brushed a thumb on his palm.  "I don't like him anymore. Even as a person."

"Ah." 

The two sat in silence as Yoongi soaked in all the information."

"Do you want to know the whole story?" She prompted. Yoongi was silent, but the shrug of his shoulders cued Y/N to continue.

"It all started when I was done with my 11th grade exams, and went to eat ice cream." 

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March, 2011.Ulsan, South Korea.

"So this is freedom." Y/N stepped out of the shop with ice cream in one hand, and a bag of food in the other.

"I love not giving exams anymore." Soo-he sighed as she plopped onto her bed, speaking into the phone.

"Mmm hmm." The teenage girl hummed as she bit into her ice cream.

"Did you just bite into your ice cream again? I still don't know how you manage to do that." Soo-he cringed.

"Ya, are you a spy or something?" The other best friend walked towards the crossroad that led to the park. The two of them have been together since middle school. Han So-hee and Y/N L/N had been the best of friends since the day when Y/N had helped So-hee out with her homework before math class started. So-hee then invited the girl over to her house to eat snacks. One thing led to another and 7 years later, here they were, eating ice creams and admiring the stars together.

"What have you thought about the future?" Y/N asked her best friend, changing the topic of conversation. The two had one last year of high school filled with entrance exams, applications and resumes.

"I really don't know, Y/N. I want to move to Seoul with my grandma next year, but money is a problem." "Are you seriously considering something arts related?" Y/N questioned her. The two best friends shared the dream of becoming artists. Y/N had a knack for theatre and So-hee was drawn to painting and sculpture. However, Y/N was sort of forced into becoming a marine biologist as her parents were keen on her having a more 'stable' job. And the ocean interested her more than the human body- so a doctor was out of the options.

"Yeah. It's honestly the only thing that is going to keep me sane and happy in my life." So-hee sighed. She has had a tough life. Trying to make ends meet, divorced parents, mother issues, everything everything. Her grandmother was the sweetest soul in the whole world. She helped Soo-he grow like she was her own daughter. She was also very quick to make Y/N her own kid. A lack of familial love was completed for both the girls- and the reason was Soo-he's grandmother. Y/N admired Soo-he in every way possible. She had been there through her loudest laughs, and the heaviest tears. She was her life. And the feelings were mutual. Soo-he couldn't imagine a life without her rock beside her. She was proud of Y/N to make it so far with so much pressure put on her. To Y/N, Han Soo-he was a warrior. And Soo-he was so proud of her sister-like-best friend, Y/N.

"You? Are you seriously considering discovering the ocean for the rest of your life?" Han asked Yoon. Y/N was passionate about acting. She dreamed of making it big one day. But an unsupportive family was the biggest obstacle she has had to face.

"I don't really have a choice, Soo. However, I do really wish that some miracle would happen that would allow me to go snag an opportunity that would be my big break." Y/N sighed, resting her head on Soo-he's shoulder.

"Come with me to Seoul. Tell your parents you're going for college, and start auditioning side by side. If you land a role, you might as well start acting. Who knows, you'll maybe make it big in the future." Soo-he suggested.

"Are you crazy? My parents would never let me audition with my University going on." Y/N spoke.

"Who's saying you have to tell them? Audition fees aren't so high that you'll have to ask them for money. I'll be going to Ulsan High School of Arts. Maybe you could try for UNIST?"

"You have to be kidding-"

"Ya, wait. My grandma's calling me." Y/N was interrupted by Soo-he. A couple minutes later she came back on the line..

"Sorry babe, duty calls. My grandma is asking me to help with some chores. I'll call you later, okay?"

"Yeah, cool." Y/N smiled. The two cut the phone after saying a bye.

Y/N sighed and further sat into the bench, bringing up her feet to cross them and get more comfortable. She continued eating her dessert in peace. Once that was over, she sat with her eyes closed, feeling the warm summer breeze on her face and listening to the cricket chirps.

Random thoughts ranging from Uhm Jung-hwa to 'is there a meaning to existence' ran through her mind. Just when the thoughts became bothersome, she was about to plug in her earphones to avoid any rational thinking, a loud sob came from behind her. Her head whipped to see someone.

A guy.

A very handsome guy, actually. He appeared to be dazed. Drunk, probably. There were tears streaking down his face and his hair was entirely messy.

Before she knew, Y/N was on her feet, approaching the boy.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" She asked, still maintaining a distance between the two.

"No. I am not okay," he sobs again.

"Uh..." She scratched her head, confused on how to tackle the situation. "Do you want some water or like food? A joke, perhaps?" She tried.

He just sniffled. Y/N sighed and gave him a bottle of water she just opened. He looked at her with puffy eyes, taking the bottle.

"Thank you." He spoke after drinking some.

"It's okay. Do you need something else? Food? Help getting home?" She offered.

"Can you answer a question for me?" He spoke.

"I'll try." Y/N chuckled nervously.

"Why are women so complicated?" He asked her with a straight face. Y/N's eyebrows raised as she dryly chuckled.

"Damn. Umm, why are women so complicated? In what way? I mean-"

"You're a woman." He pointed out, eyes squinting a bit as if he was inspecting her face.

"Yes. Yes I am. Good job noticing that." She was starting to feel a little weird now.

"Why are you so complicated?" He countered. Now this took her aback.

"Uh, I don't think I am? I mean you barely even know me." She retorted.

"I don't even want to. All women are complicated. All of y'all are confused and messed in the head." He points at her.

"What?"

"I don't like you." He looks at her and she looks back at him with a confused stare.

"Well, I'm sorry?"

"You should be. You are very annoying. I actually think I hate you."

"You barely even know me!"

"I don't even want to. No one should know you. Or any other woman."

"Well, I don't like you very much either, now that you're being a total asshole." Y/N gets up and so does he.

"All women are the same. Petty, indecisive and stuck-up bitches." He spews.

Y/N gasps, deeply offended.

"Well, all men are the same. Immature, narcissists, and egoistic crybabies." They both glare at each other one last time and walk away. Y/N scoffs and looks back at him. She sees him walking in the opposite direction as her.

I did not spend 10 minutes arguing with a complete stranger.

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Star speaks:

Hey everyone! This is the very first chapter of Reflections. It might not seem as interesting for now, but the plot builds up I promise!

Anyways, I hope everyone has a great day/night ahead.

Please let me know what you think in the comments or tag me!

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[therichantsim]

Last night I got off the most disheartening phone call with a friend I've known since we were pre-teens and my ex-husband on three way. The friend is who introduced me to my ex-husband. We chatted it up for a good while.

⚠️⚠️Trigger warning⚠️⚠️

Anti-lgbtqia+ hate speech below the cut.

Then somehow the subject of gay and trans people came up. I thought I knew where my ex-husband stood because we used to talk about it when our kids were little. I thought he supported LGTBQIA+. The friend was getting sentimental, and my ex called him gay. Which was weird since my ex is very much in touch with his softer side and can be very expressive and passionate about his feelings. So, although I know it was a joke, I didn't think it was funny. The friend said [[his name redacted]] is not gay! I may be a lot of things but I ain't no [[explicit]]. I said, "even if you were gay, we would still have mad love for you." He again reiterates. "I ain't no muh fukkin' [[redacted]]" My ex says, "Bruh, chill out with all that. Gay people are cool." Then says, "I have gay family members and if my kids came out gay, I'd still love them anyway." Friend says "Nah nigga fuck that shit. I'd rather my son be dead then gay." My heart broke!! Then he proceeds to give a weak ass strawman argument as to they (whoever "they" is...) are trying to shove this agenda down our throats. I felt like I was teleported into a podcast full of hoteps and incels. I said, "I am pro LGBTQIA+ so I'm going to need you to shut the fuck up." Here is where it really took a turn for the worst. My ex-husband who I love dearly as a friend and co-parent partner says, "But I can't get with them trans muh fukkas. I gotta draw the line there." My heart was beating so fast at this point. I started pacing the floor. I mean I gave them the whole speech about using talking points of white supremist. Then old friend says, "Yo, Ant aren't you a Christian? How can you be for these people?" I gave him historical teaching points on how the same stuff they say about them they said about black people. I mean I went in. As a theologian and ordain minister I pulled out doctrine in Hebrew, Aramaic, and Greek text. At one point they both said something about sounding like I went to college and like a black activist etc. COMPLETLY MISSING ALL THE FUCKING POINTS!!! I'm so disappointed in my ex-husband. However, the old friend I can go another decade without hearing from him again.

I talk to my ex at least twice a week. Sometimes with his current wife on the phone as well. We love them damn kids but we're also like I said, "good friends". We vacation together and everything, but now I don't know how to move forward knowing he's transphobic. Is this how white ally's feel when they have family members who are racist? He has called a few times and I ignored because I'm still upset. The kids say, "dad has been trying to reach you, why haven't you called him back?"

I'm sharing this because I don't know who else to have this kind of discussion with. I'm probably the most if not only progressive in my family. Everyone else is mostly indifferent because they have no skin in the fight and then there are the boomers so...🙄

[aclosetfan]

Heyyyyy, how are you doing? I hope you are doing well and life gets better and better with each day for you. just saw your post with your H/Cs about the girls. I was wondering if you have some of the boys too?? Maybe something you haven't mentioned before, and/or would be unexpected to some fans.

Btw, you are probably my favourite writer in the fandom. I usually don't re-read fics but Until Do Us Apart has my heart, ksjdhhdgghj. You can't imagine how much I cried when I first read it 😭 When I find it, I will definitely read it again (when I have free time).

Bro ngl, forgot i wrote that (AGAIN), re-read it, and after i got past all the typos i missed and fell into the story, i was like WHAT!? I couldn't have written that! Like who?? Me?? That was too sad. too heartbreaking. I hate it. I want five more stories just like it. thnxs!!

here's the link so everyone can be sad too :) just ignore all the fucking typos

lmao anywayyy! Three h/cs for our fave boys. I've forgotten what i have and have not mentioned, so if these are just repeats, sorry in advance. Like with the girls, my headcanons don't vary often! Once I've characterized them, they're pretty much characterized lolol

Brick:

On paper, he's not a good leader. He's condescending, bossy, lazy, and the biggest asshole, but where Blossom needs a plan for everything, Brick is quick on his feet and doesn't mind Boomer and Butch straying from the plan. He doesn't direct every action, and because he's better at taking shit in stride, his brothers are also better at acting independently. By contrast, Bubbles and Buttercup are well-trained and don't act until directed, which drives Brick up a wall. He's definitely an "I told you what needs to be done, so figure it out already" macro-manager.

Boy band/girly pop junkie, but he'll go to the grave before anyone finds out, except everyone knows. He's bad at hiding it. He claims all the k-pop shirts he owns were bought as a joke, but his spotify is linked to Butch and Boomer's, and they know how big of a swiftie he is. (or like in-universe equivalent lol)

He's depression barbie all the way, which isn't a new h/c I just want to reiterate that mentally he's not doing well and is a gremlin about it. His brothers routinely remind him that he does, in fact, have to drink water.

Butch:

If not for him, his brothers would have killed each other by now. He's not any more responsible than the other two, but he is a grounding figure. He has, overall, earth-sign-middle-sibling energy. He's the one who remembers to take out the trash, not because he wants to take out the trash, but because the trash just needs to be taken out, and he's standing there anyway. This headcanon is actually hard for me to convey with words. Basically, he's the one keeping the trio together. Good second-in-command guy.

Sure, Brick broods and Boomer whines, but Butch is the brother staying up at night yearning for something a little bit more than the life they've got. I think he'd be the brother most easily persuaded to "go good," not Boomer like I've seen. He likes his reputation as the big tough monster of the trio, but a small part of him knows it's all just a front and that he'd like to be respected as a person. With that in mind, it's easy to see how he could be angry angry angry. He's stuck, he wants more, he's doing what he's made to do, he loves his brothers, he wants to leave them, he feels directionless, lost - - - might as well workout to distract himself, maybe start a fight.

planes, trains, and automobiles bbbyyyyyyyyy. Autism be damned, my boy can work an engine (both real and of the model variety)

Boomer:

i feel like i've already said everything I've got on this kid haha, but I don't think I've mentioned that, like Bubbles, he's good with small creatures, but where she focuses on the cute ones, he's obsessed with rabid raccoons and fucked up looking opossums. He has an opossum hidden in his bedroom named Trashcan. Also very interested in Bugs(tm).

Went through an "emo" phase, except he was a total poser about it, which caused considerable tension between him and Brick (goth boy extraordinaire), and wore bad eyeliner. Then, immediately after, went through a surfer boy phase, then a cowboy phase, and then a, well . . . basically, Boomer's always trying to find himself because he doesn't think Himself is good enough (he hasn't had his Kenough moment yet), and is desperately seeking other peoples approval.

Boomer may not know who he is quite yet, but to his brothers, he is crinkly-eyed smiles, breezy laughs, warm hugs, and cold hands with an innate ability to make them feel like they're people worth loving. He may not like it, but he's the baby brother through and through.

#anon asks #rrb #some of these are sappy and sad #but i've basically said all my fun ones already

[elegantmusicdragon]

Nameless

Part 7 of Love, Animals, and The Stolen Goat

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x AnimalHandler!Reader (f!Reader; nicknamed Panda)

Rating/Warning: M! Language - a few f*bombs. REALLY crude references to sex - the word blowjob is used once. Making fun of celebrity names. 

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You still didn’t know Dieter’s real name. 

Like, in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t really THAT important. But it was the principle of the thing! The two of you had had sex at least sixteen times at this point - listen, rocky road ice cream has magical properties and it may have lead to the best four rounds of sex you had ever had back to back. Dieter was a freak in the sheets and you were grateful for it. 

You just wish you could be grateful for his REAL NAME. 

And you had tried to pry it out of him - like you pulled out all the stops. The funniest jokes you ever heard - 

“PANDA JESUS CHRIST DON’T MAKE ME PEE MY PANTS!” 

Buster snuggles - 

“Aw, who’s a good boy? Who wants chin scritches? Is it you? Is it you??” 

Margie knee mashing - 

“Margie for the love of all that is holy stop. That hurts!” 

Lingerie - 

“Good god, Panda. Are you looking to give me a heart attack? Get on the bed before I kick it in the best way possible.” 

And the absolute best blowjob you had ever given in your entire life - 

“Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no.” 

You still didn’t know why he started saying that right as he came, but you decided that some things were better left a mystery. 

And now you were curled up on your couch with Dieter’s head in your lap, Buster’s head in his lap, Margie snoozing in her portable bed, and Simon (the menace) sitting on the cushion behind you and attempting to whack your hair. 

“Simon, I swear to god if you don’t knock it off I will sell all of your mice toys and force you to eat wet food when we all know you hate it.”

Simon meows in retaliation, but stops. He knows the stakes here.

Dieter glances at Simon.

“Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll just have to get you some more dangles to play with so you stay away from your mom’s hair.”

He looks up at you and winks. 

Aaaaaaaaand your tummy is full of butterflies - dammit. 

NO. NO. NO PANDA. FOCUS. NAME. 

You clear your throat and begin to gently rub Dieter’s arm, tracing over his triangle tattoo. 

“When’d you get this?”

Dieter snorts. 

“Hell if I know, Panda. Cocaine fucks you up.”

“Oh.” You nod, a frown framing your face. Defeat. Damn. 

Dieter sees the dejected look on your face and grimaces. He clears his own throat and attempts to not make himself look even more like an asshole than he thinks he has. 

“Uhhhh. So despite my constant use of cocaine, I’m pretty sure I got this in Morocco. We were filming Desert Evening and a bunch of us decided to get tattoos because why the fuck not, y’know? Anyway, this guy Mo and I decided it would be cool to get triangle tattoos since it’s the most underrated instrument. Again, want to reiterate I was COMPLETELY high on cocaine when I made this decision but…it’s grown on me.” 

You smile. 

“That’s a fun story, Deet.” 

“I mean, I look like a moron in it but I’m glad my cocaine stories amuse you.” 

You laugh, and he starts laughing too once he sees your mood hit an upswing. 

“Why you so interested in the tattoo?” 

You gulp. Fuck. You didn’t expect him to go straight for the jugular, immediately. FUCK. 

“Well….you mentioned when we first started to hang out about your name…and-”

The deepest look of fear flashes over Dieter’s face instantaneously. RETREAT. RETREAT. 

“Butifyoudon’twannatellmeit’sfinejustforgetIsaidanythingwowlookathetimeit’s-”

He sits up so fast, Buster gets knocked off his tummy. Dieter puts his hand over your mouth. You see Buster in the corner of your eye on his back, staring at Dieter with fiery betrayal in his eyes. He whines, rights himself, and trots to Margie’s bed where he gets in and snuggles with her. Where is your camera when you need it? 

Dieter sighs. 

“I know the hand over the mouth thing is super shitty, but what I’m about to tell you will shake you to your very core and I’m not exaggerating when I say that, Panda.”

You nod, his hand still over your mouth.

“Mppph, mpph, mph.”

He smiles at you. 

“Okay. Thank you for understanding.” 

Dieter takes his hand off of your mouth. You stare at each other. Nothing like awkward silence to fill the void. Dieter clears his throat.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me.”

You nod as solemnly as you can. 

“I promise.”

He sighs. 

“Benicio Barros Ribeiro.”

You blink. Wait, what???

“Benicio?? Like Del Toro?”

“YES like Del Toro, why do you think my stage name is Dieter??” 

“I HAVE NO IDEA! WHY IS IT DIETER?”

“I LIKE MARLENE DIETRICH! SHE IS A VERY FINE ACTRESS AND I ENJOY HER WORK!”

“OKAY THAT’S A VALID REASON!”

“OKAY THEN CAN WE STOP YELLING??!”

“OKAY!!”

You look around in your post yelling haze. Buster and Margie glare at the two of you with bleary eyes. How dare you wake them up from their cute snuggly slumber? Simon has fucked off to who knows where; you’re pretty sure he’s in what he thinks is his super secret hiding spot - directly under your bed. Dieter’s face is beet red in what you’ve deemed to either be embarrassment or irritation. Deciding enough is enough, you shove him back down onto your lap and start running your fingers through his hair aggressively. If you can’t pet Margie to calm your nerves, you WILL pet your boyfriend, dammit!

It’s uncomfortably quiet for the next six and a half minutes before -

“Hey,” Dieter starts and clears his throat, “Sorry for shouting. Didn’t mean to scare you or the babies…my name is hard to talk about.”

You nod smally.  

“I just don’t understand why you’re embarrassed about the name Benicio…”

Dieter chuckles. 

“Oh it’s not the Benicio part that I find embarrassing.”

NOW you’re even more intrigued. You gently tug on the strands of hair you have gripped in your hand, eliciting a small moan from Dieter - you grin smugly. Now’s your chance!! Go for the finishing question!

“Which part is?”

Deet is so lost in your meticulously orchestrated hair playing, that his next words just slip out. 

“My middle name is Engelbert.” 

You stop, shocked. Dieter moans in frustration, oblivious to what he’s just revealed to you. 

“Engelbert?”

The spell is broken. Deet’s eyes widen in abject horror before they meet yours. 

“You mean, like, the singer?”

He covers his eyes before shouting - 

“MY MOM LOVES ENGELBERT HUMPERDINCK!! AT LEAST IT’S NOT FUCKING ELVIS!” 

Well, he has a point - you have to give him that. And you add, just to hopefully make him feel better about his ridiculously hilarious middle name - 

“It could be worse - it could be Meatloaf.”

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Part 7.5/Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo

A/N: This was a word vomit chapter written in two days and good golly gosh am I proud of this one. A lot of different sections literally made me laugh out loud! Only about 3 more parts to this story! I’m sad to say goodbye to Panda and Dieter but I have the perfect ending for them in mind! Thank you all so, so much for your continued interest in this story! It’s so fun to write - I really enjoy getting to flex my comedic muscles in this type of writing!

P.S.: My Aemond Targaryen fic only has one more part coming so if you’re interested in arranged marriages and falling in love despite that, go check it out! I’m also currently working on an Almost Famous inspired story featuring our boy - Jack “Whiskey” Daniels! Shout out to Blue and Amneris (tagged below) for expressing interest! It’s gonna have a more serious tone compared to this series, but I’m enjoying planning it out. Love you all like peanut butter loves jelly!

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[bruh-anator3000]

I wanna get back into writing but its so tedious, how do you do it? How did i do it so often last year? Anyways if enough people like this, maybe I'll finally do something with it

Warning; angsty lmao, viktor x reader, pretty sure its gn!reader so go ham, less than 800 words, get ready to feel the love ya mother never gave you points at mirror bc this bitch cried over this

Have fun :D much love <3

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"Why did you break up with me?" You felt the words build up in your throat, making it so sore they fell from your lips like a damn bursting. "What did I do wrong?" What we had, I thought was something good.

Viktor stayed silent. His back faced you as his focus never left the mechanics in front of him. On his desk. All his focus and hands on it. His gaze on it. How could something so small keep his attention from something so important.

You scoffed. "Just tell me so I don't make the same mistake in future relationships, okay? Then we can pretend we never happened."

The machine he was working on clattered to his metal desk. It made a loud clunk as it dropped. His hands went into his auburn brown hair. Those dexterous fingers curled around his locks and you got the message.

With a sigh, you let out a soft 'goodnight, Viktor,' and headed for the door.

"You scare me." His accented voice carried through the empty lab. Your hand froze above the doorknob, mere inches away from freedom. Inches away from escaping the crushing weight the man had just dropped on your shoulders.

He shifted in his stool with a huff. "No, no...you terrify me." He let out a dry, emotionally drained laugh. Viktor dragged a hand over his face.

You cast your gaze over your shoulder, your hand dropping. Your heart was being torn up all over again. The same splintering notion as the night he took you out to dinner, stood abruptly as the words he had said and left. You weren't sure how to react. How was someone supposed to react to this? You couldn't yell, that would further prove his point. You couldn't ask him to reiterate, you didn't want to know more. It was you. You were the problem.

You always were, weren't you?

"It's the way you talk." Viktor started again. You shook your head, you didn't want to hear this anymore. Opening your mouth, you felt a choked sorry try to pry it's way out out your lips. But Viktor continued. "Every word, it's like a siren song and I suddenly can't think straight. You speak with such confidence, I fear I get light headed from the sound of your voice. How your tone gets lighter when you're excited. How it darkens when you're serious."

"The way you handle problems, the way your eyes get so intense with focus, the jealousy that overwhelms me wishing it was I who held your attention, wishing I was deserving of that intensity, it frightens me. Knowing I could spend days upon days here in these very labs on a project no one else could figure out but if you- if you asked, I would burn it to the ground in attempts to see you smile. If you wanted - if you simply asked - I would drop to my knees and let you take my very life."

Viktor finally faced you, golden eyes glazing with tears. "I'm scared of how passionately I wish to love you."

You were stuck in place. That was something you didn't know how to react to. Those words... how would anyone react sensibly unless it was scripted. Was this scripted? Some joke?

"Viktor..." You said his name and watched as a tear rolled down his hollowed cheek. His eye bags had gotten worse, his complexion paler than you remember.

He sighed, moving his hand to rest his forehead in the heel of his palm. "I'm sorry, you deserve someone better."

You said his name again, softer as you took a step closer. Again you said that name, that name you wished was connected to yours. Again, you took a step towards him. Another and another until your practically ran to him as he stood up.

He caught you in his arms, shaking with silent tears. You wrapped your arms tight around him, burrying your face in his shoulder, feeling so sad yet so full of love. He held you closer and his hand craddled your head, as if he let even a fraction of space between you, he'd loose you all over again. Apology after apology, in the language you knew well and the other you only heard from him, tumbled out of his lips. You only shook your head against the junction between his neck and chest. Holding him just as tight, fingers digging into his shirt.

"I love you, miláčku." His breath shuddered with tears. "Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted what was best for you."

"You are what's best for me. I love you, Viktor. I always have."

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[icedmilkmatcha]

Uploading the first part of my first RK900 fic. Hope you like it! Check it out on Ao3:

You Missed My Heart

A human meets an android. And everything that happens in between and after it.

This isn’t a love story. It’s a story about love – or perhaps a retelling of what’s left of it.

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One: In the Beginning

A cosmic disappointment is what it was, at least in her memory.

She spent too much time aligning the freckles across his face like constellations beckoning to be noticed, adored; and that she did.

The cold grey pools of his eyes – an endless galaxy she could drown in, full of lightyears-old sparkles of stars that seem to never die out, not to her. If his stare was ice cold, she’d gladly freeze in the winter, basking in the snowstorm he had created for her. Everything about him was cold, from his touch to his presence to his soul. But all his eyes could ever do was burn holes into her skin with the way they lingered.

She remembered likening it to the weather when they first met. Flurry of snow on her hair and breathing out vapor from the cold. Or was it the cigarette half-finished in her hand? She doesn’t care for the insignificant details when he was the only memory worth remembering from that time.

“No smoking.” He had said, brows furrowed and face ever-so monotone. He sounded crudely offended almost, like even the idea of a cigarette is insulting to him, but his stare on the cigarette hanging from her lips remained intent.

It’s his eyes that took her by surprise. Those steel grey eyes colder than the weather that maybe it was his stare that sent the shiver down her spine.

“Public space. You can’t smoke in this property.” He clarified once he broke his stare and looked around the place. It was a barely noticeable garden just behind of the art gallery near the Detroit docks, a fairly quiet serene scene, except for the brewing hurricane between the two of them.

Finally she took it out of her mouth and replied, “Says who?”

“Says me.” He bit back, showing from under his winter coat his uniform jacket.

RK900. Oh. A Detroit Officer.

She didn’t even notice the blue of his LED when she was too focused on the grey of his eyes scanning her, analyzing perhaps? She didn’t know, and not that she minded when she had nothing to hide. She’s not a criminal, but with the way he was looking at her she might as well have been. Under his intense gaze, if it wasn’t so chilly she’d probably have melted into putty. She had noted that ever since that day, no matter how brief or fleeting RK900’s eyes looked into her, it was always just enough to burn into her skin, forever ingraining into it.

“Oh. Sorry,” she sheepishly muttered, perhaps his presence of authority rendered her shy and obedient for once, “I didn’t know androids needed to wear winter coats, since when do you get cold?” she added, half-joking, half-sincerely curious. Her response took him aback, but his face remained stoic. Unphased by the cold and the icebreaking conversation she had started.

“That’s not the point. You shouldn’t be smoking here anyway.” He felt himself getting impatient with her stubbornness and laidback demeanor getting underneath his cold plastic interior for the first time. Had his authority not mean anything to her?

“I always smoke here, you know. Never been a problem. In fact, you’re the one who came up to me. I should report you if anything, RK900.” She had drawn out his name purposefully, trying to get a reaction out of him. It didn’t seem to work though when his face and tone remained unchanging, but his posture moved closer towards her smaller frame.

Shit. Had she pushed her luck too far?

“Just because you’ve been doing it for long and nobody has said anything, doesn’t make it right. No smoking.” He reiterated, firmly asserting his authority over her. He was intimidating, she wasn’t going to lie, but she had no idea why he was making such a big fuss over the situation. Not that she would risk to figure out the consequence if she pushes his buttons even more.

With a swift movement, she puts out her cigarette and sighs in defeat. It was always this easy to give in to him.

He nodded in approval and seemed to relax a bit, his muscles softening and his intense gaze focusing on the view rather than her. She felt like she missed it. He stood a few feet away now, farther from the garden and leaning towards the railings of the dock, cold blank eyes staring deeply into an abyss she could never figure out where.

“New here?” she asked after what seemed like an eternity of silence. He hadn’t expected her to speak again, and neither did she. The silence in the air was far too embarrassing for her to bear and making small talk with the only human – or android – was the only way she could think of cutting through it.

“Yes.” He hesitantly replied, not caring for a conversation about his personal affairs perhaps. But as they’ve established, she is quite stubborn.

“Figures, this is the first time I’ve seen you. I would’ve noticed you sticking out like a sore thumb if you hadn’t been.” She continues, quite regretting saying the latter in case he would have misinterpreted it. Instead he tilts his head in a minuscule way to acknowledge her and had a glint of curiosity in his eyes with what she’d said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked her, tone not as hostile as before but still had that frigid commanding edge to it.

“You know… tall, android, wears winter coats perhaps just for fashion, minds other people’s business… That kind of sore thumb.” She joked, hoping to really break the ice this time and get her out of her misery.

He didn’t smile, he rarely ever does, that’s for certain. But she could’ve sworn that day a ghost of a smile briefly graced the handsome angles of his face. He says nothing instead and seems to ponder over something, he doesn’t seem engaging but something about his demeanor shifted, like he was more open to welcoming this unlikely conversation. He wonders if he should speak or leave, either options could end badly for the both of them. To this day she still doesn’t know if it had been unfortunate or not that he had chosen the former.

“Visited a peers’ event at the art gallery. I don’t usually go here. Told me I should make friends so I left. So excuse me for yearning some peace and quiet in this space.” He had blurted nonchalantly, perhaps a tad bit irritated when he caught himself spilling too much to her, a stranger he barely knew. But it’s not like he hadn’t analyzed her with his sensors from the first time he had seen her. How her coconut-scented shampoo lingered in her hair brushing against her coat or the chipped nail polish he thought was awful but she somehow managed to make bearable or the quick wisp of her vapory breath every time she inhaled the cold November air or the hint of tobacco on her fingertips that he deemed intolerable or the warm unquivering smile on her lips despite the breeze or the way the soles of her boots crunched up a bunch of snow as she kicks it away or the scarlet hue rising from her cheeks up to her ears, perhaps from the weather and definitely not anything to do with his presence. He didn’t know anything about her, and frankly, everything that he did know he had taken to dislike. It must be a system error in his programming that made him want to know her more despite it all. A fatal human flaw in his coding.

She half-smiles to herself in return, not expecting the stoic, cold, composed android to speak as much as he did. She was just as surprised as he was that he would talk to her still. Perhaps the thought of it made a blush creep unto her face. She hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“Then who are you making friends with here? The rose bushes?” she teased, smiling at him like a fool, a smile he’s never been given before that’s now a sentiment from a stranger. A stranger he definitely was sunken to know now.

“Not you, that’s for certain.”

“Oh, I already know we’re not going to be friends.” She thought she meant it that day, what she didn’t mean to do was barge into his life and leave traces of herself interlaced within his programming and biocomponents when she had said those words.

They really did not become friends. Friends don’t go to the same spot they’ve met every week with a book in their hands to read to each other. Friends don’t go into deep human-to-android cosmic existential conversations underneath the coldest starry night in Detroit, and when she asked if he ever thought he could feel now that he was a deviant they both were taken aback with the wild flash of yellow and red of his LED. Friends don’t acknowledge the silence of that aftermath. Friends don’t spend hours and hours arguing over art and politics and literature and etiquette or whether or not androids need winter coats or whether it was fair humans should stay out in the cold talking to an unfreezing being (they had decided, it wasn’t.) Friends don’t get concerned about their wellbeing as the other quits smoking entirely after that.

Friends don’t look at each other the way she did 6 months from that night, when she had asked out of stupid courage if he wanted to get the hell out of there and into a quieter (if that was even possible) spot that she knew, a glint of hope and adulation in her eyes that seeped out from her body when she absentmindedly tugged at his arm. She thought he’d mind and pull away, devastating her attempts even further. Instead, he didn’t. She thought she might’ve imagined it but in her mind she felt him pull closer. Friends don’t look at each other the way he did that same night, when she took him with his cold hard plastic arm clutched in her warm soft hands farther into the serene port area of Detroit and forgot to catch himself as his hands push away a stray snowflake landing on her eyelids. If his gaze could burn, his touch felt like hell. The kind of hell she’d blissfully be condemned to eternity to.

Friends don’t look at each other like they’ve just met after spending eternities searching for each other in different timelines and universes.

Or maybe friends did. And it’s just that some cruel, ironic, masochistic, yet logical part in his programming wanted to believe that she could never be friends with someone like him. Where there was cold, there he was. Her warmth proved she could never linger in a place like his. Being friends with her meant there would be fear residing inside his plastic and metal chassis, running inside his thirium. Being friends with her meant he would have fear, and he’s RK900, the most advanced android there is, and he doesn’t, shouldn’t, will never feel fear.

Until the moment her hands pull him closer, close enough for him to detect the rapid thump of her heartbeat, as if his was any better with the way his thirium pump could almost go wilder than it does when he’s on a mission. But this isn’t like his missions though; he’s never felt more at peace.

Perhaps he did feel fear. Fear that this was something else, something rattling in his chassis begging to come out after he’s caged it for so long, something boiling in his thirium after he’s suppressed it as much as an advanced model like an RK900 could.

“Nines,” she whispered, a name so foreign yet so comforting when it’s said so close to his audio receptors.

Nines. He liked the sound of it, or maybe it was the fact that it was rolling off her tongue that made it so much more appealing, much more sentimental to him. He’d never been called anything other than his model number despite deviating, having her call him something other than that made him feel like a semblance of a human being. He liked that, going by the way his thirium pump soars again.

Is it the fear? Or entirely something else? He wondered. He rarely wonders when he knows everything.

He says her name, and though he’s said it a thousand times prior, it felt so new sitting in his mouth, like his non-existent breath struggled to get the words out and his sensor-filled tongue somehow got compromised and tied.

“Is there something else between us?” she asked, and there she was again peering from under her eyelids underneath the thick coat of snow, the lake glistening underneath the pale moonlight, and the chilly breeze making her lip quiver slightly, he wishes he could lean in and shield her from it. He could, but there’s that damn fear.

For the first time, a question has rendered him speechless. He knows the answer all too well.

“Yes.”

But it’s all a memory, isn’t it? She’s sat by the same dock they were just at a year ago, the same weather and the same skyline and the same moonlight yet somehow emptier and colder without him, ironically, because he’s always said he was the cold in her life.

She lets the snow take her thoughts away of the memories of the taller, cooler, android and the distance between them even though they’re in the same city, just different lives apart now.

She lights up a cigarette for the first time again in a while as she remembers, bittersweet. For once she hopes she gets interrupted again with a pair of eyes and a silver-tongue. She has a preference on who (grey and metallic, she presumed.)

A cosmic disappointment, a human shortcoming. Like a black hole, a theory forever ingrained in her mind full of what ifs that are left unanswered as she never fully comes close to him; only barely but never quite there. She reaches for him as she gets lost in his space, too close, too much.

Now that it was all but a fleeting memory in her mind, she lets the nicotine leave a bitter aftertaste in her mouth as he had left a bitter aftertaste in her universe.

This is where it all began – the ending of it all.

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I just want to thank my favorite authors & creators in this community @pseudonymmcwriter, @dattebae, @chaos-thirium for being such amazing people & inspirations. I’m not near as great as them but the way they inspire us just <33 Much love to all!

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ARGGGGG :3 !!!!!!!!!! (i'll put a read more on this to spare people while they scroll) I'm going to assume this is for S&M so i will answer for them!!

🎥 "do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation?"

I think both 303 & 305 knock it out of the park with everything for me. I love the endings with all my heart. also the "big reveal" and the intro of 303 are something i wish i could experience again for the first time because it was so ridiculously fun

🎶 "if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?"

YOURE KILLING MEEEEE !!!!! I COULD MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT THIS ON ITS OWN. i will list (some) of my favorites from each installment because ^_^ yeah . i loove infodumping about music

HIT THE ROAD- Snuckey's Greatest Muzaks #2 & The flashback (both make me feel really nostalgic and comforted . i really love these)

FREELANCE POLICE (cartoon)- Rugburn (thid is what it would sound like if you did a dissection on my brain i think)

SAVE THE WORLD- World of Max, Cogs in Motion, Casino theme (all three of these are so memorable i dont think i need to explain but I love how playful they are too. thank you jared emerson-johnson)

BEYOND TIME AND SPACE- Twilight Eternal, Maimtron 9000's Pancake Breakfast (i dont get tired of these they are genuinely incredible. also i LOVE the twilight eternal callbacks in TDP *looks at you autistically*)

THE DEVIL'S PLAYHOUSE- A Meeting of Minds, Totally Into Max, Psychic Showdown, Twilight Eternal Reprise, Intro (jared emerson-johnson is so fucking incredible for this series. this game is literally like a constant divide between atmosphere and super fun jazz and sci-fi sounds that make my brain explode. I NEED THAT HIGH QUALITY REMASTER SOUNDTRACK. so good they ooze they make my brain turn into slime)

💔 "tell us about one of your LEAST favorite characters and why you dislike them."

the soda poppers. the joke of them existing just gets tired after Save The World, and i think part of this TDP analysis kind of reiterates this in Beyond Time and Space specifically (video timestamp here) . anyway by the time they show up in season 2 i was just kind of over it sorry LOLL

#THANK YOU . SO MUCH FOR THE ASK! #i love talking about my special interest :3 #i would love to hear your guys' thoughts too. #ask #hyperfixation ask game

[princesspastarave]

“i’m sorry i think of you everywhere i go”

I’m sorry, 🐌. You never wanted to be photographed and I did it anyways. You hated my constant recording and I did it anyways. You never wanted to me to think about you after and here I am doing it fucking anyways. They tell me it’s alright because it’s an act of my love, but my love just makes me feel guilty.

We’d met in the spring and you first left in the summer. I knew your girlfriend broke up with you and he told me you went to the hospital. I got so worried about you I had started to cry and he told me to ‘cut that out because [you] were gonna be fine,’ but more so because he hated seeing me cry like that and knew you would too. Especially if you found out you were the reason. I told you about the incident years later and you got so mad at me, went on and on about how upsetting it was that I ever thought of you like that kind of person and you had ever caused me that pain. Said it ‘made me look like your mom.’ I joked that was I was your new mom and you were one of our many adopted children, and it was there you laughed and held me and promised you were okay. You were going to be there for me and pull through for me, even when it sounded like you couldn’t. You were so strong and capable and you loved me so much that everything was going to be okay, so I didn’t need to worry.

You reiterated that time and time again. I made you feel loved and made you proud all the time. You loved when I sang for you and watched you play your games together. When I wrote things and shared them with you. For my lunches and dinners and silly party themes you always dressed up with me for. You loved me in Port Credit and York Mills and in every room we’d walk through. To be with you was to be loved by the first boy I could genuinely call my friend. You loved me.

You loved me so much it was the first thing your aunt said to my face. You loved me so much it killed you to think about hurting me. You loved me so much my pain made you ache. You loved me to the point that you “couldn’t picture a life worth living without me.” But that last part doesn’t make me feel loved at all. I’m sorry, 🐌. I don’t feel your love in the weight of comforting your mother about lowering her only child into the fucking ground. I just feel guilty and responsible and guilty again.

Because I knew this was an ongoing thing. I knew that things with the next girl went south and it happened again. And you had a bad physics exam and it happened again. You didn’t get into the university you wanted or you had a bad semester and it happened again and again and again. You thought I didn’t know. You and everyone else think I don’t know things because you don’t tell me them but you and everyone else are forgetting my stupid prophetic ass dreams. The way I can get people to talk. You’re forgetting the way I can make anyone tell me anything, ok? So yeah, I knew. I knew a lot and it still wasn’t enough and I’m sorry, 🐌. But I’m more sorry to her because If I knew you were actively suicidal I would’ve never set you up in the first place. I’m sorry. Don’t tell me not to blame myself there’s this liminal space between us now and I know I’m responsible for that and I just have to accept that.

That wasn’t fair. The last time I ever saw you was the housewarming in my apartment. I thought I knew it all because I thought a few pieces built for me in there meant that was the place I’d grow old in. I should’ve known to get his name on the lease but more importantly I should’ve known to take more pictures of you. To feed you more rolls and hug you a longer goodbye. I should’ve known not to listen or to ever fucking believe you. I should’ve known to do things my way. You did it days after the birthday party I threw for them and now looking back at that time just makes me feel guilty. Like I’m wrong and subsequently disregarding the faces of new love in my life. Looking at any of our photos together fills my heart in the most emptying way and I feel like I can’t talk about you with anyone. The only 3 people you let know you and not just know of you are hauntingly stuck together in every realm but the physical one.

I will join you in the ground before I ever speak to him again, and I am as gone as you are if I’m to bring up the death of her first love as she grieves the ambiguous loss of her second. Are you fucking kidding me? In a crowd or in solitude through new faces and old I still cannot grieve and I’m still fucking guilty.

Of course I have other people in my life to talk to about this. Other people who’ve gone through a similar loss as well, but I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t want to talk about loss or mental health or suicidal prevention, I want to talk about you and I can’t do that anymore. Because other people can’t sympathize in the way I need them to. They can read my letters and scroll through the playlists, sure, but they will only know the stories they hear and will never really know you. They see you in pictures and the way you linger in the back of my mind but they weren’t fucking there for you. Hell, I wasn’t even there for you! YOU DIDN’T LET ME. YOU TOLD ME TO LEAVE YOU ALONE AND I LISTENED LIKE AN IDIOT I’M SORRY 🐌 I’M SORRY AND RESPONSIBLE AND GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY.

I haven’t visited your grave since I went for your Shiva which makes me feel guiltier. I keep making excuses, that I’m working and my schedule is weird and North York is really far away, but the fact of the matter is, people make a further commute to and from work every day and there are planes and trains and cars. There are people in my life I see from there and Oshawa and LA. For fuck’s sake, I went to the site with some rando Mazda man, visited his mom in the exact same place, and purposely avoided looking for your stone. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re in there, I know that, but I can’t bring myself to see you like that, which means as much as I love you I don’t ever want to see you again. I’m sorry, love.

I don’t know where this guilt comes from but it’s not haha Catholicism. It’s not something you can chalk up to my mother either, which you often would do. I know where the disappointment comes from though, which makes me feel even guiltier. It’s because you disappointed me. You lied and promised me you’d be okay. You swore you’d pull through for me and I believed you and your little ‘social media break!’ text like a stupid little fool. I waited around for you just like I waited for his “I’ll tell my parents next semester” bullshit and you both made me look like a fucking idiot for it. You humiliated me and I wanna hate you so bad and if I was taught how to be a hater I so would. I would have had a very different 2023 and 2022 and life in general but this isn’t about me and my inability to hate this is about you. This is your letter on your day about your grief and your goodbye because despite what I read in that godforsaken headline, you are very much not a ghost and very much not dead you are very much alive and in my head and as haunting as that is and how I know you hate the pain, I won’t say “get out,” because I don’t want you to ever leave.

The only thing worse than you leaving the first time is gonna be you leaving the second and I am already crippled with the guilt of knowing and loving and remembering you but mostly I am guilt ridden for changing because you can’t anymore. I never wait for people to get better. I never sit still for change. I am not the same person I was when you said goodbye and though you’ve told me in countless dreams and new faces and places you bring me to that you still love me and are rooting for me to embrace the growth in the unknown I can’t help but feel like I should be over this by now and am therefore letting you and everyone else down.

I get over people in minutes by acting like they’re dead to me despite them being very much the opposite and it’s finally catching up to me now that it’s vice versa. It’s been years. 2 Years since you left and the sweet boy I thought ‘hated seeing me cry’ was encapsulated by a poisonous fog. 2 years of “you’re just such a pretty crier, I can’t help it.” 2 years of “I just can’t help it, it’s so hot when you’re mad.” 2 years of “Do you really wanna be like your mom? No? Do as I say and keep your fucking mouth shut.” 2 years since “He’s in the ground, can’t you just hold me? I’ll hold you after, stop telling people what I’m doing.” 2 years of never being held after and never even just being held. 2 years of this sick, sick, sickness.

I want to believe that that was just a trauma response to losing his friend, but the way him and people in general love me most when I have nowhere to go only solidifies their true intentions with me and our relationships. In hindsight, he fucking hated me. And he definitely still does.

He hates my career and my hyper-femininity. He hates my writing and ability to connect with people. Probably because he could only connect with you. He hates my indie pop mixes and my queerness and my friends. He hates the apartment I furnished all pink with the little money he hates I earned. He hates my unconditional love and my overdeveloped need to protect. But most of all, he hates that I never shut up. He hates when I speak on my experiences, especially the ones he caused. They all do.

Recap last year and the faces are different but the end is all the same. I’ve rebuilt to go anywhere and be able to look for and find love in every single space and that freedom is envied by the likes of every socially inept man that thinks an exotic wife and kids is going to make his pathetic days a little bit more interesting. Hated by every insecure woman as a mirror for what they could’ve become had they rewired themselves sooner. I am desirable, but as warm and adoring as I am I don’t think there’s a way I can ever acquire genuine romantic love. I can cast all the spells I want and make my little jars and do my affirmations but the love might not ever be experienced. Not in the way where I can say “no,” and still be treated kindly and in a safe space, at least.

You never pulled through for me and neither did he. You both let me down so hard yet I’m the one feeling guilty. He never got a job. He never told his parents what he did. He never cleaned the place or took care of lil bug. He never took me out to the roller rink downstairs. He never took me out anywhere where wasn’t where his friends were for that matter. He would just take my body and leave.

Blame me for stealing his parents’ money and leave. Start fights so he could get hard watching me cry and leave. Literally throw me on the floor after he’d blow his fucking load and leave. I watched him run out the fucking door as my lifeless frame cradled myself to sleep in fucking tears for a year. I was nothing but a body and a crazy girl back home story to him. A pay per view pocket pussy, if you will. He’d be telling his friends all about how “he loved me and adored me and saved me from my violent mom” which was fucking sick because it was true. The last part at least. But I was not loved. I was not safe or cared for or even fucking wanted. What’s loved was the idea of a pink hair BPD bitch to be his subservient little slave forever and ever and then some more and it’s the only thing that’s wanted of me to be honest. The only way I’ve ever known how to be loved by a man.

But it’s been 2 years now. and while I’m not blaming you for the aftermath of someone else’s actions, I want you to know that something in him died that day you did too and I don’t think it’s ever coming back. I don’t think he’ll ever recover from you, but fuck if I’m not trying to recover from him every fucking day! I am trying so hard and as much as I love you I don’t think I will ever forgive you for inadvertently causing the beginning of the endless flinching and crying and guilt coursing through my veins.

At the end of the day, I don’t hate you at all. Even if I do, I’ll never hate you half as much as I hate myself for going against your wishes to not be remembered and essentially cared for. I’m so sorry, 🐌. I’m sorry I care you all the time. I’m sorry I hear your voice in “Darling.” I’m sorry I see you in bars and cars and at the edge of my bed and in the back of my head. I’m sorry I feel you in every airplane that passes by and in every tuxedo cat I deem homophobic the way you would. I’m sorry I can’t wait for anyone anymore and me and my plans change every day. I’m sorry I hear your laugh every time I’m giggling too and kicking my feet writing glitter gel pen love letters. I’m sorry I see your face in every Vyvanse-taking, bisexual, Wasian, Jewish boy that teases me for collecting rocks and reading stars in the sky. I’m sorry I think about you everywhere I go just so there’s a little bit more of you in the world. I usually know how to make everything okay but I don’t know what else there is left to do or say or even left to feel besides I’m sorry, love and guilty, guilty, guilty.

#cw death #cw sui mention #loss #dealing with grief #🐌 #vent post #cw sex talk #cw sa mention #🫚 #🥅

[stormblessed95]

Hey there! I hope you're doing great today!

So in the recent vminhopekook live, which has quickly taken the spot of my top three favourites, taehyung mentions him travelling with jungkook? A trip? I'm not really sure? Do you think he's referring to them travelling together in Las Vegas or in the past? I'm unsure of the timeline.

Thanks in advance!

Hi! I'm just going to talk/gush about the entire vlive under your ask! Lol Hope you don't mind. I've had like 12 asks/dms over this specific part of the vlive. So hopefully officially subs can help clear it up! Link for those who need it

Starts off with our sunshine line saying hello and sharing that lately, especially while in Vegas, the 4 of them (including JK who wasn't there yet) have just been gathering alot, hanging out and/or drinking. Which is so cute, especially when you remember that from ITS2, those 4 grouped themselves together to share a house originally as "team party party!" Lol I love how much fun they all have together and how much they love just being together too!

Jimin sharing teaching Vhope about Mukbang introductions since he has been watching them alot lately. (He is so cute) and that he watches mukbangs a lot when he is on a diet. Tae says they just make him hungry. Lol Jimin saying that he wasn't planning on eating today, but with all the food in front of him, it's hard to resist. And Jimin accidentally mispronounced "Hyung" at first when telling Hobi to trust his food prep and all the giggles that followed were sooooo cute. I swear.

Jimin putting food in front of Tae and telling him to eat up, that it's not spicy at all and to trust him 🥺 But it turning out to be that Tae DOES find it a bit spicy anyway. Lol "it's spicy, but it's good." Jimin and Hobi both trying some and not getting any spice. 🤣 Poor Tae. I understand. Lol Tae also randomly brought up that seeing Jimin and Jhope makes him think about them going to that haunted house that one time. I wonder if he is referencing the run episode or another time. THE LAUGHTER IN THIS VLIVE IS SO PRECIOUS. SO CUTE. Jimin and Hobi keep practically rolling on the ground. Lmao they are so cute. Hobi trying to read comments and vmin just DYING in the background. 😂

Hobi asking who planned/ordered the food menu for the vlive. Tae said that he did. And Hobi just said "You really walk into my heart." OKAY the soft affection Vhope. That was precious. The way into Hobis heart is clearly through good food!! "Stay by my side forever" 😭 I love them. Jimin, "all the comments are saying marry me." Tae, "everyone you want to marry us?" *smirks* Jimin, *turns around in disbelief* 😂🤣

Tae said their time in Vegas flew by so fast because they went out and did so much while they were here and had fun. Jimin shared that he and Hobi also went out one time for drinks and talked about emotional stuff 🥺 they shared how they all hung out together with all the members so much. That after shows they would have drinks and talk together and it made their trip and stay in the city so fun 🥺 They said they would often gather in JKs room since he would turn on his mood lighting on the walls and it was fun there. Lol JK having the party room is so cute and fitting.

Jimin saying that ARMY probably think of them like "they are my babies but they don't act like celebrities." 😭🤣🤣 Tae saying ARMY know them all so well and that we are all like family. The reiteration though on the fact that they ARE adults. Some need to keep that in mind. They way they are just chit chatting is so cute. I love just seeing them relaxed and enjoying themselves. But the teasing at already hearing Jimins OST is just mean 😭 lol man, in Vegas, the maknaes really just be flexing their Jimin privilege on us!

They joke saying they should just act like the camera isn't even there. Tae lays down. And then they start teasing saying that for it to really be like that Jimin would have to take his clothes off too. Just hangs around in his underwear on his off time. OKAY!! Lol everyone talks over each other a bit here then too and then Hobi says something about how when they are together, JK is in charge of the music. Jimin looks at him with quite the reaction. Hobi goes "what about your clothes?" Jimin just shakes his head and moves on. Lmao WHAT WAS THAT. It almost seemed like Jimin wasn't sure if Hobi was referencing JK in regards to the music or in regards to Jimins clothes since there was so much talking happening 👀😂 lmao maybe. Maybe not. But that really was quite the facial expression he gave Hobi. Lmao we can just move on from that too. Thanks!

Making plans to get together for a drink after their day 4 concert too. 🥺 Hobi also talked about the lady gaga concert and how much he loved it. They shared that Tae, Jimin and Jin all had originally wanted to go to but ended up staying at the hotel. So rumors of anyone being there with Hobi can be laid to rest, he confirmed he was there alone. Lol which should have been easy to tell anyways. The way they just turned on music and started vibing out too. I love them. And HOBI. Unprompted sir! Lmao Vmin vibing to music and Hobi just goes "so sexy. I just feel so good watching you two do anything."

I mean, UNDERSTANDABLE, BUT?! I can't tell if this was just super heartwarming or super 🌈. But I'm just going to say it was both. 🤣

JM mentioned having schedules while there in LV and a shooting location, but because of a sandstorm, it all got canceled. So they spent 2 hours driving there and then just 2 hours driving back 😭🤣 Tae trying to go to the bathroom with Jimin will NEVER not be funny. Lmfao I made a whole post about that one already too. Please 🤣 Tae didn't didn't go to the bathroom when Jimin was done and came back. He didn't have to go, he just wanted to buddy system the bathroom trip with Jimin 💀

Vhope once again stating that if JK was there, the 4 of them are the usual unit. Tae saying that the 4 of them have gathered ALOT on this tour. "We just stay together all the time." All their giggles, I can't take it. Hobi, "with Jimin, it's so funny. We laugh alot." 😭🥰 Hobi talking about taking lots of videos just for his memories and doing video edits with them now. So sweetly too. Hope Film really is so superior !

They way they are all just hanging out on Vlive, while also browsing Weverse at the same time is adorable. Lol Jimin saying a photo of Suga looks exactly like his Aunt. 😂 This vlive is the representation of Jhope saying that Jimin always makes him laugh the most. "Even your eyes make me laugh." Jimin looks at him and Hobi giggles. Lol Jimin "we should live together for a lifetime then." "I love it Jimin." Why are they all so sickeningly sweet to each other 😭

While scrolling Weverse, Tae saw the photo of him and JK from his birthday all dressed up like that meme they were recreating. He said that it wasn't from shooting, that he was traveling with JK and they recommended outfits to each other. Which i guess is how that photo came came be! Lol this is about an hour and 4 minutes into the vlive. Their trip would have had to have been taken around the end-ish of October 2021 since JK had the same mint hair during their first PTD Concerts in Seoul in the photo with Tae. This also means that because of travel restrictions and the more strict quarantine rules in S.K. at the time, they likely stayed close to home for wherever they went. Maybe they just went to the next city over or literally just went into the Seoul. "Trip" does not have to mean international or even far away. People legit say things like "I took a trip to the mall today." Lol wherever they went and whatever they did, it looks like they had fun finding silly clothes to wear! And they managed to not get bothered by anyone the whole time too. Which is super nice to hear about their privacy being respected! I'm glad Tae shared. He probably was answering a question on weverse about where the photo was from since he explained it wasn't for a shoot. They're cute!!

At the same time that Tae finishes explaining the photo. It was literally like only 2 sentences, you hear the door open and it's Jungkook finally done with his workout and joining them for the very end of the vlive! The way JK came in after his workout, Jimin immediately reached up for his hand apologizing for eating, JK jokingly calling him a traitor. 🥺😂 The way JK taps Hobi out his way as he goes to take the spot next to Jimin too. And the way they sit cuddled up on the couch, with jimins leg Over top JKs leg and his hand on Jimins knee. The boyfriend energy that showed up AS SOON AS JUNGKOOK DID. Just wow.

I also have a post already about the whole diet/traitor thing up already too, I will link that here:

Jimin scolds JK for revealing all of the photo on the wall behind them on his vlive a few days ago and JK gets all sheepish in his replies, but so many k-jkkrs were freaking out about his tone of voice and how he was talking to Jimin here because it was all very informal speech as well. Many pointed out especially his use of 머 (what) was VERY informal and soft in tone/language. For an example from a k-jkkr:

JK shares that he just finished his workout, of Boxing, abs and back before coming to the vlive. Tae says that he tried sparring with JK and learning it and that it was very difficult. Lmao and JK chimes in with a "you didn't learn boxing, that was just for fun" teasing his hyung. Lmfao and then Jungkook shares his excitement that Jimin will start boxing soon too! He looked so thrilled to be getting a boxing partner! 🥰😂 Just another Hobby for Jikook to share since they don't already spend enough time together 🤭🤣

Can we also just enjoy Jimin being the center of this short little cuddle pile too? JK leaned over on one side holding Jimins leg. Tae leaned on his other side. And Hobi leaning back to lay on his lap. Lol they are all so cute.

JK complaining about how good the food smells and how he wants to eat it. Vmin both offering him some since they had plenty of food and ice cream still left over and JK saying he will just eat tomorrow. Tae looked like he wanted to roll his eyes at that comment lol and Jimin just reached over and pinched his thigh. 💀 no comments required I guess. Lmao

K-jkkrs again freaking out at the tone of voice used with jikook talking to each other. Jimin saying he wanted to go for a run and JK answered "but it's too late" in a very indulgent tone. They said it was similar to Jimins birthday vlive informal tones too. Jimin saying no because of his toe injuries and JK just saying "ahh" and comfortingly patting his knee. 🥺 cute. I hope his toes feel better now though!

For example, the explaination from Dalloga:

Hobi turns to tell JK that they planned to have wrapped up their vlive at midnight. JK answers "okay I heard that." Hobi asked him How and JK just says that he heard and that's why he came up to join and say hello before the live ended. And then Hobi looking over at Jimin before everyone moving on. Makes it seem likely that Jimin and JK were texting each other while Jimin was on his phone earlier. Jimin probably letting him know when the vlive was ending and JK letting Jimin know his workout was over and he would be coming over to join them. Which is not confirmed but its an easy conclusion to reach based on context here. Lol

Tae asking if they've ever done vlive for over an hour before. JK said he did one for over 2 hours. Tae shocked asked what he did and Jimin answered for him that he just sang songs. Lol meaning he either watched it or JK told him about it and what he did on vlive. Which cute either way. 🥰 and while they are having that conversation, Hobi is just sitting in front of JK spiking up his hair and saying it makes JK look like he in a forest and giggling. JK pretending to have to chop through the "forest." I love them.

Everyone joking about taking selfies like a dad. JK saying that his grandma is really good at taking selfies. Jimin sharing a story about sending messages to his grandma on her birthday basically directly to JK, him nodding intently along listening so well. They're so cute. They always tell their stories TO each other. JK saying the food smell is still so strong and that he needs a shower so he is going to leave. Lol and Tae basically just going NOPE and dragging him back in for the group of 4 to pose and be a little silly together some more as they say goodbye. Looked like perhaps the manhandling made him a tad bit sore after his strenuous workout though, but they were cute.

They take turns to make a 4 line poem to say goodbye to ARMY. Lol the giggles 🥰 Hobis one line became like 5 lines and Jimins face watching him ramble on while trying not to laugh 🤣 Jimin ends it and says goodnight and Hobi just starts randomly choking/shaking him. Lmfao WHY?! Jimins laugh is amazing though. I need this clip on a loop. It's so cute.

But also Hobi saying goodbye and love yous to us, Jimin seeing JK in the camera and turning around super quick quick look at him in person too. That was adorable!! He said, let me just see you in real life again for a quick second.

This was honestly one of the cutest vlives ever. I agree, it's probably one of my favorites too. Just sooo sweet and sooo cute. I hope you don't mind me making an entire post over the entire hour+ video when you just had one question that I clearly could have answered in just one paragraph. Lmfao BUT THANKS! Hope it did answer your question as well too. 🥰🥰

#jikook #kookmin #jikook on vlive #jikook in 2022 #sunshine line vlive #220415 jikook

[tommyspeakycap]

omgg write something about playing or braiding jack’s hair

oh em gee I love this !!!!! I loved his hair braid too omg

Jack had a very specific barber he liked to go to to get the same quality haircut he always got. He trusted that specific barber and his appointments were always made in advance to absolutely ensure he could get it done the way he liked by whom he liked at the right time so it never got overgrown or hard to manage. Jack was very specific about his hair and about keeping it the way he liked it to be. It was part of his image, part of him really. The Brummie boy hated when anyone else touched it. Be that joking team members giving his head a teasing push or his dad ruffling his hair each time he walks in the door, it irks the living daylights right out of him.

So it seems as though it’s Jack’s own personal nightmare now the barbers are shut with absolutely no sign of opening up for at least another month and Jack can’t seem to take one minute more of training with his hair getting all up in his eyes, dropping into his face and blowing wildly in Birmingham wind even with a headband in. It is driving him absolutely insane. It’s all he can think of in this moment.

And that is because he currently has your fingers tangled in it completely absentmindedly as he lays in between with your legs with his legs stretched out along the L section of the L shaped couch. Your eyes are fully focussed on the storyline evolving throughout an old episode of Greys Anatomy. Jack’s arms are around your torso as his head rests comfortably on your lower stomach with his eyes peacefully shut. He would usually engage in the TV with you, but the preseason after an unexpected break that had him doing less exercise than he definitely should have been doing had him absolutely shattered.

It was rare for even you to touch the locks he took so laughably serious, but it felt like the most soothing experience he’d maybe ever had to feel the gentility of your finger massaging over his scalp in the most relaxing manner he’d ever known. Even his sports massages after long matches weren’t this relaxing.

“Mmmhm, feels so good.” He murmurs, his voice ticking your stomach as he speaks against it, the sigh that leaves him making you giggle in response. “So annoyin’ in training.” He adds tiredly, but not lacking in the obvious irritation he feels towards it. Jack tends to feel a lot and often, and even seemingly small things like his hair getting in the way of his play was unimaginably irritating for him.

“I could cut it?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” he snorts, “And end up like the poor dog? I’ll pass love.”

“Aw come on! It wasn’t that bad.” You retort

“He looked like a street rat with curls, sweetheart.” He laughs, despite the disappointment he feels for your hands leaving his hair for the first time since he lay down tonight.

“Cheek.”

“Sorry baby.” He lulls, finally looking up at you for the first time, lifting his face to offer you a smile that strained him. Holding his head up like that was too much for his already tired muscles, so he’s quickly laying his head back to its resting place. You can’t think of anything else to retort with, knowing full and well the incredibly poor state of affairs that occurred in your household three weeks into Lockdown 1 after you attempted to give the dog a haircut out of pure boredom and lack of open dog grooming services. The state of affairs being Jack crawling to the bathroom on his knees and one hand with the other hand holding onto his crotch because he was trying so hard not to wet himself from laughing at the poor pup who looked so confused that his dad hadn’t been able to greet him as normal when he returned from the weekly food shop.

Jack very nearly did piss on your good cream carpet that day, so it was fair for him to not trust your barber skills either. Especially being the way he is about his hair.

“You know the old episodes make me miss Derek.” You announce after a moment of only the television speaking between the two of you.

“He the one with the hair?” Jack mumbles. You snort a laugh.

“They’ve all got hair, Jack. Go on, say it then?”

“Fine,” he huffs indignantly, “The one with the good hair.”

Your giggle makes his heart erupt into butterflies that dance through his stomach and chest just like it does every single time he gets to be lucky enough to hear it. Jack doesn’t like to admit when others have hair he likes. He prefers to live in a world where his hairstyle is simply the best, and truly he usually does. He tends to live in his own world anyway. The world where his hair is fantastic, he gets to do what he loves for a living and come home to you each and every day. That’s his world and fucking hell does he love that world.

In reality though, part of that world is that however fictional Derek Shepherd may be, his hair is fantastic and always looks rather immaculate. Something Jack can’t quite relate to at this current moment in time. “You know this episode is kinda about his hair,” you note softly, hands smoothing back over your boyfriends brown locks. He knows by the tone of your voice that you’re going to go into more detail about the episode currently playing through on Amazon Prime TV. Some people may well have been annoyed listening to their girlfriends recounting entire episodes of TV shows that they weren’t exactly inclined to watch, but Jack was not one of those men. He didn’t care what you were talking about, just the sound of you talking was enough to make him listen intently. He loved to hear you talk, and if that was the only thing that he ever got to hear for the rest of his life then he’d still be happy.

“They adopted a little girl and he hasn’t quite figured her hair out yet but everyone’s shocked ‘cause his hairs pretty good. Like you, a little. You got good hair, just haven’t learned to manage it yet eh?” You explain, weaving your fingers in and out of those stands of hair that make him hum in both understanding and enjoyment. He isn’t sure what you’re doing, but the weaving of stands, pads of your fingers dancing over his scalp carefully, softly feels like what he might imagine heaven to be. “Yeah?” He asks, “And what does he do then?” His voice is filled with genuine interest for what you were saying. It was the first time you’d ever known that in a relationship. He heard you snigger softly to yourself. “He learns from someone who knows a bit more about hair than he does.” You state pointedly, prompting him to roll his eyes even if you can’t see him.

“I’m not letting you cut my hair, (y/n). Not happening, I’m sor-“

“Alright, Jack. I bloody know! That’s not what I meant.” You grumble. Jack can immediately imagine your disgruntled pout already, with those irritated narrowed eyes and the playful scrunch of your nose. “Sorry.” Every time he sees that look on you, he moves to kiss that furrow out of your nose. It makes his heart smile each and every time he sees it. You are simultaneously the most beautiful, more adorable and hottest woman he has ever laid his eyes on. “Sorry baby,” he reiterated, “Go on.”

“I could braid it for you?”

That earns a belly laugh from him that reverberates through your body, jostling with the force of his whole body laughter. “So you will,” he bellows in breaks between the ever comedic gasping from breath after each loud laugh. “Not a chance.”

He pushes himself up to sit back on his knees, trapping your legs between his as he looks down at you with a huge grin still stretching his lips and creasing his eyes, yet they still sparkle in adoration for you. “Oh yeah?” You muse with a giggle to follow despite the firm attempt to seal it behind clenched lips. The giggle sets those dimples into your cheeks, his eyes just drinking you up as you lounge back on the huge couch there in front of him, sinking back into the pillows just like he had been sinking against you in comfort for hours only moments ago. “Yeah.” He repeats firmly, the playful jest of his words not lost on your ears as he leans forward.

With the emission of only a small, surprised yelp from you that turns the head of the dog in his bed for only a moment, Jack has grabbed your legs to tug you down so you were laying flat on your back on the L of the sofa. He leans over you, hands and strong arms keeping him above you with ease. “Realllly?” You tease, one eyebrow quirked. Jack loves it when you do that, mostly because he can’t and he finds it beautifully funny.

Your hands reach up to his face, cupping over the beard on his cheeks to bring his face down to peck his lips before letting him press back up like a simple press up over your body. This was a common occurrence between the pair of you and Jack had always loved to show off. “Not cuttin’ about with a braid in my hair baby, sorry.”

He dips down for another kiss and you break out another giggle that parts your lips from his. “You already are, bub.”

“Ya what?” He pops straight up, sitting again back on his knees. “Not falling over your face now eh?” You taunt with a cheeky grin that makes him furrow his brows. Jack removed his hands from beside you to run one after the other over the top of his hair, a weird mix of a grin and disbelief washing over his face. Your sweetheart smile warms his heart as you lay there looking up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, cheeks flushed and one of his old cotton shirts keeping you warm long after his body raises from yours.

“Wait there!” He yells, bounding off the couch to all but leap through the living room until he reaches the mirror in the hall just outside the door. “Babe!” He cheers through the house, appearing back in the doorway of the room. “Nah it’s kinda cool, you fuckin’ smashed that!” You sit up and turn around towards him with your hand covering your mouth in a giggle that makes him stride forward and tug your hand away so he can see that beautiful smile. He jumps back again. “And look; stays in when I move around like-”

An immediate howl of laughter breaks out of your mouth with your head tipped back in hysterics as you watch him run on the spot, jump on the spot and then shake his head around like your puppy when he had a cone on his head. You laugh so hard your laughter looses its noise, simply existing as a elongated wheeze and a sudden gasp for desperate air to aid and allow for only more laughter. “Why you laughing for?” He yells, his words split by his own laughter as he tugs you to your feet, standing taller than him when your on your feet on the couch. Jack wraps one arm around your waist and moves the other down to the bend of your knees to sweep your legs from beneath you, perching you on the edge of the back of the couch.

“It,” kiss, “is,” kiss, “perfect.” Kiss.

“Just like you, baby.” He rumbles lowly, “Perfect just like my girl. Gonna wear it to training. Keep hair out my face, remind me of you, perfect.” He just keeps talking, keeps praising you between kisses while he brings you closer and closer to him until you can wrap your legs around him. Locked in place, he takes your face in his hands.

“So you’ll let me braid it again?” You chime, eyes lighting up. Jack chuckles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks with a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose. “Course baby. Every day.”

True to his word Jack Grealish is. Every night he comes home from his training, he’s laying on the couch letting you massage the days stresses out of his mind, letting your fingers weave the tension out of his scalp. Jack’s never let anyone take care of him so much. He’s never felt comfortable to be taken care of like this, but you are his exception. His one single exception. And every morning he sits in the floor at the foot of the bed while you sit with a leg on either side of him, fingers weaving the strands into place for the day and tighter for match days. People make comments but Jack doesn’t give even half of a shit. His hair is how he likes it; out of his face so he can concentrate on his game and it gives you more of a reason to actually be up in the morning when he leaves before the sun rises above you. That’s perfect for Jack.

Until his next haircut, the only time that footballer doesn’t have a braid through his hair is when your fingers are tangling in it while he’s between your legs for another very enjoyable reason.

#jack grealish imagines #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish x reader #england national team imagine #england national team #jack grealish #jack grealish blurb #jack grealish prompt #footballer fics

[blu-joons]

Our Little Girl ~ Jeon Jungkook

Pairing: Expecting Dad!Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Slightly descriptive pregnancy, labour and birth

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Your little girl has been what the two of you have dreamt of for so long, finally the time has come to welcome her into the world with Jungkook by your side.

“You know, for a man that’s about to raise a daughter for the next eighteen years at least, you’re looking rather cocky.”

Jungkook could only smile from the other side of the room as a grimace danced upon your face at the feeling of another contraction hitting you. You’d lost count of the hours you’d been almost doubled over in bed some time ago, barely able to keep your eyes open at the excruciating pain that you found yourself in. With each passing breath, the gaps of relief that came between contractions became smaller and smaller, almost unbearable.

You’d watched plenty of documentaries before your pregnancy to know what to expect, and yet as you found yourself staring forwards at the figure of your husband, keeping his distance from your growing temper, none of what you saw on the television seemed to play out before you. Under watery eyes, you could just make out the time on the clock hanging just above Jungkook’s head, 3:15am.  You scoffed at the sight, doubting even in yourself how much longer you could go through such an ordeal. Despite the several months you’d had to lead up to this moment, not a single part of it could truly prepare you for what was to come.

As another struck against the pit of your stomach, Jungkook raced back across to your side, resting his hands over your reddened ones that gripped tightly onto the rails beside your bed. Murmurs of encouragement came from him, words you’d listened to him repeat for countless hours, and still each time they somehow managed to make your heart a little bit happier. As he counted you through the breaths to see you through, his free hand brushed over your hair, ignoring the beads of sweat that had formed in your hairline as best as he possibly could, focusing on the task at hand and being the best possible husband instead.

“You’re doing so incredibly well,” he whispered as he noticed that the pain was beginning to subside once again, offering you the best possibly smile he could muster, hiding his own feelings of exhaustion that were beginning to come through. Your head nodded, tilting slightly to the left, biting down on your bottom lip until you were sure that the contraction had subsided. A small wriggle from your little one let you know they were done for the time being, waiting patiently, or impatiently, to make their grand entrance.

“You’re getting close now,” your midwife called out, stood in the doorway, keeping an eye on the corridor as she had done for most of the evening, and night. “I must admit, I’ve not seen many women get through labour as well as you have for quite some time Y/N.”

“I’m not really left with much of an alternative to get through it right now,” you sighed, throwing your body back against the bed, allowing the sweat ridden sheets to wrap around you. The end never seemed to quite be in sight, no matter how many times her cheery voice suggested otherwise. In fact, if Jisoo wasn’t quite such a sweetheart, you’d have probably given her what for a long time ago with all of her reassurances.

“She’s a strong girl, I always told you that,” Jungkook whispered from the side of you, grinning proudly across at the elder woman. “So strong I think I might end up having to take up one of your beds soon with a couple of broken knuckles, are women supposed to squeeze this hard when they’re in labour?”

Jisoo’s head nodded, having told you about her four kids several times throughout the night, she had experience on both sides. She’d seen it all, broken hands, broken noses, but best of all, hundreds of humans enter the world.  

“Y/N you do what you want, ignore your husband,” she teased.

Once again, your head could only manage a nod, too consumed by the everchanging feelings that were going on around your bump to truly pay much attention to what was being said around you. The beep of the heart monitor, murmurs of passers-by, shrieks of other women in the ward all seemed to amalgamate into one at this point.

“I don’t think we’ll have to wait around much longer for baby to arrive,” she advised the two of you, “but things are only going to get worse, are you sure that I can’t get you anything?”

“No,” you muttered, despite a concerned Jungkook looking down at your tired figure, “I said that I was going to try and do this naturally, and until I can’t take it anymore, that’s what I’m going to do.”

“No one would think any less of you if you wanted an epidural,” Jungkook reminded you, moving his hand back across to rest over your now much calmer one. “Or maybe gas if you’re not feeling a needle? We saw it on that programme, remember?”

“We spent an hour laughing at a woman too high to even push,” you scolded, shaking your head at the memory. It had tickled you at the time, but the more you thought about not being able to remember your baby’s birth like she had, the more off-putting it became.

“It’s all here just in case,” Jisoo spoke up anyway, pointing across to a small table that was at the back of the delivery room, “too many women change their minds last minute and then we have to leap into action with it all.”

“I bet you might end up having another case like that, she’s a stubborn one,” Jungkook joked.

“Excuse me, I’ll have you- “

You were cut off by another pain stabbing against your side, hurling your body forwards, instantly gripping tighter onto Jungkook’s hand, causing him to yelp. He sat further up in his seat, throwing his free arm around your back, tracing circles against the exposed bit of skin your hospital gown showed off. Your body didn’t have much time to react, snapping your eyes around to look at Jungkook, searching for any bit of help he could offer. Instead, he could only stare helplessly back at you, there was nothing that he could do to truly take away your pain, nothing that would make the experience better for you in that moment, instead all he could promise was to be the best possible father and husband once your little girl eventually decided to come into the world.

As the pain fell aside once again, you leant across to rest against Jungkook’s shoulder, soaking his grey tee, not that he minded, pressing a kiss against the top of your head.

“So strong,” he whispered against your skin, as he had done tens, if not hundreds of times since your water broke in the very early hours of the previous day.

“I feel so weak,” you hummed in response to him, loosening your grip against his hand once again, holding onto only his index finger, admiring the tattoos that he wore so proudly. “I always thought I was strong Kook, but even this might be too much for me.”

His head shook instantly at your words, searching across to Jisoo for a small piece of reassurance that could remind you how good of a job you were doing in delivering your miracle.

“Soon,” her voice called out, although it wasn’t much, it was a small bit of hope that you could hold onto that your ordeal would be done soon. You adored Jungkook, but the calls of the professional who had taken such good care of you made you feel a lot better in an instant.

“Soon,” Jungkook reiterated, tightening the hold that he had around your waist, inviting you to relax into his side as opposed to the bed that you’d been on for hours. “This will all be worth it; you just have to remember that through the hard times.”

Another hum came from you, tracing aimlessly against his calloused skin. “I wish it was as easy for me to believe that as it is for you to say it right now.”

“Y/N,” he whispered, kissing against your forehead once again, “please don’t start giving up on any of this right now.”

“I’m just tired,” you whined, fighting the urge to give your eyes even a second to close out of fear of what might happen if you did. “Every part of me is so tired right now.”

“I get it,” Jungkook assured you, refusing to let you go through the fight alone, “I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this is for you right now my love.”

“Are you sure it’s too late for us to swap positions?” You joked, trying to remove the negativity that ran through your mind, “I think you’d love to be in labour secretly.”

“You know I would if I could, in a heartbeat,” he sniggered, raising his free hand up innocently, “it’s just such a shame that you’re the one that’s got to go through this. Trust me though, it’s not easy being a spectator, seeing you in so much pain is breaking my heart, I can only watch in awe of what an incredible woman you are.”

“You’ve got a good one there, Y/N,” Jisoo called out as she busied herself in the room, paperwork in hand, unable to stop herself tuning into your conversation. “You’d be surprised how many husbands sit back and relax during a time like this.”

“See, you’ve got a good one,” Jungkook continued to joke, tapping lightly against your arm, “can I get that in writing to remind her of this when this is all over?”

“I can change my mind,” Jisoo responded, drawing a light giggle out of you as the two of them continued to exchange innocent threats for a few minutes, until you chose to interrupt.

The mood of the room instantly turned sombre as a loud groan came from you, leaning forwards once again, breathing under the command of your husband. Whilst Jisoo continued to notice how much quicker your contractions came, Jungkook was solely focused on you, counting each time, resting his hands where you needed them, offering his shoulder back for you to rest on as soon as the contraction finished once again.

“I think I’ve decided something,” you whispered across to Jungkook once you’d caught your breath, “we are definitely only having the one child.”

“But I thought we agreed on an army,” he smirked, earning himself a slap against the bicep from you, although with your strength, the strike was pretty weak, even by your own high standards. Still, Jungkook grabbed at his arm, gasping at the sudden strength that had come over you. “Jisoo will tell you, I bet loads of women say that, but once they remember how sexy their husbands are, a quick trip to the bedroom, and suddenly baby number two comes along.”

“Have you ever met a man who makes sex sound so unappealing?” You asked Jisoo before she even had the time to respond to Jungkook’s comment. “It’s rather confident of you to assume that you’re that sexy anyway.”

Rather than answer either of you, Jisoo made her way across to you, asking Jungkook to give the two of you a bit of space as she checked how far dilated you were. You’d counted down almost every single centimetre, as if your little girl enjoyed teasing you before she was even a part of your world. Each time you hoped for the magic number, but each time Jisoo had muttered something else. You’d almost lost onto your last stretch of hope, that was until you looked across, noticing a wry smile etched across her face.

Before she even said the words, you knew exactly what the smile meant. As if your contractions hadn’t made things obvious enough, the expression on her face was the final touch you needed to know that at last that end was somewhat in sight. Once she called Jungkook back across to your side, his eyes locked with yours, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile, extending his arm out for your hand to intertwine with his. The relief was clear on your face, and in your hold, your body was in turmoil, but now it seemed as if you could finally begin to settle.

You were all too aware that there was a long road ahead of you, but just the thought of pushing appealed to your body and every part of you that was crying out for a rest.

“Ten centimetres,” Jungkook whispered beside you, “I bet that feels pretty good.”

“It feels pretty good,” you smirked, keeping your eyes on him as he sat back down in the chair at your bedside. “I had no idea the body could stretch as big as this, it’s surreal.”

Although he hadn’t taken too close of a look at everything that was going on at the foot of your bed, Jungkook had done enough research to know just how your body was changing. From the very first sign of a bump, Jungkook had waited impatiently for the moment that he finally got to see your little girl come into the world, the final change that would complete what the two of you had dreamt of for so many months.

“I love you,” his voice then whispered, just as your eyes looked away from his and down to your bump, “and our baby, I love our baby too.”

“I love you too,” you smiled, quickly looking back at him, “our little one is the luckiest girl in the world to have you.”

What came over the next few minutes felt like a blur to you, several instructions were sent your way, your body reshuffled with your legs propped up, pillows placed behind your back, and a towel dabbed against your head, but one thing remained, the hold of Jungkook’s hand tightly against yours, refusing to leave your side as the first few pushes began.

“This is ridiculous,” you huffed, just after the first few. You’d hoped for some sort of immediate impact, but your baby made no sign of movement instead. If you hadn’t spent hours laid in the hospital bed, you would have given up there and then, but there was one man that was never going to let you do that.

“Patience,” was all that Jungkook had to say, desperate to try and calm you down as he noticed how flustered you became. His hands pressed against your red cheeks before wiping underneath your watery eyes, failing to withhold the pressures that were placed before you.

Whilst labour was never something you expected to be a walk in the park, you could never have prepared yourself for the overwhelming feelings of pain that you’d end up enduring throughout your labour.

“If I push one more time, my body is going to cave,” you admitted, leaning against the cold metal of the rail against the bed. Jungkook’s head instantly shook, moving his arm around you to pick you back up, holding your back against the palm of his large hand.

“You’re far too strong to give up now,” he smiled, standing up from his chair to press a kiss against the side of your head, “there’s still pain relief if you want it, no one is going to think any less of you if that’s what you choose to do,” he reminded you once again, but still your head shook, you’d had plans for how your labour was going to go, and a natural birth was always top of your list of things that you wanted to see through. “Just hold my hand, and don’t break any of my bones and I promise that we’ll get through this together.”

Your eyes rolled at his warning, pinching especially hard against his hand to keep him on his toes, and make sure that he kept his mouth shut too.

“I’m only messing with you,” he whimpered, shaking at your hand for you to loosen your grip around him. “Just try and keep positive babe, we’ve jumped over too many hurdles over the past day to give up now. This one might just be a little bit bigger, but I know more than anything else in the world that you’re going to get over it.”

Your eyelids slowly fluttered shut, letting go of a shaky breath in the hope that it would keep you so composed. Rather than focus on the pain that came from your bump, your mind focused on the traces that Jungkook ran along the back of your hand, just like you’d done against his only a couple of hours ago.

“I just want to hold her and be done with this,” you continued to vent, opening your eyes back up, flinching slightly at the bright lights that came from all four corners of the room you’d somehow ended up calling home.

“I mean it when I say not much longer this time,” Jisoo smiled from the foot of the bed, perched on a stool, keeping a close eye on proceedings. “It’s natural to feel like you want to throw in the towel, there’s often a bit of a wait between dilation and pushing, not feeling anything can sometimes feel worse than the pain of a contraction.”

“You’re spot on,” you responded, forcing the smallest of smiles to your face, hearing a gentle giggle come from Jungkook. “At least the pain let me know that she was definitely moving.”

As if on cue, your baby began to make her presence known again, with Jungkook rising to his feet once again when he noticed how quickly you shot forwards. His arm reached out across your chest to stop you moving too far forwards, just as Jisoo had advised.

Something about this contraction just felt different for you though, as if your little girl was giving you a sign that she really was on her way. Although you couldn’t feel her drop, the pain certainly did. The smile on your face instantly captured Jungkook’s attention, unsure if he should worry, or be pleased to see a sign of happiness in your expression.

“I can feel her,” you whispered across to him before he even had the chance to ask, “it’s like she’s letting me know she’s on her way Kook.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” He anxiously queried, looking across to Jisoo who’s head nodded. “She really is on her way, our little girl.”

“Our little girl,” you repeated, feeling his hands press to either side of your face, just managing to press the softest of kisses against your puckered lips before another contraction hit. His left arm instantly moved around your waist as his right hand held onto yours, it had become second nature for Jungkook now to step each time that your body called out for him, a murmur of his name was all that he needed to know exactly what you wanted from him, and as another contraction passed, he was relieved when he could sit back down again.

As soon as it passed, both you and Jungkook stared across to Jisoo, desperate for any sort of update she had on how things were going.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing,” she assured you, “plenty of pushes coming up Y/N.”

“R-really?”

“Hey,” a deep voice whispered beside you, brushing his thumb back across the pad of your hand, drawing your eyes across to him with the sound of your voice. “It’s going to be alright, we’ve talked about all of this, the two of us are here, and very soon our little girl will be here soon, remember why you’re doing this Y/N.”

“Pushing feels so real,” you slightly chuckled, feeling the beat of your heart quicken in your chest, “are you sure it’s really time to push?”

“Absolutely,” a cheery Jisoo smiled from the foot of the bed, repositioning your legs slightly so that you were a little more stretched out. “When the next contraction comes, I want you to take a big deep breath, and then lots of little pushes, let your body guide you rather than you guide your body. Listen to my voice, and most of all, listen to Jungkook too, he sounds like he has all the right things to say to you.”

“That’s exactly how we got into this position,” you sighed, shooting a glare in his direction.

“Unfortunately, it’s exactly how you’re going to get out of this position too,” Jisoo grinned, shaking her head as Jungkook leaned forwards to try and give her a high five. “Just support your wife,” she smiled, “I’ve spent less then a day with this guy and I’m struggling to see how you’ve managed to put up with him for so many years.”

“Don’t make me regret it,” you called out, just as another contraction came. The mutters of ‘push,’ that came from both of the people beside you instantly set your body in motion, clutching tightly onto the rail, and Jungkook’s hand as you tried to push down as best as you could, grimacing at the pain.

By the time the contraction had passed, you could feel how quickly your bottom lip was beginning to swell, pouting across at Jungkook, who was unable to hide his surprise when he noticed how red your lip was.

“Still beautiful,” he complimented, leaning forwards once again to press a kiss against the reddened skin, “and so strong too. Who knew I managed to marry such a strong woman?” He questioned, receiving no answer from either of you. It came as little surprise to him, instead he grabbed the towel that was beside him and dabbed it gently over your forehead, and your lip too, trying to make the swelling as minimal as possible before you bit down again.

As another contraction soon came around, you couldn’t quite get your head around at how surreal it was suddenly all becoming. You’d sat with your little girl nested in your tummy for two days short of nine months, and now you could slowly feel her making her way down to enter the world. All of the fears and the doubts that you’d had about labour had been torn apart, your dreams had been blown so far out of proportion, no part of what you were doing felt real anymore. But for the two of you, it felt like the best, and worst, experience in the world, the pain had been hard, but slowly it was beginning to feel as if it was worth it for you both.

When the next contraction came around, the sound of Jisoo’s voice stopped you from biting down on your bottom lip, feeling her hand move a little further up your leg, carefully pushing your legs a little further apart, surprising even you by how flexible you suddenly were.

“I can feel something,” you nervously whispered, looking across to Jungkook who was trying to get the best look he could at what was going on from beside you.

“No need to worry,” Jisoo instantly replied to you, “but I can definitely see the first signs of your little girl.”

“Really?” You chuckled, feeling Jungkook’s head turn to look back across at you. His eyes looked at you for permission, as your head slowly nodded, encouraging him to stand up from his seat and walk across, peering over your leg to where the first sightings of your little one’s head could be seen. A quiet gasp came from Jungkook, squeezing gently against your hand, feeling his eyes watering at the sight before him.

“She already looks beautiful,” he whispered up to you, “I can’t believe she’s all ours Y/N.”

“I wish I could see,” you chuckled, trying your hardest to look past your bump, but failing with ease. You couldn’t help but laugh, remembering all the times you’d failed to see your feet, or bend down to change your shoes, only now, at the most important time, your bump had stopped you from getting your first glimpse of your little girl. A small part of you couldn’t help but be slightly envious that Jungkook had such a clear view from beside you of everything that was going on.

However, as soon as your next contraction hit, Jungkook’s attentions were turned straight back to you, sitting back down in a heartbeat as more encouraging whispers came from him. He’d never told you how proud and how in love he was with you than he had done today, but he also knew he could never love you more than the moment you brought his child into the world.

The late nights, early mornings, and everything that came in between during your pregnancy had been hard on you both, but everything that you needed from Jungkook, he did with a smile. He could never appreciate enough how incredible your body was to carry his little girl, to nurture her so perfectly and give her such good health. There was simply never going to be enough that he could do to repay you for everything that you’d given him over the last nine months, and for the rest of his life too.

“Y/N, keep pushing!” Jisoo’s voice called out, snapping you out of the small daydream that you found yourself in. By the sound of her voice, you knew that something significant was happening, with adrenaline the only thing keeping you going, you did as she said, pushing as hard as you could, paying close attention to the sound of Jungkook’s voice, the only thing that had kept you going through out.

“She’s coming,” he whispered, flickering his eyes between you and your baby, noticing how quickly she seemed to be arriving. Your head nodded, repeating his words over and over again in your head, the only boost of motivation that you needed to dig in to somewhere you didn’t know you had, using up every last ounce of energy that you possibly could.

“Kook,” you whimpered, as you felt the contraction begin to collapse again.

“Just one more,” Jisoo then called out.

“You can do it,” he urged, leaning closer in towards you.

Although your head shook, your body still pushed, and soon the cries of your little girl could be heard ringing throughout the room, as tears fell from both yours and Jungkook’s eyes, feeling his hand slip out of yours so that you could collapse down against the bed.

“I love you, you’re incredible,” he chimed, giving you a moment before leaning over you, brushing the hair out of your face, coupled with a lingering kiss against your forehead, ignoring the droplets of tears that fell from his cheeks against your own. “She’s here Y/N.”

In just a matter of moments, Jungkook moves away from your side, replaced with your little girl settling against your bare chest, with Jisoo dabbing away at her to remove the markings of blood, stretching out of her limbs and making sure to clear out her airways.

As your eyes looked down at her for the very first time, your breath was taken by what was before you. “Wow,” was all you could whisper as you studied every fine detail of the bundle you held tightly against your chest. “Look at you,” you soon added, sniffling back the tears that fell.

Jungkook’s hand reached across, wiping underneath your eyes, perching himself on the end of his bed. He used the tip of his thumb to trace over the top of her head, feeling along her arms, staring in awe of how tiny each digit of her hand was. Neither of you could look away from her, all expectation you had had been succeeded, unable to comprehend what you had just endured.

“Our little girl,” Jungkook whispered, leaving a kiss against the top of your head with his words. It had been the saying you’d had for her since the moment you found out it was a girl that you were expecting, and yet somehow neither of you could correlate that the little girl you’d wished for was finally in front of you both.

“Congratulations,” Jisoo spoke after a few moments, scribbling down on some papers attached to her clipboard. “I’ll give you both a second to adjust, you’re new parents after all.”

“We’re parents,” Jungkook muttered in a moment of disbelief, continuing to stare wide-eyed at your daughter, silently reiterating the promises he’d made to her most nights when he laid beside your bump, trying to help you get to sleep. Although she was still attached to you for a moment through the umbilical cord, his body was itching to get his first hold of his little girl, feel the body and the heart he was going to protect for the rest of his life. “Thank you,” he whispered across to you once he finally looked away from her, “it’s never going to be enough, but thank you for being so strong, and for being the best wife, and mum in the world.”

“How can you say that when I’ve only been a mum for five minutes?” You teased, bringing a smile to Jungkook’s face. His eyes rolled at the chuckle that followed your question, knowing if it wasn’t for your little one, he’d be attacking your side in an instant.

“I just know, call it instinct,” he assured you, “and I’m going to make sure that this little girl knows what a special mummy she’s got to. I’ll never let her take you for granted, just like I never will, ever again. I’m in your debt forever, nothing can make up for all of this.”

“You know, we can’t call her our little girl forever,” you hummed, noticing how quickly Jungkook’s eyes lit up at the mention of her name. Several had been exchanged between the two of you, and yet one always seemed to stand out to you both, almost as if it was just meant to be, her name was her destiny.

“Is it still the one that you want?” Jungkook asked, making sure you didn’t have any doubts.

“Just looking at her, she suits it,” you hummed, taking any excuse that you could to get a glance of your daughter. “Don’t you think, it’s perfect for her?”

Jungkook’s head nodded, leaning across your body to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head, treating her as if she was the most delicate thing in the world. As her name fell from his lips for the very first time, Jungkook knew you were right, it was perfect for her, and the perfect name to complete your family too.

“Can you believe we have her forever?” You asked him, brushing your thumb over the top of her head, “we don’t ever have to give this one back, or keep her only for a night. We never have to let her go, she’s ours, always.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever believe that I’ve been so blessed with the two of you,” he giggled in his confession, “every day, my little girl, and my incredible wife, I will love you.”

“She’ll have you wrapped around her finger in no time, I bet,” you laughed, “if she’s anything like you, we might as well enjoy the peace and quiet for now, because she’ll be causing trouble in no time.”

“I hope she takes after you,” Jungkook acknowledged, staring back at you, “everyone will fall in love with her, just like I did with you.”

“Do you still love me after I almost broke your hand?” You teased, staring across at his still slightly reddened hand.

“Y/N, I have never loved you more than I do right now, and I’ll love you more and more every day. You’ve given me the greatest gift, love just isn’t enough.”

“We love you too,” you smiled across to him, feeling his lips peck against yours.

“I’ll never tire of hearing that.”

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Could I pwetty pweashe have a scenario for each of the boys where reader is loopy with fever or from poison and the whole time they are just laying the compliments on real thick and going on and on abt how much they love their boys 🙏🙏🙏

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Yeeesssss!!! Will do!

Here we go. Boys under the cut! Immediate Reader!

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You were trying to go and find some food for dinner at Wild's request and found some interesting looking berries. They looked like blueberries from your world but there was purple thorns on the bush instead, with yellow trimmed leaves.

You grabbed a few and retraced and marked your steps to find your way back to the bushes. You thought that maybe one of the boys would be able to identify the berries and know if they were actually edible or not.

You stashed them away and grinned to yourself. It was a possibility that they were good but if they weren't- there was other ways to use the berries.

You still needed to find food that your group actually is able to eat if the berries aren't worth anything.

You hear your name being called and it startles you enough to take a step back and look behind you.

You trip on a root and crash against the forest floor- falling onto a separate patch of the same berries. Pollen and dew shoot up from the impact and you're forced to inhale it all in.

There's instant discomfort in your lungs and in your head, and you can already feel the multiple places where the thorns have pierced your skin and ripped your clothes.

You take a while to pry yourself out of the bushes, pain littered in all places you didn't even know you could hurt.

You cough and inhale more of the pollen that hasn't settled yet.

A massive headache begins pounding against your temples and back of your head.

You hear your name being called once more but this time in concern and blink away what you can. You groan and try your best to stand, falling to one knee in a coughing fit with pain and discomfort all throughout your joints and muscles.

You look up and smile despite it, a slight giggle of hysteria on your lips. "Hi Link! Guess what I found!"

Warrior "Oh sweet name of the three, what happened to you?" You see Warrior walk up to you and reach out his hand.

You giggle again and reach out to him. He grabs you and tries to lift you back onto your feet but your legs gives out from beneath you and you fall again.

"Hello~!" You lift out your hand and show him the berries. "You know if theses are good or not?"

"Nope." Warrior smacks them out of your hand with a backhanded swing. "Those are known for being highly toxic in.... depressant... components... Don't tell me you ate them?"

You grin and shake your head. "Nope! I didn't know if they were good or not...but I fell~!"

Warrior's face does that thing where he looks concerned but is only marginally capable of hiding it. "On the plant?"

"Link, you're so smart!" You get to your feet and fall nearly on top of him. Warrior is quick to catch you and hold you with his hands on your waist and you grin up at him, adoration pooled in your eyes. "That's what I did~! Man, you're so strong. You're stronger than I thought you were. Your arms are so toned too. I didn't think you had this much muscle."

"Ok. Let's get you to Sky." Warrior rolls his eyes and begins to more or less drag you away from the plants and back to where you think the group is. "Or maybe Four, this is his Hyrule anyway. Maybe he'll know how to get you fixed up."

"See, this is why I like you so much. You're always so fast to come up with a plan and you're so caring. You're so smart. You're so great." You giggle and try to follow his footsteps but find it really hard to put one foot in front of the other.

After what felt like a few seconds, (but was really ten minutes of Warrior fighting you and gravity (not successfully) to keep you upright), Warrior gives up on your non cooperative limbs and picks you up bridal style and begins to carry you away from the infested area.

"Link, I love you."

"I love you too." Warrior waves you off with a playful roll of his eyes.

"No.. but I really love you!" You insist, getting loud for no reason and place your hands on his face. You give him a squish and lean into his space. "You have to understand this. I would do anything to you."

"I know you would." He laughs. "I'd do anything for you too."

He shakes his head out of your hands and grins at you. "I think you're a little drunk from the plants toxins."

"Nuh-uh." You pout. "I'm too strong for that. I'm completely........ ok."

"I believe you." Warrior bites his lip trying to keep his cool before he absolutely looses it. He's both touched by your words and concerned for your well being. He supposes you're more or less drunk and loopey. It's not the most desirable circumstance but he's sure that those cuts on your skin and tears on your clothes can be handled more easily than the up coming hangover.

You fall silent after a second and look up at him. You poke his cheek and his nose and grin, hugging him close and snuggling into his chest and neck. "Has anyone ever told you that you're very handsome?"

"I think that's the more common compliment." He admits.

"And your eyes are very pretty and very blue and you have very long eye lashes and it's all very pretty. And you have a strong jaw."

"Do I?"

"So strong and sharp- it could cut glass." You say seriously. "And your hair always looks very soft and shiny and silky and I want to play with it but I don't want to make things weird. And you're so cool! You're so smart. You're so nice. And you're great with kids and people and everyone likes you so much, so quickly and it's so cool to watch you work and fight and-"

"You're going to keep going forever unless I stop you, aren't you?" Warrior swallows and tries to fight his upcoming blush. He had thought that you were joking for a moment but the more you talk the more it hits that you're being genuine.

You furrow your brows and hit him with the most innocent doe eyes you don't know that you have. "Do you want me to stop?"

Warrior almost trips at that way his heart skips a beat and he chuckles awkwardly. "Actually... No. It's ok. I don't mind."

"You deserve the world, Link." You say finally and go back to resting with your head in the crook of his neck. "I just wish that you could see that, you stubborn man."

"I'll... try my best."

"Good."

Time "Oh no." Time sighs and makes his way over to you. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

"My head hurts." You admit and drop the berries from your palm to cradle your temple. "I was trying to look for food... I think I found it but I also... don't."

Time kneels in front of you and places the back of his hand on your forehead. He hisses at the temperature and places his hand under your chin. "Why do you keep finding yourself in situations like this?"

"You boys keeping putting me situations like this." You mutter and try to stand. Your legs fail you and Time lurches in front of you in order to catch you.

"Do you see me as a boy?" Time raises an eyebrow.

"NOT that I'm complaining." You ignore his question and pat his face. "I love you guys, so much but like...This is what happens when I care about people. I end up in stupid situations."

"Maybe Four will have somethin to help out this." Time admits and picks you up without any further thought. "Let get you some help."

"Link, you're so great." You sigh and press your forehead against the crook of his head. His heartbeat is strong and he's cooler than you thought so you sigh in contentment.

"You're so calm and I always feel safe around you and you give the best hugs." You grin against his ear and Time has to stifle the upcoming chuckles from his chest.

"Do I?"

"The best hugs." You reiterate and snuggle closer. "You can ask Wind, he'll agree."

"I'm sure he will." Time let's a snort pass and he nods to Four as he passes. "They fell in a berry bush."

"Blue berries! With pretty leaves and thorns!" You cry out with an arm outstretched to the sky. "Not good for food, no no no, but good."

"Well... I'll start the antidote." Four sighs and walks away to his pack, immediately digging through it for the ingredients that will help you out.

"Four!" You sing and turn your head back into Time's neck. "Isn't Time the best? He's so strong and gentle and nice and he's so great."

Time lets more laughter fall from his lips as he places you on the ground next to his supplies. He says your name with a slight whine and begins to beg. "Please."

"Beeeeeesst hugs." You ignore him.

Four snickers from the other side of the camp and pulls out a bottle.

"I adore you Old Man. I don't think you get told that enough." You continue. "Like, you always try so hard to be a good person. You've gone through so much and you had no reason to start your adventure or to keep helping people and doing stuff but you care so much so you're here still and I think-"

Oh no, Time thinks, you're crying.

"Ok, ok, it's ok." time kneels next to you and puts your hair behind your ear. "No need to be upset. I'm here and everything's ok."

"But you've been hurt so much!" You pout, tears pooling in your eyes. "And yet you're still here and no one thanks you and you try so hard to watch over all of us and even then-"

"That's enough." Time frowns slightly and shakes his head. "I'm just doing what I'm supposed to."

"No one is making you." You pout and lay down on the ground. "You're not listening to me."

"Believe me, I am."

"Here." Four comes up to you and hands you a little bottle filled with viscous green liquid. "Drink this."

"I don't wanna." You pout. "I don't feel good."

"It'll make you feel better." Four tries again, before Time takes the bottle from his hands and uncorks it.

"Drink it." He says, in a tone which means there no room for argument.

"You're such a dad." You complain and grab it from his hand, placing it to your lips and begin sipping it slowly.

Time shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. "What are we going to do with you?

Wild "Oh boy, I don't think these are good for eating." He says with a slight grimace. "We should probably not get near these. Let's go clean you up, yeah?"

"WIILLDD!!" You grin and reach your grabby hands in his direction. "Beautiful boy, how are you today~?"

Wild coughs a little and tries to hide his discomfort by avoiding eye contact. "I'm... fine... How are you?"

"Everything hurts~" You admit and look up at him with pleading eyes. "Carry me?"

"Oh boy, sure, why not?" He sighs and wraps around your shoulders and hooks the other under your knees, carrying you effortlessly through the thicket.

"How did this even happen?" He asks out of curiosity.

"I heard you call my name and fell."

"Fell where?"

"In the bush." You mumble with a pout and cross your arms. "It's all pokey and my clothes are ripped and I think I'm bleeding."

Wild bite his lip and hisses. "Sorry."

" 's not you're fault." You look up at him and pat his face. "You're too nice. I just wanted to help and got hurt like stupid me tends to do."

"You're not stupid." Wild scolds you gently. "You are incredibly smart."

"You're the smart one."

"Think so? I think some of the other will disagree."

"Well they can eat my shoes."

Wild coughs out a laugh again in a vain attempt to hide how uncharacteristically serious that was for you and how the unexpectedness of it made him lose it on the inside. "I don't think those would taste good."

"No.... But I need them so maybe they eat my hat instead." You nod to yourself in full serious before gasping slightly. "They should eat Legend's hat instead, then they'll really be sorry."

"Oh my god." Wild snorts and goes to cover his face before remembering that he's holding you.

He jostles' you in the process and the movement cause your headache to flare up. You whine and put a hand to your temple. "It hurts."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Wild frowns and puts the information away for later. "We'll get you back to camp and figure something out ok, maybe you should take it easy for a little bit."

"Link, you're so good to me. I don't deserve it."

"I think you do- I say you do and I'm going to tell Time to keep you down until you feel better."

"Noooo."

"Yeeesss."

"But you're always doing something for someone else, who's going to help you with dinner?" You complain and flop your arms around- regrettably because your head ache flares up once more. "Oh, ouch, ouchies..."

"I think I'll be fine." Wild rolls his eyes. "I've done it before I can do it again."

You hum sadly and shimmy your way into his arm to get more comfortable. "You're a good person. You're so smart. I love hanging out with you. You know that? You're so fun to be around and talk to and you're always so.... good."

Wild looks down on you momentarily before returning to the the forest ahead of him. "Thank you."

"I wish..." You start and cut yourself off. "I wish there was more I could do help you. You help so many people- I think there's someone in every stable in your Hyrule that you've helped... not to mention all of Hateno Village and like- you built Terry Town... It's so good-you're good. I wish more people were good."

"Are people not good?" Wild asks you as he walks through the green.

"I like to think that some are. I don't get to meet a lot of them." You admit and settle your head against his shoulder. "My home's not as nice as here."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"I'm going to miss you guys."

"We're going to miss you too." Wild replies automatically.

"I think I'll miss you most." You hum and close your eyes. "Good people should get good things and you didn't get a lot of good things... Someone should fix that. I want to fix that."

Wild doesn't respond.

Twilight

“Oh!” Twilight winces. “I should have warned you about those. Four told me they’d be in the area and that we’d have to avoid them. You ok?”

“I fell... in the bush.” You pout and begin to sag your shoulders. Guess they weren’t edible after all.

Seems like they’re quite bad actually.

“I’m sorry.” You sniffle and try ignore the tears beginning to pool in your eyes. “I didn’t mean too. I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Well no, not exactly.” Twilight rushes to your side at the side and brushes off whatever leaves and twigs he can see from your clothes. “Does anything hurt?”

“A lot of things hurt Twi.” 

“Can you be a little more specific?” He tries, with a small tilt to his head.

“My head... and I think there’s a lot of tiny cuts on my arms and back.” You try to stand again and Twilight is quick to help you with a stabilizing hand on the small of your back. “There’s more thorns in the bushes than I thought there’d be.”

“Ok, we’ll get those looked at ok. Four should have something to help you in the mean time.” Twilight takes a few steps with you, wrapping an arm over your shoulder when he realizes you’re more intoxicated than he thought.

You put your full weight against him without realizing it and place your head on his shoulder. “Twilight?”

“Yes?”

“I appreciate you so much.” You take a breath and sigh. “You’ve been the first person there to help me out with whatever this adventure seem to throw at me. You’re always taking care of others... like Wild and Wind and Legend and I know you look up to Time but so many of us are looking up to you too and I guess I want to say thank you. There’s a lot of good in your heart and I’m glad I get to see it.”

“I appreciate you too.” He says in reply.

“But I don’t do anything.”

“I’d beg to differ.”

“You’re too dignified to beg. I don’t think you’d ever have it in you.” You grin. “I admire the way you hold yourself and don’t let anyone talk down to you- like that guy in that old Castle Town- or where ever we were. And like, you can throw a good punch too. I thought you broke that guys jaw!”

“Admittedly... Not one of my greater moments.” Twilight hisses at the memory. Time gave him a nasty look for that one and he’s still working off the penalty for it.

“It was super cool though.” You cock your head to the side, looking at his profile as you stumble through the forest growth. “He totally deserved it, don’t let Time let you think otherwise. I was tempted to punch him too or get get Wild and let him go crazy against the guy.”

“Wild probably would have set him on fire.”

“It would have been funny.”

“No it wouldn’t have.”

“Not to the guy, maybe.” You giggle. “But see, you’re always thinking about others and how’d they react and how to go about things that makes you so smart and you’re so cool.”

“Thank you.” Twilight stops the two of you for a moment and readjusts his grip on you. “Are you feeling any better?”

“No. My head hurts.”

“Well, we’re almost there and then we can get started on fixing this ok?” 

“Ok.” You mumble and go back to mostly resting against the country boy. 

“You’re really great with animals too.” You say randomly. “I’ve never a horse that close with its rider or how all the cats just gravitate towards you.”

“The cat thing I’ll admit is special to me, but are you trying to tell me that the horses of your world aren’t treated right? Because they bond really well with humans and dogs alike.”

“Why dogs?”

“Uh-”

“Well everybody likes dogs, I guess that’s a given. It's not even a question really. I don't know why I asked.” You shrug.

“Yup. That’s what I meant.”

“And no, well I don’t know... I don’t see a lot of horses in my home world so maybe you’re right and I just have bad examples.”

“Of course I’m right.” Twilight says with a grin. “Horses are great!”

“You’re great Link.” You try to hide your laughter at how genuine and boyish he sounded. “I’d take you over a horse any day.”

“Well I’d hope so.”

Wind

"What is it?" Wind tilts his head and steps into your direction, trying to piece together what happened to you with what little information he has. "You look like you got in a fight... and lost."

"I fell the bush of these berries! Look!" You grin beyond the pain in your head and hold your hand out.

Wind walks up to you and picks one up between his fingers, twisting it around before looking back at you. "Are these safe to eat?"

"I have no idea." You answer honestly. "I was going to as Wild if he knew but then I fell in this bush and got hurt so I gotta go get myself checked out."

"Well that explains why your clothes are torn." Wind snorts a little and holds his hand out. "Do you need help?"

You hum and try to examine yourself from the inside. Your head is killing you but you feel loopey and uncentered.

Maybe some help would be nice.

"Yes, please." You take his hand and let him pull you up. "Thank you Link."

"No problem." He grins. "Can you get back to the camp on your own?"

You hum again and try to take a step forward. But your knee buckles from beneath you and you fall the ground again. "Ow."

"Ok, guess not." Wind is by your side within seconds and helps you back to your feet. "That's ok! I'll just help you get to the others and maybe someone will know how to fix you."

"Yay." You giggle and lean on the boy. "Have I ever told you how great you are?"

"No." Wind grins and starts to lead the way. "I don't think you have."

"That's a shame. Shame on me. Because you are one of the best kids I think I've ever met. Don't let anyone change you, ok? You are.... so fun to be around and I'm so glad I met you and I'm going to miss you when this is all over and I think I'm going to try-"

"You think you're going to cry?" Wind looks up at you.

"No no... maybe." You tilts your head and close your eyes, putting your full trust and weight on Wind's shoulders. "I just... you're so good. And you're so happy and excited to see all these new things and I wish I was like that when I was your age, you know?"

"Uh-"

"And I hope that you get to do and see so many amazing things, Link. You're going to change your world, I know it and I'm sad that I won't get to see it."

"Hey-"

"You can't let anyone bully you, ok? There's a lot of people that would want to break your spirit and your joy and there's a lot of things that we want to do to keep you the way you are but there's only so much we can shield you from. I know you don't like it. I know you think you can't take it. But you shouldn't have to. You should have never had to. You should have had a chance like all the other boys and girls to be young and have a childhood and just be a kid but I'm so proud of you." You say and stop the two of you for a moment, pulling Wind in what you try to be a crushing hug.

"You're incredible, you know that?" You lean back and put your hands on his shoulders. "Link, listen, no matter what any else will ever tell you, we adore you. I think you're everyone's favorite, ok? There's so many things I want to show you myself if the Captain would let me.... I doubt he will because there not exactly things kids your age should know. Like throwing knives and hand to hand combat... But I think we both agree that it's all waaaay past that point. So anything goes!"

"Will you really teach me?" Wind lights up at the thought and be jumps a little on his toes in excitement.

"If you're up for it.. I'm sure that others will try to fight me though."

"I'll fight them."

"I don't doubt that pirate."

"What are you two talking about?" Warrior steps up and places his hands on his hips. "We heard you talking but missed it. What is.... what happened to you?"

"I'm just telling Wind how amazing he is and how much I love him and adore him and how cool he is for a thirteen year old and how I couldn't even come close to that when I was his age so I'm a bit jealous-"

"They fell in some freaky looking berry bush and I think they're poisoned." Wind explains over you. "They're acting a little loopey."

"I am. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OK." You shout and push yourself away from Wind, staggering on your feet and eventually falling on your butt onto the forest floor.

The sudden movement flares up your headache and your neck muscles stiffen around your shoulders, making it hard to move your head. "Oh, ow.... My head... That was a mistake. Mistakes were made."

Warrior hisses and sigh after watching you suffer for a hot second. "Alright, I'll go wrangle up some supplies. Can you take them back to camp on your own, Sailor?"

"I was already doing that." Wind raises an eyebrow.

"Alright then, then go back to doing that." Warrior smirks a little. "I'll be back."

He then nods a bit and walks away from your duo as Wind makes his way over to where you fell, pulling you back to your feet and wrapping your arm over his shoulders. "Did you mean what you said?"

"What did I say?" You try to twist your head around to loosen up your muscle and it only slightly works.

"Well... everything you said about me. Did you mean it?"

"I don't remember." You frown and furrow your eyebrows. "Probably... If it's all good things, then yes. Because you are good. And you deserve good things. And you might be the little brother I never had... but I wish you were my brother. You're cool. You're great. I love hanging out with you man."

Wind smiles softly and sits you down on a free spot once you reach camp again. "I can be your brother, it's ok."

"Awesome!"

Sky

"And what exactly did you find?" Sky raises an eyebrow when he sees you. He recognizes the plant but can't remember what it does or why he's seen it before.

"Hm... I don't think that's good." He sighs and walks over to you, picking you up with a sturdy hands on your elbows. "Are you ok?"

"A lot of things hurt right now." You admit. "Are the berries not good?"

"Let's assume they aren't." Sky smiles a bit and wraps arm around your waist to keep you from falling. "I think you should get someone to look at you."

"You have really long eye lashes." You blurt out and gently bring your hand to cup his face. "And I've never noticed how blue your eyes are."

"Ok, those berries defiantly aren't good." Sky snorts and picks your hand off of his face. "Let's get you back to camp, ok?"

"You're like... one of the nicest people here, you know that?"

"Well I certainly try to be."

"And you're always thinking of others and you're so good." You lean against him, putting your full weight onto his side. "I'm so sorry that you have to be here instead of your home. You're so important to so many people Link."

"You think so?"

"I know so." You pat his head with what little arm you reach. "You're at the start of this whole thing... You are... the whole reason Hyrule, as everyone knows it, exists to begin with. It all starts with you. Not everyone has that kind of legacy you know."

"Is that really my legacy?" Sky looks over to you and you grin brightly in his direction.

"Well aside from the stories of the hero I've always heard so much about growing up there's also like the hero lineage as well. Not to mention you also father... the whole Hyrule Royal Family Line. So I'd say you're pretty important. and your legacy is pretty big."

Sky stops abruptly and the suddenness of it sends you right onto the ground. "I'm the start of the line?"

"OOOWWW!!! SKY!" You whine and cradle your head with both of your hands. "That hurt! Why did you do that?"

"Sorry sorry sorry." Sky bends down and helps you back up, readjusting his grip on you a few times to make sure that even if he loses his grip again, he won't be sent careening onto the floor. "That was an accident. I did not mean to do that."

"That was mean."

"It wasn't on purpose I swear."

"Promise?" You rolled your head over and rest it on his shoulder.

"Promise." Sky bite his lip to hold in his laughter. "I'd never do that to you on purpose, not like this."

"Ok. I believe you." You nod. "I think if you really wanted to hurt me, you would have sent your army of birds against me or something."

"I do not have an army of birds."

"But you're building one."

"No, I'm not."

"You are though. Maybe not on purpose... Maybe you don't realize it. You do know that birds flock to you right?" You blinks your eyes up at him. "It's a crazy thing to witness. I think you could easily rule to world with nothing but cuccos by your side."

"What is it with you guys and the cuccos? What did they ever do to you?"

"I can't speak for the others but I say with full certainty that my Zelda has a wicked streak sometime and she was mercilessly attacked by them one day."

"Oh my goodness"

"I told her to leave them alone but noooo, she had to keep hittin' the poor thing and look where it got her. Those little things are ruthless and should be feared. She won't touch them with a ten foot pole now." You nod your head to your story as if you were telling Sky some age old wisdom.

"Does that mean the others-?"

"Most likely." You snort. "Serves them right."

"That would explain that."

"Sky, I'm really glad I know you... as a person and as a friend. I think you're really talented and great and good and I'm so happy you're here."

"I'm glad I met you too." Sky grins and waves over someone from the camp to come help him.

"You're my favorite ok, don't tell the others." You wink in his direction and let yourself be taken away from his side.

"Oh jeeze, thanks." Twilight snorts and picks you up bridal style, taking you further into the camp and laying you down by the small fire they've started.

"I'll take that secret to my grave." Sky smirks.

Twilight huffs a little and stands to leave. "You can take care of them then."

"That was the plan."

"Sky is a brave boy." You mumble from where you've been placed and reach out to him. "He deserves better than watching over a sick sack of potatoes. He's good at helping people. Someone has to make sure that he doesn't push himself too hard. He'll over work himself and then there would no more Sky and the world will be to dark to recover. There's no way we can lose Sky. He's too good."

"Have they been like the whole time?"

"Pretty much." Sky shrugs.

"I think I'm going to throw up." You mumble and try to push yourself upright.

The boys then scramble to try and manage the approaching problem.

It's going to be a long night.

Legend

"Oh for the love of- you look like you took a swim through the underbrush. What did you do?" Legend groans and comes to stand in front of you.

"I went for a swim?" You blink up at him, confused and a little disoriented still. "Is that what happened? I'm not wet... Am I?"

"You're joking." Legend raises an eyebrow and and places the back of his hand against your forehead. "Ok, maybe not."

"I can not believe the legend himself has graced me with his presence." You giggle and try to stand- not very successfully. "What a joyous day indeed."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Legend kneels next to you and takes one of your arms, lifting it up and wrapping it around his shoulders. "You're acting weird... weirder than usual anyway."

"But I love you Legend!" You cry and wrap your other arm around him. It's a clumsy hug and Legend almost throws you off. But considering you can barely stand on your own feet with his support, he supposes some more wouldn't hurt.

If he likes it then he doesn't say anything.

"I think you love the idea of me." He grumbles. "I'm not that great."

"See, you say that but it's not true!" You grin and nuzzle your head against his. "You put on this big tough attitude and your defensive but you love us and we love you and I know you sometimes slip more food onto Wind's pate when he's still hungry but he won't go for seconds. Or how you sneak potions and healing items into our bags when we're not looking and I know you gave Hyrule some of those magic rings of yours to protect him. Or how you banter with Warrior because you try to keep his stress levels low because he gets flashback of the war and we all know he feels responsible for us even if he has no reason to be. You're quick to point out any puzzles that Four misses... magic eyes and all that."

"Have you been watching me?" He snaps and tries to make his embarrassment with anger.

"Yes, because I find you interesting and I've been wanting to get to know you better but you're one prickly pear." You poke his nose and try to keep walking. "You don't let me."

It's difficult.

"I know you've been watching what weapons Wild goes through and keep track of what he's been using the most, what he's most comfortable with... I think you want to get him something..."

"I'm an apprentice blacksmith... I want to see if there's something that will survive that wild rat." He grumbles.

"Ooohh!! Even better! you want to make him something!"

"I hope your fever erases this from your memory... Make it into one big fever dream."

You laugh and try to hide the grimace from your pounding head. "I know you've helped Twilight with something- he seems a little lighter but I don't know what. And I know you've been watching how much sleep the Old Man gets and I know you've been helping him with it. I know you're watching how much Sky has been fighting and how much he travels and you're quick watch his health and his breathing problems."

"Should I be concerned that you've been watching me this much? Because if it were any other person I'd be fighting you and getting a restraining order. It's weird." Legend huffs and hoists you up a little more, trying to keep you from falling.

"You help so many people." You hiccup and groan, the pain in your head becoming a little more than you can hide. "You're always watching everybody else's back. You don't watch your own."

"Who says that?"

"You take care of everyone else but yourself." You whine and hide your face against his shoulder. "But I've been watching your back. It's ok. I know you wouldn't like it but I care about you too much to let you hurt yourself. Someone has to take care of you if you won't do it yourself."

"I can take care of myself!"

"But you don't."

"Hey!"

"MMmm... Don't yell please." You wince and grip his tunic tighter.

Legend stops for a moment and finally looks at your face. It's flushed completely red and you're beginning to have sweat roll down the side of your head. Legend bites his lip and hides the pause behind the pretend need to adjust his grip.

He can't tell if you've gotten better or worse but he's going to bet worse.

"I'll go get Time. Maybe we can figure how to fix this, ok?" Legend gulps a little and returns to dragging you across the forest.

"Ok."

"The things I do for you people."

"You're a good person."

"Hm."

"Link?"

"What?"

"Thank you." You mumble, right into his ear. "We don't say it often but thank you."

Legend feel the tips of his ears go a little pink and he scoffs. "Don't thank me for anything. I didn't do anything."

"You're a good person."

"I'll chock this up to the fever talking."

Hyrule

Hyrule hisses sharply and can already feel the ominous foreshadowing of the hours to come. "Did you get in a fight? Are you hurt? You're bleeding, that's a dumb question, don't answer that."

"Rule!" You reach your hand out. "Best booooy!!! Hello sweet heart, how are you?"

"What happened to you?" He kneels down beside you and begins to heal the miniscule cuts around your arms and your back. He can feel the magic go down your legs and heal what was torn there and come back up to work on the worst of it.

It's a little more damage that he'd like to admit out loud and he's a little worried that there's monsters nearby that would have caught the scent of your blood.

"I fell in the bush... trying to get berries to eat... I was supposed to find food for Wild to cook but I don't think I can do that any more. It's not good that there's not much to forage." You mumble, relaxed by the suddenness of your pain being relieved and the cuts you've sustained leaving your body.

Hyrule frowns and stops his spell. It's a shame he can't do anything about your clothes.

"I feel funny." You say and lean backwards, over judging the distance and force and nearly send yourself back into the bush behind you.

Hyrule snatches your tunic before you can do that and pulls you toward him. "Be careful... Did the bush do this?"

"I dunno." You shrug and frown as you feel the pain begin to come back. "Are you here to bring me back?"

"I might have to regardless. I think you've been poisoned by the plants."

"I feel funny, not dead."

"Well, let's hope that it doesn't come to that." Hyrule rolls his eyes and wraps your arm around his shoulders. "Come on. We need to get you checked out and see if there's anyway to help you."

He's trying to stay calm... but he hopes that it's mostly you being loopey and not actually in any danger. He doesn't recognize the plant- but he supposes that's a given since it's not his Hyrule and he doesn't know the scale of the dangers around here.

"I have a headache again." You groan and don't even try to help Hyrule in lifting you up.

"I... can't really do anything about that. Sorry." Hyrule sighs and readjusts his grip to lift you higher.

This time you do put a little more effort in standing up and slowly, you begin to make your way back to the camp.

"I'm sorry you have to deal with me right now." You mumble and lean against him. "There's so many others things you could be doing right now."

"I don't mind. I'd rather you be ok than do anything else."

"You're a good person." You roll your head back and look at his side profile. "I hope you get every good thing the universe has to offer Link. May your life be filled with peace and happiness and all sorts of good things."

"Like what?" Hyrule finds himself asking. It stuns him and for a moment and he wonders if he's asking because he doubts he'll have it or if it's merely to get you to elaborate more.

"Like many friends and family and holidays and puppies and kitties and candy and good food and good company and cupcakes and lemonade-" You begin to list off.

Hyrule looks back on his life and the people he's met and everything that's happened to him up until this very moment. Enough so that he ignores the rest of your list and only tunes back in when you've past onto a slightly different topic.

"There's so many little things to enjoy in life, you know. I know you're humble and underestimate yourself and I'm trying to change that because you're absolutely amazing and there's a lot you should be proud and show off a little more because you deserve it but I wish you'd let us show you that. " You roll your head around again and try to match your footsteps to his despite the fog in your brain.

You keep talking.

"It might be presumptuous to say this but I think this group may have been the best thing to have happened to you. And that makes me a little sad."

Hyrule stumbles a little and you follow suit. "Sorry, sorry."

"It's ok. You'd never hurt anyone unless they deserved it." You mumble and try to fight against the now pounding sensation in your head.

"Hurting?"

"Yeah... My headache got worse."

"I'm sorry."

"You apologize too much." You groan. "I can't wait to see the day where you do something completely outrageous and just own it, just unapologetically decide that this is the hill you're going to die on and fight every one else about it."

"That sounds like a lot of effort." Hyrule snorts and raises an eyebrow.

"I can't to see what is the stick that takes you there."

"I don't think that's how the saying goes."

"It is now. I said so."

"Of course. Naturally." Hyrule snorts.

"Link, we're friends right?"

Hyrule nearly stumbles again but catches himself this time. "Of course we are! Whatever made you think otherwise?"

"Nothing." You admit. "But I'd to be the kind of person that's on the list of good things your life. Like that list I was talking about earlier."

"I say you are." Hyrule nods to himself and sees the camp in the distance. Relief flows over him and he nearly sags from it. A smiles graces his face as he turns to you and lets you lean on him a little more. "And I'd die on that hill."

Four

"Oh no no no no no, not good, not good at all!" Four hisses and runs to your side. "Did you eat any? Please tell me you didn't."

"Are they not good?" You tilts your head and try to keep your vision on Four but it's kind of hard to focus on just one of him. You don't remember there being so many Fours.

"No! You're not supposed to eat them! They're highly toxic!" Four grips your shoulders and begins to look over your face and check your eyes.

"Did you eat any?" He asks again, stressing the question more than you think is necessary.

You shake your head.

"Oh thank Hylia."

"I feel in the bush though."

Four groans enough that it sound more like a subdued scream. "Why?"

"I tripped." You giggle and try to stand up. "I heard my name AND FELL~! Hehehehe.."

"Ok. This..." Four sighs and looks around your surroundings for a second. He doesn't find what he's looking for. "...is not ideal."

" 'm sorry." You say and feel your lip start to wobble a little bit. "I didn't mean too."

"No. It's my Hyrule. I should have warned you guys. This is my fault." Four scoots in your direction and wraps his arms under your knees and behind your back.

He effortlessly lifts you up bridal style and doesn't hesitate to begin carrying you back to camp. "Time is going to have my head for this."

"No, he likes you too much." You blinks away what you can and try to think beyond the simple thoughts in front of you. "Everyone likes you. you're a likable person."

"Well thank you, but believe me. There are people who don't me." Four says with a snicker.

"Who are they? I'll fight them. Just say their names."

"You don't know them." Four furrows his eyebrows and chuckles disbelievingly.

"I can find them. And then I'll fight them. How dare they not like you!" You shout to the sky and wave your arm around like it's nobody's business. "You're one of the coolest people I know! That I've ever met! And I've met a lot of people! I've met this group! And you're still the coolest! Tell me their names, Link. I won't stand for this."

"It's not a big deal."

"I'm about to make it one."

"I won't tell you their names." Four shakes his head. Mostly because they're gone already so who cares.

"Then point your fingers Smithy because I'll find them and you won't have to worry about them any more." You say with so much resolution in your voice that Four has to stop himself from laughing out loud.

"Believe me, I don't worry about them."

"Oh so someone else got to them then. Good good."

He loses and laughs anyway. "No, not like that."

"There should be only people who love Link! Link haters are not allowed or welcome! Begone with those thoughts!" You cling to him weakly and Four has to grip you tighter to compensate for your flailing.

"Hold still, you're making this harder than it needs to be." Four snorts and shakes his head. "I deserve this. I deserve this and everything that's about to come. I know it. This is completely my fault."

"It's not your fault my head's hurting." You argue and frown. Because it's true. Your head ache tat you've been sporting since the start of your conversation has grown and it's beginning to be impossible to ignore.

"It kind of is, considering that it's a byproduct of the brumble bush." Four sighs. "Luckily, the antidote is pretty easy to make. The down side is that I'm not sure if I have all the ingredients and we're a little too far away from town to get more. I wonder if Hyrule can do something with his magic to help out... or at least lessen the effects so that it wears off."

"Will it last long?" You mumble and cradle your head in your hand. "I don't like this, Link."

"I don't like this either." He says. "If you didn't eat any of it than you should be fine in a few hours and it'll wear off on it's own but I don't think you want to be like this any longer than you have to be."

"Man, Link you're so smart. You know so much." You sigh and rest what you canon his shoulder. "I'm so glad I'm your friend... that we're friends and I want to keep being your friend. Can we keep being friends? Is it possible to be friends throughout different lifetimes?"

"I don't know but we can certainly try." Four grins and makes it back to camp a little easier now that you're so riled up. "I'm glad we're friends too."

"Yay!" You giggle and lay on the ground with little fan fair and with little convincing. "There's no much we have to do still... as friends and as a group. I love you guys!"

"And we love you!" Four snorts. "Get some sleep- it'll go faster. I'll wake you up when I have the antidote."

"Ok Smithy." You let your head hit the ground and close your eyes.

Four looked over his shoulder to where you are and smiles a little wistfully.

Until Time make his way to camp and eyes your torn and slightly bloody clothes before turning to Four with a raised eyebrow.

Four hisses again and raises his hand. "I can explain."

"You better."

#linked unierse #linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #A new format! #I'm really excited about this! #There's another post that I'm going to do like this #And I'm really excited about that one too! #But it'll take a while before I get there #i'm just going down the list! #some of these got a bit angsty #I apologize #I wanted each of them to be very cute #but I just start snowballing and it doesn't stop #I hope this is ok #it wasn't until I was half way done with this that I realize I could have taken this in a completely different direction #and that it would have probably been done faster and would have been easier as well #but I've never been known to do something short #so here we are