#because i refuse to cop out and write anything post-kiss

[simmeons]

decided to do a sorta sloppy intro post for the ocs i haven't done a really proper intro for!! their pictures are in the voice claim vid underneath their intros/descriptions :P warning for some possibility sensitive topics with oc's backstories (warning: im not creative with a mass majority of these characters SORRY😭😭)

Jesse; a 24 year old bounty hunter. he/him gay transman (ftm) who's dating Rye. likes are fishing, writing in his journal, watching the sunset, Colt (adoptive father) and doing favours for those he cares about. dislikes are duels, collecting debts, long rides, skinning animals, and big cats

short backstory: Jesse had a neglectful house while growing up so as soon as he moved out he bettered himself by landing an early job working on a farm. the owner of the farm quickly took a liking for the young woman working there (this was before Jesse's transition) and started to try and start a romance. after many failed attempts he ended up sexual assaulting him. Jesse eventually got away after months by an attempt to strangle the man with fishing wire, which left him with permanent scars on his hands. after escaping Jesse quickly tossed himself into bounty hunting, proving that a woman could do the job just as well as a man. shortly he met Colt and the older man took the scared Jesse under his arm and started to teach him what his parents didn't. Jesse started his transition and Colt was supportive. A few years later he met Rye, and started their friendship

Rye; a 25 year old ex-outlaw. he/him bisexual cis man who's dating Jesse. likes hunting, taking care of horses, kisses from his boyfriend, praying mantises, and swimming. dislikes are barn chores, hot weather, snakes, and stuck-up lawmen

short backstory: Rye grew up without a mother so he was very close to his dad. at a young age he was hunting with his father when a boar snuck up on him, attacking him and giving him the scars on his right cheek. he luckily survived and had a pretty normal childhood after that. when he was 11 his father was shot and murdered in front of him by the law. Rye never knew his father was a hidden away criminal, so he immediately took the traumatic memory as the law was wrong. he joined a gang as soon as he could and started his journey of becoming a feared outlaw. years later he met Jesse while camping, showing him kindness. Jesse was the only thing Rye saw good in the law, so during their relationship he started to better himself and worked to pay off his debts

Colt; a 55 year old ex-sheriff. he/him straight but supportive cis man. likes taking naps, his wife, Jesse (adoptive son), dogs, and kissing wife. dislikes corrupted law, being forgotten, haircuts, and when his wife is mad at him

short backstory: Colt grew up with loving parents and literally everything was perfect for him when he joined the law at 22. throughout his job he took a young Jesse under his arm and taught him all he could. when he was 26 he was stabbed while trying to stop a bar fight, but he luckily survived. after months of healing he was refused his position as a sheriff due to his physical state. it was a hard blow to his pride as he knew he could still work, but thanks to finding his wife he was able to recover and lives his life happily with her, married and with their own house where they enjoy their days together (yes this is why he has Doc's voice because he was heavily based off him i love old men)

Val; an around 500 year old vampire. he/they pansexual poly cis man who's dating King. likes partying, doing illegal substances, doing the hanky panky, playing guitar, and dancing. dislikes the consequences of his actions, sticklers for the rules, cops, nail polish chipping off, and people refusing his advances

short backstory: Val doesn't remember anything of their upbringing, but he immediately spent his first years as a vampire fooling around and getting the hang of his powers. he dated someone named Arlo during his first 100 years, but after they outed the vampire to hunters, Val murdered Arlo in a fit of rage and disappeared. they developed trust issues that started the infamous playboy act. he joined a band run by a demon named King, and they shortly started dating. together they both work through their commitment issues and have a pretty healthy relationship. thanks to all the drinking of blood he does on drunk and drugged partiers, his vampiric powers are quite developed. they specialize in the manipulation of emotions, which he uses to make himself more alluring to people so they can drink blood. he also owns a 1963 Corvette Stingray that's possessed by a vampire ghost. DON'T ASK ABOUT THEM I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY WHAHHH. also he turns into a townsend big eared bat bat!!! :3

Chiffon; an around 300 year old vampire. they/them nonbinary asexual. likes video games, music, cats, jewelry and playing with their hair. dislikes loud music, certain fabrics, bugs, and drinking blood off people

short backstory: okay i really don't have a lot for them oops but they're pretty much just a chill vampire who was accidentally turned but doesn't really mind it too much. they can order blood packs for their cravings and they love living forever so they can play all the video games in the world. their special interest is Pokemon, as they have the tism. they stim by clapping and spinning in circles. no vampire powers are they never drink off people. they turn into a peter's dwarf epauletted fruit bat bat!!!

Kiefer; a 32 year old afro latino. he/him bisexual cis man who's dating Skarn. likes making potions, magic tricks, rodents, Harry Potter and helping others. dislikes shop lifters, winter, feminine wear, swearing, and getting wet

short backstory: He grew up in Spain his entire life and took a liking to everything magical. He specializes in magic tricks and has a passion for being a magician. he runs a shop for all those supernatural and spends his time mastering remedies, potions, creams, anything that may help those in need. he uses his magical spells to help with his work, and some for his roommate/pet Marley, a handicapped werewolf who permanently has to use forearm crutches. he's dating a gargoyle he found in a trip to Paris named Skarn (Skarn is a friend's oc!!!!)

Marley; a 36 year old werewolf streamer. he/him aroace cis man. likes gaming, getting petted, dog treats, majuirnana, and taking naps with Kiefer. dislikes full moons, baths, getting babied for his condition, going to the doctor/vet and people doubting him

short backstory: okay i really don't have a lot for him but basically he never wanted to be a werewolf and actually really hates it, and has to use forearm crutches as his legs are permanently damaged from his first transformation. he uses weed to help with his pains, as well as some other remedies Kiefer makes

Archie; a 18 year old avian humanoid mailman. he/him unlabeled cis man. likes riding his bike, listening to soft rock, reading comics, family, and spring. dislikes being bullied for his condition, people bragging, being grounded, and heights

short backstory: wow another undeveloped oc CRAZYYY. most importantly about him is that his wings aren't in the proper place on his back so he can't fly. for humans to realistically fly the wings need to be on their lower back, but Archie's are up higher on his back, making flying extremely difficult, almost impossible. he uses biking as a way to feel like he's flying, and he tries to not let his condition get to him, but it does

King; a ????? year old demon. it/its pansexual cis man dating Val. likes singing, being a dick to everyone, bragging about itself, flaunting its wealth, Val, and its fans. dislikes being ignored, one up'd, paying bills, and haters

short backstory: guess what. another underdeveloped oc. basically this guy is entitled as fuck and thinks it's better than everyone and everyone should bow down to it. lead singer of a band and happily dating Val, where it loves to be pampered by the vampire. secretly has a soft spot for Val, and adamantly refuses it everytime the vampire teases asks teasingly. also a pretty big whore like Val

Ozzy; a 20 year old shark..person.. listen, their whole bottom half is a tiger shark okay. he/they unlabeled cis man dating Finly. likes rock music, sharpening his teeth, water proof eyeliner, gold, and sunbathing on rocks. dislikes bigger sharks, egotistical people, shark hunters, getting tangled in fishing nets and crabs

short backstory: uh..uhhm......uhhsjn.....yeah...shark boy.......was hurt from a hunter and was aided by Finly where they started seeing each other at the beach and dating shortly after

Finly; a 21 year old gardener. she/her/shark/sharkself transfem (mtf) asexual sharkgender dating Ozzy. likes gardening, aquatic life, listening to soft music, doing her hair, and watching romance movies. dislikes tight clothing, dry weather, sleeping in late, plants dying, and eating anything non-vegetarian

short backstory: just a girl who likes ocean life and plants... saved Ozzy when he was injured from hunters and kept him in the bathtub while nursing him back to health. she always wanted to be a shark so finding a shark person literally made her entire life

THAT'S ALL I HAVE FOR THEM!!!! i know a lot are kind of basic and underdeveloped but yk.. the cowboys, vampires, Kiefer and Marley are my golden children if you can't tell

#my ocs x3

[tennessoui]

"he scours the portraits for anything else that might be even more important than Obi-Wan Kenobi being a part of a family"

Im-- hello, I cant COPE. The way that Obi-wan keeps dropping these lines in his narration that make me cry...Does Anakin notice he gets floored every time he's included or is he too busy having his own crisis?

ahhh yes thank you i love trying to differentiate between anakin and obi-wan narration styles and obi-wan just in general is a lot more introspective/maudlin so im glad you're liking it!!!

as for rather or not anakin notices, i think he does to a certain extent, especially after they kinda talk and decide the Skywalkers are going to stay for at least another two years (they sign a "lease" on receipt paper with luke's green crayon, and after they get married obi-wan gets it framed). anakin would probably want to beat the idea into obi-wan's head that he isn't alone and he has family, but he doesn't think that would work well in the long run, so he probably launches a long campaign and includes the twins in it with the end goal being that Obi-Wan Never Feels Insecure About His Place In Their Family Again

Battle strategies include:

attending parent teacher conferences as a unit (making everyone else think they're together even MORE)

first day of school pictures with obi-wan in the middle (because technically obi-wan as a professor still has a first day of school every year so while the twins each have signs that say 'first day of 1st grade!' he's holding a sign that says 'first day of 39th grade!'

family halloween costumes (Obi-Wan is Professor Indiana Jones the twins are Adventurer Indiana Jones, and Anakin is the love interest)

christmas cards (highly professional looking because Anakin spent seven hours on them) + taking Chewie the dog to see Santa Paws (stressful for everyone and probably would have resulted in Anakin sleeping on the couch if they were together),

breakfast in bed on Obi-Wan Day (Luke and Leia don't think it's fair that Daddy gets a day and Mommy gets a day but Obi-Wan doesn't get a day, so they pick some day in November for Obi-Wan Day and surprise him) (it does make him cry, which Anakin does get on video)

Anakin knows this is gonna hurt for him because they're not together during this and it's making him fall even more in love with Obi-Wan. But that would definitely be worth it if the result was that the man he loves never ever doubts that he is loved ever again. <3

#asks #KUWSK #this is barely coherent i think its time for bed #so they live together for two years before they kiss for the first time #this stuff happens all before the kiss #because i refuse to cop out and write anything post-kiss #that isn't anakin's post kiss reaction #because yall deserve better <3 #maybe tomorrow

[missskzbiased]

The Things We Don’t Tell

Summary: You were sure your life was written and directed to fit a sketchy Rom-Com and nobody could convince you otherwise. First, your boss was too hot to be true, and burning with desire didn’t even begin to explain the tingling sensations he left on you. Second, your coworker (a.k.a. Ex-About-to-be-FWB) insisted in turning your life into a living hell, which wasn’t the exact kind of hotness you were into. And if having these two hot men around you every single day of your life wasn’t enough to prove it, maybe the threat of your slutty secret identity about to be busted would be… But you couldn’t let this happen.

WC: 7,5 K

Genre: Smut, Humor (?)

AUs: Office, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem!Reader X Bang Chan  

(Not really a love triangle as Hyunjin is the Lead. However, Reader wants to Bang Chan)

Rebloggable Masterlist    //   Main Masterlist   //   Tag List

Warnings: Language, Thigh riding, Public space (Office), Exhibitionism, Possessiveness, Pet Name (Baby girl), Sir Kink  

[If I forgot anything, please let me know! I’m kinda sleepy right now]

Notes: There will be at least one more chapter but I won’t do a tag list post for now, only if someone wants it, cuz I’m too lazy to think about doing it right now. This fic is an attempt to experiment with some writing style things that I’ve been wanting to try. I don’t think it worked, tho SUHAHUSAUHSUHA But that’s life

- I’ll quite possibly change the title in the future-

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  You are a superhero.

    Okay! To be honest, you may be exaggerating a little bit ─ a tiny harmless little bit ─ but that was how you felt every single day of your life, alright? You had this glorious and mysterious side of yours that you hid from everyone else in the world… That mask that you couldn’t let come to the ground and would fight for dear life to protect… That side to your persona that no one was allowed to meet… The fierce, bold, and dark aspects of your soul that—

    “Y/N! I want those papers on my table!”

    “Yes, sir!” You shrieked in an embarrassing (not even slightly bold) way.

    — That you couldn’t show at your work.

    Yeah… So maybe no one actually thought of you as a superhero, but you really believed someone should start to. Was there something that different between your life and those low-budget TV shows people seem to enjoy so much? You didn’t think so.

  To be fair, sometimes you felt like someone wrote a questionable script and poorly directed your life to fit you as the leading lady of a sketchy rom-com. As if they just focused on checking out every point on a bullet list made up with rules for a successful superhero office drama that wasn’t even that good…

    … And speaking of which…

    Rule Number One: The stern (maybe kinda attractive) boss!

    If you had to define Bang Chan with a couple of adjectives, you would choose undeniably beautiful ─ extremely professional of you because the right words to describe him were fucking hot ─ and committed. Fortunately, it wasn’t an “I have someone waiting for me at home and a bunch of kids I must put to sleep” kind of commitment, which would destroy your hopes of having this man one day. Unfortunately, it was an “I’m better than the header and gonna run this company by tomorrow night” kind of commitment, which destroys your hopes of a peaceful day at work.

    Now, it’s not like you don’t want to do your job! It’s just that you didn’t sign up to be Bang Chan’s perfect little toy ─ definitely not the better words to describe it ─ and you didn’t expect to be joined by the hips ─ really? ─ with him or any of your coworkers. The thing is that Bang Chan wants to be on top ─ someone has to stop you ─ and he believes the only way to get there is to work as a team and be as perfect as one can be. In other words, Bang Chan wants absolutely everything and everyone to be neat, tight, and ready to be used ─ again… Not the better way to put your thoughts into words ─, but this just wasn’t who you were.  

    It also wasn’t the point right now.

    The point right now should be the fact that Bang Chan was striding to his office looking like he owned the whole damn place… If this was a movie, the camera would be focusing on his expensive, black leather shoes before scanning all the way up to his waist in slow motion. The scene would zoom in on his fine ass only to go a little bit up and catch the shiny, black belt wrapping around his figure. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but you had a hell of a productive mind… You could think of a few things you shouldn’t really be thinking about right now.

    Bang Chan didn’t seem to understand he was at work either.

    He rolled his sleeve up in a sexy motion that should be illegal. It isn’t. You can tell by the way there are no cops bursting inside the building and arresting this gorgeous son of a bitch.

    The lack of any authorities to stop this atrocious moment had you lowering your gaze to your desk ─ a vain attempt to ignore the way his forearms flexed as he gestured and ordered people around. If you were a little bit less professional, you would have some ideas of how he could do it in bed. With you. But you weren’t some kind of creepy perv who would be fantasizing about riding your own boss from dusk till dawn.

    Not at all.

    “Do you need me, Sir?” His secretary asks politely.

  A question that you would love to ask him too… In a totally and strictly professional way, of course.

    Rule Number Two: The (extremely unnecessary) nemesis!

    The shiver running down your spine could mean only one thing: Hwang Hyunjin ─ your obnoxious coworker ─ was standing right behind you, just like a bloody damn ghost. There was no need to turn around. You knew he had his mocking eyes glued on Bang Chan’s figure, and you could feel the air shifting as he tilted his head in a silent sneer before leaning on your desk.

    You refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence; painfully aware that he would flash a wide grin while looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. You wouldn’t give him the taste of seeing in your face that he was right; that you were staring at your boss as if you were a starving vulture. So you did the only thing you could do in this situation: You started to work. The sheets scattered over your desk wouldn’t walk by themselves to Bang Chan’s room, right?

    And neither would you if it depended on Hyunjin.

    The attempts to swipe the papers in your direction and gather everything you needed ─ to finally get rid of Hyunjin ─ proved to be vain as his hand took root on the desk. You pursed your lips in annoyance while glancing at his prominent knuckles and slender fingers; wondering if he would be so collected if he knew you wanted to crunch them. Probably not. But he gets off so fucking much on upsetting you that he might just want to take the risk anyway.

    “What do you want, asshole?” You hissed; stopping your motions before turning around to stare blankly at him.

    The face of an angel was the most accurate way to describe the sight in front of you. Plump, pink lips molded into a sweet smile and dark brown eyes morphed into cute crescents. None of those features fit his true self, though. Underneath the angelic façade, there was a demon called Hwang Hyunjin ─ who was resting his free hand on your shoulder for no reason besides driving you crazy.

    It would be easier if he was just a pretty face, but Hyunjin had a good body too. The guy looked just like a model ─ slim, tall, and classy ─, and even though only his collarbones peeked out from down his shirt, you knew that there was much more than the eyes could see.

    Well, you never saw it, but you had felt it.

    As far as you could remember, each curve on Hyunjin’s abs was craft by God himself. The way his chest was built for you to caress would be forever craved on your mind. You might never forget how soft his lips were in contrast to his lap… How his thighs flexed just right when you pulled his hair… How reactive he was… How his moans sounded… And how he put everything to waste.

    “Oh, nothing” He shrugged. As usual, his voice was just like sweet, hot honey; still, you could wipe the poison dripping down his chin, “I was just wondering if you had enough time to do your job while fucking your boss inside your head” He clarified sarcastically, cracking you a smile.

    Sometimes you regretted not putting his mouth to good use… He really needed to learn how to shut up for a while and stop being so… Unbearable. The silence he met had him scoffing; body leaning even closer to the point his face was practically hovering over yours ─ smugness plastered all over it. You held his gaze to confront him; breathe mingling with his in a heated mix that matched the anger under your eyes.

    Was he licking his lips as he stared at yours? Oh boy… He definitely wanted to get laid. It was your time to scoff as the frown on your lips turned into a smirk; eyes twinkling mischievously as you looked into his in a silent teasing. As if sensing that he was in trouble, Hyunjin tilted his head to look even more obnoxious than he was; face coming closer to yours to defy your newfound confidence.

     “You know what? If you stared at him any longer, I think his balls might have fallen off…” He whispered in a tone loud enough for just you to hear “Unless he saw the way you were looking at him… Then I guess his dick would go straight up” He assured you with a ‘friendly’ pat on your shoulder as he finally let go of your papers and straightened his back.

    “Are you saying it from experience?” You sneered; grimacing at him.

    “Are you telling me that you want me to fuck you too?” He retorted gibingly; not even thinking twice about it.

    “No” You tilted your head, trying to stay composed, “I’m reminding you that you couldn’t even kiss me without getting a boner… Just like a teenage boy” He arched a brow at your statement; pursing his lips as he hummed in wonder “I’m surprised you never came in your pants like the pathetic thing you are” He laughed; poking his cheek with his tongue before squeezing your shoulder in a silent warning.

    “I must have been quite a sight if you can remember it so vividly” You pretended not to notice the way he sniggered, pushing away the urge to punch his face.

  Nemesis was just a classy way to call him a pain in the ass.

  Rule Number Three: The (plain and uninteresting) secret identity!

  It would be impossible to miss the moment Hyunjin’s devilish smirk morphed into a bright, friendly smile. The snarky comment on the tip of your tongue was swallowed back in a bit; grimace dissolving into a wide grin as if you weren’t about to throw your fists at him. He giggled as his arms spread open before snaking around your body to pull you into a tight hug; holding you close and rocking your body side to side as a soft huff fell from your lips.

    If you didn’t know any better, your knee would be buried between his legs.

  “Way to go, Y/N!” He chirped, loosening his grip to take a better look at your face; eyes smiling as if the both of you were the bestest of friends in the entire world, “You’re awesome! I’m so proud… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as my teammate” He pursed his lips; dimples showing as he offered you nothing but affection in his gaze.

    You did know better, though, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out who was standing behind your back as you opened your mouth to answer him: “There’s no one I’d rather be with!” You reassured Hyunjin in a sweet, mirthful tone; tilting your head to return the fondness in his look in an act worthy of an Oscar “We’re a team, you know? You can’t get rid of me so easily” He laughed wholeheartedly at that; ruffling your hair before leaning closer to you again, resuming the hug.

    “We’ll see about that” He whispered in your ear, making you scoff.

    “What are you gonna do? Cry to Daddy so you won’t work with me anymore?” You hissed back; breaking away from his hug with a tight grin before turning around to meet Chan’s gaze.

    The surprise plastered over your face was millimetrically calculated; just like the way you pretended to be flustered as you stared into your boss’ eyes to see the pride shining on them. You brought the papers closer to your chest in what was meant to be an innocent, coy way ─ a technique mastered over the months you worked for him ─, and Chan seemed to fall for it as he giggled in delight. The poor guy had no clue all of this was as fake as your camaraderie towards Hyunjin, and he wasn’t about to discover it anytime soon if it depended on you.

    Luckily, it did! You had taken some acting classes; just enough for your next words to be naturally convincing: “I’m so sorry, Sir! We’re just so happy that –” The words were deliberately drawled to give him enough time to interrupt you. Just like you knew he would. And it was a good thing that he did because you had no idea of how you were supposed to finish that sentence anyway.

    You were a good actress, not a professional improviser.

    “Don’t mention it” He cut you off giggly; detaching himself from the doorframe he leaned on as he watched the friendly scene taking place.

    The amount of cuteness this man could deliver in his smile wasn’t fair, and it didn’t match the sensuality a simple gesture of his overflowed with, enchanting you. You gulped down as he gave both of you a silent order to follow him into his room, wondering if the duality he had in the office was remotely similar to what he could do in bed ─ a thought that shouldn’t be having a place in your mind right now.

    Hyunjin seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly too, and as soon as Chan turned around to head to his office, he bumped his shoulder onto yours. The obnoxious action was followed by your elbow diving into his ribs; a retaliation that took you less than a second and, luckily, Chan ─ or any of your coworkers ─ didn’t seem to notice. Neither of you gave away your silent quarrel as Hyunjin closed the door behind him, smiling at you when Chan finally took his seat.

     “It’s good to see that you guys have such chemistry” He confessed, and you had to suppress a scoff when you looked into his eyes. He had no idea… The chemistry between you two was enough to make you want to blow each other, “You know what I always say, right?” He boasted on a sing-song; much more at ease than he seemed to be earlier.

    You weren’t about to put that on the line, though.

    “You can’t have teamwork if you don’t have a team!” You warbled in unison.

    “That’s the spirit!” Chan gurgled, heading to his desk in a visibly good mood.

    What was going on? He wouldn’t be so happy just because you and Hyunjin were being friendly… Were you missing something? He didn’t seem in such a peaceful state of mind when he came in… It had to be something that happened after that. Perhaps he got some good news from his secretary? Or maybe… You narrowed your eyes as you caught a glimpse of Hyunjin’s hands fidgeting in front of him; his foot tapping the ground rapidly but quietly before moving slightly to step on your toe.

     Or maybe Hyunjin had something to do with it…

    “As I said in the email, Sir, I happened to hear some stuff around and… KQ managed to get an exclusive with Han Jisung” The sentence sounded just like a normal introduction to a report, but you knew it wasn’t. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to meet yours, glinting with anxiety and despair. He was informing you of what was going on, not Chan, “And as we all know, Jisung is a rising producer star, which is bound to raise their sales and might get in the way of ours…” He continued, swallowing dryly and widening his eyes ever so slightly.

    He was definitely trying to warn you of something.

    “Yes, I read the e-mail, Hyunjin” Chan agreed sternly; smile disappearing as his fingers intertwined to serve as a support for his chin. He looked classy and incredibly sexy, but your mind couldn’t afford to focus on it right now. You had to figure out what the hell Hyunjin suggested to Chan before blowing everything up, “You also said that Y/N might have the solution for this…” Oh, so that was it, you thought when Chan arched his brow; eyes connecting to yours.

    And now what?

    “So?” He encouraged you, detaching his chin from his hands so he could rest them on his desk “I’m waiting” He smiled gently; a closed-mouth smile that was supposed to calm your nerves, even though you could see how tumultuous his gaze was right now.

    It was practically a silent threat.

    In a normal situation, the predatory way he was looking at you ─ resembling a wolf when you were nothing but a sheep under his radar ─ would get you… Thinking.

    Your job wouldn’t be at stake in a normal situation, though.

    The pressure on your toes increased; the subtle way Hyunjin found to snap you out of your mind, despite your silence hanging in there for just a few seconds. It was obvious that he was freaking out just as much as you were, and you couldn’t help but blame him for this. Couldn’t he have told you about it earlier? What the hell was going on inside his mind?! Instead of taunting you about wanting to fuck Bang Chan, he should have warned you about that shit!

    That’s not the time for this, Y/N.

    The muscles on your face tensed as you tried to not give away everything going through your mind; lips twisting in a tight smile as you looked at Hyunjin: “Yeah, he was right” You answered calmly, even though your stomach was settled on becoming an Olympic athlete right now, “As I was telling him before coming here, Sir, I have someone in mind…” The relief washed over Hyunjin’s face; a genuine smile adorning his features as he withheld a sigh, “I happen to know I.N, and I think I can get us an exclusive” You confessed, shifting your gaze from Hyunjin to Chan.

    “The writer?” He blurted out, astonishment plastered all over his face.

    “Yeah… They’re a friend of mine…” You trailed off, embarrassed to say it out loud “They’re in the top trending now since their novel will become a drama and…” You cleared your throat, lowering your head to avoid his gaze. There was just so much of acting you could handle for a day, “I mean- It’s… Adult stuff, right? But they never—”

    “I know! That’s perfect!” He beamed, getting up from his chair to walk your way “They’ve never been seen! Nobody knows anything about them, Y/N” He laughed ─ he genuinely laughed ─ while clasping his hands together “Han Jisung is good, but I.N is better! This is hot news… FrontPage… How come you never told me about that?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder “Rest assured that when I get my promotion, I’m gonna have you right here in this room” He promised you in such a serious tone that a shiver ran down your spine.

    Rule Number Four: The (kinda horny) true self!

    There was not a single soul in the office as you made your way down the hall; eyes focused on the mesmerizing view outside. The sky was colored in purple shades, so deep that you would have mistaken them for black if it weren’t for the dazzling, sleepless city and its dozens of skyscrapers lighting everything up. Not even the full moon would be able to compete with such a beautiful brilliance, but it wouldn’t be necessary either as your gaze was abruptly torn away from the night.

    The darkness surrounding you didn’t allow your brain to connect the dots immediately, and you couldn’t help but wonder what happened when you bumped into something. The surface was much softer than a wall, yet firm enough to have you wincing for the impact; eyes snapping to meet the unlucky bastard that stayed until so late. The moonlight kissed his skin just enough for you to recognize the sharp features of your boss; clenched jaw revealing popping veins that distracted you for a fraction of a second.

     Your eyes trailed the path from his jaw to his neck, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it tasted like; if you could savor it like the sins you wanted to commit with him. The closeness didn’t work in your favor, and the hint of his scent intoxicated your senses as you connected your gazes. Something must have given you off ─ maybe your hesitation, maybe the lust glinting in your eyes ─ because the next second, Cristopher had his hand placed on your lower back.

   The warm sensation grew to a burning feeling as his eyes darkened while diving into yours; his stern, cold gaze contrasting to the feeling of his touch and sending a shiver down your spine. Could he have noticed the way your legs trembled as his grip tightened around you? The look on his face was indecipherable, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel too exposed and vulnerable to keep looking for an answer, so you averted your eyes away from him.

    “Weren’t you supposed to come as soon as you got his answer?” The way his voice made its way to your senses had the embarrassment washing over you. The huskiness in his tone made you gulp down ─ throat dry from thirsting over him ─ and the calmness in his sentence alarmed you as it didn’t match the disapproval in his eyes “It’s so late that there is no one else here anymore” He added nonchalantly; mixed signals getting you confused to what he meant by it.

    Was it just a way to scold you or was it an invitation?

    “I’m sorry, Sir” Despite not having anyone around, you whispered the words as if you could be caught at any moment now, “It took me longer than expected, but we—”

    “We?” His eyes were sharp enough to cut you off but the real reason why you couldn’t manage to finish your thoughts was the way he pulled your body impossibly closer to his “Were you with him this whole time?” He hissed right into your ear, letting his hot breath fan over your cold, sensitive skin in a silent threat.

    “Working” You corrected, even though he didn’t say anything.

    “Working” He hummed in agreement; hand going to tuck your hair behind your ear “As in how we work late at night?” He sneered, manhandling you to press your back against the cold surface of the glass wall that separated his office from the rest of the place “Or is it as in how he wants to work you on his desk?” He scoffed; soft huff almost as degrading as the way he held your cheeks with one hand and guided your eyes to his.

    “Neither” You guaranteed breathlessly; voice quivering in excitement.

    “Are you going to pretend that you didn’t notice his looks?” He narrowed his eyes at you; his knee making its way to the gap between yours before slowly rising to your thighs, “That you don’t know how much he wants to fuck you?” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “You better not, ‘cause I know you love it” He warned as he kicked your legs apart.

    “He could never fuck me as you do” There was such seriousness in your tone that it had him chuckling, and he nodded in approval before burying his nose in your neck, “I-I’m yours only, Sir… I know my place” You promised quietly, trying not to give away how aroused his jealousy made you feel.

    “Yeah…” His raspy laughter tickled your skin, and you muffled a whine as he grazed his teeth over your neck teasingly “But you like being reminded of it, don’t you?” He taunted, taking in your scent in a way that made you feel too small and helpless. He groaned as soon as you let a whimper fall from your lips, and you couldn’t help but struggle to stay still while knowing what was about to come, “Do I have to spell it for you, baby girl?” He snickered before sucking on the tender spot of your skin that he knew too well at this point.

    “N-No” Somewhere inside your head, you acknowledged that your reaction was insanely humiliating. He just needed a couple of words spoken in a sultry tone and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence. That was the power he had on you. And you loved it. “Only yours” The rushed tone made him smirk against your neck, stopping his path of kisses for a second to look into your eyes “Sir” You panted; returning his gaze with just as much intensity as he had on his.

    “Claim your place” His order was so tantalizing that you didn’t even blink before you finally let your knees give away, losing the support of your legs to earn the support of his thigh, “That’s right… You do remember your place” Somehow, this sounded like the best praise he could ever offer you, even under his amused tone, “But you have been such a bad girl lately…” He pouted as he caressed your cheek; hand stopping to grab your chin gently “And I don’t like bad girls… You know that, right?” He let his thumb reach for your lower lip, fiercely staring at it before grazing his finger on your teeth.

    Your answer was as silent as his request; tongue welcoming his thumb before you sucked on his digit. He hummed in appreciation, pushing it inside your mouth as you looked at him with big doe eyes to show a coyness that wasn’t really there within you. The action was followed by a swirl around the tip of his finger; as if to leave in his mouth the taste of what he was missing and prompt him to give you what you really wanted: Him.

    If he picked up on your plans, he showed it by giving like for like.

   He didn’t say a word as he pressed his thigh against your heat; leaning closer to let his breath fan over your neck once more. He stood like that for what could have been seconds, maybe minutes, but nonetheless time enough for his warmth to creep into your senses. He was like a poison to you; the intoxicating presence clouding your better judgment and destroying any will you had to have him losing control. You didn’t even mind the way he scoffed as you started to grind his leg; brows twisting to shout out a needy plea for release.

    “That’s a good girl” He approved, catching your earlobe between his teeth. The moan that fell from your lips was muffled by his finger and he didn’t seem to appreciate it, “I don’t hear you, baby girl” He complained, moving on to your jaw with a path of open-mouthed kisses that weren’t enough to distract you from his other hand “There’s no one here… Be loud for me” He allured you as his hand found its way under your shirt.

      The temptation was great… Scream his name as he fucked you senseless in the office... No risk of being caught… Just you, and him, and your dirty little secret…

    Your thoughts were all around the place, and you had no hopes of grasping them back as his cold hand brushed your side, contrasting to the warmth under your clothes. The way he touched you made shivers run down your spine; his slow, delicate motion enhancing your senses to every single second of his caresses. You held your breath when his finger finally managed to reach its destination; grazing over your nipple to have you succumbing to his wishes.

    You fought it as you could, but you were never much of a fighter.

    It was too easy for him to have you under his control, and he knew it. You could tell it by the way he chuckled as soon as you gave away how lost you were at this point. The moan that left your lips came all the way up from your chest, sounding crystal clear in the room as you let your mouth fall agape. Sucking on his finger and following his orders were the last concern you would have for this moment. The only thing worthy of your attention right now was the fact that you couldn’t get as much friction as you needed, and you had to do something about it.

    So you grind on his leg for dear life.

    “You’re so needy” The mockery didn’t have much effect on your mind anymore, so you just kept sliding up and down his thigh as if that was the only thing that could keep you going “You’re not even listening to me, are you?” He huffed in disbelief; thumb leaving your mouth so he could cup your face “That’s all you can understand, right?” He taunted, pinching your nipple to get your attention again, “Are you still there, baby girl?” He leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

      “F-Fuck me” Was the only answer he would get.

      “Manners” He warned; licking the sweet spot next to your jaw.

      “Fuck me, Sir” You corrected yourself; wrapping your arms around his shoulders to look for some support as you practically bounced on his leg, “Please, fuck me, Sir” You repeated, forehead resting on the crook of his neck as you clawed his back, trying to bring him as close as possible to you.

      “Louder” He demanded, and you didn’t need to look at his face to know that he was grinning, “Louder…” He instructed in a tone so low that you could barely hear him over the rustling sounds of fabric against fabric. Your breath hitched as his hand gently caressed your hair; moving some strands away from your face to take a better look at you. However, he didn’t get to see your teary eyes, “Come on, baby… Look at me” He asked in a tantalizing tone, alluring you to try and meet his gaze.

    There wasn’t much you could see through your hooded eyes; vision too blurry for you to grasp what was going on inside his mind. You could tell he enjoyed it, though. He always did. That moment when he could pinpoint you had given up on your control, that you weren’t yourself anymore and would be willing to do whatever he asked… He lived for it, for that rebellious flame of self-control extinguishing from your eyes.

     For who you become when lust overcomes you.        

    The grip on his hair wasn’t unexpected, and Cristopher offered you a small, wicked smile before you connected your lips. The kiss was messy and hurried; tongues exploring every corner they could find while your hands were occupied on getting rid of your clothes. Neither of you cared about anything else but feeling each other’s bodies as you ripped your shirts. The cold breeze hitting your bare skin wasn’t enough to cool down the heat consuming you, but it was enough to have you squirming and whining.

      “Beautiful” Was the only thing he said before pushing your back against the glass and adjusting his grip to take your nipple between his teeth. The groan that escaped your lips was almost animalistic, prompting him to answer with a grunt of his own as he sucked on your skin. The vibrations ran from your flesh to your core, enticing another moan that seemed to fall into deaf ears, “Louder, baby… I want him to hear you…” He pleaded, letting go of your breast just to grope it and give you a kitten lick on the next second “To know who made you like this…” He added before sucking on it again.

    Perhaps it was the fact that he thrust on you, just to tease your senses and make you thirstier. Perhaps it was the fact you had to support yourself on just one leg as he pushed his hips against yours and you tried to seek for your balance by involving his leg with yours. Perhaps it was his hand sliding to meet your clothed core; finger pressing against your clit to add a delicious, needed stimulus for your orgasm.

    Perhaps it was the words that slipped through his lips.

    “W-What did you say?” You panted; hips faltering as you tried to keep riding him, but steading their pace as his finger circled your clit to goad you “M-Mhm… S-Sir” You cried; hand burying in his hair to pull it and translate the utter bliss waving down your body. The string of mewls and urgent pleas spilled from you like a chant, getting him more eager than before, “P-Please” You whined, even though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

      “Hold it” He ordered; straightening his back to look right into your eyes, but failing as yours rolled back to your head. His hand made its way to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to look at him with a soft shake to catch your attention “Look at me” It sounded like a warning; stern enough for you to try your best to focus on him, “You’ll only cum when he walks right through that door… Do you understand?” He searched for any signs of stubbornness in your eyes, but his smile showed he didn’t found any.

    “W-Who?” You managed to ask; body trembling as you tried to hold every single string inside your mind in place, even though each one of them was ready to snap and unravel the crashing pleasure that was building up.

    “Why does it matter?” He scoffed, quickening his pace as the unmistakable ring of the elevator sounded on the room “You love being seen, don’t you?” He chuckled, watching as your body shook violently and your knees started to give away to the sensations running down your body.

      “Y-Yes, Sir” You could bet your voice echoed inside the building, and Christopher seemed to agree with you as he grinned in approval.

    “So look at your guest, baby… And scream my name” He instructed, pushing your face to the side. The doors opened slowly, revealing the lights inside the small cubicle right in front of your eyes “Let him know who you belong to” He whispered in your ear; hand pushing your underwear aside so his finger could come in contact with your core.

    The mysterious figure detached from the corners of the metallic walls to finally reveal himself. You met his eyes for a half of a second; enough time for you to recognize the one who worked with you every single day of your life. For the past few years. Someone who would be your partner for years to come, and who would witness and engrave your face in your most vulnerable moment.

    You came hard; probably the most overwhelming orgasm you had ever had in your life. It was impossible to hold back your voice, and you couldn’t help but howl his name; legs shaking and body collapsing into your boss’ arms. You squirmed and whimpered as you tried to recompose yourself; letting him help you ride you out of your orgasm and occupying yourself by staring into your coworker’s shocked eyes.

    “Thank you, Sir…” You breathed out, gripping his arms for dear life while the shame sank into your soul.

    Rule Number Five: The (grateful and satisfied) fans!

    And… Post.

    Oh, well… You did it. Again. There was something about displaying your deepest fantasies for anyone to see that was kinda thrilling to you. Your heart raced inside your chest just like a drum ─ well, if a goddamn drummer decided to do a solo but was too offbeat, to begin with ─ and you couldn’t help but stare blankly at the page without a clue of what to do now. It was out there… Why didn’t anyone say anything yet? Was it that bad? Should you delete it?

    Well… People have to read it before commenting, you know?

    Yeah, right… You just posted it.

    Chill.

    You licked your lips before biting them; feeling the rush that was posting about your boss online when no one else knew about it. If you were being honest, the best part of this wasn’t having the chance to live your fantasies throughout your writing. No. The best part was knowing that only you knew the true identity of Christopher… Or what you really wanted to do to him while he walked down the hallway. The best part was that no one would ever figure out that you were the author of the bestselling novel of the moment… That this steamy romance between boss and employee was nothing but your rawest desire.

     Who would think that the boring, shy girl from the office would be a smut writer? Who would think that you would have a horny, interesting secret identity? No one else but you.

      And this was priceless.

     Or maybe… It was priceless.

    As far as you knew, every single thing you cherished about being a secretive horny bitch could go down the drain tomorrow. It would be all fine if it was just a… Well, actually everything would suck. How would you look at Chan’s face if he knew you were writing about having sex with your boss while he was your boss? What would you do if they decided to fire you because of it? What would you do with your life from now on?!

     Don’t panic, Y/N.

    You had everything under control… Tomorrow morning you would be going to Jeongin’s house and interview him as if he were you. No one would ever suspect you after that. You would save your ass, Hyunjin’s ass, and Chan’s ass. And that was it. The perfect plan. Nothing to worry about. Just trust Jeongin to follow your script and make sure everything would go as planned.

    Flawless. Totally safe. Perfect.

    That’s right…

    You just need to take a deep breath and rela—

    The sudden sound caught you off guard; eyes focusing on the screen once again so you could understand what was going on. All of your worries vanished away as soon as you saw the notification on the top of it; announcing that you had just got a message from a fan.

     Finally!    

    The weasel icon was so familiar that you chuckled while opening the message; a smile plastering over your face as you let your eyes wander around the words. There was nothing more fulfilling to your writer ass than seeing the way Weasel always had something to say about your story. Sometimes, he’d give you some feedback on your style. Other times, he’d freak out about how much he wanted to “try those things out”, as he usually said. There were also times when he’d just get excited over the characters and their conflicts, which always got you laughing.

    It was fun to talk to Weasel.

    He was just as mysterious as you… There was no name to his face, and also no face to his icon, but both of you were friends anyway. He had been keeping up with your stuff from such an early stage that it felt natural to have him around and getting his feedback. It was so comfortable, that you didn’t even mind when he slid in your DMs, embarrassed to let anyone else know that your smut made him… Feel things. There was no need to elaborate on what he did about those feelings or those things. But it was kinda hot to know he enjoyed himself throughout your fantasies.

      His fantasies.

    Well… For the number of times that you used them to write your stories, it was some sort of shared fantasies by now. As a matter of fact, you never intended to make Christopher a jealous character but Weasel made the idea seem too hot for you to ignore. Sometimes, he’d open up about that girl from his work that he really liked and how jealous he was of the guy she liked and then… Well, it felt… Interesting.

    The thought of being desirable to the point a guy would want to claim you as his like this? Not that Weasel did it. He actually just mentioned that he hoped she was into this as a kink. You couldn’t help but picture the way he would touch her in such a greedy way… The possessiveness blinding him for a second… The grip tightening… The mean words and the humiliation… Oh, the sweet humiliation that would crush you as he whispered how much you would cum for him… How he was the only one who could make you like that… How he would ask you to say his name… To tell him that you were his…

    You could drink holy water and still be shaking just by picturing it.

    “That was such a good chapter… I didn’t expect you to use her friend like that. I thought it was a given that she’d end up with Chris” You read out loud, chuckling when he reached for your DMs to talk to you “Will we get a threesome or something, miss? 😏” He joked on the next line and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this “I’m waiting for it”

    “You’re just a horny bitch, aren’t you?” You typed, smirking as you stared at his messages “No spoilers for you, though, baby boy… You’ll have to wait like everybody else” Teasing him was always funny, and he never failed to amuse you.

      “I’m not the one writing porn online” He pointed out, and before he could write anything else you shot him.

    “Yeah but you’re the one getting off to it” You retorted, getting a whole set of gasping and shocked emotes that had you laughing.

    “I have no words to express how offended I am” You chortled, shaking your head in disbelief.

     “Alright, Drama Llama” Why was it so fun to mock him? You wished you could actually meet him offline and banter like this in real life “To fill your horny ass, I might write a dom!reader next time… I was thinking about torturing the 2nd lead a bit”

    “First of all… I don’t think I want my ass filled, thank you for offering tho” Why was he like this? “And I was just joking” You frowned at that, confused by what he meant “Don’t you think that a threesome doesn’t go along with the characters? Her friend likes her a lot and Christopher is just a kinky son of a bitch… I thought he’d just show him that she was his and be an ass as usual”

    “What do you have against Chris, dude?” You rolled your eyes, although he wouldn’t be able to see it, “He’s way better than her friend! At least, he does something about her”

    “I have the 2nd male lead syndrome! You know that!” You chortled, very aware of this, “And isn’t that the perfect opportunity for him to do something about it?! I mean… I don’t want to be nosey but having a threesome is way out of character for them” He pointed out, and you had to admit he was right.

    “No, you’re not nosey…” You sighed; shoulders dropping for a second “It’s just that I’m upset about something that happened at work today and you know that projecting my problems on those characters is my thing” You pursed your lips, staring at the keyboard for a few seconds before deciding to continue “Besides, I’m about to spend an entire day with a guy that kinda inspired the 2nd lead and… I don’t really want to think about a sex scene with him, you know?” You confessed.

    “But thinking about torturing and having a threesome with him is easy” He mocked you.

      “That’s because that threesome would never happen” You sent it before you could think about what you had just written.

    “Ooohhhh!” Holy shit… The amount of emotes he had just dumped on that chat couldn’t be a good sign, “So having sex with this guy is something you want?! And that could happen?! ” Great, now you would have a Drama Llama-Weasel trying to get some juicy gossip about your inexistent sex life… WORSE! Your sex life with your nemesis! “Why don’t you go for it? I’m sure he’s into you if he’s anything like his character” Poor thing… He had no idea.

    “Shut up, it’s not like that” You brushed it off.

    “If you say so” You could almost hear him snickering, even though you didn’t know how his voice sounded like “I’ll just have you regretting this for the rest of the night” You snorted, shaking your head in disbelief. He was unbearable! “I have work early tomorrow but I’m gonna come back with questions, Miss… Wait for me”

    “What I meant is that it’d be easier to happen than having a threesome, not that I want it to happen, moron” You defended yourself but he didn’t even get to read it as he logged off right away.

      Great… He would never let you live it down.

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[loving-villanelle]

I’m really hoping we get pay off in these last two episodes. After all this tension and lack on communication and them hurting each other I really need some kind of a big release. We earn it and they earn it! If that’s not happening then I don’t know what this build up was about. What the s3 finale was about. What’s the point of anything. And actually I need it in the next episode because the thought that it all needs to come trough in the final episode is exhausting. All of their scenes have been so short and ended in one of them walking away and not really communicating at all it’s so….ugh. The face Villanelle makes after Eve doesn’t answer her question about the arrest is all of us I feel. Like I’m tempted to say “I’m done with you” to KE and I feel Villanelles frustration because aaagghh. The show is about to end!! We don’t have time for this!!

I feel all of this so, so much. And I've seen the same sentiment repeated in all kinds of circles...if there's no payoff then what was all of this for? What was this point of this journey? The most concerning thing is Laura's refusal to "label" them. She gave an interview within the past couple weeks where she said they are hesitant to define them because people draw their own meaning from their relationship, whether that be romantic, cosmic, platonic (🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️) or otherwise. It's really unsettling to read stuff like that because if they truly feel that way, then what are the chances that they're ever going to give us anything of substance onscreen? They'll keep everything intentionally vague so we can "draw our own meaning". Which is such utter bullshit and a complete cop out because there have been romantic undertones from the get go that they have only continued to play on. You can't say you don't want to feed into a notion while simultaneously feeding into that very notion on screen. We've yet to have it be fully realized on screen, but it's there and they very much play it up. The other concerning thing is the stranglehold SWG has over the show. I don't have the source, but rumor has it that the writer of 4x06 (Kayleigh something, I apologize I can't remember her last name) said that she wanted to take the story to a certain place or do certain things but wasn't allowed to by SWG. SWG essentially constrained her writing within certain parameters. So that is even more concerning because, especially given the elements yesterday's episode contained, what did Kayleigh want to do that SWG wouldn't allow (post murder sex anyone?). So I don't really know what, if anything, we'll get at this point. I think we'll maybe get a vague declaration of feelings that fall just short of love to keep it "open" and maybe we'll see a kiss in the finale, just to throw us a bone. Honestly, that's the most I'm really hoping for or expecting at this point. Anything else would just be a bonus

#villaneve #killing eve spoilers

[curly-bangtan]

Heatwave Anniversary Drabble: i miss u like ... a lot (M)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! but this drabble can be read alone

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: One night until Taehyung is back from his boys’ trip but you miss him too much.

Genre: fluff, smut, kinda crack?, boyfriend/established relationship au

Warnings: unprotected sex (oc on contraception so don’t u do it), teasing over the phone, riding and grinding, just kinda vanilla i-missed-u-so-much sex, a particular selca

Word count: 5k

A/N: It was Heatwave’s one year anniversay on the 17th so I decided to write a quick(?) drabble for this. I fully intended on posting this on time, but wanted to change up some stuff so only managed to finish this now. Happy birthday to my first fic and forver my baby!

MOSTLY UNEDITED

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The absolute one thing you hate most about your boyfriend being away from you is your boyfriend being away from you.

You have never been the clingy needy type, that is more his role in this relationship, nor are you really one to show affection. In fact, you would hate for that false image to be perceived of you because all that sappy shit makes you want to throw up your dinner. But one thing you’ve learnt since Taehyung had gone away on a week-long boys’ trip down by the coast is how cold the house feels in his absence, despite being in the middle of a sizzling summer.

Everything is so eerily quiet without his random outbursts into song and fits of laughter. Having spent 3 years living together, you have gotten so used to his constant presence that you had even caught yourself several times calling out for him only to remember that he isn’t here. Waking up without his arm draped around your waist, slided up your top at some point during the night, impacts you more than you’d like to admit.

Are you glad that he’s having a great time with his friends by the beach, relaxing all day and drinking all night? Of course. Are you having a great time all by yourself over here in the absence of your boyfriend? Certainly not.

Though, of course, this isn’t something you would confess to out loud, especially to him. He doesn’t need to know how often the thought: ugh fuck, I miss Tete is crossing your mind, lest you want him to rub his smugness in your face.

It isn’t just that. Your relationship hasn’t been without its tests in the course of its years and things have only finally stabilised. It’s not that you don’t trust Taehyung to be with his ladish friends for seven days, shirtless dusk till dawn, intoxicated to the point where he calls you thinking that you’re the pizza delivery guy but…

A hammered Taehyung at a beach full of girls who are no doubt thirsting over him leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You trust him to be loyal to his core, but you don’t trust anyone else to keep their hands from copping a feel. No matter how you look at it, you would just so much rather he be at home with you right now.

You have endured this for six days. Six full days without Taehyung. Six full days with no sex, no tummy kisses, no clammy hand holding even though you’re only to get groceries. Just one more night and this torture will fucking be over, praise the lord. But you also don’t know how much more you can hold back that I miss you text because you’re combusting from the need to see him again.

It’s almost 4am. Your sleep schedule is fucked and it’s really his fault.

The bright screen of your phone offers the only luminescence at this hour. Your messages from him in the past week have not been shy of your daily dose of Taehyung - clips of the beach (always mischievously caption with something along the lines of “thinking of Mykonos ;D” where you went on your first holiday together), selfies that you dwell way too long staring at because you miss that face buried in your neck, drunk videos of the antics him and the boys get up to that you’ll definitely chastise him for when he comes back yet can’t help but laugh at. You find yourself scrolling through them every single night.

Your personal favourite: a pouty selfie he sent you after he dropped his ice cream, the picture you always go back to and the one you’re staring at right now. His hair is frizzy from the sea, lips jutted out childishly and cheeks puffy. Your chest constricts, fuck...

Just one more night, you remind yourself. And then he’s back and all yours again.

Then suddenly, the phone in your hand vibrates, short and abrupt. The bar slides down from the top of your screen reading New Message from Tete. Surprised, you scramble to open it, maybe a bit too desperately for you to be proud of.

04:11

Tete: bby

You blink at those three letters, lips pressed together because your heart is cinching.

Tete: ur prob aslep rn but

Tete: i missu

Tete: <334

The typos indicate that he is wasted, and you take a guess that he has just returned from their last night out of the holiday. The corners of your lips turn up knowing that he is thinking of you right now.

You: no im awake

Your fingers are itching to reply with i miss u too, and it takes all your willpower and stubbornness to stay true to your steadfast self. There is just something so unpleasantly moist about these kinds of texts, something that makes you cringe and gag when you read them. You refuse to be one of those people. A heart is all that you allow yourself to reply.

You: <3

You: r u drunk?

Tete: drunk in love

Tete: yes

A giggle escapes you at his god awful cheesiness - drunk, sober alike. Insufferable. But probably Taehyung’s most endearing quality.

You: did u have fun!!

Tete: yeah

Tete: but i miss u

Tete: more than i had fun

God, you feel like a teenager again, suddenly overcome with this gushing urge to roll over and scream into your pillow. You’re glad he’s merely texting this to you right now because if he had said this to you face to face, your skin would most definitely stain scarlet from neck to hairline, scalding to the touch. Even months into officially being his girlfriend, these curveballs of overwhelming affection throw you off guard.

Again, the compulsion to tell him you miss him too yanks at your heartstrings. You truly don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to say how you feel, let yourself be soft and vulnerable. You know it’s one of your flaws so it’s something that you’re working on, but you can’t say you’ve made much progress.

But just as you decide that maybe you should take the plunge, suck it up and just text him those three words, he sends you a picture.

Tete:

No, not just a picture. A selfie, of him in bed, shirtless under the covers. “Oh, fuck…”

Hand clasped over your mouth to prevent any sound from involuntarily escaping, it takes a moment for your breath to return to you and for you to stop gawking. At this hour… Really? Is he seriously doing this to you right now?

His sleepy eyes. His messy curls. And his fucking nose mole.

The undoing of your existence.

Tete: this boy misses u :]

You: bruh

You: bruhhhhhhh

You: taehyung

Tete: oui my lady :))

You: 👁👄👁

You: can u not do this to my heart

You: y did u send me this </333

You: what was the reason

Tete: coz i miss u

Tete: do u like it

Tete: :D

‘Do u like it’... Actually, you have tears in your eyes, albeit mostly due to staring at a screen for too long so late at night, but it’s certainly contributed by this selfie. You tell yourself you’re acting out because it’s been six days since you last saw him. Perhaps Taehyung Withdrawal Symptoms is the explanation behind why you want to print and frame this picture because that is definitely not a normal reaction to a picture. But this is a masterpiece.

You: taehyung my soul left my body

You: like i could weep

You: u look so soft and fluffy

You: :’(

Tete: lollll

Tete: simp

This boy has some nerve?! Simp! He called you a simp?! Laughing like a maniac, you can’t even pretend to be mad at him, not after this picture he sent anyway. So you guess you are a simp. This selfie is your kryptonite.

Tete: jkjkkkkk

You: hahahaha

You: y r u doing this to me

You: its 4am

You: u can’t send me this rn

You: i won’t be able to sleep

Tete: o yeah how come ur still up?

Tete: go to sleepppp

You: can’t sleep

Tete: aw no whyyy

Because you miss him that’s why.

You miss Kim Taehyung. You miss Tete. You miss your boyfriend, your best friend, your other half. You miss his touch, his smile, his wide eyes when he’s confused. You miss his morning snuggles and late night kisses. You miss the way he hugs you from behind as you prepare your meals. You miss the wandering hands that he can’t help when you’re out in public. You miss playing PUBG together until the sun comes out then both sleeping past noon. You miss taking baths together where bubbles would get into your mouth as your kisses get heated.

You just miss him.

It’s only been six days and you’re in this state. What has he done to you?

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you let out a great sigh and deflate. No other reason offers itself for you to be awake at this hour; he knows you cherish sleep above anything. Teeth digging into your lip, you inhale long and hard, then exhale the gust of your cowardice. It’s not that deep, stupid. Fuck it.

You: coz

You: i miss u

You: like … a lot

You: 🙄

It’s final - you guess you’ve become a mushy wet sap. Truly it is embarrassing how big of a step this is for you; but the sense of pride and accomplishment feels oddly validating. Baby steps. The eye-rolling emoji right after is subconscious because you could only betray the core of your character that much. Forgo it and taehyung might not believe that it’s you.

Tete: omg

Tete: :D

Tete: rrly?

You: *blank kissy emoji*

Tete: wow

Tete: u actually don’t know how hard i’m smiling rn

You: simp

Tete: ofc that’s my middle name

Tete: i miss u a lot too

Tete: like a lotttttt

Tete: i’ll show u how much when i’m back

Ah… Of course, the Taehyung specialty - smothering you with his affection. You freeze at the thought of his wildfire kisses and head between your thighs. Nothing screams of how much you’ve missed each other more than a good dicking down, climax after climax until you’re both panting messes of sweat and entangled limbs. The anticipation makes you squirm under the sheets, legs pressing together.

You: pls do

You: i need u

It’s uncertain what spirit has possessed you at this ungodly hour for these words to come out of you. There’s an instant flash of ickiness, but you let the self-cringing simmer and dissipate into the realisation that this is okay, this is normal. Taehyung’s your boyfriend, couples text like this. You need to grow some.

Tete: fuck baby

Tete: i’m so not used to u texting like this, it's driving me crazy

You: crazy how *cat smirk*

If you weren’t smiling before, you’re definitely grinning like an idiot now. His reaction is predictable, yet oddly still, an incredible wave of satisfaction hits you. And because you want to savour this moment, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, you send him a picture of yourself.

Camisole strap slid off your shoulder, hair splayed out, bottom lip deep red from biting down on it too much. Just to return the favour.

Tete: y/n

Tete: call me now

-Incoming call from Tete-

Laughing to yourself, you wait a good few seconds before picking up to prolong his torture. “Yes, Taehyung?” You put your thumb between your teeth to suppress the laughter.

“Fuck.” Against the silence of the night, the low rasp of his voice permeating into you from the speaker of your phone sends tingles up your toes. You’ve fucking missed his voice more than you thought. “Y/N… You can’t do this to me.”

“I told you, I miss you. Like… a lot.” The saccharine tone in your reply is foreign to your own ears, but you like the sound of it and the deep rumble it elicits from your boyfriend.

“How much?” Taehyung eggs you on. His words are barely slurred, so you gather that he has sobered up at least for the most part by now. Yet there is still a slowness to it that suggests

“Hmm, like… I touched myself every night at the thought of you a lot.”

A sharp inhale. Then silence. But you know better so you give him a moment to gather himself.

“You shouldn’t be putting that image in my head.” Exasperation is evident in his voice, desperate and yearning. You can imagine him now, one hand on his phone, the other sliding over his pants that are getting a bit too tight for comfort. Your breath hitches.

“Then you shouldn’t have sent me that picture, Taehyung…”

“You said it was soft and fluffy. What you sent me back was not soft and fluffy.”

“Just because it’s soft doesn’t mean it doesn’t turn me on. You do things to me… okay?” Heat trapped beneath the skin of your cheeks, your grip on the phone against your ear slackening as your thighs rub together.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard, baby…” Nothing gets him going more than the knowledge that he turns you on, it’s his weakness but somewhat his strength.

“That’s… unfortunate. Are you going to do something about it?”

His gulp is audible even over the phone. “Uh…” A sigh. “Um. Maybe. Thoughts are being thought.”

“What kind of thoughts? Thoughts about me touching myself and moaning your name? Thoughts about how much I wish my fingers were your cock thrusting so deep into me that I feel it in my guts? Or are you thinking about what you’ll do to me when you’re back tomorrow? Fucking my mouth until I’m crying or filling me up with your cum first?” Your hips buckle at the filth leaving your mouth. This is more like you; you haven’t abandoned your nature after all.

“Oh, fuckkkk.” His moan resonates into your skull, not quite as if he’s here with you but good enough to fill your desire. “Y/N… I need you so badly.” Breath ragged, you hear movement of his sheets in the background as he adjusts into a more comfortable position.

“Are you stroking your cock right now?” A warm slick oozes out of your own entrance. There’s something about Taehyung masturbating to you that elevates you to a different kind of high.

“What do you think, baby?” As you listen closely, you hear the slow rhythm of his pumping, and your fingers ache to pleasure yourself. ‘The things I’ll fucking do to you when I’m back.”

“Mmm, but it’s late, Taehyung, why don’t we go to sleep.”

“Wait, what?” The stroking stops instantly and surprise in his voice releases a smug satisfaction into your veins. The equivalent of pouring a bucket of ice water over his head right now. Teasing is an old undying habit, what can you say? “You wanna end the call now?”

“Yeah, we should sleep, babe.” Grin unsuppressed, you turn over onto your side, probably a bit too pleased with yourself at your success. Taehyung is an easy victim always.

“What the fuckkk?” Your boyfriend groans. “You’re seriously going to tease me this hard then leave me high and dry?” When you offer no more response than a sly chuckle, he add, “You’re so evil.”

“Save it for tomorrow, Taehyung. Think about it, we’re one sleep away from seeing each other again.”

“Fuck, I know. But you just got me so fucking horny, bruhhh. I thought we were gonna have phone sex.” You are still laughing at his whining, basking in the victory you’re holding over him.

“Taehyung, save it for the real sex.” The idea of phone sex crossed your mind several times to be honest, but you really want to collect every single drop of desire and longing and unleash it tomorrow. Raw and pent up. Nothing to dampen the fire.

A sigh of defeat down the line. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know?” You know. “How am I supposed to sleep now though? I’m so rock hard that it hurts.”

“You can figure that out yourself, big guy.” Your cheeks ache from smiling for too long; they often do during calls with him. “One sleep away, okay?”

“Ugh, fine, you demon. I can’t believe you sometimes.” He lets out another sigh. Your heart skips at the anticipation of how he will punish you for this. “Good night, I miss you.”

“Good night, I miss you more.” There’s a sudden change of tone with these words. Because you truly mean it. Sex and physical intimacy aside, you really just missed his voice, his banter.

You fall asleep almost immediately.

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You don’t think you’ve heard a sweeter sound than the keys rattling at the door the next day. Practically leaping off the couch where you had been awaiting him in your Taeyhyung-less boredom, you run to the door.

As it swings open, heat courses to your chest when your eyes land on his, so full of comfort. Your boyfriend is home. Handsome as ever, much more tanned than your memory of him and much more attractive. White t-shirt and loose black shorts, a mundane outfit that only he could make look exceptional.

And as much as you want to sprint up and throw yourself onto him, your feet stay planted on the floor.

“Hey.” You barely breathe out.

Stay calm and composed, you tell yourself. It was only one week without him, it’s not like he’s returning from war.

But Taehyung doesn’t even reply, because in two long strides he is standing before you, bags tossed to the side, a sign of their insignificance in the presence of you. His arms find their home circled around you, face buried in your hair before you can utter another word. You don’t hesitate to return his embrace, holding his waist as you let yourself fall into his chest. He smells like what summer should, the ocean, sweat and young love; his familiar musk greeting you as if he never left.

Your lips meet his, strong and full of intent. He’s so unexpectedly soft when he kisses back, a timeless romantic dance like he is saviour your taste on his tongue.

With your weight leaning on him, he slowly topples back, stepping hastily until your bodies land on the couch. You fit your legs on either side of him as you burrow your nose in his neck and breathe him in, memorise him. In nothing but a large shirt, your bare thighs are exposed for his roaming.

When you pull away and face each other, you are struck by his beauty. His skin is sun-kissed and glowing, hair an effortlessly beautiful mess, the slightest hint of a stubble peeking through below his nose. Your heart belongs to him forever, you know it without a doubt.

“You smell so good. I missed you so much, baby.” And his voice… That deep baritone honey that you have taken for granted all this time - music to your ears.

“Imissedyoutoo…” You mumble, shy under his undivided attention and mercilessly unbroken eye contact.

With your chests pressed together, his chuckle rumbles into you. “What was that?”

“I missed you too… I guess.” Face flaming, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at your admittance, fingers twirling around his curls to preoccupy yourself.

But he cups your chin and turns your face to him, forehead pressing up to yours until your noses are touching, breaths mixing. “That’s not what you said last night.” Taehyung smirks, hands sliding down to your waist, the material of your shirt bunching up in his hands. “Do I need to remind you?”

“No…” You find yourself unable to keep your eyes open, your core pulsing mercilessly as you grind onto him. “How are you already hard, Taehyung…” And though you mean to scold him, it comes out breathless.

Lips hovering, he traces the edge of your jaw, tingling the sensitive little hairs on its way to your ear. When he reaches the shell of your ear, warm breath infiltrating so relentlessly into you, you almost lose yourself right there on his lap. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” He whispers.

“Show me.” Is all you make out.

His hands are already beneath your shirt before you even notice, palms kneading into your breasts as he takes your nipples between his two fingers and rolls. As he kisses you again, the same tenderness exchanges between your lips. It’s a different kind of desperation to be so slow and gentle, one that means so much more than sex, one that’s telling of how much you truly missed each other. Your hips roll with a mind of their own over him. One hand of his comes down to your ass, guiding the waves of your rocking. And each time his stiff clothed member digs into your clit, you whimper into his mouth.

Carefully, Taehyung rolls you over onto your back, sucking your bottom lip to keep the seal from breaking. He pulls away when he’s on top of you, and a string of glistening saliva bridges between your mouths. “Foreplay or no? Tell me what you want?” Compliant as ever.

“I need you to fill me up right now. Anything else can wait.” You watch the devotion ignite in his eyes. His fingers are in a hurry as they pull your panties off, knees spreading your legs open as he kneels between your gaping entrance. He tugs his shirt off from the collar, such smoothness in his action that your insides coil up. His newly-bronzed rich skin revealed, you can’t help but reach up and run your hands down from chest to navel, revelling in his blemishless ridges.

A low sound reverberates from the back of Taehyung’s throat as your touch travels down to unbutton his shorts. They fall loose. His hard throbbing members springs free, a glistening bead oozing from his slit. “You didn’t wear boxers?”

When you glance up, you notice his sheepish grin. He presses his mouth onto yours, still smiling, guiding you back onto your back. “I just couldn’t wait.” Taehyung whispers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, especially since last night… Ah, fuck.” Another deep groan erupts from him as you reach down and slather that bead of precum all over his tip. His head falls onto your neck, writhing under your merciless stroking.

His tip brushing against your clit, your toes curls at the teasing of your weakness, hips jolting up involuntarily and perhaps a bit too violently. You’re so embarrassingly sensitive after this many days without Taehyung, and he notices from your breathless reaction. Smirking, he takes his shaft in his hand and runs his stiff head over your clit mercilessly. And as you roll your head back helplessly, he nibbles onto your exposed neck, faint stubble grazing your skin.

“Quit the teasing…” You whine, unable to withstand the build up of twisting pressure begging to be fulfilled between your legs. “Just put-”

Taehyung pushes himself into you so abruptly that you yelp. And there it is, that mind-melting stretch of your walls that you’ve so much missed. “Fuck, Taehyung…” Your entire core feels ablaze, so numbing that your nails dig into the leather of the couch before they find grip on his arms.

“Like that, baby?” His voice his strained, as if he’s struggling not to lose his mind as well.

Nodding because you can’t make out a word as he slowly pulls out, you grab his face and pull him up to meet your lips. You whimper into him mouth when he rams into you again, hitting your walls in full force, no mercy. His kiss doesn’t lose its sincerity despite the juxtaposition of his vigorous thrusts, though you can’t say that he is quite as gentle with as before. You pinch his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it as your fingers get lost in his hair.

After seven days of deprevation of his cock, your cunt is leaking with the fluid of your arousal, aiding in the ease of each plunge. You feel the stiffness of his ridges pulling you open as he slides in and out of you. “Fuck…” He pants, mouth hovering over yours.

“Let me get on top.” Taehyung’s eyes flash at your suggestion, instantly rolling onto his back. He slips out during the switch of position and the wetness of your cunt is assailed by a sudden rush of cool air.

You swing your leg over and mount him, watching him watch you pump his dick, your own liquid slathered over him sticky in your hand. Letting his member fall against his abdomen, you grind over him between your folds, hands splayed out over his chest. The friction created each time your clit would slide over the thin pinch of skin where his tip unfolded into his shaft has Taehyung a groaning mess.

He looks remarkable under you.

You push his sweat-dampened curls out of his forehead, eyes half closed in euphoria, half watching you roll your cunt so lewdly over his length. You know you could make him cum like this if you continue. But you want him to cum inside you first, you want to feel that thick hot spurt of his desire shoot again and again into you until his cock is twitching.

So slowly, lubricated by your wetness, you sink inch by inch down until the skin of your ass meets his thighs. This angle fuck with your mind; you think you feel him at your cervix. Then your hips start to do what they know best, pounding over him with a rhythm that you’re proud of.

Taehyung grabs hold of your waist, your breasts, fury in his eyes as he watches you ride him with such determination. “I love you so much.” He heaves between heavy breaths.

“I love you, I missed you more than you could imagine.” You huff, thumb running over his red swollen lips.

“I love when you admit it.” He sits up and takes the swell of your breast in his mouth, making his way to your nipples where his tongue relentlessly flickers over.

Your thighs are starting to burn, core aching because his cock is thrusting up into you so deep that you feel it in your guts. The signs are appearing - your vision is going hazy, walls squeezing tightly around him, tangle upon tangles knoting in your stomach. His are too - his head is slumped against your chest, arms crossed behind your back as he holds you close to him, whole body starting to tense as he begins to curse.

Pace quickening, you don’t let the tire of your muscles stop you from your chase. The slap of your skins ringing in your ears, you keep riding, cunt swallowing his cock whole each bounce. Taehyung breaks first. “Fuck!” He calls out into your neck. His cum squirts into you, pulse after pulse, your boyfriend’s hips jolting each thrust.

“I’m so close, babe, keep going for me.” You plead, knowing how sensitive he is right after his climax. He nods wordlessly, face still buried in you hair. The lubrication of his cum abolishes any resistance, letting you slide over him easier than sitting down. And not five thrusts later, your own coil snaps. You through your head back at the wave of pleasure that drowns you, your entire core on fire as your moans echo through the room. It takes maybe twenty seconds for your walls to stop throbbing and for the orgasm to slowly die down.

Taehyung is already growing limp inside you after his orgasm. “Thank you.” You whisper against his forehead while you dismount. His cum flows out of your slit and down the insides of your thighs, but he refuses to let go of you.

When he looks up, you are struck by an overwhelming sensationf of adoration. His long dark curls fall slightly over his eyes, in disarray but just the way you like it. His eyes are so full of genuine love and gratitude of having you that you can’t help but capture him with your lips. “No, thank you.” He mumbles against you, falling back onto the couch with you in his embrace.

After a long kiss of after-sex affection, you pull away before it leads to a second round. “I want you to know that I really missed you a lot. I can’t even call you a big baby anymore because I stared at all the pictures you sent me every night till the sun came out.”

Taehyung’s boyish smile melts your heart. You’ve missed him way too much. His smile, his goofy comments, his tender kisses. “My heart… is squeezing…” If his smile doesn’t tell how smitten he is, his eyes definitely do. “I missed you so much too. All the boys made fun of me for being such a wettie ‘coz I couldn’t shut up about you.” The thought is so endearing that you can’t help but hide your face.

“So how was your trip? Plenty of hot girls drooling after you?” Trick question of course, you know that for a fact already.

“Haha, it was good, fun. Bet you couldn’t sleep ‘coz you were trembling from jealousy.” Scoffing you land a smack on his chest. “But nah, no hot girls. Nowadays there’s only one hot girl in my eyes.”

Your own lips spread like a cheshire cat. “Shut up, cutie.”

“Rachel McAdams.”

“Let go of me. Don’t even touch me.”

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A/N: Moral of the story, never sit on their couch if you’re a guest at the Heatwave house.

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24/08/20

© Copyright 2020

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[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Ooh! I just discovered you from the Bad Things Happen Bingo and I love your writing already! Could I potentially request the Bleeding Out prompt as a prequel for the Soup for the Sick story you wrote?

Thank you for the ask! I had to look up prequel to make sure that you meant before the events of Personalized Caretaker Part 1, and not after 😂. Here you go! In reference to this post.

So, with that note, this piece happened before Part 1 of Personalized Caretaker.

Personalized Caretaker Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: blood, vomit, losing consciousness, faking an injury, drugged whumpee, fear, implied touch starvation

*not edited*

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Civilian hopped onto her couch, legs resting on the armrest and flicked on the television, going straight for Netflix.

It was a normal day, serene and tranquil with the perfect amount of work that made Civilian feel good inside.

She lazily gnawed on a piece of beef jerky and selected The Kissing Booth for personal enjoyment. Something cheesy and romantic to vibe to as she decompressed- even the best days required a period of relaxation.

But, her period of relaxation was very rudely interrupted by a thud. Right outside her door.

Civilian froze, heart racing, as her mind involuntarily replayed every known horror movie. She was the victim, the bad guy was going to break in and slash her throat as she unceremoniously says, "Who's there?"

Civilian shuddered, turning off the television, and slowly standing up. She grabbed her remote control as a weapon and very, very slowly, like a ninja, stalked stealthily up to the door.

"Who's there?" Civilian asked. Crap, her fatal flaw. Now the bad guy was going to rush out and murder her, then the police would come and there would be ten more killings and then there would be a ghost that was a moaning lady with pale skin and black hair that was hung in the woods seventy-some years ago and then it is reincarnated to be a doll that haunts children and-

Civilian drew in a deep breath. Don't freak out, don't freak out. It was probably a bird that weighed the size of a man- a bad man- that crashed into the window and died. And died. And died. And died. It was gone. Instead of using a remote, she should be using a plastic bag.

"Stop it Civilian, you paranoid freak," she yelled at herself, very loudly, her voive taut with utter fear as she peered through the shades.

The first thing she saw was blood.

Smeared blood in the direction of downwards, leading directly to...

A body.

Civilian felt nausea rise in her throat as literally the blood drained from her face. She wasn't the first victim, the poor human in opening credits, she was the next victim and her house was the killer's stash.

Probably to blame her for the death. To redirect the suspicion.

She had to hide the body and burn it before the cops came. Oh boy, the killer probably already called them. Crap crap crap.

Civilian whisked the door open, tossing her grand weapon of plastic and onto a nearby table, and prepared to wrap the body in a black bag.

The body moved.

Civilian screamed.

The body was not a body, it was a living man.

"Oh my gosh sir? Sir! Are you okay? Sir! Sir!" Civilian grabbed her hair and started to paced. "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. There is a bleeding man on my fricking doorstep." She started to ramble, muttering nonsensical curses and words that weren't going to help the dying man.

She was panicking, completely hyperventilating, by the time the man moved more than a shaky, uneven breath.

His eyes opened, revealing a drop-dead gorgeous icy blue. Eyelashes fluttered in the most enearding way as the man struggled to keep his consciousness to himself. Lips quivered as he whole face bunched together in an expression of pain.

Civilian didn't know if she could handle it.

"Are you doing to die?" She asked, rushed and abruptly. The man looked his clouded gaze on her. It took a moment, but he spoke,

"Heroes. Heroes, they are coming. Run, get outta here. Get outta here!"

Civilian shrieked, glancing hurriedly around. An insane plot twist, the good guys were the bad guys and...

Wait, this wasn't a movie.

And why was this man so scared of the heroes? Unless, of course, he was...

A villain.

Civilian covered her mouth and dropped to her knees. A v-v-villain? Was at her door? Civilian pinched herself to see if she was sleeping, but the nightmare didn't vanish. She was stuck in reality. Someone go get her a soda...

Villain's eyelids drooped as he weakly extended his arm. "Please," he begged. "I need help." Then his arm went slack.

Civilian was close to hysterics.

But nonetheless, out of fear, she grabbed the man's arm and attempted to pull him inside. She silently cursed. Her twigs for limbs could barely carry a box of mason jars; what made her think she could drag a two hundred pound full-grown adult male?

It was a taxing project that left Civilian in tangled limps, just begging for sleep. The man didn't stir at all, not even when Civilian's fist went into the gaping wound in his stomach.

Aw man, that was disgusting. Civilian vomited into a nearby trashcan before returning to figure out WHAT THE HECK TO DO!!!

"Can you wake up?" Civilian asked. "Please? I-i... how do I... how do I do this?"

Civilian was on the verge of tears, but then she reminded herself. This isn't a movie, he won't be miraculously healed after a good night's sleep.

With a quick reference to Google, Civilian finally felt prepared. She ran to get a pillow and slipped it under Villain's head. His eyelids fluttered as his eyes cracked open, but then they slipped close again.

Next she removed his shirt and was quite awestruck at the sight. Other than the painted crimson, his abdomen really was the definition of ab-domen. Hard muscles were lined perfectly.

Okay Civilian, someone is dying, don't admire it.

She placed one hand above and the other in the wound to staunch the bleeding. After the blood flow slowed, she lifted his legs to rest on the armrests in a similar position that she was in earlier.

Next, she jumped some hydrogen peroxide in and bandaged the wound. The villain never awoke.

Once the looming danger was gone, Civilian just stood there awkwardly. Dried blood crusted on his skin, but at least it wasn't wet.

So she stood there, arms crossed as meaningless thoughts rushed through her head.

What do call a male ladybug?

Is grass the earth's hair?

Do pineapples come from pine trees?

Why is a villain on my couch?

Civilian sat down, keeping a good three feet distance from the assumed murderer, and turned on the TV to resume her movie.

She leaned her head back, exhaustion tugging at her eyelids, but she refused sleep. Especially when a villain was slumbering next to her with one arm over his face.

He looked like a monkey.

One of those pale faced, brown haired primates from Curious George.

Not that his ears were splayed out or anything, the monkey had very tiny, collected ears that hid under his fluffy brown hair. His nose also held that itty-bitty appearance, perfectly formed to his face with the faintest trace of freckles.

He was cute.

Like a monkey.

Or not, as Civilian found monkeys utterly disgusting.

So cute, like a kitten.

Civilian smiled, looking down at her lap. Another thing Wikihow said that Civilian scowled at and ignored before. Put the victim's head in your lap to calm and keep them comfortable.

It wouldn't hurt, right? The villain wasn't even conscious, and he lost so much blood that he probably wouldn't remember anything if he did wake up.

She just met him.

Stress can increase heart rate which may be detrimental. Civilian scrunched her forehead. Was that even true?

Who cares. Civilian scotted her skinny self over and laid the villain's head in her lap. Then, temptation started its charismatic monologue.

Stroke his head. Be nice, clean his chin. Wipe the dirt off his eye.

Civilian hesitantly put her hand on his grimey hair- ew, he needed a shower ASAP- and gingerly patted it. Patted it, like petting a dog.

It was embarrassingly awkward.

For the next few hours, Villain slept. Civilian also dozed off between getting yummy smelling candles to fend off the revolting scent od blood and crackers to aimlessly gnaw on.

She watched through the first Kissing Booth and the second one when a thought struck her.

Pain.

The villain would be in pain when he woke up.

And the only thing Civilian had was Ibuprofen.

Like those barely took the edge off a headache, much less a gash the size of a baseball.

She reached for her phone to call her friend at the local drug store. Putting on a squeaky voice, Civilian said,

"Can you, uh, get me something for pain?"

"Slow down, Civilian. What?"

"I don't know benadryl or a very strong pain reliever," Civilian bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. Stupid stupid stupid...

"What did you do?"

"I, uh, sprained my ankle."

"You sprained your ankle?"

"Mhm hurts like-"

"Okay! I don't need your swear word dictionary. I'll bring you something after work."

"Thanks, oh owowowowowowo."

"Goodbye Civilian."

The line clicked.

Civilian smiled to herself and popped another cracker in her mouth. Problem solved.

The blood on the door.

Crap.

Civilian set Villain's head back on a pillow and ran to the frontdoor.

Great, just great.

Civilian flipped the middle finger at Villain's sleeping figure and walked out the door. She would meet her friend before she saw the splatters of blood.

Civilian sat herself on the curb, throwing her newly "spraind" leg out, letting out an insanely loud groan, and leaned back on her elbows.

"Oh my goodness! Civilian," her friend leaped from her black car and ran over. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Civilian waved it off. "Just wanted some air and the house is a mess, so."

Civilian, you are dumb.

"You sure? You asked to be hospitalized once because you stubbed your toe and the fact that a sprained ankle isn't bugging you... I am wholeheartedly worried."

"Don't be," Civilian chuckled. "How was work?"

Friend gave her a skeptical look. "Fine," she drawled.

"Good," Civilian nodded slowly, tapping the ground with her fingers. "So thank you for the painkillers."

"Mhm," Friend handed Civilian the plastic bag slowly. "How did you sprain it?"

"Uhhh fell out of the shower."

Friend looked genuinely concerned.

"Tripped and fell," Civilian repeated herself awkwardly. "On the ground?" Why did she have to say it as a question?

She was awkward and sounded hilariously awkward as well.

"Klutz," Friend joked, but her face was still taut with worry. "Need help getting inside?"

"No no!" Civilian exclaimed. Friend stepped back, so Civilian laughed to alleviate the tension. "I should walk it out."

"Ooookay," Friend said, nodding. "Good for you. I'm gonna go. I have a dinner date with this dude from Tinder."

"Oooo good luck," Civilian said, faking a wince as she stood up. Friend rushed in to help.

"Don't," Civilian cautioned, raising her "hurt" leg up. Friend looked at it and scowled.

"Dang leg huh? Well bye-bye. Don't fall out of the shower anymore. Got it?"

"Yup," Civilian said and fake limped back to her house as Friend sped away.

Missiom accomplished.

Villain was stirring when Civilian sat back down.

Perfect timing also.

She rummaged through the bag and grabbed a bottle of valium. She popped the recommended dosage out and approached Villain.

He was still too dazed and disoriented to stop Civilian from helping him swallow, but the second the water touched his tongue, he woke up fully.

"What are you doing? Don't touch me!" He yelled, pulling away. Civilian also backed away, a frown forming on her face.

"Me? I saved your life."

Villain was silent. "How much did you touch me?"

"Enough to save your life."

Villain jerked, looking around as if somone was in the shadows. Paranoid, Civilian copied him.

"What's wrong with you?" Civilian asked.

"You touched me?"

Civilian didn't say anything. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one leg, examining the villain.

Villain jerked to his feet, swaying madly. Civilian's heart jumped. He was so unsteady...

He fell, but Civilian swooped in to catch him.

For a moment, the villain melted into her half-embrace, head resting gently on her shoulder, before pulling away. He bit his cheeks, seemingly trying to keep tears back.

"What... are you? Are, are you scared of getting a hug? Sheesh."

"Mmm no," Villain shook his head quickly, then sat down as if the feat made him dizzy.

"Mmm yes," Civilian sat down next to him. The villain looked confused, but that may be the drugs kicking in.

Soon Villain's eyes starting to droop and he swayed in his sitting position.

"Whatdya give me?" He slurred, a faraway look in his eyes. "Mm tired." He collapsed forward.

Civilian steadied him and helped him lay back down. He groaned pathetically and grappled at Civilian's hand, desperate to hold it.

He held her hand until he fell asleep.

#bad things happen bingo #villain whumpee #villain x civilian #civilian caretaker #blood tw #drugged villain #writing #whump #i'm sorry this took so long #i have to embrace civilians personality first

[1990jeevas]

Plesse tell me about queerness in the get down!!

okay okay queerness in the get down let's fuckn goooo

disclaimer: I havent watched this show in full for like 5 months at least, probably gonna get something wrong and/or forget some more important bits. also this wasnt proof read I just word vomited

tws: period typical homophobia, abuse mention, f slur use, bury your gays trope, overdose mention, mention of a creepy possible age gap (the age gap hasnt been confirmed so that's why its possible), cops

going from least to most prominent queer characters, let's start with mylene cruz!

so, from the beginning of this show she has an established romantic relationship with ezekiel (although the status of their actual relationship changes frequently throughout the show) and though this was a relationship she was hesitant to pursue, it is clear that she does have romantic feelings for him and if not for them both having growing careers in very different music genres (zeke specifically working in a genre that she repeatedly labels as bad because she thinks they're ruining records + that it isnt real music because they're using someone elses piece and rapping over it, that's not really important here tho lol) they probably wouldve had a much healthier, smooth sailing romance. that being said theres a few things that happen in the show that, while not explicitly clear, or even really good coding at that—to the point where you wont catch if you really arent looking for it (and trust me, I always look for coding, hers was just so little that it flew over my head until I saw someone else mention it)—are still cool to think about!

so, for starters, I wanna mention the toy box performance, which was performed by mylene and regina, who are best friends. that's all cool and shit, and you dont really think much about it...until you hear about the fact that the show runners purposely colored a lot of the scenes in that performance with the bi colors. like. the writers after the show ended basically said "oh yeah there was plans to make her coding more explicit, but our shit got cancelled soooo" and then dropped the fact that she was gonna be bi (or at least implies bi) in the series, which puts a new twist on a few things.

now, besides the bi coloring in the background of the toy box performance (which was mostly on scenes with her and regina, which involved a lot of uh,, lowkey lewd dancing. with each other. in very revealing outfits. wooooo), there's her music! I dont tend to read too much into this one bc, like I said before, her coding is fucking light and the writers themselves said they didnt really get to do much with it, but I think some stuff with her music is interesting. specifically how her, yolanda and regina's song set me free blew up because dizzee, resident (lowkey enby coded) bicon, got their song played in a queer club. also that the song was majorly important to dizzee and started playing literally right as he kissed a boy for the first time and realized "oh shit I like boys that's bonkers". also that the song can be taken in a gay way since literally the entire thing is about becoming your true self, fully and unapologetically, which is what both dizzee and mylene's entire character arcs are about. dizzee (and a lot of other queer people, apparently), heard this song about being set free and it resonated with them so much that they got that shit most of its popularity.

speaking of dizzee and mylene, they parallel each other a lot in the way that their arcs are about them realizing who they are, coming into themselves and no longer just letting people treat them like shit in a sense (dizzee starting to tell people essentially that they can call him weird all they want, they can make fun of how he acts, what he likes, how he dresses, etc. but he likes how he is and quite literally saying "it's okay to be an alien" as he has consistently compared himself to one throughout the show vs mylene learning that if she wants to be a disco singer she needs to put her foot down, not let anyone, not even the love of her life, not even her abusive father, stop her from achieving her dreams, etc. and continuing to pursue her career with or without their support). one more little parallel that I think is interesting is during I think s2 towards the end of the show is when dizzee and thor are shown together having fun with each other, painting all over the building and each other and are basically just being happy and in love together and then they have these clips of them being interspersed with clips of mylene at a party where she is starting to realize that if she wants to get anywhere she needs to be her own main priority and that she needs to put her career and her dream, which is what makes her the happiest, above all else if she wants to succeed. idk I just think how the show made these two into a weird parallel, accidental or not, is neat. maybe not an explicitly queer parallel, but I think at least how her music and whatnot helped dizzee, the main queer character in this show, blossom, is important.

moving on we got shaolin fantastic also known as "oh no your internalized homophobia is showing-"

so, heres a quick list of...interesting shao facts:

Consistently referred to as fag/faggot (shaolin fanfaggot is my personal favorite); he gets really defensive about this despite nobody actually thinking he's queer, it's just people being assholes to be assholes, and he is the only character consistently referred to using a slur, especially a homophobic one, especially for a "straight" character. dizzee, a canonically queer character, is called a fag less than shaolin is even though dizzee actively goes to gay clubs, has a not so secret dude he "hangs out with" and wont let anyone properly meet, paints his nails, wears less than straight clothes even by the 70s standards and is just all around the definition of fucking queer (and I mean like in the weird way, not the gay way). in fact theres only like once I can remember him being called a fag and it had nothing to do with him actually being gay it was literally just like thrown out there the same way you would call someone a bitch.

Has only shown sexual interest in women, yet refuses to have deeper relationships with women in general (possibly because of trauma but who knows) but takes his relationships with his "brothers", specifically zeke, very seriously

Tells zeke and zeke ONLY his real name when zeke was planning to stop being his friend bc shao more or less got boo boo, a like 14 year old black kid, arrested for selling hard drugs; he was clearly scared and trying to do anything to keep zeke around, literally chasing him down the street and hounding him until he got zeke to stop and argue with him

Kept threatening to beat up zeke in the end but couldn't actually bring himself to do so, instead saying that zeke is "fucking lucky" before walking away

Let's zeke get away with things that nobody else can, in general just has a weird soft spot for ezekiel that he shows with nobody else

when shao found dizzee with thor in a vaguely compromising situation (like they were just shirtless covered in paint sleeping next to each other but shao had also seen everything they painted on the walls ((which some of it was sus)), it was clear they had painted on each others bodies and dizzee had been routinely disappearing with this guy for weeks now yet not producing nearly as much art, at least, as far as we audience members know) he didnt judge him but instead, waited for him to get cleaned up and then told him something along the lines of "theres a reason why im so secretive blah blah blah [not everyone needs to know everything about me]", which, in context, kinda implies that he might be a lil. a lil homiesexual. jus a lil.

whenever even the possibility of zeke leaving him comes up he absolutely loses it. he has literally cost ezekiel life changing opportunities because he thought zeke would just up and leave him for them. this could be abandonment issues bc he's a severely traumatized character, and that probably does contribute to it, but it also is just not a reaction he has to any of their other friends just randomly dipping in and out of his life soooooo

generally speaking, this mfer has got either bisexual with a big hard on for zeke coding or homosexual with terrible internalized homophobia and still a hard on for zeke coding. either fucking way, that nigga gay. he gay as hell. gay as fuck man. there wasn't really much to analyze here tbh bc the coding is just so fucking obvious if you look for it or you are/have been a gay person who's dealt with at least a little bit of internalized homophobia.

also, just a sidenote, idk how fucking old shao, but I'm praying hes like at max 19 bc I'm pretty sure zeke is a minor in this show and shao definetly is not so the whole him being heavily implied to have a crush on ezekiel thing is kinda. oof. not oof if zeke is like 17 but any younger than that? OOF.

edit: apparently the characters are only supposed to be a year apart in age but i had no clue about that before writing this post and since shaos age was never actually stated in the show i naturally assumed he was an adult since his actor Looks Like An Adult. this is definetly on me to a certain extent, but i also never saw anything about this when trying to find our their ages so 🤷‍♀️ maybe i just didnt look deep enough, sorry!

now moving on to the main event...marcus dizzee kipling :]

so, first things first, let's talk enby coding bc him being bisexual was already confirmed!

um, to start off, I just wanna say I dont think this enby coding was intentional or even really coding, it's just moreso me being a dizzee kin on main and knowing as a transmasc enby he has very transmasc enby vibes. for example:

cool, gender neutral nickname that everyone calls him

paints nails various different colors

the whole wardrobe is just a transmasc enby heaven...fishnet shirts, jean overalls, jackets and cuffed pants galore, the big colorful pins, etc

gender neutral hairstyle (when I had my fro it was very sexy and made it easy to transition between hyper masc and vaguely fem, which is pog)

comparing himself to/representing himself consistently with an alien character (though this is meant to represent his sexuality, it could also double as a gender thing too, not neccesarily bc of the whole nonbinary alien trope but bc an enby who likes aliens might heavily identify or compare themselves to whatever their idea of an alien is, whether that just be a genderless entity or a motherfucker with fly style and no need to be perceived as anything other Wacky As Hell)

moving on from there, let's talk about how his queerness is presented to us and how, while it may be a really good piece of representation, especially coming from netflix, it still lacks in A Lot of places.

so, let's start with good things!

i personally really like the get down's queer rep with dizzee bc it's (for the most part) nonsexualized and very very soft, about dizzee figuring himself out and realizing there is a place where he fits in, and about two teenagers in the 70s falling in love over their shared passion for street art. it also features an interracial couple where both boys challenge stereotypes both about queer men and men of color, which is epic poggers and very sexy. this piece of rep specifically is very important to me bc I am a queer black person and even tho interracial relationships are mostly normalized now, I've still had people give me shit for primarily dating white people in a town that is...primarily white lol

mm anyways, I can also appreciate how in the get down, dizzee being represented by rumi the alien is not a thing specifically related to gender (as it often is) and instead is about his sexuality and just in general weirdness and how it has led to him being alienated amongst his peers, poc or otherwise. him seeing himself as an alien is not about just his queerness, which is important, it is about him being a queer black man who talks different, acts different, dresses different and is "soft"—he isnt a walking black male stereotype and he wouldnt have been seen as masculine back in the 70s by any stretch of the imagination. this can be relatable to a wide spectrum of queer poc, from queer black men currently who still have to deal with this shit or to people like myself who are afab neurodivergent mixed race enbies that have always been signaled out as weird and alienated for it. dizzee is god rep bc while he has a small part in this show, his parts are very impactful, hard hitting and show queer poc of all ages that they arent alone and that it's okay to "weird", you just need to embrace it because somebody will love you for you, as thor did for dizzee.

that being said theres um. some minor problemas here,,,

namely:

dizzee and thors first kiss

the lack of development this pairing got

the way dizzee was confirmed bisexual off screen, he never said the words himself, just showed interest in both genders

the way dizzee and thor were never even confirmed boyfriends or just fwb so most of the fandom just calls them boyfriends bc Why Not

dizzee was implied fucking DEAD??? AT THE END OF THE SERIES?????? AND THOR WAS IMPLIED ARRESTED?????????????

now, these might have been things that wouldve been fine had the show been given it's full run but it wasnt which is why we are now left with probelms.

so, from the top, let's go over these: dizzee and thor's first (and only "on screen") kiss was one that was shown in a montage of other queer people making over and doing other vaguely romantic/sexual things, one of those things being a whole ass naked titty being mouthed at, but the actual kiss...was just not shown? like they really did just say "yes they kissed <3 you know this from the context clues of it being in a montage with kissing, hickey giving and titty sucking <3 but no we will not show it <3" LIKE HELLO? I SAW A NAKED BOOBIE BUT NOT TWO MEN KISS??? HUH????????

also, dizzee and thor were both fucking high as hell during this bit like this isnt a terrible thing but it's also like sometimes you do shit when you're high that you wouldnt do sober and they just never kissed again on screen so like?? like idk that's not that bad but it does kinda irk me since they deadass got no other on screen intimacy after that unless you including painting on eacher other or sleeping next to each other on a shitty mattress but not touching at all during it bc they were both at opposite ends of the mattress like half way off it

so yeah, that was trash. then we got lack of development, which kinda goes with the "dizzee being a bisexual but he never says it in canon" thing cause like...okay dizzee was already sort of a side character from the get go like he wasnt the mc by any means, but he became way more of a background character as things continued until we basically only saw him for performances or when he was with thor, yet they got no fucking development as a pairing other than "dizzee realize he gay, he like thor, he and thor spend time together and ig probably do some gay stuff but we dont really know bc we only ever see them do graffiti together now" like?? tf am I supposed to do with that shit. answer. quickly. and then theres dizzee not being confirmed bisexual, which is just a running problem with shows literally doing everything to say a character is bi except for having the character just...say they're bi? which would be so easy? like a good way dizzee and thor couldve had some development is by thor teaching dizzee things about the queer community that he didnt even know existed, thor couldve helped him understand what being bi meant and helped him label himself and whatnot but instead we got an off screen confirmation that the writers had bisexual in mind when writing him. which is garbagé.

the whole thor and dizzee never having a confirmed relationship status is also a development problem cause like literally nobody knows if they were just friends who made out, maybe fucked, who knows, or if they were dating bc dizzee does give a love confession but a love confession doesn't mean there is a relationship, especially since thor didn't say he was in love either (as far as I remember, I could be wrong, plus whether or not that really happened or was apart of dizzee literally overdosing during a performance is unclear so 🤪)

and now for the biggest issue...bury your gays trope.

during the season 2 finale, dizzee and thor are chased by cops after they are found doing graffiti, one of the cops is able to catch thor while the other chases dizzee into a train tunnel and there is a train seen headed straight for him before the show cuts to black on a train horn. the show writers claim that if they had gotten another season, dizzee wouldve been alive but since they didnt and since that's essentially super fan trivia knowledge, most people dont fucking know that and instead had to watch a black queer teenager chose death over being fucking arrested by a white cop. on top of that, thor didnt see any of that shit because he was caught and the cop started hauling him off while dizzee was still being chased so thor literally has no clue where his friend/possible boyfriend fucking is or that he's likely dead in a goddamn tunnel all alone, unless you count the fucking pig that chased him in there who wouldve died too. this shows rep was so fucking good as far as most shows go on not having major fucking problems, on not being toxic and over sexualized, etc, etc. and then they just. killed a black queer teenager for no fucking reason. like it was literally the last episode ever, it would add nothing to the plot, it would just devastate fans and devastate it fucking did. I dont cry easy but seeing a character I identified with, who I had hyperfixated on, die because he'd rather that than be arrested is terrible. it fucking sucked.

so yeah. that's my all too extensive thoughts/analysis on the get down's queerness. theres definitely stuff I missed, or misinterpreted, or looked too much into, etc, etc., but this was a fun thing to spend time writing sooo yeah!! thanks for the ask anon, sorry this was just a big rambley info dump, but hopefully you get some enjoyment out of it since it took like 3 hours at least 😭😭 feel free to ask clarifying questions lol

#shit self #asks #the get down #mylene cruz #shaolin fantastic #dizzee kipling #long post #analysis #info dump #idk if anon has seen tgd or is just being nice so i tried givinh background to things #kinz #bangerz #discourse

[shhhlikeme]

Hello luv! Can I request headcannons for daichi, kuroo, and the Miya twins (if this is too many you can just write kuroo & daichi) with a crush who has never been in a relationship before or done like anything slightly romantic or sexual & they r just kinda more enamoured with her bc of it🥺(if you’re comfortable with it maybe adding that they just kinda wanna *ehEm* ruin her innocence now😳) Thanks for reading this request🥺

Kuroo | Daichi | w. An Innocent & Inexperienced Friend That He Wants To Sexually Destroy (Slight NSFW)

A/N: I love this req!!!!! I’m taking the liberty of combining this request with this one because they are very similar! I’m definitely comfortable with nsfw so request it to your hearts content :) just see my rules first and you’re golden. I want some smutty/teasing/sexy requests!!! Also I only wrote for Daichi and Kuroo because they are long. If you both still want the Miya twins & Sugawara just request again when my requests are open :)

Daichi Sawamura

Dadchi’s dream girl would be one he can show the ropes to

He loves feeling needed and in charge of situations

It’s his love language

He loves when people look up to him and need his guidance and advice

That’s why he’s a cop now lmao (I won’t even say anything)

Yours and Daichi’s entire friendship consisted of him doing anything to help you: fix your sink leaks, spot your squats, massage your hair, pick you up so you wouldn’t have to step in a puddle, the whole nine yards

His best friends Suga and Asahi were convinced he was literally infatuated and enamoured with you, and he kind of was

So even though you were Daichi’s best friend and he had a big “little” crush on you since he hit puberty ..... it skyrocketed when you asked him for sexual advice and tips to prepare before getting out there in the dating world

You had no ulterior motive, you didn’t even know that you could get attached. You’d never done a single thing with a guy before so you didn’t know and wanted to be prepared

so you decided to ask your best friend

Daichi said no.

But not because he didn’t want to help

It’s Because he wanted to show you everything, not just tell you

And if he showed you, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from wanting to show you again and again again.

You were too good-looking, too nice, and you resembled his inexistent dream girl too much. How would he be able to resist?

And he damn sure didn’t want you going out in the dating world. Fuck that.

So maybe him saying no will stall you a little

Hopefully, for a lot

It didn’t. Instead, you just searched videos and articles on the subject around him.

You knew your best friend Daichi was a control freak and if he heard or read any information over your shoulder that he deemed wrong, then he’d have to tell you instead, just to feel in charge

So, One day....

You two were home alone in his apartment

You were watching a “how-to-kiss” video on your laptop

Your laptop was on his kitchen island and you were lazily leaning over to watch, putting all your weight on your elbows

You were lazily picking away at a bowl of strawberries as the YouTube video playing detailed the best ways to practice kissing... one being eating strawberries very slowly

It would help in pursing your lips, controlling the wetness and opening and closing your mouth for a kiss

Daichi had been studying for a test in the next room, not knowing what you were doing until his stomach started grumbling aggressively

He sighed, getting up to walk down the hall to satisfy his craving

While you leaned on the counter you were unintentionally sticking your ass out in Daichi’s direction as he made his way to the kitchen.

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning at the sight of you

You were too innocent to know that those booty shorts you wore were basically lethal weapons of mass destruction

If ‘destruction’ meant giving Daichi a boner

Whoever gets to see Y/N’s ass naked for the first time will be sooo lucky, he thought to himself

Deciding not to taunt himself more, He walked past you and started searching the fridge for food

He could hear the silly instructions of your video now.... a ridiculous video about teaching someone how to kiss and he laughed quietly to himself

What a stupid video, he thought to himself before finding a sandwich in the fridge

He closed the fridge door, already opening his mouth to make fun of you when he was struck by the amazing image before him

He stood there slack-jawed as your eyes were glued to your screen—so concentrated that you didn’t even notice him watching you

Daichi could swear he was seeing in slow motion when you picked up another strawberry with your manicured hands and placed the sweet fruit between your red lips. You pressed your lips down around it and sucked out the juice that dripped out, refusing you let a single drop hit the island just like the video said. You slowly bit down on the strawberry, using only your lips and not your teeth. When you got halfway, you repeated the motion again and again to finish the strawberry as closely to replicating a real kiss’s repetitive movements as you can.

Watching this, Daichi dropped his sandwich

He thought the absurdity of you learning how to kiss by using of a fucking strawberry was the most innocent and sexy thing he’s ever seen in his life.

And the man was hard

Why are you doing this to him even though you have no idea that you’re doing this to him?????

The poor boy

He wanted to be the strawberry.

’Daichi The Strawberry’ headass

He stood there watching you sexily devour about 3 strawberries before our poor Dadchi couldn’t take it anymore

“Y/N.”

You looked up at him with a strawberry still in your mouth. “Hm?” You didn’t know why his eyes appeared so dark all of a sudden. Shouldn’t he be studying?

Daichi groaned because your eyes had such sinless, pure intent behind them. The curiosity in your eyes would be the death of him and he knew it. Because you needed him to show you how it’s done. Even though you looked like an amazing kisser when you did that to strawberries Daichi’s eyes, however, showed the opposite of purity, even though you couldn’t read them. He thought it was almost unfair how badly he wanted to bend you over and pound into you from behind while he rubbed that same strawberry in your mouth around your pert nipples. Fu-uck.

“Hm?” You repeated, wondering why he’s acting so strange.

Taking a deep breath, Daichi stepped over his fallen sandwhich and shut your laptop closed.

“No more videos. I changed my mind. I’ll teach you how to....kiss.”

Surprised, you smiled widely at him and celebrated. You closed the distance between you two.

“Really? Yay! Thank you, Daichi! Will you be teaching me how to do the other stuff, too? I want to learn before I start dating—“

Daichi groaned, closing his eyes. You just tilted your head, perplexed. You had no idea that the thought of you potentially wanting him to teach you how to touch him, how to touch yourself, how to sink down on his ready cock—was killing him. But it was the end of your last phrase that troubled him more.

“No. Dating.” Daichi ordered sternly. The assertion in his voice almost frightening.

“But—“ Sawamura interrupted you by grabbing the nape of your neck and bringing your lips to his. He kissed you incredibly softly, taking your breath away before forcing his strong tongue in your mouth and claiming your tongue by sucking on it. It felt so good! You moaned loudly. His kiss became the greatest thing you’ve ever felt in your life but just when you were about to really get into it, Daichi pulled away. You whimpered at the loss.

“No. Dating. Other. Guys.” He repeated and you nodded automatically. If he kept kissing you like that you didn’t want any other guys. Panting, you wrapped your fingers into his shirt, pulling him closer trying to get more. You needed more, but Daichi wasn’t letting you.

“Okay.” You stated between wanton pants. “No other guys.”

Daichi smiled inside before leaning down again, rewarding you with another deep kiss.

Kuroo Tetsurō

“Kuroo, could you stop taking pictures of me?!”

Kuroo smiled down at his phone, quickly hiding it out of sight from you. “I can’t. You just look so cute right now.” He scrolled.

You rolled your eyes at your friend who managed to somehow look good in his gear. You were currently wearing an oversized jumpsuit that had so much extra material the sleeves almost skimmed the floor. Your red goggles and silly helmet almost fit, though.

You were gearing up to go indoor skydiving with your friends including Kuroo, and you two were waiting alone in a tiny windowless room before entry, waiting for Kenma and Hinata who went before you to finish their turn.

“If you post those anywhere I will kill you. What is wrong with these people anyway? I didn’t say extra large.”

“Maybe they just knew you’d look extra cute, Y/N.” he gushed at you semi-jokingly. His expression reminded you of how sweet old ladies looked at newborns in the supermarket.

“I can’t go out like this, I need another jumpsuit. I can probably fit in Kenma’s or Hinata’s.”

“Awwwwww.” Kuroo smiled brightly.

You wanted to knee him in the balls.

“What’s ‘awww?’”

“You probably didn’t specify your size properly because it’s your first time. You’re just so innocent! You’ve never done anything before and I just love seeing your mistakes and reactions to all this new stuff.” He pulled up his bucket list that he made in your honour on his phone. “I mean, you’ve never rode a bike, swam in the ocean, or gone to a party?!”

You sighed. “I had really strict parents growing up, not my fault.” You swung your hand up to point at Kuroo’s bucketlist to say something, but you forgot your hand was lost and had been swallowed by the sea of material in this XXL jumpsuit. You looked like a baby octopus with broken tentacles.

Kuroo bursted out laughing, literally falling over by how hilarious you looked. “So....cute!” He barked between stomach-aching laughter. Tears sprang at the corner of his eyes. “You....look....so.....sm-small.!” He was laughing so hard that he couldn’t even breathe. He forced himself to catch his breath but when you tried to cross your arms in resilience, the long sleeves got bunched up and disallowed you to. Kuroo fell right back into a deeper fit of laughter.

imagine ku-baby’s hyena laugh in IMAX

That’s now

He literally might as well have been on laughing gas, he couldn’t stop

Red and exasperated, you shouted: “Screw you Kuroo!” And stomped your foot. Kuroo literally thought you were the cutest, most innocent thing in the world and he just wanted to keep you in his pocket forever. You are adorably funny and you made him happy. Only, he couldn’t tell you that now because he couldn’t stop laughing.

Having enough, you huffed. “I’m taking this off and getting a new one.”

Without another word, you took a second to find your actual hand under all of that sleeve and used it to zip down the giant zipper on your front. When it was far enough down you slipped your top half out of the suit before realizing that the zipper was stuck. You’d be fine, you just had to remove it in parts. Pulling down the zipper trying not to break it, you pushed the jumpsuit material down past your torso next. Returning to the zipper, you used enough force to slip it down even further so it reached your hips. You tugged it down your hips, jumping to do so, and finally you were able to step out and be free.

Stupid jumpsuit! You thought as you picked it up and threw it at the windowless wall. You never wanted to see it again.

You turned back to Kuroo, expecting to see him now laughing at you for throwing the jumpsuit in the midst your mini tantrum, but instead you find him in the same position on the floor, a deep blush coating his cheeks. You could have sworn you saw a bit of blood trickling from his nose, too.

Why, you ask?

Well, maybe because:

Kuroo found himself completely unable to continue laughing at your cuteness when you were wearing a sports bra that was a size too small for you and mini spandex shorts that were also too small, under that jumpsuit.

He was drooling

It didn’t help that it took you a while to get out of the material too, because the movements of your tugging and jumping meant that your boobs were bouncing in that small bra.

It also meant that when you attempted to take off the bottom part of the suit you bent over and the side-view of your ass and legs looked absolutely delectable to him

You went from ‘Pebbles Flinstone’ to ‘Betty Boop’ REAL quick

His change in emotions toward you switched so fast that his head spun

How could he even call you cute when you were actually soooo fucking hot?

He wished it was just as appropriate to snap a picture of you dressed like this

He could really use it to help him ....uh.....de-stress..at home

You removed your goggles from the top of your head and then your helmet.

Kuroo was met with the full picture of your mouth-watering shape in action as you threw the suit across the small room

‘Damn Y/N is a baddie, especially in action’, he thought dumbly

He was suddenly beyond grateful that his jumpsuit was so loose around his groin area.

Tetsurō checked you out unashamedly, wondering how he’d ever be able to go back to seeing you as the small, innocent and adorable new friend that he saw you as when you two first stepped into this indoor skydiving facility

He realized now that: Innocent? You were. Adorable? You were not.

At least not now.

You were going to definitely be the new star of his fantasies when he’s in the shower pumping his hard and leaking member ...... and that new star could never be described as ‘adorable’

“What’s with you?” You asked Kuroo, only 10 seconds gone by since you threw the jumpsuit. “Lost your stupid laughing-stock material because I took that off, Kuroo? Anyway, they’re done so I’m going to grab Hinata’s suit and goggles. Be back in a sec.”

When you left the room, Kuroo let out a big sigh. He wiped a hand across his face, finally getting up off the floor.

“Sexy. As. Hell,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head and staring at the floor. He couldn’t stop thinking about adding “ride Kuroo’s dick” onto the bucket list he made for you.

Just then, you poked your head back in the room, startling Kuroo.

“Oh, before I go.... your nose is bleeding.” Said Y/N with a slight glint in the eye. You used the tissue you had retrieved to blot the sweat off your cheekbones, neck, and top of your cleavage. Kuroo froze. You then tossed him the pack of tissues you’d taken, a teasing smirk gracing your lips.

“Wouldn’t want that getting on your suit, so that you’d have to take it off too.” You winked and left him in the room alone again.

Kuroo shook his head rapidly, adjusting his suit in a futile attempt to make himself less hard. He was dealing with a menace. An innocent girl who knew how to flirt. A HOT innocent girl that knew how to flirt. It was every man’s nightmare and dream.

I shouldn’t have laughed at her, Kuroo thought agonizingly.

Now I’m definitely in for it.

#haikyu requests #sawamura daichi #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x y/n #daichi x reader #dadchi #haikyuu!! #haikyuu boys #haikyuu scenarios #daichi x you #daichi x y/n

[transcognizi]

Raphaella/Marius/Ivy and Brian/Tim/Jonny, if thats okay ?

TIME FOR SOME GOOD HEADCANONS!

Raphaella/Marius/Ivy:

I think Raphaella uses her wings like covers for Ivy and Marius! Like if they're out and it's raining, the wings are like umbrellas!

In a similar vein, you'll often find Marius and Ivy using Raphaella like a pillow, and she'll have them covered up with her wings like blankets! Very 12/10 experience.

The real reason these three were in jail together in Midgard is because they refused to be separated. Ivy and Marius hadn't even done anything (yet), but they wanted to stick around with Raphaella, so they broke into the jail to stay with her (which is a crime, albeit one the cops on New Midgard had never seen before and weren't really sure how to handle).

They just like to spend a lot of time together!! They're like the irl version of those 'Do Not Separate Them' posts with the stuffies-

Ivy reads to Raphaella and Marius sometimes! They have storytime and they break out the beanbag chairs and snacks and just spend a few hours lost in a story or two. :)

They all write love songs for each other, and sometimes they'll come together and play the ones they've been working on! Very sweet; they're all dorks and full of love.

Brian/Jonny/Tim:

Brian is the most affectionate Mech. Maybe also the most affectionate person ever. That's the real reason everyone wants to date him – they want kisses and cuddles from Literal Ray Of Sunshine Drumbot Brian.

Jonny is very affectionate but not in the traditional sense! He will bite you!! However, he sometimes does this out of love and you'll know because those bites are much softer.

Tim is the kind of partner who just Has to be touching one of his partners at all times. This is why he and Brian are constantly holding hands. Jonny gestures too much when he talks (which he never stops doing) for holding hands to be practical, so he'll just keep an arm around Jonny's waist.

Catboy Jonny supremacy! Man loves to be petted! He likes to stretch out in warm places and sleep! Brian has temperature regulators he can adjust as he likes (because I said so), so he is often a very warm place for Jonny to nap.

Brian often refers to Jonny and Tim with 'my love' or 'sweetheart.' Tim likes to call Brian and Jonny 'darling' or 'dear.' Jonny uses 'sunshine' for Brian and 'starshine' for Tim, but never in front of anyone else because he'll be damned if people think he's got a soft side.

I've made my own heart explode thinking about these, so I'll leave this here for now, but feel free to ask after more if you'd like!

#me after writing all this down: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #yearning hours activated #a #the mechansims #the mechs #long post

[thenovelartist]

Childhood Friends Headcanon -MLQC

I’m sorry to all the people who come to my blog for ML only to get bombarded by posts for MLQC. But I’m enjoying myself.

Premise: What if the boys and MC actually stayed together once they met?

(Note: Minor spoilers for chapters 7-13, particularly surrounding boys backstories.)

Gavin

He’ll never forget that day in the rain meeting MC.

She knew about him—his reputation preceded him—and it was clear she was leery of him.

But with a little time, she came around.

So much so that she was sad that he graduated before her.

He was kinda sad, too, to be honest. He didn’t want to leave her.

But they never lost touch. Made sure to meet up as frequently as they could.

He didn’t attend his high school graduation—he both didn’t care and thought the everyone else would appreciate him not being present—but she did watch him with pride as he graduated his cop training program.

He almost cried over the fact that he actually had someone there to support him. He didn’t have familial support, but that didn’t really matter anymore when he had his own personal cheerleader.

He surprised her by showing up at her high school graduation.

Not really a “Surprise” but she was still wildly excited to see him, nonetheless.

Though they didn’t get to see each other often—Gavin busy with his demanding job and MC busy with college—they were instantly contacting the other when they had a moment of free time.

Gavin totally tried to coordinate his days off with hers.

They were that couple that claimed they were just friends but looked to the world like they were dating while also each wishing they were actually dating but both being too chicken to confess.

But Gavin finally gets the guts one day.

No surprise MC quickly followed up with a confession of her own.

How do you date?

They’d been so close and doing couple-y things for so long. Like, what was even a date compared to what they normally did?

They decided to do something they wouldn’t normally do and have a nice, truly ‘couple-y’ dinner.

Then they chuckled all the way home because that really wasn’t their style.

Still enjoyed it.

Gavin took her home, dropping her off at her door… and totally chickened out of kissing her goodnight.

They try the “date” thing again. This time, something more casual.

And that time, it did end with a kiss.

Gavin’s little mind went “boom”.

Already positive he’s gonna marry this girl.

Waits a little longer to propose, though. Just to make it seem like he’s not rushing it.

Courthouse wedding a few months later. Her father witnesses.

Then when her father passes shortly after, leaving her with the company, she’s constantly having to ask her coworkers for new copies of documents because she’s not used to signing her new last name quite yet. Especially when everyone still calls her by her maiden name. Or sometimes addresses her like they would her late father. (It’s a change for everyone.)

She’s got it down in a couple of days and likes her new signature better than her old one.

After marriage, Gavin also has a problem of his own. Particularly with the ring on his hand.

It’s his new nervous tick to play with it when he’s stressed on a scouting mission. And when he has to take it off for an undercover one, he’s a mess without it on.

Feels like he’s being unfaithful to the love of his life. MC has had to reassure him many times he’s not but secretly is touched that he feels that way.

These two have disastrous schedules, which is why when they both have time off they can spend together, phones go on silent. Someone can literally come to their house if it’s an emergency.

Kiro

They make it out of the lab together.

Poor kids were terrified out of their mind, each only five. They never let go of each other’s hands during their escape.

And they don’t want to be separated afterwards.

These two kids are each other’s “emotional support person.”

Literally inseparable.

These kids’ guardians bend over backwards to accommodate them. MC has a killer set of puppy dog eyes, but Kiro’s pout is downright impossible to resist.

They end up in the same classes at school.

Play together on the playground at recess and spend lunches together.

They are the “class couple.” And do get teased for it.

They’re told to ignore it, but it still takes a toll on them.

Eventually, Kiro steps out of school to become home-schooled, thanks to his music career.

Oh, these two kids do not know how to handle themselves.

But they are growing up and they can be apart from each other, right?

Right?

Wrong.

They survive not being in class together, but the moment they’re each out of school, they are attached to their phones, texting or calling each other.

Get together to hang out as much as humanly possible.

Kiro has 1000% both snuck off sets to go see MC and snuck MC onto sets to have her around.

MC has also enabled Kiro’s snacking by sneaking him anything he desires.

Usually it’s chips. She’s his chip dealer. Which only leads to the nickname “Miss Chips”.

They were so close that this mutual crush thing was absolutely unavoidable and unsurprising to most people who watched them.

They were fifteen and each exploring their feelings for each other and what dating was like.

And by sixteen, these two were totally making out in closets.

Savin just deals. As long as it doesn’t get out to the public, he’s fine with it. They’re generally discrete, anyway.

Though, the poor guy has had to hunt Kiro’s hiding spot down more than once. Generally, he scopes out the building beforehand so he knows where to find Kiro and MC if the superstar disappears from set.

Kiro would totally get her a promise ring. “I can’t officially propose now, but… I don’t think I’m going to be letting my Miss Chips go anytime in the future.”

She’s in tears.

Kiro’s already planned out proposing to her as soon as they are eighteen and has scoped out the perfect wedding venue.

Though, Savin now has to do everything in his power to keep the whole thing under wraps. He thinks it’s best the public doesn’t know Kiro’s getting married so young. They’ll slowly break it later.

MC travels with him everywhere, attending school online for convenience sake.

But when her dad passes and she has to take over the company, Kiro does his best to settle down more in Loveland to be by her side and support her more.

He fights to film exclusively at her company.

They totally have a closet that they make out in there, too. One MC has the sole key to.

Victor

He doesn’t loose track of her during their escape from that hellhole disguised as a “lab”.

She saves him, and he manages to carry her to safety.

Refuses to be separated from her after that.

Victor soon becomes like her over-protective big brother.

If he’s with her, he’s got his eye on her. And he’s with her a lot.

He’s so soft with her. Yes, there’s name calling on occasion, but he’s always met with a giggle when he calls her ‘dummy.’

He doesn’t really mean it, anyways.

Totally helps her with her homework.

And she always helps him in the kitchen. Rather, she tries and just ends up being the dishwasher after an incident with the fire alarm.

But she’s just happy if pudding is involved.

And though Victor swears he’s not going to make pudding every single night… there’s pudding more nights than not.

She goes to all his graduations; high school and college.

And he’s there supporting her at hers, looking on like the proud big brother his is.

“Good job, dummy.”

He totally teaches her how to write reports and such. Makes her do them and redo them until up to his standards.

“If you can impress me, you’ll win over anyone in the business world.”

Also teaches her all the ins and outs about running a business and how to thrive in the business world.

She’s always ready to take advice he offers.

Everyone in LFG knows that unless Victor actually is in an important meeting, MC is allowed in his office any time.

Has always seen her as his little sister.

Until she takes over her father’s company.

Suddenly, there’s a warmth in his chest as he watches her handle everything with ease.

It no longer feels like he’s watching over his little sister but rather watching a strong, capable woman handle the high-intensity job of running a company with confidence and poise.

… okay, poise was too generous a word. But his point still stood.

Suddenly, he notices she’s actually on his schedule. And their meeting takes place with none of the familiarity that they’ve become accustomed to.

He won’t coddle her as the business owner. She assures him she expects that from him.

And when she leaves his office, Victor finds himself a little bit of a mess.

They slowly lose their brother/sister mentality and grow into business partners that are close enough to have dinner a couple times a week.

“Question,’ he asks her one night. “Can these be considered ‘dates’ or not?”

She drops her fork in surprise.

They date for a several months before Victor proposes. He wouldn’t have proposed so early to anyone else but MC has always been an exception.

They put the wedding together in eight months. It’s a good, large, proper wedding, and they honeymoon out of the country. Because of course they do. Victor wants to give MC the best and only the best.

Total power couple, and Victor takes pride in that.

Lucien

This tree, or their tree, as Lucien likes to refer to it as, holds a very special place in his heart.

It started off as his sanctuary, the spot where he came out to draw.

But then it became the place that he got to bond with the girl who saved him.

After his parents were killed, everything went downhill for him at a rapid pace.

But she…

“It’s going to be okay.”

He still remembers the warmth of her hands when she held his and the tightness of her hugs she engulfed him in.

This girl’s smile lit up his dark world.

She’s the sole reason he escaped the pull of Black Swan.

Being four years apart as they were put a little gap between them growing up.

People looked at them in disdain so often that Lucien constantly lied about her being his sister.

He didn’t like that kind of attention from people, though he also logically knew why they received it.

Though he did his best to act respectfully and appropriately, he couldn’t help but feel all fluttery around MC. Every single time she came around, he had a physical reaction to her proximity.

Did his best to always act the gentleman. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

For now, he focused on his studies, partly because he found them interesting, partly because he wanted to be the kind of man who could provide well for his family.

Because he had his heart set on making one with her.

It was irrational, if he thought of it logically, to be become romantically attached to someone simply because he was emotionally attached to. Yet he could not separate the pull of romantic notions from his emotional relationship to her.

He eventually surrendered his attempts at trying to separate the two and gave up entirely in his quest to understand it.

He was already on his track to a doctorate when she graduated high school. And suddenly, them both being adults made those four years that separated them growing up seem a little less of a hurdle.

That’s when he asked her out.

“I had to wait so long, but I think now’s finally an appropriate time.”

And that’s when she admitted she had feelings for him, too.

It warmed his cold little heart.

They did take things slowly.

But they were already discussing marriage by the time MC had to take over the company when her father suddenly passed.

Honestly, though it was a terrible tragedy, Lucien is glad he finally gets to return the favor of being there for her just as she was there for him all those years ago.

He also decides to hide the ring he’d bought in a drawer, only to open it again when things were stable.

Well… relatively. The life of a media company manager is never fully stable. Mostly, Lucien just got tired of waiting.

He takes her back to their tree to propose.

They get married there, too.

#mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc headcanon #Headcanons #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien

[ghost-in-the-hella]

NTTWIO: the story so far...

It’s that time again! ...Finally. 

It’s been about eight months (eight fucking months!?) since I posted the final chapter of Act I of Now That the World is Over. The good news is that I spent that time writing a complete rough draft of Act II, so although a number of chapters will need extensive reworking none of its 16 chapters will need to be written from scratch. In other words, it won’t be eight months before I post chapter 2. 

Since it’s been such a long gap between postings, I’m here to provide a brief recap for the first 10 chapters (all of Act I) for those who want to dive into Act II without having to reread the whole thing. Naturally, there will be heavy spoilers for all of Act I, so I’m posting the summaries below the cut so that those who haven’t read the story at all yet don’t get it spoiled for them.

Welcome to the Spoiler Zone.

1.1: October 11, 2013. Max chooses Chloe and lets the storm take the town. Exhausted from all that her body and mind have endured over the past few days, Max is vulnerable to the extreme weather conditions and becomes stricken with the onset of hypothermia. Chloe breaks into the lighthouse and shelters her through the rest of the storm. It’s a little bit awkward but a whole lot better than dying from hypothermia.

1.2: In the aftermath of the storm, Chloe goes down the hill to get emergency supplies from her truck, leaving Max to rest in the lighthouse. When she finds the truck, it doesn’t seem badly damaged but she can’t get it to start. Unable to carry her entire so-called “zombie preparedness kit,” Chloe retrieves a few vital supplies: food, water, a flashlight, and dry clothes. When she pulls out Rachel’s spare clothes from the kit, she has a breakdown.

1.3: Max wakes up while Chloe’s still down the hill, explores the downstairs room of the lighthouse, and reminisces a bit about their childhood adventures. Chloe returns with provisions and gets epic hugs. Max changes into the clothes she brings her, then realizes they belonged to Rachel when Chloe becomes uncomfortable and distressed. They talk through some difficult feelings, then Chloe changes into her own backup clothes. She insists on Max staying inside the lighthouse, not wanting her to see the state of affairs outside.

1.4: Chloe cops a smoke and surveys the ruins of Arcadia Bay from the broken-off top of the lighthouse while Max rests downstairs. Max scares the ever-loving crap out of her by coming up to join her. When she reaches the part of the stairs where they were broken by the storm, Max seems deeply confused and begins to step into the gap where the stairs used to be, thereby scaring the ever-loving crap out of Chloe once again. Chloe pulls her to safety. Max thinks Chloe’s out of her mind. Chloe thinks Max is out of hers. On top of the lighthouse, Max finally witnesses the carnage of their hometown. She gets frustrated when she attempts to describe the strange sensation she feels in the wake of the storm and Chloe doesn’t understand. Chloe observes that there apparently aren’t any first responders or any other signs of human life below them. They return to the bottom of the lighthouse and go to sleep.

And so ends Day One. 

1.5: October 12, 2013. Max wakes up snuggling with Chloe on the floor of the lighthouse. She drags herself out of “bed” and changes out of her borrowed Rachel-clothes into her dry-enough Max-clothes, only to be interrupted by Chloe having a nightmare. Chloe attempts to prevent Max from going with her to fix her truck down the hill, but Max insists on going with her. Upon leaving the lighthouse, Max is confronted by the remains of the shack outside the door and the fact that reality is not what it seems. The shack appears to her to exist simultaneously in different moments of time, both collapsed and unharmed. Max attempts to touch the structure and experiences a profound instability and disorientation. She is only wrenched back to reality when Chloe is able to pull her away. When Max tells her what she experienced, Chloe attempts once more to convince Max to stay behind in the lighthouse until she recovers. She is unsuccessful.

1.6: Chloe works on repairing the truck while Max dozes in the front seat. After accidentally waking Max, Chloe turns on her emergency radio and is shocked and relieved when she’s able to receive signals from the outside world (even if it’s inane pop music). Max lapses into reminiscing about Chloe from a different timeline, causing the present Chloe to feel both jealous and melancholy. Max starts joking with her to lighten the mood, which works well until Chloe asks her to pass her some duct tape, accidentally triggering a massive panic attack/PTSD flashback. Chloe talks her down. Max rests a bit more until she’s sufficiently recovered, then they pack up some supplies and head back up to the lighthouse, hand-in-hand so that Chloe can keep an eye on her. 

1.7: October 13, 2013. Max and Chloe return down the hill so that Chloe can continue repairing her truck. Max puts on the emergency radio and finds a news station. Much to her consternation, the news says nothing at all about the tragedy in Arcadia Bay. Chloe insists on changing the station to play music so she can dance while she works. Chloe successfully manages to get her truck to turn on (yay!), but it’s very low on gas (boo!). She decides to turn over an upside down car in the parking lot so that she can siphon its gas, and when Max voices her concern that Chloe will hurt herself Chloe temporarily believes that she hurt herself already and Max had to rewind it away. Max confesses that she hasn’t even attempted to rewind anything since the storm. Chloe is unable to flip the car, so she MacGyvers a solution to allow her to siphon gas from the upturned vehicle. Chloe wants to celebrate her victory and persuades Max to dance with her. Max can’t suppress her feelings anymore and…

1.8: They kiss! Finally! A lot. Unfortunately, the euphoria doesn’t last long, as Chloe gets too much in her own head when she notices she’s left dirty handprints on Max. Chloe ends up launching herself into a massive panic attack because she thinks she’s unworthy to touch Max and has somehow manipulated Max into doing something not in her best interest (Max disagrees). She stumbles off to the shore, leaving a very confused (and very grease-stained) Max by the truck, and attempts to clean off her filthy hands. Obsessively. Until they bleed. She manages to talk herself down from her panic attack and self-harm and goes for a swim in the bay, riding the waves. Max comes for her when she’s tired herself out and they talk, though mostly they dance around the important things. Chloe does own up to some measure of self-harming behavior, which is progress. They agree to return to the lighthouse for one last night and to hit the road together in the morning. As Chloe follows Max back to the truck, she’s struck by memories of Rachel - one sweet, and one corpse-foul - and has to pause to be sick, though she keeps it hidden from Max.

1.9: They return to the lighthouse for their final evening there. Max waxes a bit nostalgic about their brief stay as she washes up as best she can. She’s concerned about Chloe’s freaked out behavior after they made out by the truck earlier, but she’s comforted by the filthy handprints Chloe left all over Max’s face and clothes in the moment as proof of her affection. While Chloe takes her turn getting cleaned up and changed, Max starts packing up in preparation for leaving in the morning. She starts to freak out at the enormity of the damage she’s caused by choosing Chloe over Arcadia Bay, and Chloe diverts her panic by asking Max to help bandage her damaged hands, indulging in reminiscences of their childhood, and joking around (complete with tickle fight). They go to bed, and when Max has trouble settling down Chloe tells her a bedtime story until they both fall asleep.

1.10: October 14, 2013. Max and Chloe hit the road! Sort of. They load up the truck and venture out onto the debris-strewn roads of Arcadia Bay. Chloe is concerned by Max’s dazed state as it becomes apparent that, as at the lighthouse, what Max sees and what Chloe sees aren’t quite the same thing. Chloe distracts her by talking about food and what they should do when they make it out of town. Max suggests that the logical thing to do is to head for Seattle and her parents, at least in the short term, and Chloe tries not to show that she dreads being reunited with Max’s parents. Max asks Chloe if she wants to look for Joyce before they leave town, and Chloe adamantly refuses. She tells Max that autopilot Max told her what would happen to the diner, that they had tried and failed to convince Joyce to stay home, and that she herself saw the explosion from the lighthouse during the storm. As they resume making plans, Max abruptly tells Chloe to stop the truck. When she does so, Max starts walking urgently toward someone or something moving in the woods that Chloe can’t quite make out. By the time Chloe is close enough to see what’s happening, Max is already reaching out to touch the mysterious figure. Chloe is too far away to protect her as Max collapses into a silent heap.

On to Act II: Sleepwalkers!

#nttwio #fanfic #ao3 #now that the world is over #the story so far #ghost writes #pricefield #life is strange #LiS #nttwio spoilers

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 6 』

· Sept. 30th → We Don’t Need Things Like Memories ·

Characters: female!reader, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Testurou, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tooru

Prompts: B. beginnings and endings

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, some serious angst, beginnings and endings, headcanons, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: I thought I'd just go ahead and rip my own heart out by writing these headcanons about what some of the Haikyuu boys are like when the relationship starts out (beginnings) and what they're like when you break up (endings). I mean, why not? Fluff, angst, emotional pain and suffering? I may as well 🙃

All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts are SFW, but I write NSFW stuff on my blog too *wiggles eyebrows* Feel free to take a look! Thanks for reading 🙏 Please enjoy ♡

Haikyuu × reader / beginnings and endings

☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Beginnings

You probably confess to him first

He's a bit dense when it comes to picking up on the signs. He tends to get his hopes up and then brush it off as friendliness

'She just likes you as a friend, Daichi. Stop reading into it' *entire theatre of people smack their foreheads in unison*

He's dumbfounded for a second or two, processing what you just told him

Then he asks you out. No hesitation, no shyness, no awkwardness. Just pure, confident Daichi

He's literally living on cloud nine for the next few weeks because, holy shit, he's dating you

Has the biggest smile on his face whenever you're out together

And he's very protective, but not in an overbearing way

Sometimes, he places his hand on your thigh while he's driving and slowly strokes this thumb over the soft skin

And he gets all adorably bashful when he has to keep introducing you to people as his girlfriend!!

There's literally nothing he wouldn't do for you, and that's coming from a cop

Endings

When you tell him you want to break up, he hears it over and over in his head like a broken record

He keeps asking himself how this happened, and he wants to beg you to change your mind

But he respects your decision. He won't keep an immature grudge or start yelling. He just regrets

With a small, fake smile, he says he's actually been thinking the same recently

l i a r

All because he doesn't want you to feel bad or awkward about leaving him behind

Daichi's civil when you come to collect your things from his place, and when he sees you out with some other guy, even though his heart is literally cracking inside his chest

He blames himself, of course. He should have done more to keep you. He should have made more time for you. He should have stayed as loving and attentive as he was at the beginning

But he got comfortable. Complacent. And he started taking you for granted

Oh, the stinging irony of hindsight

☆ Sugawara Koushi ☆

Beginnings

He approached you at a café with a bashful smile and a hesitant hand behind his head, and asked you for your number

A few weeks of texting, sexting, and casual encounters later, you went official

He couldn't be a better boyfriend. He's always so kind, and attentive, and loving, and cute

He covers the bed in rose petals on special occasions like an absolute sweetheart

He loves buying couple's items: shirts, bracelets, mugs, necklaces – you name it. He's old-school cringy like that

He showers you with kisses, praises the hell out of you, and can't stop asking how he got so damn lucky to be with you

He gives the softest hugs, the most sensual kisses

When he snaps a new photo of you, he sets it to his lockscreen so he can stare at you even when you're not there

He innocently kisses your nose in public, only to grab a handful of your ass for a second or two, below the level of everyone's eyes

You always loved it when he did that

Endings

There's a pit in his stomach when the words pass your lips, and a voice in the back of his head telling him 'Oh. Right. Of course. You knew this would happen. You were never really good enough for her, anyway'

He has to fight back the tears because he refuses to cry in front of you

It's a painful, stinging acceptance that laces his mind and tongue. It never really would have worked. Would it?

When you leave, Suga attempts to go about his regualr routine. To be fine

But his hand is shaking uncontrollably and he drops the mug in his hand, and watches as it smashes into pieces on the kitchen floor

You bought him that mug. And that, of all things, is the one to break him

The tears come over him in weak, silent sobs as he doubles-over the sink, his throat too constricted to allow any sound to escape

He cries so hard that he throws up in the sink

The weeks pass, melt away into months, and he's doing better. Doing well

Until he comes across an old shirt you left behind and never came back for, and the memories all come flooding back

That night, he cries himself hoarse, until he can't feel his face

No matter how hard he tries, he can't forget you. Your nails are dug into him even now, holding him down in his misery

☆ Kuroo Testurou ☆

Beginnings

He asked you out with some cheesy pickup line, something that made you groan and grin at the same time

He couldn't believe his luck when it worked

He tries to take things slowly, be reasonable. But all that caves in when you melt him with that smile of yours

You quickly become the centre of his world

He sends you flowers and chocolates to your work, just so you know he's thinking about you

He'll kiss your hands when you're cuddling together on the sofa, like an old married couple

He constantly texts you to make sure you're okay, sometimes sexting you to demonstrate just how much he's thinking about you

He takes his time and explains things about science that you don't get, just so you don't feel left out

When a guy's been looking at you too much, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in for a messy kiss, his hands working their way down to your ass

For your sixth month anniversary, he surprises you with a cockapoo to raise together, and suggests the name Furby, for some reason it sticks

He somehow always makes time to walk through the park and look at the cherry blossoms with you, even though he's really busy

He dances with you down the vegetable aisle at the grocery store just because, and couldn't care less about the people watching

He's constantly trying to make you laugh with the dorkiest things, because he thinks that's when you're at your prettiest

He would do anything to keep seeing that smile every day

Endings

You tell him he's moving too fast

He's in denial. He tells you he understands, but he doesn't

You leave the dog with him. And he knows it's unfair, but Furby reminds him of you

But he's lucky he still has the dog, because it's the only thing that keeps him going normally

As the weeks pass, he tries to leave you be and give you your space like he promised, but he just can't. His heart won't let him

It's 11:00 pm and he's knocking on your door, begging for you to open up and talk to him. To give him a another chance. To reconsider

He can hear you quietly sobbing on the other side of the door, and he knows you're second-guessing your decision, maybe even regretting it

It gives him hope that, if he doesn't give up, you'll come back to him, because it hasn't been the same without you

He hears your favourite song on the radio and has to sit down on the floor of the vegetable aisle at the supermarket before his legs give out

He sees your favourite restaurant and he can't pass without ordering a meal and crying into his food

He goes looking for fights with assholes at the gas station so he can let off some steam, and doesn't care if he spends the night in a cell with a black eye and bleeding knuckles

He hasn't been thinking straight, he doesn't care what happens to him anymore

And the crazy thing is, he'd still do anything for you, because you're the first real love of his life, and he can't forget you

He won't give up on you. It isn't in his blood

☆ Ushijima Wakatoshi ☆

Beginnings

Ushijima never really knew what to do when you expressed an interest in him

You only started going out because Tendou read between the lines and made things happen

So now that you're finally together, he never really does anything that differently

It's just business as usual...plus you

If you want something from him, you have to ask specifically, or he won't pick up on it, so you have to be proactive in the Netflix and chill department

He actually thinks you just want to watch TV and relax

He's painfully blunt, but without any hidden agenda or meanness about him

And he cannot deny the small, warm glow he feels when you're there for him at his games

But he does try to make you happy

He shares his food whenever you ask, he lets you wear his clothes and thinks it's adorable how they dwarf you, he pats your head when you've done well, and holds you when you're feeling sad

And slowly but surely, he gets accustomed to you being there for him at every turn

And you're happy together, as honest best friends and close lovers

Endings

At first, he doesn't feel anything. It's what you want, so it's fine, right?

He got on just fine before you came along, and he'll do just fine with you gone. And it isn't spiteful, he genuinely believes it

He goes about his regular business, and everything's okay, just the same as it was before you

But as the days pass, it creeps up on him. He doesn't even know what it is as first, this dull, painful ache settling in the middle of his chest

He even Googles the symptoms when the pain gets too strong

It takes seeing you laughing in the arms of another man for him to realise that it's heartache

Crippling, agonising heartache, because he misses you

For the first time in his life, his legs go so weak underneath him that he can barely stand. He has to leave. He can't watch any more

He sits alone in his room, staring at the wall opposite, trying to get his head around it. To try and understand

Because he doesn't. He was fine before you came along. So why now? What had changed?

Ushijima comes to the conclusion that he's changed. And that you changed him

You showed him something he never thought he'd understand, reconstructed the fibres of his nature, made it so he couldn't live without you

And now you're gone

☆ Oikawa Tooru ☆

Beginnings

He was hesitant. He doesn't just let people in. But he can trust you, that's what he keeps telling himself

He hopes it doesn't feel condescending that he chose you over every other girl, and tries desperately to make it apparent just how much he loves you

He makes an effort to show that he cares. He prioritises you, over everyone and everything

Your wish is his command. He wants to be that Prince Charming. That knight in shining armour

He's softer, more fragile, on the inside than you thought he'd be

He needs a lot of reassurance, and loves it when you gently stroke his hair

You share your deepest, darkest secrets, and you realise what a broken, vulnerable boy is in front of you, offering you his heart

But he sure knows how to laugh. His dates are the best. He always knows just where to take you

Those nights when you end up tangled together on the sofa, just listening to each other's heartbeats, are like Elysium to you

Endings

He can't believe what he's hearing. You promised you'd never hurt him

Disbelief, doubt, realisation, confusion anger, sadness – he gets mental whiplash as it all washes over him in a matter of seconds

Tooru punches the wall, leaving a crumbling hole the shape of his fist in the drywall

"YOU PROMISED," he shouts, red hot tears threatening to spilling over his eyes and down his cheeks. "You...promised..." he repeats weakly, sinking to the floor

You go to touch his shoulder, but he shakes you off and tells you to get out

Once you're gone, he breaks down in a sobbing heap on the floor, angry at himself, angry at you, angry at world for making him think he actually had a chance at happiness

He burns whatever you left at his place. He can't stand the sight of it

He tries to get over you by going to party after party, downing bottle after bottle, hooking up with girl after girl – but it's hollow. Empty. Meaningless. Because none of them are you

He convinces himself that that's a good thing, as he stares at the hole in the wall that he refuses to fix

Because if they're not you, they can't hurt him

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SFW Alphabet: Adam Ruzek

Originally I was gonna do an NSFW alphabet, but when I came  across this template the sappy romantic in me jumped out. Also, I seem to get great reactions when I post for Adam so he’s the one I wanted to do first!

I found this template on @anonymous-sideblog .

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Adam is really, really affectionate. As long as you’re good with PDA, then there’s no keeping him away from you. Even at work, he’s gotta have an arm around your waist or a guiding hand on your back. At Molly’s, he’ll pull you into his lap and spend the entire evening cuddling into you. And then at home.....it’s like having a baby koala. To two of you have to be in arm’s reach at all times. It’s a rule.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Adam probably confessed his feelings to you after getting lashed at Molly’s (he needed a little liquid courage to get it out). The night ended with you letting him crash at your place, and the two of you actually talking things out over coffee and Advil the next morning.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Adam. Loves. Cuddling. It’s gotten to the point where he actually can’t sleep unless you’re beside him, because it makes him worry that he can’t protect you. Normally he’s the big spoon because he like to make you feel safe but if it’s been a bad night then he’s got no qualms with curling up in bed with you holding him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s definitely gotten much more domestic since he’s been with you. He’s gone from ordering takeout every night to being able to actually cook dinner for the two of you. If you’ve had a long day he’ll do his absolute best to make sure that you come home to a clean house with a nice dinner.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Adam would probably sit you down and just tell it to you straight. He wouldn’t appoint or alleviate blame, he’d just get it over with and tell you that even though things aren’t working out, the time he’d spent with you had been the best time of his life.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Adam’s been engaged three times before, so it’s safe to say that both of you are hesitant. You’re not too concerned about what’s going to happen, you’re more focused on the present.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Two words: gentle giant. You know what Adam does in the job, what he has to do in the line of work. He tries his utmost to not bring work home, but sometimes it just slips. He’s learnt not to slam doors and shout during arguments (sometimes the hard way, I’m afraid),

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bear hugs, side hugs, sleepy hugs, drunk hugs, sad hugs, tight hugs, lift-you-off-the-ground-and-swing-you-around-when-you’re-least-expecting-it hugs. The man has got range.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I’d say Adam says it fairly quick. He’d never make you feel pressured to say it back, and whenever you’re ready he’ll gladly reciprocate.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He finds great pleasure in in striding over to you and locking lips with you in front of whoever’s ballsy enough to flirt with you. If it’s at work, he’s gonna do the exact same. End of story.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Cheek kisses if you’re at work, nose kisses to make you smile, neck kisses when he’s teasing, forehead kisses when he’s being protective. Adam likes to be kissed anywhere and everywhere, but he’ll never really tell you his favourite.

But I sure as hell will. It’s when you cup his face in your hands and plant little kisses all over his face until you finally give him a proper kiss. He blushes like crazy afterwards and everyone calls him whipped but it’s worth it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s awesome with kids. One time you and him babysat your nieces and nephews and you still think that they like him more than they like you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Adam is by no means an early bird. Most of your mornings spent with him consist of lazy cuddling, sleepy kisses and having to drag him out of the bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You’re both generally quite tired after work, so your time together mainly consists of food, hanky panky and sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Adam’s pretty open. He doesn’t want any personal secrets between the two of you. The only thing he refuses to share about is work (that’s if you’re not a cop/in Intelligence). He doesn’t want to drag you down with him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s got a bit of a short temper, but not when it comes to you. He’s learned that you have no tolerance for raised voices and slammed doors, so he’s learned to not bring the anger work gives him home.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Adam prides himself on being a good boyfriend. He remembers everything: the date of the day you first went out, your favorite colour, your birthday, your childhood pets’ names, anything you’ve ever told him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s the first night you stayed over. You were so shy and nervous, which he thought was adorable. You went to sleep on opposite sides of the bed facing away from each other. But when he woke up the next morning, he had both arms around you and you were curled up on his chest. After a few minutes spent looking down at you with a smile, he tried to pull away but you threw an arm around him and pulled him in tighter. He’d never been happier than in that moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s protective to the point of overbearingness. Whenever possible he protects you physically (stepping in front of you, holding you close, covering your body with his). He needs to have you with him so he knows he can keep you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Though he fairs well in all the other departments, Adam is terrible at romance. His idea of a romantic date night is takeout and a basketball game. It’s generally falls on you to bring the romance to the table.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Like I said, he’s overprotective to the point of being overbearing. It pisses you off because sometimes it seems like he doesn’t trust you enough to be responsible.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Adam likes to make sure that he’s well kept. And as for your looks? He really couldn’t care less. As long as you look after yourself, your personality is all that really matters.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, absolutely. You are, quite literally, the light of his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He love sit when you take care of him when he’s hurt. He pretends to hate it and tried to swat your hand away, but he loves it when you go over his wounds again and again and treat him like he’s fragile.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like someone who’s cocky or arrogant (I know, the pot calling the kettle black). He’s a little egotistical, so he definetly needs someone to balance him out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Sleeps like a freight train. He takes over the entire bed, meaning you can either sleep in the tiny gap left or cuddle up to him (he acts like it’s an accident, but it’s really not). He finds it difficult to sleep without you, because he’s gotten so used to having you in the bed beside him.

Not to be a twat, but it’s taken me over three and a half hours over four days to write this. Please, please, please leave some feedback. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written, and it was a genuine pain in the goddamn ass to finish.

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[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Alright, let me be a bit more eloquent-

First off, in regards to my “people calling Sokka a player/womanizer when Mako is right there” is of course a hyperbole. I’m aware Mako doesn’t have like a million girls hanging off his arm. It’s a joke me and my friend have because I was getting pissed off when the whole “break up, rebound, wait Korra’s back” thing was happening and my friend already knew I had an issue with people calling Sokka a player. 

@quccnofmean responded to that (here) explaining that neither of the two are actual players or womanizers, which is correct! Neither are in the actual definition of the word. (Also, I appreciate the addition!)

So lemme explain my journey with Mako (keeping in mind that I’m only in the middle of s3, so I’m not writing him off entirely or anything). It’s kinda long, so I put it under a cut: 

I started off like everyone did. Heart eyes. Yummy. Love him. My friend warned me he made bad choices with the girls but I was like, okay, but they’re all teens, not everyone’s gonna be like Katara and Aang who found their life partner at 12 or 14. Besides, I loved how Mako was as a protective brother. So I figured, sure he can be a bit of a dumbass in terms of relationships, but maybe I can still enjoy him as a brother and friend! 

But then.... Well. Okay, I get that he was telling Bolin not to chase Korra because Mako knew Korra liked him, but then he never told Asami about that kiss (Korra didn’t either, at least until way later but Asami knew by then which also tf korra come on), never apologized. He never gave Asami like... actual closure with their relationship and jumped right to Korra because of his realizations at the s1 finale. Which alright, sure we can roll with it maybe because we assume they’re endgame (and yes I know that every season was expected to be the last hence the individual plot lines but just bear with me). 

But another thing that bothered me about that Korra kiss while dating Asami was that he never actually apologized to Bolin. He just said, “We’re brothers, we’ll get through it because we’re all we’ve got.” Yikes????? Dude you hurt your brother and he still had to save your asses at the tournament and you STILL brush off his emotions? Korra apologized. Mako never did and as an older sister, that doesn’t sit well with me. It doesn’t fit, especially because Mako was shown to be protective of Bolin. 

Anyway okay, let’s move on. He seemed to be doing well with Korra in s2 and I was like alright, he’s trying. Then he rats Korra out to the cops because he’s a cop and yeah you can say, oh it’s because it was his job, he prioritized his job. Okay, but then when Beifong shut him down, he turned right around and went and hired a gang to help him do illegal things with Asami to get his way, like????? Hello??? Mr. Morals???? What happened??? Also I was very pissed with Asami just as much as I was pissed with Mako when they got together again (as Bolin expresses, not even a week after Korra left!!!!) That’s what.... UGHHHH as my friend called it, that’s fuckboy timespan. He just broke up with Korra then jumped right back to Asami. Then he has the gall to tell Bolin “Breaking up with a girl is like ripping off a leech.” ????????? girl=leech, and also if it’s so easy why couldn’t you????? give these two girls a decent break up?????? I’m???? confused???? Gah, as you can see, this is where my patience with him just reached its cap, it aggravates me a lot. 

Then Korra comes back and Mako doesn’t tell her that they were over. Everyone else already knew. And yeah, maybe he didn’t wanna overwhelm her, but he was still re-dating Asami when Korra came back, and he never acknowledged that. Again, never apologized. To me, that doesn’t sound like someone who cares about the feelings of his friends. 

Asami came clean in s3 and I’m loving the way her and Korra are still friends (and eventual endgame but yknow), but Mako... what happened?? He’s also been very distant from Bolin so I couldn’t even fall back on the other aspects of his personality while he was doing these things. 

If I recall correctly, Mako is 18 in book 1, so he should know that you don’t... cheat on girls.... that you should apologize when you hurt someone... that breakups require a decent conversation.... and that at least out of respect to your friends, there should be some kind of time between relationships??? Ah, okay okay. I did the original comparison to Sokka because I was like, yeah Sokka focused on one girl at a time, and even respectfully declined a kiss because he was still thinking of Yue, refused to acknowledge Ty Lee’s flirting because he was with Suki, and I know in the comics he has this one little fling which is the one time that I’ve been like, Sokka wtf you doing??? And Sokka was younger too so.... Also there are instances where Sokka owns up to his lies, his mistakes. (lies when he lied about being fire nation to his sword fighting teacher whose name i forgot smh, and mistakes when he demeaned the kyoshi warriors.) 

Mako isn’t a player/womanizer by definition, but he sure as hell is not a good love interest. That’s not to say he’s a bad character overall or that he can’t be your crush or that you’re not allowed to stan him. I just also hope that for one, if you like guys, don’t ever let them treat you like Mako has treated Korra and Asami. And also... just ask yourself if you’re excusing his actions as a “boys will be boys” thing because he’s hot or if it’s genuinely something you can excuse. 

Personally, I couldn’t forgive if someone did that to me. I’m very surprised Korra and Asami are still his friends, and I give props to hot-tempered Korra for telling him he’s still part of team avatar and trying to clear the air because I could never. And in my head, because I’ve been in love with Sokka since I saw ATLA for the first time, my standard in real life and in fictional worlds has been “Sokka would never do this to me.” And that’s what had just made me not care for Mako as much as I did at first. 

I’m hoping to see more growth and personal character development outside of romance in the rest of s3 and in s4 though. Again though, I’m NOT saying you’re bad for liking him or that he’s a bad character overall, I’m just not a fan of him as a romantic interest and he’s been treading the line as a brother character. And the Sokka comparison was a joke, because as many posts as I see about Sokka being “such a player” (false) I’m surprised I never heard anyone say anything about Mako. 

Ahhh I wrote this all out as I was thinking, so I’m not sure if it’s actually eloquent, but yeah. I’ve just been seeing people get offended about my distaste for Mako, and I wanted to elaborate without hyperboles because this site just sucks at putting across sarcasm or hyperboles and I usually forget that. 

#mako #lok #atla

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Stranger Things || Chapter 02 || kth

Part of my Bangtan Netflix series!

Summary: When your younger brother, Jungkook, goes missing, you have no other choice but to reunite your old friend group to find him. But with government conspiracies, supernatural happenings, and a mysterious boy named V, things won’t be as easy as you’d hoped.

Word Count: 7k.

Warnings/Genre: Thriller. Mystery. Fluff. Angst. Friends to lovers. Smut. Supernatural. High School au. Explicit language.

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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Chapter 02: The Weirdo In The Treehouse

“So,” Seokjin’s voice echoed off the walls of the treehouse, his arms crossed and feet planted firmly on the floor. “Are you going to tell us who the hell you are? And why you were lingering out in the woods in the middle of the night like a creep?”

The person in question just stared up at the older man from underneath silver bangs, long legs almost reaching his chin as he sat on a short, decrepit stool. He--the stranger that you’d all found lurking outside--had yet to say a single word to any of you in twenty whole minutes. And that wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if it weren’t for the fact that he was extremely questionable: from his bloodstained yellow shirt, to the oddly timed way he’d appeared out of thin air.

All of the boys had come to an agreement to force the poor boy up into the treehouse to interrogate him. You hadn’t been onboard for the whole thing, not really, since none of you even knew the guy. But that was the thing, he was a stranger, and Hawkins didn’t have strangers. Didn’t get visitors that appeared out of nowhere. And with Jungkook going missing, well, it was all very suspicious.

“I don’t think he’s gonna talk.” Yoongi drawled from where he lazily leaned against one of the walls. Someone may have called him disinterested by the way he inspected the non-existant dirt underneath his bitten fingernails, but his sharp eyes said otherwise.

“Probably because you guys are trying to intimidate him.” A huff of breath escaped you, shoes scuffing the floor as you walked over to urge Seokjin out of the way. He sent you a look before finally relinquishing his post to let you give it a shot.

The boy’s honey brown eyes locked with yours as you slowly crouched down to be level with him. And god, he was even prettier up close. Ethereal. Otherwordly. You’d never seen someone that beautiful in person, Seokjin aside. There was just something about the air around him that drew you in and refused to let go. And as his eyes--one mono lid and the other double--narrowed almost questioningly, you found yourself speaking before you could stop yourself.

“Hey. I’m Y/n.” Slowly, you lifted a hand to lay over your sternum, making sure he caught the action before you raised your eyebrows. “Now it’s your turn. Who are you?”

Again, he didn’t speak. Just watched you with eyes that held an emotion you didn’t even know how to begin to decipher. You didn’t know what he was looking for as he held your gaze, but you didn’t look away. Not even when Namjoon huffed impatiently behind you. Not even when the boy shifted on his stool for the first time since you’d all brought him up there.

Only when he hesitantly lifted his left arm and extended it out towards you, did you finally break his gaze to look down. And there, tattooed in black ink against his sun-kissed hued skin were two straight lines connected on a slant: V.

“That’s your name?” You looked back up at him questioningly and he nodded, lips pressed tight.

“Five? Like, the roman numeral?” From over your shoulder came Hoseok’s voice and you didn’t even need to glance back to know how close he hovered into your personal space. But the boy didn’t bother to look up either, eyes still locked on you.

“No,” You spoke slowly, reaching out with tentative fingers to gently wrap around the boy’s slim forearm. And when he didn’t move to pull out of your grasp, you lightly ran a thumb over his tattoo. “I think it’s the letter. V, right? Your name is V?”

For the first time in what felt like hours, the boy--V-- nodded his head once before going still yet again.

“Weird name.” Seokjin didn’t even try to mutter underneath his breath.

Ignoring him, you kept your voice even, calm. “What were you doing in the woods, V?”

Again, nothing but silence answered you. He just stared.

“I don’t think we’re going to get anything out of him.” Jimin said softly, shuffling across the enclosed space to stand next to Seokjin.

“Or,” Namjoon raised his eyebrows from where he stood near the back of the group, expression pulled into a scowl. The dim lighting from the single lightbulb above your heads made the green and orange colored football uniform he wore wash him out. “Maybe he just can’t talk.”

“Or,” Yoongi didn’t even try to hide his dry sarcasm. “Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Sensing an impending argument, you closed your eyes in exhasperation. “You guys aren’t helping.”

Whether they heard you and chose to ignore you, or just didn’t listen, you didn’t know, but they continued to bicker amongst each other like children. And as their voices started to rise over each other, your lips puckered and you turned back to V. He was looking at the boys with aprehension visable on his face.

“V.” You said softly in order to catch his attention over the others. And it worked, because his brown eyes flickered back to you. You hesitated for a moment, tonguing your cheek nervously before you decided to just go for it. “Are you in trouble? Is that why you were out there?”

Silence. Pressuring tension before slowly, slowly, his bow shaped lips parted and he graced you with his voice for the very first time. “Yes.”

It was a deep barritone, smooth yet calming at the same time. And pitched so low that only you could hear.

“So you can talk.” A tiny smile graced your lips before it dropped off, his arm held in your grasp all-but forgotton. “Who--”

“Y/n.”

Your mouth clamped shut and your head whipped around at the sound of Yoongi’s voice calling your name. He stood at the back of the treehouse with the rest of the boys all in a huddle and he waved you over, shooting a tentative glance at V. Who you turned back to mutter a quick, “Give me a minute.”

You crossed the small space in a few short strides and slipped in between Yoongi and Namjoon. “What?”

“Look,” Hoseok licked his lips, voice low so that it wouldn’t carry. “We’ve been talking, and maybe we should call someone.”

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. “Call someone?”

“Yeah.” Jimin stated. “That guy could be dangerous. Maybe he escaped from the Penherse. You know, the psych ward in the next town over? That could explain the bloodstains.”

“And the weirdo behaviour.” Namjoon huffed, ignoring your glare.

“So what, then?” You questioned, eyeing them all one-by-one. “You just want to call the cops on him? What if that isn’t the case? What if…”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the way your voice trailed off uncertaintly. “What if, what?”

You hesitated and glanced back over your shoulder only to see V inspecting one of the yellowing newspaper clippings taped to the wall. Seeing his lack of attention, you turned back to the huddle. “He said he was in trouble.”

“He talked?” Seokjin really couldn’t whisper if his life depended on it.

“Like,” You shrugged off the way they all stared at you incrediously. “One word. But that’s besides the point.”

“And that point being?” Hoseok asked, head cocked to the side in curiousity.

You paused, unsure of how to phrase what you were about to say without sounding like you were going crazy. Yoongi’s hand gently prodding your back with a soft murmur of your name coaxed you into spilling before you could continue to doubt yourself.

“Don’t you think it’s weird? That Jungkook goes missing and then this kid shows up out of nowhere?”

“You think it’s a coincidence?” Jimin questioned, though the rest of the boys looked skeptical.

“Or,” Seokjin started gingerly and you already knew what he was going to say before he said it. “Maybe it’s not. At least not in the way you’re hoping that it is, Y/n. Coincidental, yes. But that doesn’t mean that they’re connected.”

His answer shouldn’t have suprised you at all. Soekjin did always have a habit of shutting people down when the things they said didn’t make sense to him.

“Look,” You sighed, hands coming up to massage your temples. “Frankly, I don’t give a shit if that’s what you want to think. But my brother is missing and I’m going to get to the bottom of this, with or without your help.”

“We’ll help.” Hoseok’s brows were pinched. “Jungkook is important to all of us.”

It took all of your strength to bite your tongue at his use of present tense. Like he hadn’t given Jungkook the cold shoulder ever since he left the group. But, you supposed, that was neither here nor there. More important matters were at hand.

Namjoon nodded his head, jaw clenched like the words he spoke had to physically force themselves out. “We want to find him too.”

He’d always struggled with expressing his emotions and it seemed like time didn’t change that.

“Exactly.” Jimin sent you a warm smile, his eyes creasing in the corners. “We just need to figure out where to start.”

The rest of the boys all hummed their agreement and you let out a breath you weren’t aware that you were holding. Even though you guys had been apart for so long, strangers for so long, it felt nice to have people to have your back.

“Well, I think we need to start with him.” You turned to look back over your shoulder once more, that time catching V’s inquisitive stare. “Maybe he can help.”

You didn’t even need to look, because you could feel their disapproving stares burning a hole into the side of your face.

“You’d think he’d never been inside a house before.” Jimin, voice filled with amusement, murmured to himself. He ran a hand through his blond hair, watching the way V stood in the middle of your living room, spinning back and forth with eyes wide in wonder.

“Look, you already know I don’t like this.” Seokjin crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the open front door, his eyes carefully tracing the path V wore into your carpet with a sigh. “But you’re still stubborn as hell.”

You ignored both his disapproving look and the way he bent over to try and capture your eyes. He continued anyway. “You already know the drill: keep your radio on and with you at all times. If he tries anything funny, or weird, or just straight up anything at all, call us.”

“Yes, dad.” With a roll of your eyes, you finally turned to stare up at the college boy. But at the concerned flash in his dark irises, your own softened. “I’ll be careful, trust me. Besides, I don’t think he’d try to hurt me.”

Said boy, V, was too busy inspecting the La-Z-Boy recliner to pay attention to what you guys were talking about. He reached out with a slender finger to run over the soft lining, mouth parting at both the texture and the way it rocked back with the slightest push. He was wearing one of Seokjin’s hoodies now, having been pretty much forced to change out of his dirty, bloodstained shirt before even touching the man’s car. But he practically drowned in it and the fact that V was slimmer than Seokjin was the only reason he hadn’t been forced to change out of his cargo shorts as well.

It’d taken a lot of arguing in order to convince the boys to let V stay at your house. They’d pressed the issue of him being a complete stranger and possible serial killer to you so many times that you could still hear their voices echoing in your ears. But you’d just thrown back the fact that you’d been the only one V had been willing to talk to out of the lot of you. That had shut them up real quick, until Hoseok brought up the idea that one of them should stay with you.

Which, in turn, lead to you pointing out once again how V wasn’t comfortable around any of them. And round-and-round you went until you finally wore them down. But they’d heavily insisted on you keeping your hand-held radio on your person at all times and they would do the same just in case something happened. And they stated that they would stop by early in the morning to check-in on you to make sure you hadn’t been unfortunately murdered in the middle of the night.

“We’ll stop by first thing tomorrow.” Seokjin reiterrated. The rest of the boys had gone home, save for the eldest and Jimin, who’d insisted on driving back with you. Surprisingly, V had come without a fight. Maybe that should have had alarm bells ringing, but it didn’t. Or maybe you were just stupid.

“I know.” You gave Seokjin’s arm a reasurring pat. “We’ll be here.”

“You better be!” Jimin turned and wrapped his arms around you in a goodbye hug. “We’re just a press of a button away. Stay safe, and we’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

His comforting scent washed over you as you hugged him back before pulling away from his warmth. “I will. You two get home safe too.”

“Uh-huh.” Seokjin gave a disapproving look at both you and V (who wasn’t paying him any attention) and squeezed your shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Cross my heart.” A smirk pulled up at the corner of your mouth and you drew an imaginary cross over your heart just to spite him. Seokjin rolled his eyes and sent you one last parting look before grabbing Jimin by the shoulder and urging him back to his car.

And as they climbed inside and Seokjin flashed his headlights at you before they pulled away, you were left on your front porch alone.

With a complete stranger in your home.

Fuck, maybe you really were stupid.

The front door closed behind you and caught the attention of V, who turned to look over his shoulder. He was standing in front of the microwave in the open plan kitchen connected to the living room. One of his fingers was tapping mercilessly against the front interface buttons, soft beeps greeting your ears until he accidentally started up the microwave with a loud hum.

V flinched back in surprise at the lightbulb clicking on inside and the glass platter rotating. And then he leaned in to curiously press his face against the see-through door. “What is this?”

Not even all of your will power could prevent the smile from spreading across your cheeks. Because he’d just spoken to you again. Hah! Maybe you were right about him not liking the other boys. But still, that didn’t explain his odd behavior.

Slipping off your shoes, you crossed the room to stand near him, dropping your radio on the living room coffee table on the way. “A microwave. Have you never seen one before?”

V shook his head without sparing you a glance, too busy being entranced by the object in question with childlike wonder. His fingers tapped against the sides. “What does it do?”

“It heats up cold food.” Your hip met the small, round kitchen table as you inspected the boy a few feet away. Had he really never seen a microwave before? Just where in the hell had he come from? Underneath a rock?

A loud ding! pierced the air, sending V stumbling backwards as the microwave cut off and the light inside went dark. He turned, eyes wide and mouth parted in shock. “What happened?”

You’d be lying if you said that the innocence in his honey brown eyes didn’t affect you in any way. V flicked his bangs from his vision as he awaited your answer with surprising anticipation. “The timer went off. That means whatever you were heating up would be done.”

He hummed, deep voice scratching his throat. Which brought up another question that you’d been meaning to ask.

“V?” Another noise left the boy as he opened the refrigerator door to rumage around at the contents inside. And you watched him a moment before speaking again. “How old are you?”

He turned halfway to face you at the question, silver bangs once again falling into his eyes and a jar of mayonaise in his hands as he inspected it. V answered with a shrug of his slender shoulders.

That only furthered your confusion. “You don’t know?”

He shook his head, already turned to find something else to catch his interest. How did someone not know how old they were?

“Well, when is your birthday?”

Another shrug, except this time V didn’t even bother to turn back to look at you. Nor did he grace you with a verbal response. It was like pulling teeth.

“So,” you folded your arms across your chest, head tilted to the side curiously. “You have no idea when you were born, your name is a single letter tattooed on your wrist, and,”

You paused for a moment, voice softening in an attempt to cushion your next statement. “And you’re in trouble.”

That had his back straightening faster than you could blink. V whirled around to look at you, fridge door wide open and a bottle of ketchup clutched to his chest like a lifeline. He didn’t speak, but he didn’t need to. Because the look in his brown eyes was answer enough.

You pushed off the table and approached him slowly, brows drawn together in concern. “Who are you in trouble with, V? Your parents?”

He swallowed, adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and shook his head once, twice, three times. So you tried again.

“The police?” Your socked feet stilled on the cold tile and you watched as his head shook negatively once again. So you took a deep breath and spoke so quietly that your voice almost blended in with the hum of the open refridgerator. “Bad people?”

The air in the kitchen was tense, thick with questions unanswered and words unsaid. And it only seemed to deepen at the tentative way V nodded his head. So he was in trouble then. Though not with the authorties like the boys had thought. Who then?

“What do these bad people want with you, V?”

His gaze was intense, fingers tightening their hold on the bottle of ketchup until he ever-so-slowly lifted three fingers: two extended outwards and one pointed straight up. V tapped his finger gun against his temple and your breath caught in your throat.

“They want to kill you?” You couldn’t help the way your heart sped up in your chest.

There was no hesitation that time as he nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, fuck.”

You were woken by the sound of three, sharp raps on your front door.

The noise had your eyes snapping open and your neck cracking from how fast you sat up. Light bled in through the curtained windows and it took you a moment to remember exactly where you were and what was going on. Across the couch on the other end, V stared at you with wide, fear filled eyes and wild silver hair. When you’d fallen asleep, you weren’t sure. The two of you had been up late talking into the night when you must have drifted off.

Seokjin would kill you if he found out that you fell asleep before the boy across from you. Well, if the blanket that you had no memory of grabbing that covered you proved anything.

The loud banging starting up again against your door had you springing up from the couch, legs tangling in the blanket and almost sending you toppling over. However, before you could take more than a few steps towards the door, a large hand wrapped around your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.

“V?” Your voice was groggy as you turned to throw a confused look at the boy over your shoulder. V was halfwaly off of the couch now, staring intensely at the door.

“Don’t.” His smooth barritone was deepened with sleep, but the rest of him was alert. Tense.

“Don’t what?” Just as the words left your mouth, the banging started up again and V dragged you backwards until his chest pressed against your back.

His breath quickened. “Don’t answer.”  

“Why?” You could blame the fact that you were still not quite awake yet for the slow processing of your brain.

V’s fingers tightened around your wrist, his warm breath puffing into your hair as he whispered, “Bad guys.”

“Oh.” Now it was your turn to start to panic. “Oh. Do you--”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“I know you’re in there!” The familiar voice had your words freezing in your throat. “The school aready informed me that you didn’t show up to homeroom this morning, so don’t even try to hide!”

All of the tension bled out of you at the sound of Detective Hopper’s shouting passing through the door. And you turned your head to look up at V’s sharp profile. “It’s okay. He’s a detective. He’s a good guy. Well, sometimes.”

V’s brown eyes flickered down to yours and he shook his head vigourously, silver hair flying everywhere. “No one can know I’m here.”

Bang. Bang. Bang. “Don’t make me kick this door down, kid! Because I will!”

You could feel V’s rapid heartbeat pounding through his chest and you nodded slowly and slipped your wrist out of his grip, only to grab his arm and drag him behind you. “Okay, okay. You’ll have to hide then. Because I don’t think he’s lying about kicking the door down.”

V followed behind you without a fight, his long legs keeping up easily as you flew up the stairs. The hallway was a blur and your loud footsteps echoed through the house as you threw open the door to your bedroom. Ignoring the slight mess, you guided the boy over to your closet and held the door open. V paused at the threshold, pupils blown wide as he stared into the dark, enclosed space.

“V, you have to hide.” Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever it was that was going through his mind and he looked over at you in hesitation. “I won’t tell him about you. I promise.”

His bow shaped lips pulled into a frown of confusion. “Promise?”

The fact that he didn’t know the definition of the word didn’t surprise you. Hell, you were starting to get used to his oddities after spending the night together.

“Yes, promise.” You squeezed his arm beneath the grasp you still had on him. “It means something that you can’t break. Ever.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

V’s neck twisted at the sound, bottom lip caught between his teeth. His eyes were conflicted as he glanced back and forth between you and the closet. Though the emotions that flickered through them were too quick for you to decode. Finally, he opened his mouth to let out a small, “Okay.”

His slim frame fit into the closet easily and you sent him a reassuring smile before closing the door.

Downstairs, your socked feet carried you to the front door and you plastered on a look of nonchalance as you swung it open. Detective Sejin Hopper’s closed fist stopped mere inches from ramming into your face. He dropped his arm, throat clearing in embarassment at his almost mistake. But that didn’t take long to turn into anger.

“What are you doing skipping school again, kid?” He rubbed at his jaw before adjusting the square glasses perched on his nose. The boring brown color of his uniform only served to make him blend in with the forest of trees across the street.

Jesus, what was he, your mother?

Feigning an obviously fake cough, you raised your eyebrows at the man. “I’m sick.”

Hopper’s mouth pinched. “Yeah, I’m sure. But apparent lies aside, I’m glad I found you.”

“You are?” You asked slowly, unsure. Since when was that man ever happy to see you? Especially after you super glued all of his little action figures to the floor of his office last year on a dare.

“I am.” Hopped slid his glasses from his face to wipe the lenses down with the hem of his uniform shirt. “Because we found something this morning. Pertaining to your brother.”

The blood in your veins ran cold, stomach dropping to the floor. Your words couldn’t leave your mouth quick enough. “What did you find?”

He nodded at something that you had yet to notice leaning against the side of the house. “That’s his bike, right?”

Your eyes widened, heart caught in your throat at the black bike standing out amongst the brown house siding. You’d recognize that bike anywhere. And even if you didn’t the baseball card that Jungkook had begged your mother to buy him stuck between the rungs of the rear tire would have given it away.

“Where did you find it?” Your hard stare shot back to Hopper. “Did you find Jungkook?”

His look of pity gave you all you needed, but he still felt the need to answer anyway. “No. Not yet. But we found his bike abandoned in a ditch on Maple Street.”

“Maple Street.” You swallowed. “Holy shit.”

Just outside of Maple Street, hidden in the woods, was where the treehouse was built. Where your brother had gone missing. Where you’d found the light on and the trapdoor open, but brushed it aside anyway.

Where you’d found V.

A coincidence was one thing. But all of that together? That wasn’t a coincidence. That was a pattern. One that couldn’t be ignored. Had it really been just a happenstance for V to have been there? Or was he part of the reason why your brother was gone? You didn’t know, but you sure as hell were going to find out.

“Look,” Hopper’s voice brought you out of your thoughts like a bucket of cold water. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of your mom, but I haven’t been able to. So I came here to let you know what we found. We’re putting together a search party this evening and you’re welcome to join.”

You nodded, but you weren’t paying attention to his words anymore, too caught up in your racing thoughts. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate the effort he was putting into finding Jungkook. No, it was the fact that he was barking up the wrong tree. Because you were pretty sure that the answer to your brother’s disappearance lied within the mind of the strange boy hiding in your closet.

An awkward silence engulfed the two of you and Hopper cleared his throat in an attempt to clear the air as well. “It starts at six. We’re planning to start at Maple Street and work our way outwards.”

All you could do was nod yet again.

Another clearing of the throat. “Well, I’ll see you then, I guess.”

Hopper started to descend the steps to the front porch, only to pause halfway down and turn to look at you over his shoulder. “And stop skipping school, kid. Waiting around like this isn’t healthy.”

The closet door flew open so hard that it almost smacked against the wall. Your mouth had been open, ready to ask V just what in the hell was going on when you came to an abrupt halt.

Because sitting with his back pressed up against the wall and his face buried in his knees was the man in question. And when he looked up at your sudden intruision with tear stained cheeks, all of the determination drained out of you. You may not have known him very well, but that didn’t stop the urge to comfort him that hit you like a train. And his red rimmed eyes and splotchy cheeks made you think that maybe he really was as innocent as he portrayed himself to be.

Maybe he had nothing to do with the disappearance of Jungkook. Perhaps it really was all just a coincidence. But you still had questions and lots of them.

“Y/n.” Your name left his mouth in a croak that had you couching down to eye level.

“You okay?”

V nodded and wiped the tears from his cheeks with the sleeves of his borrowed hoodie. Voice softening, you had to resist from reaching out to touch him. “Are you sure?”

He dropped his hands with another short nod of his head, smile straining to reach his eyes. “Promise.”

“Okay.” You lost the battle with yourself and reached out a hand to help him up.

V hesitated for a moment as he eyed your outstretched appendage before he slowly wrapped his fingers around yours, his bigger hand completely engulfing your own. He really did remind you of a child sometimes. From the way he scrubbed at his eyes with sweater paws, to the effort he put in to changing the subject. Distracting you from what he didn’t want you to see.

And that’s how V found himself standing in front of your vanity with fingertips glossing over the pictures taped to the corners of the mirror. You took a moment to observe the way a soft smile overtook his face, profile catching the sunlight drifting in from the half-opened curtains and enhancing the soft slope of his nose. His silver hair stood out against the light yellow painted walls like a fresh canvas. He looked harmless, like he hadn’t appeared out of thin air in a bloodstained t-shirt. Like there weren’t people after his life. Like he--

V froze, fingers ghosting the glossy print of the last photograph. And brown eyes blown wide with recognition. He leaned forward, grabbed the picture and pulled until he tore it from the mirror. With the tape still hanging on for dear life, V brough the photo close to his face.

“V?” You questioned, making your way over to see which picture had caught his attention like that. But as your gaze caught the familiar sight, you paused.

The photo was of you, Jungkook and Jimin seated in a booth at the diner a few minutes bike ride away. You remembered that day clearly. They were having some kind of competition where you’d get a prize if you and two friends managed to finish their Mega Burger. A.K.A. a cheeseburger with sixteen patties stacked high with a large side of fries. And of course, between both your and Jungkook’s bottomless stomachs, and Jimin’s lactose intolerant self handling the bread and fries, you’d managed to completely demolish the challenge.

And got a photograph to commemorate the painful stomach ache.

“V?” You tried again. “What is it?”

But he didn’t answer. Just stared at the picture like he was stuck in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from. Until he lifted a finger almost in slow-motion to press right against Jungkook’s bunny-like smile.

“You know Jungkook?” You placed a hand on V’s shoulder in an attempt to gain his attention, but he didn’t move his eyes from the photo. “Did you see him? Last night? At the treehouse?”

V’s lips parted and he finally, finally glanced down at you. “I-”

“There you are!”

You jumped and whirled around so fast that you almost toppled over. Therefore you missed the way that the bottles of perfume on your vanity wobbled on their own. And the tense, rigid line to V’s shoulders.

“What the hell?” The palm of your hand pressed against your chest like it could help calm the rigourous beating of your heart.

Standing in your bedroom doorway with a metal bat dangling from his hand was Seokjin. And behind him lingering in the hallway were what you could see was the rest of the boys. But your attention was grabbed by the eldest, who was scowling down at you so fiercely that you had to stop yourself from hiding behind V.

“‘What the hell,’ is right!” Seokjin exploded, waving the bat around like it was an extenstion of his arm. “We radio’d you like, ten times already. And when you didn’t answer we assumed he’d killed you!”

The bat was waved in V’s direction, who just stared down his nose at it with nonchalance.

“So we all hurried here as fast as we could,” the man continued his rant, words flying at a milion miles per second. “To find you being all cozy up here! What the hell, Y/n? I told you to do one thing, but you couldn’t even handle that!”

“Would you relax? Damn.” Yoongi cut Seokjin’s rant short by shoving his way past him into the room. “She’s obviously fine.”

The look you sent Yoongi was nothing short of grateful, and he gave you a short nod of his head.

“Glad to see you’re not dead.” Namjoon was the next to practically shove his way past the eldest, who shot him a heated glare in response. But then Namjoon looked V’s way. “What’s he still doing here?”

You tensed. “What do you mean, what’s he still doing here? You know why.”

“Because you think he’s connected to Jungkook? Look, I want to find him just as much as you do.” Namjoon paused to stand next to Yoongi with his arms crossed. “But I don’t think this kid is going to help us do that. Besides--”

“He knows Jungkook.” The words escaped your mouth before you could stop them. V had gone quiet again, just standing at your side like a rigid statue.

“What do you mean?” Hoseok squeezed inside with a curious Jimin following behind. Seokjin had all but given up his post at the door after that.

You shot V a look and pointed to the photograph still clutched in his hand before glancing at the rest of the boys in the room. “He recognized him from that picture.”

Seokjin sighed, not even trying to mask the pitying look on his face. Like he thought you were trying to grasp onto anything that might lead you to Jungkook. “That doesn’t prove anything.”

“Look.” Your jaw clenched in anger at the fact that none of them were believing you. They were going along with it, sure. But they weren’t taking you seriously. “Detective Hopper stopped by earlier because he found Jungkook’s bike abandoned on the side of the road. The same road that’s by the treehouse.

“Do you really think it’s a coincidence that V appeared in the same place that Kook went missing?” You hooked a thumb over your shoulder to point at V. “He said that bad people are after him. Dangerous people. I think that maybe these people took my brother. And that V knows what happened.”

The air in the room weighed heavy.

“Then why won’t he tell us anything?” Namjoon raised his eyebrow at the boy. Silence answered his question and he turned back to you. “See? It’s because he doesn’t know anything.”

“Or,” you argued, “Maybe he’s too afraid to talk.”

Namjoon huffed a laugh. “Yeah? Well maybe he should be. This shit is insane. We need to go to the cops.”

“We can’t!” You threw your arms up in exhasperation. “V said we can’t tell anyone about him or we’ll be put in danger.”

“Danger?” The question came from Jimin, who was running his hand through his hair anxiously. “What kind of danger?”

You paused, nervously meeting every single one of their heavy, disbelieving stares until you finally answered. “Danger, danger. Like being murdered and shoved in a trunk, danger.”

And if you thought the atmosphere was tense before, well, it was even more so now.

“Fuck this.” Namjoon bit out with a shake of his head, already starting for the open door. “We’re going to the cops.”

But he didn’t make it far.

Because the door slammed shut on its own.

And the lock turned without anyone touching it.

“The hell?” Namjoon turned with wide eyes.

And the rest of you followed his gaze to stare at a glaring V.

His lips were tight against the flow of blood spilling from his nose and it dribbled down his chin to drip a red stain on your carpet. But it wasn’t the blood that left you frozen. No, it was the dark look in his narrowed, brown eyes.

“No.”

The scent of cheeseburgers filled the living room from the giant take-out bag of McDonalds perched on the coffee table. But you weren’t paying attention to that. Nor were you following the way V pulled back the wax wrapper on what must have been his fourth cheeseburger. Or at the curious stare he gave the television remote control in his hand.

Neither did you notice the t.v. being switched on and the half-eaten cheeseburger falling from V’s other hand.

Because you were too busy being pinned in place by Namjoon’s hard glare in the kitchen. “Look, I didn’t sign up for this X-Men shit.”

“And I didn’t sign up to deal with your attitude.” You fired back, already sick and tired of being around his negativity. “So if you don’t want to help, then leave.”

The group of you had relocated to the living room a little while ago in order to have more space. And to process just what the hell had happened in your bedroom and get answers. V had gone quiet yet again after pulling a Charles Xavier, seemingly reverting back into himself, his anger disappearing just as fast.

All-in-all, you were pretty freaked out. And while V didn’t try to harm you or anyone else, that didn’t stop the hesitant looks some of the boys shot his way.

“Arguing isn’t gonna solve anything.” Seokjin rubbed at a spot between his eyebrows. He’d been the only one who appeared to have his shit together. Though looks could be decieving.

“Uh, guys?” Jimin’s voice went unheard over the disgruntled noise that left Namjoon.

“Well, we aren’t solving anything by standing around either.”

Yoongi spoke around the cheeseburger he was nibbling on nonchalantely. “You say that like you’re actively helping.”

“No one asked you.” The glare Namjoon sent his elder didn’t affect him whatsoever.

“Guys.” Jimin waved his arms in an attempt to gain everyone’s attention.

Hoseok played with the plastic straw sticking out of his to-go cup of soda. “None of this is helping.”

“Guys!”

“What?” The shouts of all five of you were so loud that Jimin flinched. But he pointed a finger and the rest of your eyes followed until they landed on the object of his interruption.

V was standing in front of the television, his profile illuminated by the soft blue glow. He was staring so intently at the game over that still flashed across the screen even a day later. Crap, you’d forgotten to turn the Atari off.

“Hey, I have that game,” Hoseok unnecessarily commented and everyone ignored him.

“What is it, V?” You asked as you approached, stopping at his side.

But he didn’t look up. Just pointed a slender finger at the pixelated mass of orange lying in a pile at the bottom of the video game floor. “Jungkook.”

That had alarm igniting through your veins like a fire. “What?”

“Superpowers.” Hoseok’s awed whisper came from somewhere behind you, but you didn’t bother to turn.

Gently, you reached out to lay a hand on V’s shoulder. “Did you see him? Do you know where he is?”

V glanced down briefly, just quick enough to meet your questioning stare before he turned back to the television. And dragged his finger to point at the blob of black in the background of the boss level. You remembered it pretty well, seeing as how it was the one place that you’d told Jungkook to take cover behind during the boss battle. V tapped his finger against the screen once, twice, before looking back at you.

“I don’t understand.” You muttered, brow pinched in confusion.

His deep voice hit your ears. “Hiding.”

You swallowed. “Jungkook is hiding?”

V nodded.

Though you weren’t sure what he meant. What he was trying to tell you. So you took a guess. “From the bad men? The ones that are after you?”

V’s eyes glinted in the glow of the television as he shook his head.

“Then from who?”

He turned back to look at the screen and slowly, slowly dragged his finger back across the glass. Only that time he tapped against the wiggling blotch of green with claw-like fingers and no eyes. And you felt your stomach fall to the floor, dread taking its place. Because what V was trying to say was absurd. Right? Maybe you would have doubted him if you hadn’t seen him move shit with his mind.

But now? Yeah, now you knew you couldn’t excuse away the impending unease. Because if V was telling the truth, then Jungkook was in a lot more danger than you’d thought.

#bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub #bts #bts fic #taehyung #taehyung fic #Seokjin #yoongi #namjoon #hoseok #jimin #jungkook

[pikachu78109]

Idk, I feel like writing something dramatic or maybe something depressing. Some of the topics are not suitable for Wooloo, so if you feel uncomfortable or anything, then by all means skip this headcanon/reader insert/long read post. Anyway, there’s not really a specific theme, but if I had to pick one, it would be abusive relationships. This will be if the Galar characters were being abused and their s/o trying to help them out.

On a side note, I am taking break from writing any requested SWSH headcanons, seeing that my inbox has a lot right now. I’m trying to post as many HC’s as I can, but it will take awhile given that I am busy with upcoming finals in college and other things outside of social media. So, ask for your patience as I am doing all that I can to get more requested SWSH headcanons out and finished. With that said, let’s get onto the post.

Milo

-You didn’t really suspect anything happening much to Milo. I mean, Milo is a very sweet guy who loves to tend to his farm and his flowers. His Pokémon always feel relaxed around him and, so far, nothing really interesting has happened until a few months later. For some reason, you started to notice a few things that you knew deep down wasn’t like Milo. For starters, he wasn’t going outside as much. As a farmer, Milo has always been working outdoors, tending to the fields and the Wooloo alongside with his Eldegoss and Yamper. So, it didn’t sit right with you that Milo wasn’t present during the day time. Regardless, you try to think up a reason as to why he isn’t outside. Maybe he’s been dealing with a lot of Gym Challengers? Perhaps he’s caught a nasty cold? However, over time, these assumptions started to fade out and you clearly tell that something was wrong. Surprisingly, you spotted Milo the other day out in the fields, carrying bales of hay. Strangely, you noticed he had a blank, almost too concentrated look on his face. Which is out of the blue, because Milo always smiles when he works.

Taking an even closer look, you noticed how tight his scarf was tied around his neck, almost too tight that you started to worry. His mannerisms were another that drastically changed. Milo has gotten to be very quiet, almost too afraid to speak when being approached by someone. He wouldn’t even look at them in the eye. It suddenly dawned on you that Milo has been trying his hand at dating, something of which you could remember him saying to you once. Apparently, he met someone who has the same interests as he does and, not too long after, they became a couple. It happened so fast that you started to wonder if Milo might be having relationship trouble with his partner. After all, whenever you see them go on dates, you can tell there was something...off about the person Milo was dating. They wouldn’t pay attention to Milo and would get annoyed pretty quickly over the most trivial things that Milo do. You tried asking Milo if everything is alright, but he would reply by saying, “Everything is fine. They just had a bad day,”

Which, deep down, you know is false. Their sudden annoyances with Milo suddenly turned into something dangerous. While you would take your nightly stroll through Turffield, you could hear audible yelling coming Milo’s house just a few blocks away. Outside, you could see Milo’s Eldegoss and Wooloo huddled by the door, quivering in fear of what’s going inside. Knowing that Mill always puts a spare key underneath his welcome mat, you quickly opened the front door and dashed upstairs to Milo’s room. Upon opening the door, you could see Milo on the floor, holding his neck protectively as his partner looms over him, a belt in their hand. Immediately, you pushed the abuser away from Milo and stood over the gentle giant’s body. Before the abuser could do anything, you got out your Butterfree and told it to use String Shot, which luckily tied them down instantly. After calling the cops and getting Milo’s now ex-partner our of their life, you can only hope for a speedy recovery for Milo. When Milo comes to, you noticed the bruises implanted on his neck and understood why he tied his scarf so tightly. All you could for Milo was help him get up and move him towards his bed to get him to lie down. Milo looks at you in a tearful gaze, but mutters his gratitude. He also apologizes for not being honest about his situation and blames himself for not doing so sooner. However, all you tell Milo is that everything is okay now and they are here to help him in whatever they can. Appreciating this, Milo reaches his hand to caress your cheek and smiles gently as he wants to kiss you badly. Knowing this, you bend down to give him a kiss on the cheek and promise to stay by his side no matter what.

Piers

-As a Dark type user and singer, Piers has attracted a few fans. You were one of them who enjoys listening to your friend’s music and would stop by to help write new songs with him. Unbeknownst to you, there was news spreading around Spikemuth that Piers was in a relationship with someone. At first, you were confused, because Piers made no mention about being in a relationship. Still, being a supportive friend nonetheless, you feel happy for him. It wouldn’t be until a few months that you started to see less of Piers. Even Marnie herself told you that Piers has been coming home late at night and wouldn’t bother telling anyone where he was or what he has been doing. However, you manage to brush that off as something typical that Piers would do. You and Piers would sneak off all the time late at night to see any concerts that were playing. So, it didn’t bother you much when Marnie told you this. Instead, you would reassure her that this is Piers and that he always comes home late. Fast forward a few more months and you suddenly got word from a Team Yell member that Piers has cancelled one of his upcoming concerts. Assuming that he might have a caught a cold or might be busy with anything relating to the Gym Challenge, you also brushed that off.

After awhile, you finally come across Piers as he’s making one of his late night excursions. You catch up to him and, for some reason, he ignores you. His body language appeared tense, stiff even. Getting a good look at his face, you noticed how his eyes have bags underneath them and that he looked a lot more pale than usual. What caught your eye the most was the bandages on his hands and a few Band-Aids on his cheek and chin. You wondered to yourself: “Did Piers get into a huge fight with someone?” Asking this, you were met with a sharp tongue from Piers who tells you to piss off and that it’s none of your business. Feeling a bit hurt, you took a bold step forward and grabbed Pier’s arm, preventing him from walking away. You start ask questions, which Piers stubbornly refuses to answer. With each reply, you could pick up hint of fear and urgency in his tone, which prompts you to wrap your arms around Piers’s skinny waist, hugging him tightly. This was unlike you. You weren’t the most affectionate person nor someone who begged or pleaded. But seeing Piers, a close friend whom you hold near and dear to your heart, act like this...it scared the hell out of you.

Piers would gently remove your arms around his waist and turn to look at you. This time, his eyes were pleading for you to stop and to leave him alone. Before you could say anything, Piers runs out of sight. Not wanting to give up, you followed Piers deep within Spikemuth, until eventually you saw Piers enter an abandoned building, not too far from the city’s exit. The building looks really dilapidated but it still harbored a few Galarian Zigzagoons and neighboring Toxals. You entered the property and could hear a few muffled voices coming from upstairs, along with some headache inducing music. Walking up the stairs carefully, you could smell a faint scent of something foul, which you immediately knew was marijuana. Spikemuth has its fair share of drug dealers so the smell shouldn’t come to a surprise. What did surprise you was the fact that you saw Piers enter a unlocked room, where he was greeted by shouts and some slurred speech. Treading behind quietly, you peered through the doorway to see Piers being shoved down harshly on worn mattress, the shirt off his back exposing his skinny frame.

Moving your eyes, you noticed someone standing over him, their voice loud and dominanting over the metal music. Putting the pieces together, you realized that this Piers was messed up s/o, someone who hides their time getting drunk and high while treating Spikemuth’s Gym Leader like a piece of sh*t. You noticed the bottle they were holding in their hand, the contents of which were emptied. By the time your eyes blinked, you heard the sound of glass breaking and a painful cry being let loose being followed up with insults and swearing. Not wanting to listen to this any longer, you grabbed your Pokéball that you always carried with you and brought out your Morpeko. By opening the door with just your foot, you immediately tell your Morpeko to use Nuzzle, which manages to paralyze Piers abusive s/o. Taking a look at Piers, you noticed the glass shards on his body and the specks of blood that appeared on his arms, chest, and bottom lip. After calling the police and having them arrest the abuser, you cleaned up Piers and waited beside him for an ambulance to arrive to take him to the hospital. Piers looks at you with a saddened yet grateful expression, his eyes locked onto yours. He grips your hand tightly until your knuckles are turned white and apologizes profusely as you held him. You shushed gently and brush his bangs out of his face while saying he’s safe and that he needs to stay still. You give him a kiss to soothe his nerves and quietly wait for help to aid Piers. With all that had happened, you never regretted following Piers that night and you certainly will always take what concerns people may have into account.

Raihan

-You knew that Raihan is a popular social media star when he isn’t taking on Gym Challengers. With every app, you follow him on every platform and like his posts, which mostly consisted of him taking selfies or blogging about the latest fashion trends that he came across. Being a close friend, you would joke about Raihan’s fashion choices or selfies because you knew how ridiculous Raihan’s hobbies can be at times. However, in this particular instance, you were pretty shocked to see a photo with an update that Raihan suddenly acquired a s/o thanks to whatever dating app he’s been using for awhile. You’re not against Raihan dating, since you know that being a Gym Leader can be pretty hectic but, regardless, you thought nothing of Raihan surprising announcement. With the weeks that followed, you noticed a lot of selfies of Raihan and his s/o, mainly consisting of cute couple poses, matches outfits, and just general romantic moments that can make you say ‘Aww!’ or make you eye roll. You were both. This string of selfies continued for a couple of months until they started to slow down unexpectedly. By the time another months has passed, Raihan somehow stopped updating his social media and hasn’t uploaded a selfie in days. This started to worry you because Raihan isn’t the kind of person who do this.

Not wanting to assume the worst, you figured maybe that Raihan was dealing with Gym Challengers, maybe he lost his Rotom Phone charger for the umpteenth time, or perhaps he might spending more time with his s/o, the latter of which you went with. Over the weeks, Raihan’s lack of presence started to gain some traction to the fans that follow him, including yourself. Because of this, you tried calling multiple times in hopes that he’ll pick up, even texted him twice a day since you were beginning to get more worried than ever. Unfortunately, your calls and messages would fail to come through because, for some reason, your number has been blocked. This was strange to you, because Raihan doesn’t block any close friends and relatives that he talks to regularly. Unless they did something wrong... But haven’t seen Raihan weeks, so there is no way you did something wrong in front of Raihan that was deserving of a blocked contact. Wanting to get to the bottom of this, you headed over to Raihan’s place to be up front and direct about it. You were worried, but also kind of ticked that he would block you without a giving a reason why.

As you approached his place, you could hear awful yelling coming inside his apartment that was accompanied with Raihan yelling back. His voice sounded off, like he was in pain and on the verge of tears, which didn’t sit right at all with you. You hesitated a bit but knocked on the door twice loudly. A brief moment of silence ensued. Stepping back, you heard the door open but only half way. You looked up to see Raihan peeking from behind the door, his face suddenly turned surprised to find his close friend standing opposite to him. You ask if he was doing okay and why he unexpectedly blocked you on his phone. From the background, you hear scuffling and sharp voice coming from behind Raihan. He winced at the tone and looked back you, flashing a smile that hardly looked genuine. Raihan apologized for the blocked contact and promises to unblock you soon before shutting the door completely, leaving you standing in the empty corridor. You nearly cried when Raihan did that...

That evening, you laid in bed with your Rotom Phone at your side, waiting to be unblocked by Raihan. As minutes turned to hours, you decided to look through his social media again, hoping to see if Raihan updated his selfies. As you did, you heard a loud banging coming from downstairs that caused you to jolt out of bed. Hurrying downstairs, you headed for your door with which the banging continued. Opening it up, you were surprised to see Raihan standing outside, breathless and shaking tremendously. Not wanting him to stand in that spot for too long, you pulled him inside and quickly closed and locked the door. As you turned around, you were greeted with Raihan hugging you tightly in a Bewear grasp, shuddering breath after breath in mixture of fear and relief. You asked what happened and Raihan confesses what has happened during the passed few months. Apparently the person who Raihan was dating was very controlling and domineering, who would constantly look through Raihan’s phone while he wasn’t present, and was the one who blocked you from Raihan’s contacts. Realizing this, you asked Raihan where this person was. He replied that his s/o went out after another one of their yelling matches, which caused Raihan to get hit on the face more times than he cared to count. He managed to get his Duraludon to knock his s/o out and contacted the police to arrest them on the account of domestic violence.

As Raihan is still shaking, you guided him into the kitchen where you got him a glass of water. Taking him upstairs to your room, you lied him down on your bed and took off his orange headband and unzipped his hoodie. You never seen Raihan like this before and it deeply upsets you that someone so confident and strong was being harmed by someone else behind closed doors. You gently kissed Raihan and told him that he did the right thing and that he is safe. Raihan asks if he could hold you, which you obliged. By being wrapped in his arms, you feel Raihan starting to calm down, but still feel tense and on edge. You rub his arms and pepper him with kisses with which he welcomes. Raihan vows to never use dating apps ever again because of that experience and wishes that he could’ve been more wary and careful with his actions. But, in the moment as he held you close, Raihan realizes that he made the right choice of seeking your help when he needed it most.

Hop

-You knew Hop when the two of you were younger and started on the Gym Challenge together at the same time. You two were pretty close and had the same interests. When you were apart from him, Hop would text you updates on what he was doing and how his journey is going. You know, the usual Trainer stuff. So, it would come to a surprise to you that Hop announced that he was dating someone. At first, you were hesitant to believe this because you have been harboring feelings for Hop for quite awhile. But seeing that Hop did not pick up any of your signs, you decided to not be bitter about this and congratulated Hop and his first relationship. You kept wondering to yourself if Hop told Leon as well, seeing that the two brothers would talk about to each other every now and then. Still, you went about your journey and decided that Hop’s relationships were his business and not yours. You would meet up with Hop at times to battle and you would notice a sudden change in attitude towards him. At first, he would appear pretty amped up and ready to battle but recently, Hop has been more... subdued. His battling technique was starting to falter more easily and his usual can-do attitude no longer felt present during the battle. You assumed if Hop was defeated by either a Gym Leader or another Trainers, possibly Bede, who knows? Hop would tell you not worry about it and to keep pushing forward.

For a moment, you accepted what Hop said and that he can shoot a text to you at any time. Further along into your journey, Hop wouldn’t text as often and this continued well passed the Gym Challenge after you saved all of Galar and defeated Leon in battle. Your phone would remain dead silent and wouldn’t be bombarded with any of Hop’s texts. It started to concern you on what was going on and if Hop was doing okay at all. You decided to try calling him but he would never pick up. Figuring that maybe Leon might know what’s going on, you asked him via text if he noticed a sudden change in Hop’s behavior. Surprisingly, Leon has picked up on Hop’s change of character and has multiple times tried to get Hop to talk to him, but Hop wouldn’t be responsive and would shut everyone out, including their mum who was greatly worried. With this fount of information, you headed over to Hop’s place in hopes of getting him to open up.

Upon arrival, you immediately scaled the stairs towards Hop’s room and opened his bedroom to find him in bed with the blankets over his head. Walking over, you lightly tapped his covered head and told him to show himself and that they needed to talk. Hop refuses and pulls the blanket tightly around him. This causes you feel frustrated and you manage to wrestle the blanket off of him. What you didn’t expect to see was Hop’s tear streaked face and disheveled hair and rumpled pajamas. His Rotom Phone laid there next to his pillow, the screen displaying an in text conversation with which seemed endless. Hop tells you to go away and that he is busy, but you ignored his wishes and quickly grabbed his phone. Scrolling through the conversation, you noticed how the messages started to become vicious and hard to read. There were many insults made about Hop, comparing him to his brother and even messages pointing out his flaws and insecurities as a Trainer. Looking back at Hop, you noticed that he pulled his blanket over his head again and could soft, choked sobbing underneath. Sitting down close to him, you gently tugged the blanket down to see Hop’s weeping face and gently tilted his face to look at you. You asked who he was texting and when he answer his s/o, you immediately blocked and deleted the person from his contacts.

Hop asks why you did that, with which you responded that this person has no right to insult or berate him like that. That all the things they said to him were lies and nothing more. Hop looks at the phone, his eyes fresh with tears, as he mutters self-deprecating comments about himself and that everything his now ex-s/o had said about him was true. You put Hop’s phone down and cup his face and gave him a kiss on the lips. Surprised, Hop pulls back and asks why you did that just now. You reply by saying that relationships are supposed to be loving and genuine and the relationship that Hop was in had none of that. You also confess your feelings to Hop, saying that you knew him for so long that you know who he is and the kind of awesome Trainer he has grown to be. Hop will doubt your words, but does try to see the trust in what you just said. He knows you do mean it, he just hopes that he’s able to see it for himself after dealing with so much.

Leon

-Being the former Champion of Galar, Leon has a lot of time opened up to him. Of course, he still gets recognized everywhere he goes, which is to be expected, and sometimes he attracts the media as well. You sort of expected this to happen to your friend and find it kind of hilarious that Leon is still prominent a month after his defeat. And given the time he spends at the Battle Tower, you haven’t seen much of him lately. It wouldn’t be until after a few months that Leon has texted you that he met someone at the Battle Tower and that they have been talking and hanging out quite a lot. You thought nothing of it and told him that it’s great. After a few weeks, Leon then released a text that he’s in a relationship with this person. You offer him your congratulations and carried on with your business. Knowing that Leon is a busy guy, you don’t get many texts from him. And since he has acquired a s/o, his texts start becoming a scarcity with which you find somewhat normal, if not typical for Leon.

That said, you often wonder what he was doing and question if he really is busy at all. Even so, you didn’t want to worry yourself sick about Leon’s whereabouts, because again, it wasn’t any of your business. During the weeks that followed, you suddenly got a surprising text from Leon asking if he could hang out a bit at your place. You said okay and, within an hour, Leon arrives. When you open the door to let him in, you noticed that he looked a bit...off? His hair was sort of messy (then again, it always looked messy) and the hoodie and pajama bottoms weren’t something he usually wore. You asked if he’s feeling alright, and he replies with a quick yes and comes in. He grabs your hand and leads you away from the door, heading into your bedroom. He flops down on your bed and curls up in a ball and...goes to sleep. Taking a closer look, you noticed that he did look more tired than usual and tucked him regardless of your confusion. By the time he woke up, Leon wonders where you went and begins to frantically search your place to find you. Eventually, he finds you in the backyard, gathering laundry with your Wooloo and you turn to see him standing outside the back door, looking a bit frazzled yet panicked. Coming over, you once again asked if he was okay, and once again Leon says that he’s fine and that he didn’t know where you were.

After a few awkward minutes of no talking, you went back to your laundry. Behind you, you heard Leon’s footsteps come closer and felt his arms wrap around your waist tightly. He leaned his head down to give you a kiss and by that point, you moved away. You told him that he had someone and that he shouldn’t be this close to you. Embarrassed, Leon begins to apologize profusely and says he didn’t know what came over him at that moment. Taking your laundry basket, you headed over to your Wooloo and picked the sheep Pokémon up and placed the fluff bean in your basket of warm clothes. You headed back inside where Leon quickly follows. By that point, you started to lose patience and placed your laundry basket down on your bed and turned to face Leon, looking a bit aggravated. Once again, you ask what Leon’s deal is; why he’s acting like this all of a sudden. Without wanting to further your annoyance with him, Leon begins to take off his hoodie, revealing a few bruises and cut marks on his shoulders and chest.

You are taken aback by these injuries and began asking him questions to what happened to him. Leon responds by telling you not to worry and that he can handled a few cuts and scrapes. On the contrary, you disagreed and hurried to find the first aid kit. As you began to leave, Leon grabs your hand and pulls you back to him, holding you still and gazing down at your with pleading eyes. He says that he can take care of himself and that he had a few disagreements with his s/o a few days ago, but backed it up that it was his fault for ticking them off. Realizing this, you urged Leon to not go back to them afterwards and to stay out. He initially refuses but hears your voice harden with worry. Eventually, he does what he is told. Placing Leon on the bed, you grabbed your phone and call the police to report a case of domestic violence and, after awhile, you hang up to turn your attention back to Leon, who was petting your Wooloo during this. His appearance was hard to look at, especially his face and how almost panic/frightened they appeared before. But, given that he came to you after dealing with his now ex-s/o’s wrath, you’re just glad that he’s here now, safe and sound.

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