#h back at it again w ugly shit posts :)

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{my collage roommate pt3}

!!YJW!!

Summary:u entered collage everything was going amazing u had your bs with u but there was one problem ur collage roommate... (also there is a plot twist about heeseung and jungwon there not as close as u think)

Warnings: cussing bad grammar 💀 smut‼️‼️‼️‼️

Don’t read if u don’t like smuts 💀 and yuh I think that’s it

Recap:

“What are you doing “

“Dw about it you couldn’t give a fuck less right”

Jungwon held u back locked the door and pinned you to the wall

“What makes u think your going over there princess “

U just looked at him in shock mouth opening to say saying yet nothing came out u got shivers down your spine when u felt his hands go down more to your waist

“What’s wrong your not as potty anymore”

He looked at you and then got close to your ear you could hear him breath against you you felt him nibble on your ear a little before he faced you again

“You should sleep it’s getting late princess “

He just left you there stunned completely stunned and you did what he told you but you just couldn’t sleep not after that so did u get any sleep like how he told you no not at all not one but if sleep

//TIME SKIP TO 2 WEEKS LATER \\

After that party and your interaction with heeseung and jungwon it was awkward kinda but with jungwon he was more flirty now and so when another party came up you knew you had to find the sexy ist dress ever

{at the party}

Jungwon had been eyeing you up and down all night while on the other hand heeseung had been avoiding you all night u were a bit upset at the fact u and heeseung couldn’t be normal anymore so u trired to go up to him that’s until someone tapped u and u saw three girls staring one wearing they exact same black short bidazeld dress

“Hey u must be y/n right “u don’t recognize her at all so u just look up and down and nod “that’s wonderful to know your the ugly-”and right then and there she takes her cup and pores it all over you and now everyone is looking “bitch Jungwons been sleeping with””WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM “u scream seeing jungwon rush thru the crowed looking at u with eyes of sadness and worry but turned to Yuji and got pissed off

“Idk WTF is your problem but even if I am fucking jungwon so what “ everyone’s gasps going around now phones out recording Jungwons just smirking but you find heeseung looking unamused and leaving “ha I knew you were a slut” then jungwon starts to step up to help you “yk what Yuji I think your just posted at the fact jungwon caught you sleeping with his best friend and now he’s fucking me someone’s who’s not actually a fucking whore bag “ she picks her arm up to slap you jungwon stoping her and throwing her hand away while making her stumble a back “ofc the hero comes in to save the day but not what’s in his pants right cause he can never keep it up right “ he gets visibly angry pushing her back “ you know what Yuji say stupid shit like but just cause you didn’t want people to know your a cheating whore who got stds and just likes to use guys for a quick fuck I mean cmon now we both know I’m the best dick you’ve ever had and the girls I did sleep with they all know I left them fucked dumb after “

She looked completely stunned everyone whispering calling her gross a whore a liar a skank a thot a slut but as for jungwon he grabed you and drove you guys both home the entire way you guys said nothing but when u guys did get home he told you to shower and then we could watch a movie as he grabed your alcohol covered hair and kissed your forehead softly

//AFTER //

after your shower so you stepped out but without thinking you got dressed up wearing a see thru tank top and botty shorts you went out to the living room seeing jungwon he was focused on the tv then tired his head slowly “hey y/-“ his eyes were wide looking at you skating every pice of you immediately getting a hard on and it didnt help the fact the your nipples were also hard cause you it was cold “u-um w-w-what movie do you want to watch” he said awkwardly smiling “

After awhile you ended up choosing a horro movie and everyone u would jump letting jungwon see your boobs bounce and close together was not making it easy at all but he finally had had enough so he paused the tv looking at you “what the fuck won why’d you pau-“ he grabbed your hair in a bunch pulling it a little but not to much where it would hurt “you think I wouldn’t notice you wearing something so slutty huh would you u probably wanted me to look and you and you boobs right you slut “he said and started to lower the strap on you tank top letting go of your hair”ju-jungwon idk what your talking ab-“he stuffed your hole boob in his mouth sucking and nibbleing hitting and starting to leave hickys.”tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop tell me you don’t want me to fuck you sensless and fill your little pussy huh”you didn’t say anything but squirming and moaning under his touch “that’s what I thought now why don’t we see your pretty little cunt “he took off your shorts and liked a thin strip on your underwear making you moan and grab his hair “Wonnie please””please what baby mm I barley did anything yet” you didn’t say anything just wined “I need to know what you want baby or I can’t give it to you okay” you just stared at him but gave in cause how could you not “p-please won need you need you to fuck me “ he removed your panties looking at your dripping cunt making you embarrassed closing your legs while looking away “ah ah ah keep them open princess don’t ever feel like you need to hide this pretty Pussy from me “ he opend your legs about to go down on you but you couldn’t wait you didn’t know why you were so impatient “no w-wait”. “What is if baby” “I DONT wanna be probed please just fuck me please jungwon I need you so bad please wonnie “ he took his grey sweats off and his white t Lilly out his dick and he wasn’t wrong but Yuji was he had the prettiest dick ever he was thick and long and pretty so pretty you needed it so bad “what my princess wants she gets “he took his dick out lining up his tip pushing in little by little he stretched you out so you definitely needed some time but your wetness was making it super easy for the both of you “baby I’m gonna move now okay tell me if it hurts “he started thrusting in you feeling so good “ah jungwon omg so good please faster “he cupped your tits in his handing pumping in and out of you playing with your nipples and ther going to you big leaving hickys on you you were on cloud 9 “ugh baby your pussy feels so g-good this pussy is mine only mine “y-yes omg don’t stop please “ he was going harder making you a moaning mess atp you didn’t care if the neighbors heard you cause this was they best fuck of your life ever “no one’s g-gonna fuck this tight little pussy like I can huh” “all mine no one else is “ you could tell he was close and so were you you were so close if all felt to good “o-omg wonnie i CANT hold it f-Fels to good I-I’m gonna cum “ he kissed you sticking your forwards together intertwining fingers “it’s okay baby cum for me and with that you came undon leaving u speechless you swear you saw white feeling your cum gushing out of you but jungwon still hadn’t came leaving you starting to get a bit senator but you could tell he was so close to “ah y/n I’m so close where do you want me to come “ “please cum in me please “ you were getting close to your second orgasam hearing jungwon moan was sending you “ah ah I’m gonn- and with that you and him both came you for you second time and leaving you both outta breath panting and sweating he pulled out and sat next to you giggling a little “what’s so funny “you said outta breath “ nothing just that we have to go clean up now “”ughhhh I don’t wanna can we js go cuddle “ “it’s okay I’ll clean up my baby “ “ I love you jungwon “ “ me too y/n I love you so much “

//after shower//

You and jungwon just spent the rest of the night cuddling while you fell asleep on his chest as he drew shapes on your skin ……………….

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LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS WANT A PART FOR FINAL FOR THIS OR IF YOU GUYS WANNA END IT LIKE THIS SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT ITS EXAMS I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THIS TYYY

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Jrjrhrhdh woke up had a dream about eddie my beloved eddie munson!!!

Can't remember all of it but a highlight was when we were hanging out and I started throwing little things at him peices of paper or something and he slowly turned toward me (like that scene with Dustin in the last episode) and I just k n e w he was gonna tickle me so of course I kept doing it to mess with him and he smirked at me oh my g o s h and and then AND THEN I was w a k I n g up BEFORE he even tickled me😭😭 but honestly even without tickles that dream was amazing hwmbshejw

13 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

#4

Asked for tickles from my boyfriend (ie hid some of my face and quietly asked him if he minded "doing the thing" and like before that he had kinda been tickling me just tiny bits but after I asked he goes "I knew you wanted me to do that" like I had just proved him right and then he did cause hes sweet and amazing and hrnwhhe but later I looked at him and I said "how did u know I wanted u to do the thing" and he said it was how I was giggling when he hadn't even done anything and I was like man OK fair enough that'll do it

But yeah he's great he's getting rly good at tickling me cause it took a hot second cause a lot of people go for hard squeezes and pokes but those don't work well for me, like 1 or 2 is fine but then they just hurt, i prefer light touches like scribbles and stuff, and we've talked about this (he knows I like being tickled) and he's getting so good at it like I can tell he's picking up on what spots r more ticklish and what spots I rly like and what like ways to tickle me like ugh he does this rly light pinching thing and that shit tickles so bad it's amazing and like just generally he's getting rly good at it.

And when he tickles me he looks at me a lot like I'm cute or something idk it's just there's something in his face and the way he's looking at me that flutters me so damn bad like I already tend to cover my face when he tickles me but I'll like open my eyes and he's looking at me andbhanshwjwh

Sp yeah that's me once again going on and on about my not-ler-boyfriend making his lee-girlfriend a very happy gal

19 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

#3

T community! I have an announcement!

If you think your laugh is ugly, your wrong ❤️

Literally laughter is such a good sound and the fact that everyone's sounds different is amazing it's like our own little happy music yknow.

I struggle with my laugh when I'm tickled cause I don't think it's very cute, it's rly wheezy and generally just not what I expected ig, but I'm trying to like it, cause it's such a happy sound, why would anyone hate such a happy sound

So yeah, just remember that ur laugh is so gosh darn cute I don't care if ur loud or quiet or giggly or wheezy or if u snort or giggle or squeal or if you sound like an elephant singing the blues cause it's literally such a pretty sound

29 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#2

I like the idea of gojo tickling his students and stuff cause we know he would bruh and that is so adorable but I also think that if they ever tried to get him back that hed turn off his infinity juuuuust a little to let them have a little fun before wrecking the shit out of them after

this headcanon is platonic!

29 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Man back tickles destroy me every time. I love them so much. They're not even nearly as bad as half my places but they're so cozy and soft and giggly. And then they stray too far to ur side to rly get u goin for a second. Mmm. I just love back tickles so much

218 notes - Posted October 9, 2022

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[abiik]

cheng: [w his medic bag]

zoe: [bleeding out]

yin: FIX HER!!!!!

cheng: [narrows eyes @ zoe]

zoe: [narrows eyes @ cheng]

yin: SHE'S GONNA DIE!!!!

cheng: bitch.

zoe: motherfucker :D

cheng: [finally begins patching her up]

#h talks. #oc: zhi cheng #oc: zoe huang #oc: zhi yin #i almsot forget cheng was the medic of the group but eoxnwokx lookie here #it's funny bc like basically on youxiong zoe gets hurt SO FUCKING MUCH she is getting hurt all the time #bc of how she hasnt gotten used to the atmosphere as a native of earth #& cheng is like oh fuckin fuck xian what the fuck why dont you just STOP #as she launches herself into another fucking fistfight #that she is only going to win bc ppl on youxiong cant win a dirty smackdown bc they dont wanna get their silks all messy #HELCJELXIEKKC #& cheng only lets her suffer a lil bc he wants her to ~learn her lesson~ #he actually cares a lot about what happens to her #he thinks it's so fucking stupid that she does this and he cries like a baby when she gets REALLY hurt & pulls a hero stunt u know #pretends he DOESNT when she comes out of it okay & his healing WORKS #cheng cares a lot about zoe & she cares a lot about him #she adopts him as a baby brother and he is like Ew but also I LOVE U SHIJIE [UGLY SOBBING NOISES] NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN #h back at it again w ugly shit posts :)

[byuntrash101]

PARAPHILIA - Part 1

Pairing: Dom!Baekhyun x You

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, smuttt

Tags: strong dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, name calling (slut is used a lot), deepthroat, body writing, toys and more~~

Raiting: +18 (more like 21+ 🤪)

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Apparantly, the new intern has a crush on you. And it's making your boyfriend Baekhyun jealous... Very jealous...

A/N: First chapter💃!! I’m excited to show you this project! Never hesitate to give me feedback my asks are always open and seeing your reactions make me SO happy💖! I hope you’ll enjoy!! -Cat😽

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Paraphilia #1 : SADISM, Inflicting pain to others.

W R O N G   F E E L S  R I G H T

"Aaaah" you say as you feel the hot tea on your tongue. It's jasmine green tea, your favorite. You sit there in the dining room enjoying the warm sun of the afternoon. It's so relaxing, so nice after a stressful week of work. The new intern is very nice, but god is he a handful. He's just always full of energy but at least he is willing and wants to learn properly. But forming him is quite tiring. So enjoying this quiet time here is nice.

"Babe can you come over here?" you hear the voice of your boyfriend resonate from upstairs. You sigh and frown, annoyed. But you still decide to go see him.

He's in his office, probably playing the piano or practicing his singing skills. He was in there since early morning. You never questioned his wacky sleep schedule. Like he always says: "inspiration doesn't wait". You knew that from the beginning... He's an artist.

You push open the door and he's there on his computer frowning. What's wrong? You ask yourself as you pick up right away that something is off. You walk closer and see he's on your Facebook profile.

"Who's that?" he asks without a glance to you, pointing a finger to the picture of a recently added friend.

"It's Taeyong the new intern, I told you about him" you say in a chuckle. So that's what's wrong with him. He's jealous, you think smiling.

"How do you find him?" he still doesn't look at you.

"Huh? I mean he is pretty smart which makes things easier, but overall, he has a lot to learn it's only normal when you are fresh out of school. I mean when I started, I-" but Baekhyun interrupts you.

"I don't mean it like this! Do you think he’s... attractive?" you can't help but laugh at the ridiculous question. Finally, Baekhyun looks at you but it's only to shoot you a death glare. You stop and bite your lips trying not to laugh again.

"I mean... Of course I can't say he's ugly but I-" Before you can continue your boyfriend rips the black bob off his head and throws it on the desk. He immediately brushes back his blond hair, running his fingers through it. You flinch. Shit, he's actually upset about this.

"What about this?" he switches to another tab on the computer. This time it's your Instagram page. He clicks on the most recent post. It's a selfie you posted last week when you went out with Baekhyun, you liked your makeup that day and thought it was instagramable.

"What about it?" You genuinely ask. Your boyfriend sighs, frustrated.

"TYdragon95, is it his username?" Baekhyun asks, his tone has changed from cold to angered, you swiftly look at him, he's clenching his jaw.

"Yes I suppose so, he was born in 1995, so yeah probably..."

"Yeah of course it's him... he liked every single one of your pictures..."

Baekhyun proceeds to scroll to the other photos and it's true. His username is under every single one of them.

"Well, no, he didn't like the pictures where we are together..." he says in a cynical tone. You stand there next to him, silent, what could you possibly reply? Baekhyun chuckles coldly.

"He's probably, right now imagining you under him, his hand in his pants..." he whistles between greeted teeth. You laugh nervously.

"Hyunie, don't be stupid... he's just a guy I work with" you say fidgeting with your fingers. You know this mood. You know how angry your boyfriend can get.

"Really? Huh?" Baekhyun says, finally getting up from his chair. He stands right in front of you, only a couple centimeters (1in) separate the both of you. You are intimidated. He's so much taller than you...

"Baekhyun, please" you say in a pleading tone while taking a step back. Baekhyun steps closer.

"Baby girl do you like him?" he says in a low husky voice, sending shivers down your spine. Once again, you step back and he steps closer. You step back again, and he follows you, making you backup against the cold wall of his office, almost falling on the drums on your left.

"Baekhyun don't be ridiculous... I-"

"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!!" he yells throwing his palm on the wall next to your face. Your breath is hitching your throat.

"No Babe! Of course, not. I only love you" you say your voice trembling.

"Is this true?" his tone is somewhat softer. He leans in, inching his face close to yours.

"Yes..." you say softly, almost whispering.

"Maybe I have to remind you who you belong to"

You feel goosebumps in the nape of your neck. You know exactly what he means...

"Go in the room and wait for me there" with that he removes his hand and you quickly leave the room without daring looking at him. Without any detours you go straight to your room and sit on the king-sized bed.

You feel a familiar tingly feeling rise in your lower stomach. You don't even have time to think that your hand travels on its own to your crotch. As soon as your fingers press on your core the door slams open.

Baekhyun chuckles coldly, looking you up and down.

"You little slut you couldn't even wait for me, could you?" he walks quickly to you and yanks hard on your arm to make you stand. You wince in pain.

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry daddy." You whimper. Suddenly he flips you over and makes you lay over his lap with your butt up. Without much consideration he roughly pulls up your t-shirt dress. His hand rests delicately over your clothed bottom as you are still wearing your baby blue laced panties. Gently, he strokes your butt cheeks with his thumb.

"Baby girl, you need a little reminder that you belong to daddy and daddy only. So, I have to punish you, you understand that, right?" he says as he slowly pulls down your lace panties. You simply nod quietly.

"So, baby girl I'm going to spank you 15 times and you will say thank you to each one of them. Understood?"

"Yes daddy" you say, already bracing for impact.

You feel his cold hand lift up from your skin. Then you hear the loud noise. Full force spanking your tiny ass. Lastly, you feel the pain, make you scream at the very first strike. It just started but already you feel the tingly feeling in your lower stomach grow.

"I didn't hear you baby"

"Thank you, daddy." You whimper.

"Good girl" Right away he spanks you again. You scream again, already your butt is burning. You can't help but to moan in between each scream. You feel each nerve of your sensitive skin.

"Thank you, daddy"

Baekhyun spanks again until he reaches 15. Your ass is raw,  the pain feels so good, you bite your bottom lip trying to refrain from begging him to fuck you right now. Because you know daddy doesn't like being told what to do, especially when he's angry.

He puts you back up and makes you sit up on the bed. He stands in front of you as he unbuckles his belt.

"Now you're gonna suck daddy off, to make up to him" right there he rips out his fat cock in front of your very eyes. You can't help but gasp and the beautiful sight. He was so hard, precum pearling at the tip. It made your mouth water in anticipation.

You look at him with hungry eyes and just nod while opening wide. Baekhyun smirks.

"Good girl" he says, pinching your nose and slowly pushing himself inside your tiny mouth. He doesn't stop at the first resistance, instead he pushes harder, making his way past the back of your throat. You feel the burn with each inch as he grunts loudly. You can't breathe anymore, not through your nose and certainly not through your mouth.

Without a warning Baekhyun starts to rapidly pump himself in and out of your mouth making your eyes water. You feel tears roll down your cheeks as you try to gasp for air. Baekhyun doesn't stop and skull fucks you even deeper, tearing your throat apart. You try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. He just moans louder using your face as his personal fuck toy.

Finally, he pulls out allowing you to breathe. You loudly gasp for air. Coughing, you look up at your boyfriend. He still looks pissed.

"Fuck babe, that little slut mouth of yours is fitted for my cock, isn't it?" he says trying to catch his breath pushing his blond hair back. You cough still trying to pull yourself together.

Without warning, Baekhyun leans in and his  hands reach for the collar of your dress with one powerful and swift move he rips it off your body leaving you in your baby blue lace bra only.

"Take that off for me" he says pointing at the bra as he passes his oversized hoodie over his head. You look in awe at the muscles of his back and abs moving to mesmerize you. He looks so good, he's lightly sweating from pleasuring himself with your mouth. He's stark naked in front of you, you gulp loudly, anticipating but also fearing what's to come.

"Lay there" he commands pointing a finger to the bed, you do as you're told and lay with your arms resting to your sides. Baekhyun then gets up and walks to the dresser. He opens the fourth drawer. You know what he stores in this drawer, you squirm in apprehension.

When he turns back to you, he's holding a red marker and two, no, three nipple clamps.

"Baby girl, you know you've been bad, right?" You look at him with scared eyes but nod. He sits next to you.

"This one is for allowing another man to think about you" he says as he clips the clamp on one of your nipples. You bite your lip at the delicious pinching sensation.

"This one is for daring to even say his name in front of me" he places the second clamp on your other nipple. You gasp. It feels so good, your watery eyes fill up with tears again.

"And this one is for reminding you who owns you" he places the last one on your untouched but very anticipating clit. This time you can't help but to scream and grip the sheets as the pain spreads through your core. Baekhyun looks down at you with a satisfied smirk.

"Hmmm baby, you look so pathetic squirming like that." He leans over you. "Does it hurt, baby?" he purrs as a cold smile spreads on his lips. You looked up at him, pouting and eyebrows knitted together and nod.

"Baby girl, it's only fair for you to be treated this way because you were very bad you understand, right?"

You nod, the tears finally streaming down your face. Baekhyun smiles in satisfaction again, he loves to see you in this state, wrapped around his fingers. He controls you, he owns you. 

Then, he takes the red sharpie out. He takes off the cap and writes on your body, first right under your collarbones, then on your lower stomach and finally on your face.

"Go ahead and get up to go see how beautiful you look."

You get up and wince in pain again as the gravity pulls on the clamps. You walk up to the full length mirror. Baekhyun wrote "cocksleeve" across your chest,  "my cunt" right over your pussy and finally "daddy's slut" on each of your cheeks.

"Aren't you pretty?" You turn back to him. 

"Yes, thank you daddy" you meekly answer.

You want to walk back to him, but he puts his hand up and stops you.

"Not so fast, baby girl. The punishment isn't over yet. You are not allowed to walk back to me... Get on all fours and crawl to me like the bitch that you are"

You feel the humiliation rush to your cheeks and spread to your body. But you obey anyway, you do as you're told. Your knees against the cold hard wood you approach your sadistic boyfriend.

"Good girl, now. Crouch and tell daddy how sorry you are" You feel the tears well up again.

"Daddy..." you start with your voice trembling, avoiding his eyes. "I'm sorry. I will never upset you again." 

Silence follows, you lift your head to look up at him and without a warning he slaps you across the face, almost making you fall. You rub your cheek.

"Gotta have to do better than that" he replies with the harshest tone. Now you are just sobbing.

"This little slut is sorry daddy. She doesn't deserve a daddy as perfect as you. I am nothing more than your personal fuck toy and a mere toy should only serve her daddy and no other men should be allowed to lay eyes on it. Daddy I'm sorry for being a dirty whore I will make it up to you I promise."

Baekhyun chuckles, visibly satisfied to see you dragging yourself down like this. You can't help but to let your eyes trail down his perfect body to his cock... He is harder than ever.

"That's right baby you are my pathetic little slut" he says gently stroking your still burning cheek.

"You know what baby? Daddy wants you to hurt as much as you hurt him by allowing this man in your life." He harshly grabs your face.

"So, you're going to stand up and you're going to show daddy how your pretty little face twists in pain" he says with a large, wicked smile.

You stand up.

"Jump, lemme see the clamps bounce."

You do as you're told and bounce yourself up and down. The weight of the clamp on your clit is unbearable and you just frown deeply in pain.

"Good girl now pull on the clamps on your nipples"

You pull on them harshly, the joyous pain makes you roll your eyes back and you can't help but to let a soft moan escape your lips. Baekhyun reaches down and starts to pump his hand around his big cock. He looks satisfied, nothing arouses him more than seeing you cry like this.

"Twist them"

You moan louder, it's difficult to contain your excitement as you feel your arousal coating your inner thighs.

"Good girl" he says with an evil smirk.

After a while, your body is red all over, complementing even better the matching sharpie.

"Now lay there you slut" Baekhyun says as he gets up the bed. You lay on your back and wait for further instructions.

Baekhyun gets on the bed over you and places himself at your entrance. Rubbing his tip against your slick folds.

"What a pitiful slut that you are getting this wet from being humiliated" he says smirking. And with that he violently pushes himself inside you in one go. You scream in absolute bliss, almost cumming to this one single thrust.

"Fuck, baby" Baekhyun moans.

He starts to move rapidly, you feel the familiar knot in your stomach form. He goes full force right away, making your fringe jump with each powerful thrust.

"Baby what are you?" he pants.

"I'm your slut daddy"

"Good girl" he says, grinding his teeth, rewarding you with more powerful thrusts and more overwhelming pleasure.

"You like daddy's thick cock don't you, slut?"

"Yes, I love your big cock daddy, it feels so good in my tiny cunt" You whine, feeling the knot getting tighter. The three nipple clamps jumping all over the place as Baekhyun fucks you deep and hard.

"No one can make you feel good like daddy,  do you understand?" he says struggling, moaning in between each word.

"Yes only daddy's big cock" you bite your lip trying not to cum as Baekhyun hasn't granted you permission yet.

"Good girl. You are daddy's little slut. Daddy's toy. Daddy's personal cocksleeve. Nothing more. Your only purpose is to pleasure daddy and make him cum with your tight cunt." Baekhyun grunts, pushing himself deep and fast inside you.

The dirty talk is too much for you, you feel so good and the humiliation of being reduced to a mere object sends you over the edge. You scream and moan as your legs shake into an uncontrollable and divine orgasm, your sensitive little pussy deseperately twitching around Baekhyun's thick cock. 

Your high hasn't even worn out yet that you feel Baekhyun's not-so-delicate hand slap your face. The burn in your cheek makes your eyes roll back as the setlling pleasure of your orgasm makes your mind go blank.

"I'm sorry daddy" you say half moaning, half sobbing, gagging on his slender digits.

"You slut, you came without daddy" he shoves his long fingers deep inside your throat. You instinctively suck on them as tears run down your cheeks again.

"You're such a bad girl" Baekhyun says, whipping his fingers out of your mouth to immediately pull harshly on your hair. You scream in both overwhelming pain and unbearable pleasure.

"Daddy I'm sorry" you say again, moaning as Baekhyun keeps on pounding into you, still pumping his fat cock in and out of you at an alarming speed. Stretching your tiny pussy beyond repair.

"Shut the fuck up slut" Baekhyun says as he repeatedly slaps you in the face, smudging the sharpie over with your tears. He picks up the pace again. Going even faster, destroying your pussy in the process. You moan in pleasure, feeling the knot tightening again.

"Daddy please slow down I'm going to cum again" you sob.

"I said shut up" he says clapping his hand over your mouth muffling your moans. Baekhyun has a really hard time containing himself. He feels like he's going to burst any second. As soon as he removes his hand you speak again.

"Daddy please I'm-" but you can't finish.

"Shut the fuck up I said you fucking  bitch" he grunts.

Baekhyun circles his hands around your narrow neck. Pressing his fingers on your throat and your artery to keep the blood from reaching your brain. Finally, you are silenced, you can't speak anymore, not even moan. You can only concentrate on the immense pleasure Baekhyun makes you feel. He grunts loudly pumping in and out of your exhausted tiny cunt. You feel like the knot will come undone at any second now.

"That's it baby! You like when daddy chokes you, right baby? " Baekhyun says clenching his jaw.

Slowly your vision clouds up and you start to feel lightheaded. Like you are high on the most enjoyable and addicting drug: rough sex with your boyfriend Byun Baekhyun.

"I'm going to mark this cunt now baby. I'm going to make it all mine. I'm going to cum inside of you".

Seconds later, you feel thick ropes of cum painting your walls and filling you up as Baekhyun releases himself inside you with powerful thrusts. His hair is stuck to his forehead, he breathes heavily as he wears a relieved expression, his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his jaw lossely hanging open.

As you are about to pass out from too little oxygen, the delicious feeling of being pumped full of hot cum sends you over the edge and you reach the most blissful orgasm ever.

"Yeah that's it baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy" Baekhyun says with a carnivorous smile.

Your legs shake all over as you see stars from being chocked. This sensation is a whole new level. Never in your life you felt something this intense. It's heaven. You ascended to heaven.

As Baekhyun slows down he releases his brusing grip around your neck, and you can finally gasp for air. As you catch your breath your vision comes back to normal and the high fades away.

Baekhyun collapses next to you, visibly exhausted and satisfied. You scoot closer to him and rest your head on his glistening chest. He starts stroking your hair.

"Baby?" he asks, hesitant.

"Yeah?"

"You... love me more, right? More than him..." he says timidly. You can't help but smile Athos sheepish expression. You look up at him amorously surprised by the the complete change in his attitude. There's no more anger in his eyes as he cutely pouts.

"No babe, I only love you. You are my one and only" you say softly kissing him. He looks back at you smiling before closing his eyes.

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[hopekiedokie]

The Dreaded First Day of School (single dad!jimin)

SUMMARY: On his son’s first day of school, we learn that the badass, leather jacket wearer, and tattoo clad single dad might not be so tough after all. Or maybe, his soft little son isn’t as pure as he ought to be. (In short, Jimin’s baby is growing up and he’s not prepared for it.)

GENRE: fluff, humour, maybe angst if you squint hard enough

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

NOTES: So Jimin isn’t supposed to be a mean or awful dad here. He’s just still not totally equipped to be one even after five years now. This might become a mini series with Ms. Y/n being Haneul’s teacher in the future. Who knows? Also, the photo is not mine.

POSTED ON: 26th March, 2021

What the actual heck is this??

Jimin has seen a lot of crazy things in his life but this, whatever is happening in front of him, is something he truly cannot believe.

You see, today is his son's, Haneul, dreaded™ first day of school.

The kid was up until 3 in the morning, crying his eyes out. He kept begging Jimin to not let him go, saying things like “I’ve been a good boy.” or “I don’t know those people.” or “Please, daddy, I don’t want to go!”

Half of the time, Jimin didn’t even understand what he was saying because he was crying so much.

The worst part is that Jimin had half the mind to give in to all these excuses and to just let Haneul attend school next year.

Contrary to popular belief though, he’s not entirely an awful example of what a father should be. In general, yes, he’s done a lot of questionable things. But in particular, as a father, he does like allowing his son to eat whatever junk food he wants, watch whatever is on the tv, or letting him up way past his bedtime (as late as 4am).

BUT he still has a smidge of decency left in his being and he actually wants his son to grow up decent.

(Which for the most part, is going along fine since Haneul is probably one of the sweetest and softest kids he’s ever seen. How though? Jimin has no idea.)

So with tired eyes and barely 4 hours of sleep, he dragged his son to school.

Even during the drive, Haneul was still adamant about skipping school and all the while, he kept using his cute crying voice that ALWAYS turns Jimin into mush.

Not this time though.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ll meet a lot of friends and you’ll play with them! It’s gonna be fun, I promise.” This is one of the many things he said to lift his son’s spirits up.

All his efforts are still not enough to pacify Haneul as the tiny boy kept throwing a tantrum. Jimin even had to carry him after getting out of the car and during the entire walk to the school gymnasium where the assembly is, Haneul held his arms tightly around his neck.

To be completely honest, Jimin thought that it would be embarrassing but actually, he found the entire thing quite endearing.

Maybe it’s the narcissistic prick inside him that’s talking but seeing and hearing his son say that he’d rather spend time with him makes him feel like perhaps he’s not so bad of a dad after all.

Which brings us to the present.

To reiterate, Jimin cannot believe what’s happening.

One moment, his son is clinging to him for his dear life, then in an instant, he watched him grow up right in front of him.

In the worst way possible.

Not to be dramatic, but it was like watching his entire life slip away from his grasp.

The beginning of the end started when Jimin pointed to these three boys and insisted Haneul to introduce himself.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, BIG mistake on his behalf!

He probably should’ve pushed his son to the “nerdier” looking kids. That would’ve helped him in the long run, as well!

At first, he watched in awe from a far as Haneul progressively turned less tense and more comfortable with those boys. They started with cute small smiles but it quickly turned into wildly animated gestures while comparing their Paw Patrol themed trolley backpacks.

“That’s my boy! Already making friends and it’s only been 5 minutes.” Jimin proudly thought to himself.

Okay, maybe Haneul is going to be fine. All that crying thinking Jimin did the entire night was for nothing! His cute soft son can totally do this.

Now, Jimin’s life altering moment comes. The time to actually say goodbye is here.

A teacher announces that they’re taking the kids to their respective classrooms and even if they cry or make a huge fit about it, the parents or guardians should stay where they are. They should refrain from “babying” their child.

Alright, now’s the time for Haneul to cry again! There’s no way he doesn’t cry even just a tiny bit…....Right?

Jimin makes eye contact with Haneul and, without any second thoughts, proudly mouths “I love you” while pointing to him.

Normally, Haneul is quick to return the gesture. Heck, he even goes as far as drawing a huge heart with his tiny pointer fingers!

But today, he doesn’t do that. No no no no no!

Instead, Haneul discreetly looks around him to check if anyone is watching him then……….

He shakes his head towards his father then faces back to his new friends.

Gasp! What is this???

Jimin has never felt so betrayed in his entire life! Not to mention, by his OWN son too.

This irks him so much.

So much so that he stands and gets close to his son, opposing the teacher’s instruction of letting their kids be.

Bitch, no. He’s getting his “I love you” from his son no matter what.

As he walks towards Haneul, it’s apparent that the kid had somehow done a complete 180 from his mood 10 minutes ago.

How can this be? How is he suddenly so cold towards his own man?

When he finally gets to Haneul, he literally, no joke, had to call his name 4 times to get his attention. The actual audacity of this kid!

“Hey, Haneul. Daddy’s gotta go!” Jimin says with his world famous “no eyes” smile.

Haneul’s face drops.

Bingo!

This kid is about to get a huge reality check or so Jimin thinks he is.

He’s waiting for any signs of despair, a sniff or maybe some glassy eyes but nothing happens.

Come on, where are the water works?? Where are all the hugs and kisses???

Haneul is like (・-・) to Jimin.

O-okay…….

“...”

“...”

“...”

Nothing???

“There’s a lot of scary strangers here……”

Okay, so that was really mean for Jimin to say bUT HE ONLY WANTS TO SQUEEZE EVEN JUST A DROP OF AFFECTION FROM HIM. Sue him!

Haneul finally opens his mouth.

Jimin quietly anticipates his son to return to his warm and loving self that he still doesn’t quite know where he gets from...

“So what, daddy? I’m a big boy! I don’t need you.”

(´⊙ω⊙`)?！

Uhm exCusE mE, but W H A T??

Needless to say, that statement hurt Jimin like a buttcheek on a stick.

However, he’s not gonna break away from his badass persona in front of all these people, especially around these little shits that they call “children”. He has an ✨𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬✨ that he strictly abides to, people!

And frankly, he’s not gonna let his son walk all over him.

So without any word, Jimin leans down to give Haneul a kiss. If he’s not gonna receive any affection through words then fine! He’s gonna get it through a different way.

Jimin’s lips are almost in contact with Haneul’s plush cheeks. They are literally a hair away that Jimin can feel the heat emitting from it but all at once, that heat is gone.

You know why?

Because Haneul is quick to do that matrix shit where he bends his back to avoid his father’s lips.

Then he saunters away, leaving Jimin hanging.

(๑´⊙ ₃ ⊙`๑)

Jimin calls him a couple times but again, he did not look back.

S I G H

Alright, then. He doesn’t normally raise his voice towards his son (nor disciplines him tbh) but oh boy, oh boy! This kid is practically asking for it.

He doesn’t give a fuck if he’s five, no son of his is gonna be allowed to treat him like that!

“HANEUL! GET BACK HERE. NOW!”

Well, that got him looking back towards his father.

Jimin points in front of him to which Haneul begrudgingly complies after taking a peek from his new found friends.

Haneul hears the other boys snicker behind him as he trudges towards his slightly pissed father.

When he’s standing right where his father wants him, Jimin leans his cheek down again for him to kiss.

Now, the other boys are blatantly laughing at him.

Maaaaaaaan. He can’t be a laughing stock on his first day of school! He needs to be as cool as his daddy!

As Haneul contemplates his life choices, Jimin patiently waits for his kiss. There’s no way Haneul is gonna reject him for the third time in a row within a span of two minutes!

Within a few seconds, he feels Haneul’s lidol babie hand against his cheek.

O M G

How 😭 cute 😭 is 😭 this 😭 ??

This has got to be one the softest moments they have shared together. AND it’s in front of all these people!

Take that Namjoon hyung for saying I can’t be a gentle and tender loving father!

Jimin is about to place a hand over Haneul’s small one to caress it but then Haneul pushes his face away.

“Just go, daddy!”

Before Jimin is able to process what just transpired, Haneul is already strutting towards the other kids, feeling like a king or a boss for bitch-slapping his own father.

This little fUqer!!!

Who does he think he is to act like this towards Jimin iN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE??

This is what happens when he lets his son spend too much alone time with his Uncle Jungkook and Uncle Taehyung.

But to be fair, Haneul is still Jimin’s son at the end of the day so…..like, maybe he shouldn’t be too surprised??

Yet, still, he truly cannot believe it.

All it took was 5 minutes and a rowdy set of friends, then his kid has grown up.

He apparently “doesn’t need him” anymore, according to the kid.

To think that Jimin got up early to make him those cute bento boxes. He even specifically made them look like various pokemons that Haneul fancies!

Wow. Just. WOW.

Excuse him, but he’s just gonna get in his car and crank up “Slipping Through My Fingers” by ABBA while he ugly sobs.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Actor AU Kai is a single parent so he has to bring his daughter to the set even when she isn't acting but one day after a scene he can't find her and he get all worried until he sees a girl with staff uniform carrying his daughter he yells at her but later his daughter tell him that the cute girl was actually helping her cause she got lost and ask papa to apologize but now they can't find her maybe she was from another set? ... Fluff ending please?

I will call Eri Elizabeth because yes.

"Great job beating Magne's ass!" The actor whose interpreted Mr. Compress patted his shoulder as the woman scoffed at his companion while the others on set laughed.

He could only smirk and roll his eyes as he wiped the fake blood out of his face before taling off his mask with a relieved sigh.

Seriously, how can anyone use that thing for too long?

Looking around the set he looked for his daughter, he had to being her over even if she wasn't acting because ironically his friend, whose also had a job on the same show as his, couldn't take care of her and he didn't trust on babysitters much.

Although when she wasn't around he started to panick, looking at everywhere and even dropping the mask on the ground.

"Oi? Dude." He tapped the actor which interpreted Rappa as he gave him a worried look "Where is my daughter? Elizabeth? I left her here before going for my act."

"Sorry man, but I didn't saw her. Maybe the director spotted her or something?"

He muttered a curse before storming out of the set as he ran. Elizabeth was abandoned just like him by her mother, he couldn't afford that she got hurt, she was the inly good left for him..

His worry got replaced by relief and rage as he saw his daughter on the arms of a woman, offering her even a chocolate lollipop which she agreed happily on taking it.

"Oi!" He shouted, the girl opened a huge smile at seing her father before yelping when he practically ripped her out of the woman's arms "Who the hell you think you are to take my daughter without my knowledge?!"

"I-I'm I was just trying to-"

"You wanna know what? I couldn't give a fuck." He growled as he walked away, fuming with his daughter on his arms.

"Daddy why did you do that?!" The girl exclaimed, finally catching her father's attention as he looked at her as if she had grew another head.

"Eh? Elizabeth. Why do you think I did that? She took you without me knowing and you not even say-"

"Daddy she was helping me!" She crossed her arms with a huff as he put her on the ground to give her his attention "I got distracted then lost here and she knew where you worked! She was just trying to cheer me up because I got really sad at not finding my way back!"

He widened his eyes at relazation as he looked over his shoulders to still see the girl helping other actors to get ready...

"Shit..." he rubbed the back of his head before yelping when he felt his daughter pushing at his ear... just he kne he pierced. "What the-?!"

"You cursed." She pouted before releasing his ear and pointing at your direction "You have to apologize to her! She was nice and even give me candy!"

"Even if you didn't deserve it, huh?" He muttered with a smirk as the girl gasped in false offense "Fine, fine. I will apologize to her tommorow when we get back. That sounds fine, doesn't it?"

"Pinky promise?" She extended her little finger up with a arched euebrow just like him as he locked her small finger with his.

"Yeah. Pinky promise. Now lets get that apple ice cream you wouldn't stop talking about." The girl gleamed in happines as she run towards his car "ELIZABETH DONT RUN!"

~

"Eehhh??? You dont have any records to do today." Shigaraki's actor said as he entered hand in hand with his daughter's, scanning the place to see if he found the girl he yelled at yesterday.

"Yo? Doesn't he look ugly?" Dabi's actor said after snatching a picture of the red eye man as the girl giggled.

"Im not here for the show. Im actually looking for someone."

"Ne????" Uraraka's actress exclaimed for her seat along with Toga's one "The man considered a lone wolf looking for someone??? That's odd!"

"Daddy is looking for a woman with (H/c) hair and (e/c) eyes! She wore this black thingy on as her uniform!" Elizabeth made hand gestures along her talking as he sighed.

"Any of you saw her around?"

"Oh!" Midoriya's actor exclaimed while his little brother tried to win hin on a game "You must be talking about miss (L/n)! She works on another set though! Im sirprise tha you two manahe to find her!"

"So how do you know her boy?" He asked with a arched eyebrow as the young man shuddered.

"She helped me with my costume once, the set on the other side she works is about "demons cutters" or "slawers" something like that! She should be working by now, but her lunch break should be soom though!"

"Thank you!" His daughter exclaimed while grabbing on her father's hand and dragging him along "cmon papa! Good acting everyone!"

He almost got hitted by a post and tripped by how fast his daughter was dragging him... until she finally sucessed to bump him on someone.

"Opsies!" His daughter hissed looking at both adults on the ground.

"Elizabeth..." he groaned while standing at least on his knees to widen his eyes to see the girl who helped his daughter yesterday, whinning and grumbling at her smootie being tossed and splashed on the ground.

"Miss (L/n)!" Hsi daughter exclaimed before throwing her arms over the girl's neck, the from on her face quicly vanishing as she notice the kid hugging her.

"Oh hello! Lost again?" She giggled before widening her eyes at seing he was there too... the handsome single father interpretting Chisaki Kai from the show Boku no hero academia...

While he was at loss of words at only noticing now how beautiful that woman was...

Like an angel...

"Ahem!" His attention was stolen by his daughter frowing at him.

"Apologies, did it hurt too much?" He extended his hand to you, feeling how soft your hand was... equibalent to a kitty's paw.

"U-uh.. no no! I dealed with worst!" You laughed as to brush off how embarrassed you was as he gave you a smile.

"I'm relieved.. I suppose I also own a apology for yesterday, I jumped to conclusions at seing you with my daughter and I panicked."

"I forced him to!" Elizabeth exclaimed before giggling at the pat she received from jer father as you smiled at how PURE and CITE those too looked.

"Is not a problem! Really, I get it!"

"Your lunch break is probably over because of us though." He pointed at your smoothie at the ground as you pouted "Care at accepting my offer to accompany me and my daughter at some cafeteria nearby?"

As you nodded, Elizabeth gasped in awe. Her father NEVER invited anyone to hang out with them! Especially even looked so... in love?!?!? She was freacking out and gushing from her dad's side as the two talked.

You three had a loveable talk before one of your coworkers called you desperatly saying that one of the lights was not working and you had to go. Elizabeth couldn't contain her fangirling sounds when she saw at the way her father accompanoed the young lady as she leaved and let out a dreamy sigh.

"She is gonna be my new mom?!" She shoked her father's shoulder, making the poor man to spit his drink.

"W-what the hell? No kid, I barely know her-"

"But you two looked so in love! You love her!" She jumped on the ground to make a fance as the whole cafeteria looked over them as the poor man covered his red face with his hand "love her! Love her! Love her! You two will marryyyyyyy!!!!"

"Eli..." he growled while burring his face on both hands, never feeling so ashamed at seing bis daughter gushing about his... newest crush.

Fuck.

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[mypimpademia]

SFW alphabet with Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuroo x reader

TW: Maybe some swearing

Note: You can also request SFW alphabets for other characters on my character list if you'd like

Template creds:

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

Kuroo is very affectionate. Usually shows it through lots of kisses and hugs.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How did the friendship start?)

He'd probably be the crackhead ass best friend that convinces you to do dumb shit with them.

It would most likely start in middle school in a super cliche way. He'd probably be running in the halls and run into you, say sorry really fast then keep running. And the next day come to give you a real apology and you guys just hit it off.

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

Kuroo loves to cuddle, and khen cuddling with him, hes always the big spoon. Has your back to him chest with his arms around you, while you're sitting up, chest to chest laying down or on your sides, anything where he can have you super close really.

Hes also the type to be reluctant to letting you get up to use the bathroom because he doesn't want to stop

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

Once hes absolutely sure that you're the one, he'll start wanting to settle down. But he won't actually do it till he's ready.

He at least has basic knowledge, he can make spaghetti, rice, a grilled cheese, all of that, but can't do anything super complex. He definitely has potential to learn though.

He's pretty good at cleaning, it just the staying clean part that doesn't always work. I feel like he lives in chaotic cleanliness, meaning it'll look out of order but he knows where everything is. But if you simplify it and put everything into small units or something, he'll be really clean.

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

The longer you've been together, the easier he'll let you down, but the harder it'll be for him.

Depending on why you're breaking up, he'll talk it out with you. If you're going out on good terms, he'll ask if you'd like to stay friends. But if its on bad terms, he'll cut all ties with you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel commitment? How quickly do they want to get married?)

Like I said on domestic, he'll want to settle down and get married once he realizes he's got the right person. Doesn't really care when, as long as youre both ready and able to do it.

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

Physically, he play fights a lot and gives really tight hugs, but he wont if you ask him not to.

Emotionally, hes pretty soft for you. He'll open up to you when he feels a good amount of trust, and he'll make if clear that he'll be your shoulder to cry on when you need it.

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

Kuroo loves hugs, and he hugs you whenever he can. Usually hugs you in an almost back breaking grip, he might pick you up and spin you around too.

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

Always said it when you guys were friends, and when you were dating he kept saying it. But never said it in a romantic way till about 10 months into your relationship, so decently fast

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

Kuroo is confident, and doesn't get jealous too often. But when he does, he gets pretty jealous. He'll get super touchy with you, hold your hand, and your waist. If you're talking to someone he'll just stare at them, and drag you away when he reaches his limit.

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

Kuroos kisses are usually rough, and passionate. But they'll be softer if he's in a soft mood.

Kisses your lips and face the most, and if youre short than him he'll kiss your forehead and the top of your head.

He really only ever likes kisses on the lips and jawline. He'll take anywhere else, but those are his favorite places.

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

Kuroo is the type to get used as a jungle gym by little kids. But he'll probably play tag and hide and seek with them. He's like the fun dad type around little kids, and his parental side come out around them.

When theyre not playing, he's lying down with all of them watching a Disney movie while they're hugging him.

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

Kuroo likes to sleep in, so mornings with him are spent going in and out of sleep while you hold each other. And once you're completely awake, you'll probably lay in bed for about an hour just talking.

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

Kuroo is a night owl, so the two of you will stay up, playing games, talking eating, etc. Then you'll go to bed around 1 - 3 am

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

Since you guys were best friends before you were dating, there wasn't much to open up about. But opening up romanticly took him around 6 months. He's an open book, so there wasn't too much to say, so he said it all at one.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Kuroo is super nonchalant, so he really does ever get mad. It takes a lot to make him angry, so don't expect to see him heated too often

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

Kuroo surprisingly remembers a lot about you. He doesn't remember everything you say word for word, but he knows a decent amount. He knows you favorite color, food, family names (even if you've only mentioned them once), favorite flower, etc.

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

The first "I love you" will forever be his favorite. It was such a soft and vulnerable moment, he just knew it'd be something he'd never forget

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

Kuroo let's you freely talk to anyone, but if he gets a weird vibe from someone, or youre talking to someone that he knows isn't good, he'll make sure to keep an eye on you.

Normally either keeps his distance and watches you from afar, or stands next to you with an arm around you.

Doesn't really want protection, he wants to be the one protecting you. But if he had to choose, it'd be to defend him when hes mot there to defend himself.

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

Kuroo is a very driven and passionate person, so he puts a lot of effort towards your relationship. However, it will falter if he sees that his partner won't reciprocate that energy.

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

Kuroo likes giving tight hugs, and rough kisses, and he's even rough during play fights. So his bad habit is that sometimes he gets too rough, hits you a little to hard during play fights, and squeezes you too tight during hugs, but nothing that hurts for more than a few minutes.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Again, Kuroo is very confident, so he never gets too concerned with his looks. People even call him bed head, which is probably true. He'll come out of the house without changing his hair from how it was after waking up and still feel like he looks good.

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

Once he's really into your relationship, he'll definitely feel like something is missing when hes not with you. Hes not clingy about it, but its not the same without you

X = Xtra (Random hc about them)

Kuroo takes a lot of pictures of you to the point where you make up 50% of his gallery. He even has them categorized; selfies, full body photos, cute pictures of you sleeping, you making dumb faces, etc.

Y = Yuck (What are somethings they wouldn't like? Either in general or in a partner.)

Kuroo wouldn't enjoy a partner that has nothing that they strive for. They don't have wants, or a goal, they're just there.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Kuroo moves around a lot in his sleep, but when you're next to him he moves a lot less. And he's a generally heavy sleeper, but tends to wake up if you even get out of bed to use the bathroom.

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[marvus-xoloto]

For my boy: H, J, T, & W pretty please u3u

ooh mallek time!!

H— Heartbreak (how did they deal with heartbreak? which time effected them the most?)

He withdraws from other people, for the most part, and throws himself into his work. He’ll stop texting you, avoid your favorite haunts, etc. It’s a good thing he doesn’t do social media, because he would be posting things specifically to catch your attention (just so he could be totally casual, like it’s no big deal that you’re talking again, might be passive aggressive if it was a messy ending between you).

But for all that, Mallek is sentimental. He keeps little, seemingly insignificant things from his person and just kinda... pines uselessly and sits all deflated on the couch sometimes lol.

If the heartbreak is related to death, he’s a little useless tbh. Mostly, he’s angry. You mean to tell him he’ll never see you again? That’s the world’s problem, now *types at a million miles an hour* lol. It definitely motivates him to change things for the better, if only to make sure nobody else feels what he’s feeling now.

Worst time was the first time; he’s a little emotionally sensitive deep down, and since his instinct to heartbreak is to withdraw, he really went for it and he went for it way harder than he meant to. This led to the vicious cycle of him withdrawing, wanting this person’s attention, getting hurt again, and withdrawing even further. It’s difficult for him to come back out, now, especially if he feels rejected.

J— Jealous (what makes them feel jealous of others?)

Just like Lanque, he does not like watching other people getting too close to his quadrants. He’s a lot more direct though (and he would never blame you, unless you were purposely making him jealous in which case.... it would absolutely be an issue between you two), and would just put his arm around you, maybe with a quick kiss. He can be a little possessive; getting close to people is hard for him, and he’d hate to feel like you didn’t appreciate that.

He’s also like- GOD I think I hc Mallek as a himbo feel free to give me shit for this.... okay let me type it out like it’s a joke.

Mallek voice: i just think life would be easier if i was stupid;

lmao do you know what I mean? He’s jealous of people that can just turn their brains off and not stress or worry about stuff. But he wouldn’t give up his mind for anything, despite his words.

T— Tears (what makes them cry?)

He is absolutely a stress/ frustration crier. He ugly cries (catharsis) when he realizes his person is willing to comfort him, genuinely nonjudgmental, holding him to their chest and just stroking his hair. He’s got sweeps worth of pain, stress, anxiety, and frustration tucked away; getting it out like this makes him feel equal parts embarrassed, physically lighter, closer to his person, and a little hollow and hungry at once. 

W— Weak (what makes them feel weak? How do they avoid it?)

Failure is a big one. Mallek is very goals oriented, it’s a big part of his personality. Failure to him is a lot more personal and feels very high stakes to him.

Feeling disposable makes him feel weak, too. He struggles a lot with his identity within his caste; feeling forced into a role and defying it where he can is another large part of his identity, and a large source of his internal strife as a person. This is another reason he may be possessive with people, in a romantic context or not.

Misjudging situations and people is a another one, depending on how it goes. If a person were to, say, not admit right away that they weren’t actually a robot.... ;)

#mallek #mallek adalov #ask game #asks #popcorn-kitten #see what i mean about sucking at angst #i just want to make jokes ksjda i'm learning tho #i think i have a hard time taking angst seriously which is my own problem #i'll work on that in the future

[jazzistolkienfanfics]

Scared - Eowyn x fem!reader

I’m in love with your writing and am a disaster of a bisexual, so when I saw your Arwen piece I was thrilled. Could I request an ÉowynxFem!Reader where she’s tending to Éowyns wounds post battle, so when Éowyn wakes up she sees the reader crying and they confess feelings?? 

sure thing @itgetsatadhazy! sorry if it got kinda long. SHE SO PRETTY-

Type: Imagine Pairing: Eowyn x fem!reader Summary: Y/N isn’t scared of much, but losing her best friend is the one thing that terrifies her. Warnings: non-canon parts?, ‘shit’ Word Count: 1114 words

The battle raged around Y/N, and for the first in her life, she was truly fighting for her life. 

These Orcs were unlike any that she’d faced before - with such relentless rage and bloodlust in so many numbers that Y/N was very prepared for the possibility of death. 

Dying didn’t scare her. Pain never had. Battle was too ordinary for fear. But the thought of leaving Eowyn, her beautiful best friend, behind if she did perish with a sword through her chest ... that scared Y/N more than anything.

Although, she supposed that if she was currently fighting a battle outside Gondor itself, surrounded by what seemed like millions of Orcs, pirates and Oliphaunts, there really wasn’t that much more to be scared of. 

She glanced over at Eowyn, who rode her horse with a casual grace, and admired how beautiful her fellow Shieldmaiden was. Then, Y/N forced herself to snap out of it - Eowyn wasn’t actually meant to be here, and she was disguised. Y/N wasn’t about to be the reason that Eowyn got caught because everyone in Rohan knew the h/c-haired girl’s lovesick glances directed towards the blonde.

Y/N’s sword cut through another Orc with a squelch, and she grimaced as blood splattered across her armour. The battle wasn’t going exceptionally well, but, then again, they faced Sauron’s forces. It wasn’t exactly a play fight. 

When Y/N looked to Eowyn again, she realised her mistake after a couple of seconds making sure that her friend was okay. The h/c warrior had gotten distracted, and some soldier slashed through her horse’s flesh, making her fall off with a scream. 

As Y/N raised her head again, she saw Eowyn looking around.

She recognised my scream, Y/N thought warmly. She cares about me.

But that fuzzy feeling quickly turned to panic as Eowyn was yanked from her horse.

“Shit!” Y/N hissed, drawing a shorter sword and sprinting towards Eowyn.

The Shieldmaiden staggered to her feet just as Y/N reached her. Her blue-green eyes that Y/N found so beautiful were wide with shock, and they were no less stunning through the large helmet that obscured the rest of Eowyn’s face.

“You okay?” Y/N yelled, swinging her sword to intercept the attack of an Orc, stabbing it through the chest with a sickening gurgle.

“Fine!” Eowyn yelled from behind her - back-to-back was their favourite way to fight. “Merry!” 

This next cry was directed at the Hobbit who’d been with her. “Stay close to us!”

The small Hobbit nodded furiously, and held his own impressively as the three of them fought their way towards Gondor.

---

In hindsight, Y/N was stupid to think they’d been winning. That was before the Nazgûl had showed up, wailing with such pure agony and force that Y/N almost dropped her sword to cover her ears. 

The screams made her want to curl up and die, but she forced herself to keep fighting - she was in no hurry to die.

Then, the thing that Y/N least expected to happen did.

The Witch-King of Angmar himself flew down, and she acted before she could think. His steed, a fell beast, roared at Merry, who was frozen to the ground, and lunged forward, presumably to bite his head off. Y/N swept her sword upwards, and the leader of the Nazgûl was forced to slide off his beast as its head flopped around its detached body.

Before Y/N knew it, she’d been knocked to the floor, at least half a dozen of her ribs probably cracked or broken, and a rapidly swelling cut on her head that blurred her vision with tears and blood.

Y/N could barely raise her head, let alone help Eowyn, but she was glad to see that Eowyn held her own. She crawled quietly so the Witch-King didn’t notice, reaching for her sword, and looking up just as the Nazgûl had her crush in a chokehold. 

With a swing of her weapon, he screeched, dropping Eowyn to the floor. Y/N felt an indescribable pain shudder up her shoulder, and she fell back to her knees.

“I am no man,” she faintly heard Eowyn declared before crying out, followed by an agonised death wail.

“Eowyn!” Y/N cried as the blonde fell to the ground. But she was barely keeping herself conscious.

Everything went black.

---

Y/N was beginning to worry.

She’d woken and recovered fairly quickly, finding herself in Gondor’s Houses of Healing. A fellow resident there, Prince Faramir, had befriended her and kept her company even when she was so upset at being confined to a bed that she felt like throwing something extremely valuable and preferably delicate at someone’s head.

But Eowyn still slumbered, her pink lips slightly parted as she breathed quietly, humming in her sleep. Her eyes were tightly closed and her forehead lined - even in dreams she could not escape worry or pain.

Y/N wanted to take it all from her so badly.

Why? she asked herself stupidly. She’s just your friend. Just as Eomer is. Then why are you so much more concerned about her? 

Y/N berated herself for finally facing the truth as she sat by Eowyn’s side, stroking her long blonde hair out of her face with a s/c hand.

“Why do I care about you so much?” Y/N said aloud, wrapping a deep cut with a fresh, medicine-soaked bandage. “Well, maybe it’s because you make me smile like no one else can. Maybe it’s because you’re mor ebeautiful than anyone else I’ve ever laid eyes on. Maybe it’s because ...”

She took a shaky breath. 

“Maybe it’s because I love you.”

Of course, Eowyn didn’t respond. Of course, Y/N was only greeted with silence.

The h/c girl couldn’t help it. She started to sob.

Ugly, fat tears, rolling off her cheeks and onto Eowyn’s bed as she bent her head to cry and cry and cry. 

Hopelessness was as familiar as a breath. But never had it seized her like this.

“I love you!” Y/N said, her head still down. “I love my best friend, and she would never feel the same!”

“H-hey.”

A quiet whisper snapped Y/N out of it instantly.

Eowyn’s eyes were wide open, blinking away tears of sleep to reveal the beautiful blue-green depths.

“I feel the e-exact same way.” It was obviously paining her to say anything with the state she was in, but she said it anyway. “W-why did it take this?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N whispered, almost smiling. “But I want a happy ending. And I want it with you.”

“My Knight in shining armour,” Eowyn teased.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure that’s you.”

A laugh. “Goddamnit, Y/N, just kiss me, please.”

“Gladly.”

A/N - hope you enjoyed @itgetsatadhazy​ and everyone else reading this!

#eowyn #eowyn x reader #fem!reader #wlw #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr x reader #x reader #you

[lunchador]

so when do we get the long post about your feelings about dragon age inquisition!!! i dunno if u wanna wait until dlc or not! i am i n t e r e s t e d (also its ok if u dont feel up to it im just!!!! again, interested in ur opinions/feelings)

kajsldkjf PLEASE I HAVE SO MANY DA FEELINGS ALL THE TIME and Inquisition was twice as long as the others so might as well do a word vomit now and I can always do another after the dlc (which several people have assured me are worth playing )

SO

Yeah so inquisition is long. I dislike open world games so a lot of the (super repetitive!!) side quests did grate on my nerves and that docks this game a few points but over all the LORE IS SO GOOD, and it tying in so many choices in from 1+2 is the greatest butterfly effect I ever experienced in video games. I thought telltale + Until dawn were fun for that but good LORD bioware has showed up all of those games and I am really stoked to try mass effect when its out later and play more bw games. I only played Anthem before this and that game seemed...idk, gutted against BW’s wishes.

ANYWAY

Yeah, I managed to go into the whole DA series knowing very, very little, despite how many artists I followed did fanart for it. Once I started playing, I added all the words I could think of to my blacklist but a lot of untagged stuff came through (fair, series is 10+ years old and inq is like what 4-5?). I allowed my friends to pressure me into playing an elf mage for the lore and to romance solas cuz they said he was as important to the story as alistair was. A lot of online followers said I should play how I wanted, which I def would recommend to anyone else, but honestly I can see where they came from and while he never would have been my first choice, I think he actually paired REALLY well with my Inq and how I was playing her. I put her as sensitive but trying to put her responsibility above herself, she was definitely the least funny of my 3 characters, but not incredibly serious. A bit reserved? Just more mature. She’s got faith but she didn’t think she was the chosen one but she’ll do her role the best of her ability. She makes hard decisions and then sobs her chest empty over them because how is one to ever feel like its the right one? I really like how the game lets you choose how you wanna approach the responsibility. Like i said, I wasn’t a reluctant chosen one, but she will do what she can. Versus my friend playing at the same time as me said he played as the second coming of jesus essentially lmfao Having so many characters come back for different roles was so GOOD!!! Like everyone told me Varric was in this one but were like ‘teehee you still cant romance him though’ but you how you play drastically changes your relationships with each person. Tons of characters I met I knew would be personal favorites but I ended up interacting way less because others were more fitting to my inquisitor. So i.e while I love Varric and would’ve smooched him a heartbeat with Hawke, I didn’t get that vibe with Clover. They were really good friends, he was a grounded friend with a sense of humor that was a good escape from everyone else and the ~inquisition~. At least, until the Beyond the Abyss quest. That obviously heavily fractured their friendship and hurt them both :( And i felt that for a long time, until the end. He looked tired. Poor guy is gonna be borderline dead in 4 at this point. But so many side characters you talk to coming back like Dagna and Samson??? Speaking of that quest, I got Stroud because, yeah...Alistair was dead for me and APPARENTLY IT COULD ALSO BE LOGHAIN??? If he stays a grey warden??  wish I did that so def would’ve preferred to save Hawke even if I think the wardens are more important as a concept but like.......i wanted to behead him, so....But yes even tiny details like..Varric wrote home to kirkwall to Carver for me because the rest of my family was dead and I never completed a full romance in 2 lkajslkdjf but the fact that changes based on your play through. BUT YEAH THE way this game weaves all your decisions in and how yeah, overall the story is the same but it makes it so personal to YOU and so different from everyone else ;w;

But I could see my Inq genuinely falling for Solas, and I see her best friends as Cassandra and Blackwall/Thom. Really close to Leliana and the Iron Bull as well. I just loved all their interactions. All the characters were so cool to get to know?? Like I thought I would’ve hated Cullen (hes a dick in O) and tbh I just got into the series as the VA was being a complete shit. But I liked him a lot!! I love the work buddies vibes between the Inq and the advisors. I thought I was going to love Sera!! And like, I did, but she hated my Inquisitor and their personalities clashed a lot. Shes the only one i didn’t get a cut scene for in the end :’) I loved coming back from story quests and having to take like 20 minutes to go around skyhold and make sure I talked to /everyone/ for their new dialogue. You genuinely feel connected to all these wonderful npcs ljkasljdf

I wanted to make Cassandra the new divine but I made leliana on accident and kinda dug it so I stuck with it. VARRIC IS THE NEW VISCOUNT??? h i l a r i o u s.

One of the things I loved the most in this game in particular, and while this is something in all of them it just really struck me in this one, was....everyone gave up so so much to devote themselves to the cause, y’know?? Like, it’s almost heartbreaking how much everyone loses and they’re still looking towards you with their belief and willingness to follow you to the end ;-;

The final fight almost felt, Idk, underwhelming? Dude dragons are way tougher than him asdkjhfkhjd. I even went up a difficulty in this game after feeling like I got the hang of the series. But at the same time, we just spend how many hours knocking down each and one of his advantages so fuck him lol.

But yeah there are so many things I wanted to do but I felt so worn out by mindless sidequests and story being level locked in comparison to the previous games. askdjhflkd

One of the things that blows my mind is so so many people were stoked i was playing DA and they couldn’t wait til I got to Inq, and so I find out most people I know only ever played Inquisition? TBH if I didn’t play O+2 I think I would’ve dropped inquisition and never finished it *shrug* all of the build up just means SO MUCH!!! Everyones argument seems to be the older games are ugly and yeah O has rough battle system but its easy to get over imo. Like, you need the chaos of 2 to get the real weight of the mage/templar stuff?? Theres so many characters and story and dialogue that go over your head without Origins?? Like yes inq can stand alone pretty well but, idk, I’m in love with this entire series and the world building and THE!! WAY!!! IT!!! ALL!!! CONNECTS!!!!!!!!!!!

I love how a quest can go differently by whos in your party, I love you can have more dialogue based on lore you’ve managed to pick up around, I love HOW COMPANIONS BICKERRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! The lore of these games are so good. It’s like playing an epic line of novels. It’s so immersive and I don’t think I’ve played too many games to this level.

I didn’t like the skill trees to being a mage in this one, Idk why. It wasn’t nearly as fun for me as 2, but then  again I really fucking liked being a force mage haha. I wanted to be a rogue to complete a diff class per game but everyone said mage brings a lot more interesting story/lore stuff so

but yeah I love having the full context now and seeing other peoples Wardens/Hawkes/Inquisitors and asking people how they played and how their options differed from mine and THERES JUST SO MANY POSSIBLE DECISION TREES!!!!! No wonder the fans play over and over.

but yeah ultimately so much fucking happened?? I’m probably missing a lot of key points.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Met You Tonight: Kauri and Jack

CW: Electroshock, referenced abusive relationship, pet whump, dehumanization, referenced conditioning/brainwashing, frank references to prostitution, very brief reference to assumed drug use

This piece is a collaboration with @spiffythespook featuring Jack/Reid! Takes place immediately after Kauri escapes, five days after he gets away from Owen Grant. This collab has multiple parts, so you’ll see Spiffy and I posting them as we get them edited!

Tagging Kauri and Jack’s crews: @im-not-rare-im-rarr, @maybeawhumpblog, @pepperonyscience, @haro-whumps, @18-toe-beans, @burtlederp, @finder-of-rings, @giggly-evil-puppy, @whimpers-and-whumpers, @moose-teeth, @whump-it, @lumpofwhump, @pumpkinthefangirl, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @rivertamandspike​

It had been raining most of the day. It was the kind of pounding, pouring rain that hit hard enough to splatter and splash back up, collected outside sewage drains and ran like miniature rivers along the gutters.

By the time midnight came around, though, the rain had stopped, leaving the sound of water rushing through storm drains along the side of the streets and a heavy, oppressive humidity hanging in the air. The streets were shimmering wet, reflections from headlights bouncing right off the road, and streetlight circles looked more like puddles than actual illumination.

People found their way out onto the streets anyway. They came in cars and on foot, walking to bars or racing each other into clubs. They stumbled drunk or walked sober, congregated into clumps that giggled and talked and danced and laughed.

In rougher parts of town people still walked to the bars, but there were plenty who simply stood, too.

Women and men walked slowly along their chosen corners in the glow of streetlights or in the dark, hips jutted out or with a certain kind of stance that gave away what they were selling. The occasional car cut through the night, came to a stop along the curb. Sometimes the john got out - sometimes the woman or man on the corner got in - before the car drove away.

From one dark alley the sound of harsh, ugly laughter echoed from two or three voices at once. Underneath the laughter was scraping and whining, thumps and a soft pleading for them to please, just st-stop, I don't have any money, please.

Eventually, one of the three, a nondescript and muscular guy in a plain shirt and jeans who could have been anywhere from a rough 30 to a pretty good 45, stepped out, lit a cigarette, and glanced over his shoulder. "Come on, guys, that fucking tweaker doesn't have shit anyway. Look at him twitch, he probably spent his last dime on whatever shit he’s got in his system.”

The two others with him laughed, coming out into the light themselves, arguing good-naturedly over their destination before heading on foot towards the nearest bar.

Their noise drew the attention of a young man, clearly one of those who had been busy walking the streetcorner, still wet from the earlier weather. The young man stayed well out of view until they departed, eyeing the raucous group until the sound of the men’s voices had totally faded and they turned a corner.

From the alleyway came the sound of low, broken cursing. The young man blinked and headed a little closer to try and take a look and see what exactly had gotten the attention of the three men that had just left.

There was a boy curled up in the alleyway - a man but barely, and he was soaked to the skin. The expensive blue cashmere sweater he'd been wearing was ripped, torn, and bloody. Soft black pants were so wet they clung to his legs, and the flat slide-on sandals on his feet were at least two sizes too big.

Bloody and bruised, the boy began to push himself back up to standing when suddenly every muscle went rigid. He let out a cry and his back arched as he dropped with a hard crack of his knees back to the ground.

"Ow, ow, n-n-no, st-stop-... please, stop, pl-please," The boy begged no one who could hear him, clutching at a spot just below his neck on the right side, pressing hard with the flat of his palm. His other hand was flat on the alleyway ground, his black curls plastered to his forehead with a mix of sweat and rain.

He felt a throbbing pain in one eye that told him he'd be bruised by morning, but it was nothing compared with the agony racing through the nerves under his skin.

"Stop, I w-won't come h-h-home, stop it I w-won't," he pleaded, in his surprisingly deep soft voice, to no one, to someone, to anyone. "Y-you lied, you lied to me, you lied, I won’t...”

From the end of the alley, pressed into the shadow of the wall, the young man stepped out slowly and cleared his throat to draw the boy’s attention. His wet hair was pushed back, combed through messily with fingers and a couple wet strands hung in his face. If his tight, cropped shirt and jeans didn’t give away his profession, his naturally alluring posture did... but there was no desire in his expression, only concern.

“Hey, buddy. You look like you’re in pretty rough shape. Need a hand?”

Kauri flinched away from the voice, trying to scramble backwards, but his muscles were still so locked from pain that all he could manage was a foot or two before he froze again. He looked up, teeth ground together, to show wide, frightened blue eyes. 

He had a circle of red around one eye beginning to darken, and the young man in the cropped shirt put his hands up, trying to show he was harmless, taking in the other man’s disheveled, sopping wet appearance.

"N-no, pl-please!” Kauri’s voice was thin and strained, and his hands kept shaking, nerve endings twitching long after the pain had ended. “I don't have any m-money. I d-don't have anything! Pl-please don’t hurt me!”

He put his left hand out in some kind of supplication, sweater sleeve riding up his arm, the hint of a barcode tattoo on the inside unmistakable. "Please! Please, j-just, just ow, fuck-... aftersh-shocks, ah-”

“Did I ask for money? I don’t want anything from you, man,” the young man said. He froze at the sight of the tattoo, biting his lip anxiously and glancing over both ends of the alley to check that no one was nearby. He crouched down a couple of feet - a good safe distance - away. With his work boots on, he couldn’t quite lay his feet flat - instead, he perched on his toes. “Hey, it’s okay. Listen, um... I used to be a box boy, too, okay? I can’t prove it, they… my owner was pretty shady. The company took off my tattoo so they wouldn’t be associated with him. Anyway, I’m not gonna hurt you. I don’t… believe in that shit.”

“B-Box…” Kauri’s voice trailed off, confused. “I d-don’t-... how do you-... Oh, fuck, the news, he told the news or something…” He moved back a couple of feet, nearly crawling on his hands and knees. “D-Did you see me on the news? Is, is that how you kn-know about me?”

“Shit, no. I don’t have cable or anything-” the young man said, almost laughing. The sound died as the boy’s muscles locked again, spine curving as his head dropped towards the ground, forehead nearly touching the dirty alley pavement.

Kauri whimpered, rocking back onto his knees, unconsciously bending forwards to move into Respect.

The young man grit his teeth and hesitated, an expression of mixed distaste and old fear on his face. Again, he moved forward - nearly on his hands and knees, too, now. “Hey. I know because I saw your tattoo. I’m not gonna turn you in, man, but I can guarantee someone’s going to notice if you’re this fucked up out here alone. Lemme help you out, I’ve got an apartment. What’s happening? Is that... electroshock?”

Kauri gasped in a breath and nodded without coming up from position, trying to calm his mind, to keep a single coherent thought through the sudden rush of pain. Just as quickly as it had come, it seemed to fade out, and his breathing changed, from shallow quick gasps to deep gulps of the humid air.

“It’s-... a n-new product, I just… here.” He pushed himself up and back, kneeling resting on his heels, slowly looking back up, searching the other man’s face for a sign that this was any worse a decision than anything else he’d done in the past five days.

All he saw was concern - genuine honest concern.

He pulled the neck of his sweater down on the right side, exposing his collarbone to nearly halfway down his chest. Along the bone ran a small line of perfectly spaced circular dots, glinting like metal in the light, glowing with a faint blue light against his skin.

“I ran away from my owner,” he said, a little hoarsely. “He’s trying to get me to come home.”

The young man’s eyes widened, brow rising at the sight of the… well, they looked like piercings, but he knew better. “Damn. That’s a fancy fuckin’ product, isn’t it?” He leaned back, sat on his heels, and sighed. “Good for you, for running and not going home. You got a place to stay?”

“W-Would I… would I look like this if I had a place to stay?” The boy flinched as soon as the sarcasm was out of his mouth, like he expected an angry reaction or even for the pain to start again.

The young man grinned, tilted his head, looking happy that the other guy had a bit of spunk in him. “...fair point. But if you didn’t want a place to stay, you’d tell me you already have one.” Kauri moved to push himself weakly to his feet, and the young man watched him closely, ready to reach out in case he stumbled.

Kauri swayed a little, pale and lightheaded, but he made it to standing, one hand on the brick wall next to him to hold himself up. Some of the aging brick crumbled around his fingers as he scratched into it. “I don’t have anywhere, I’m not… I don’t know anyone. I jumped out of, of a moving car, I just have…” He looked over his shoulder. On the ground behind him, mostly hidden in shadow, was a blue backpack. “I just have that.”

The other man nodded. “Okay. So...you want a place to crash for the night or not? In case your psycho master decides to lay it on thick again. ‘Cause, uh… lemme tell you… this district is not one you wanna be stuck in overnight unless you plan to have sex of one kind or another.”

“Psycho… Mr. Owen’s not psycho, he just-” Kauri jerked again, but it didn’t last this time and he was only rigid against the wall for a few seconds before he let out a shuddering breath and turned, scooping the backpack up by the straps. It hung with surprising weight off of him when he pulled it on over his shoulders.

Sure he’s not, the other man thought, but let it slide. The shock was bad enough without someone rubbing in how warped it was that you could have electroshock piercings… maybe they were even screwed into the bone. He made a bit of a face at that idea, feeling pain in his teeth like in response to nails on a chalkboard. The heaviness of the boy’s bag told him that the guy didn’t have nothing, but that was none of his business, either.

“Um.” Kauri shifted, a little uneasily, from foot to foot. “If you… d-don’t mind, I can st-stay? Just, just for tonight? I don’t have any money, I d-don’t have anything, I j-just…” His voice trailed off, considering. “I’m… I’m Kauri.”

“I’m Jack,” the young man responded, and then promptly grinned and quirked his head. “And I’m filthy rich tonight, so don’t worry about money. C’mon, let’s go. Wanna lean on me, or are you okay?”

“I’m... okay to walk.” Kauri’s teeth were gritted, his jaw set, and he walked with a pained stiff movement that made it clear the three in the alley had landed at least a few pretty good kicks while they were having their fun, but he stayed up.

For a second, they walked in silence, Kauri glancing sidelong at Jack, curiously.

“Hey. If you were, were really… like me… then you’re n-not rich,” Kauri said, but it was with a little bit of humor lacing his voice, a hint of resilience under everything else. “We can’t live on our own, we d-don’t know anything, it’s in all the… things they made us know, to say.”

Jack nodded, then shrugged. “Speak for yourself. I am the proud possessor of one month’s rent and enough grocery money for the next couple weeks. On a rainy day, no less,” he cocked a crooked grin. It faded after a moment or two. “I dunno, man. I think my order was really strange. I’ve got memory gaps from the drugs, but all my skills are intact… well. Except the writing, still.”

Kauri was a little slow, having to move carefully against the ache from the earlier assault. It gave him time to look at Jack and try to decide if he was just lying, if he’d just turn him in. Jack didn’t seem all that bothered by the pace. He shuffled along slow enough to stay right alongside him.

“I can’t write either. If I do, um-” He gestured at his collarbone again, the little glowing circles hidden now under the wet sweater. “These go off. But I couldn’t before… is Jack your before-name? Kauri’s my name he gave me, I d-don’t have another one anymore.”

Jack nodded in understanding. How they managed to tune an electroshock device to someone’s writing, he didn’t know. It was weird. Renford could do it if she wanted - she could do anything, as far as he could tell.

“Yeah,” he nodded, shuddering for too many reasons thinking of her face… being wet and cold was the least of them. “I had a, uh, a pet name. I don’t like it. Took me a while to remember myself, but the other guys in the district knew who I was. They helped. Sorta.” He snorted. “There’s some loyalty among whores, but us gay prostitutes have too much competition and too little market, so I still watched my back.”

Kauri stumbled to a stop all at once, turning to look at him again more clearly in the light that shone from a streetlamp above their heads.

He took in the cropped shirt and tight pants, the shoes, then slowly raised his eyes back up to the man’s face. “I-I didn’t…” His voice trailed off again, staring blatantly, but the look on his face was more like wide-eyed surprise, like a child that had never seen a dandelion before, rather than any kind of judgement.

Jack turned, surprised that Kauri had stopped. When he realized why Kauri looked so surprised, he grinned and put a hand on his hip, cocked it, and smirked. “You like what you see?” Kauri’s surprise was hilarious. But that was okay...he didn’t seem grossed out.

Kauri went red. “I, um, I just… I-I, you’re… you’re okay, I just-... you went from being a, um, a pet to being… on purpose?”

Jack blinked at the question, and then gasped in understanding and shook his head. “Oh, no. I started on the streets long before I was legal - don’t tell anybody that - and then one day they picked me up. Special order for Cori fucking Fisher. You seen him on the news? Bastard. They fixed up my looks and made me take an oath, then dumped me back here - home sweet home.”

Kauri bit down on his lower lip in thought, cocking his head to the side, trying to think. Finally, he shook it. “No, sorry. Mr. Owen doesn’t watch news, I don’t… I don’t know anything. You had a bad owner? I mean, not just to you, to other people?”

Jack snorted. “Yeah, that’s putting it lightly.”

Kauri seemed to be thinking, taking Jack in. Then he started walking again, the heavy weight inside his backpack smacking against his lower back a little as he moved. “I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a, a gay, um, prostitute, uh… before.” Kauri’s face flushed red, visible even in the yellow streetlights they moved under. “I mean, I don’t know if I’ve seen anything before but… I feel like this is new.”

“You probably have and just couldn’t tell.” He smirked a bit at the flush on Kauri’s face. Man, he looked cute.

“So when you s-said you were rich…”

“Oh, I said I’m rich tonight. I’m a tiny bit sore, but I’m paid up for the month.” If it was possible, Kauri’s face went even redder, and Jack’s smile wider. “Worth it. Means every night I can work for the rest of the month, I’m saving. It also means we can stop at the store for supper. You hungry?”

Kauri swallowed, eyes widening a little at the offer, looking at Jack sideways again like he wasn’t sure what he should say. There was a muffled sound from inside his backpack - a soft faint beeping - and he twisted back to look at it, jostling it a little until the beeping went quiet again. “I, um. Y-Yeah, I haven’t… it’s been a, a while since I ate. This guy bought me crackers, but… Do you… I don’t have any money. I took s-some cash from Mr. Owen but, um, some people took that like the, the first day I was out. I can maybe help you? Clean or something? I have some Domestic training…”

Jack glanced uneasily at Kauri’s backpack, but decided to leave well enough alone. “Don’t worry about it, man. Like I said, I made enough today to eat for a while. I’ll make enough after a day of recovery that I won’t even worry for next month. Anyway, I had Domestic training, too, so the apartment’s in great shape.”

There were others out - women and men, some Jack’s competition probably, Kauri thought, eyeing them in a whole new light. When he’d found his way here it’d been because he’d been kicked off a bus, he had no idea where he was. He hadn’t known he was in a bad neighborhood other than the worn-down buildings and empty storefronts.  

The bars all seemed to be doing well enough, at least. And there was no shortage of cars stopping at streetcorners to pick the men and women lingering there up.

There was one woman with hair that made Kauri stare as they moved towards her, hanging most of the way down her back in shades of purple, green, and blue, nearly iridescent. She was wearing a short, tight minidress that mirrored it, the sequins almost like fish scales. “She looks like a mermaid,” Kauri breathed, but then caught himself. “I… don’t know what a mermaid is, I don’t know why I said that...”

“Uh-huh,” Jack said softly, almost under his breath, already starting to steer Kauri away.

Too late.

The woman heard them, glancing over and tossing hair over one shoulder.. “Oh thank you, honey. I worked hard to buy a wig as nice as this one.” She raised two thinly plucked eyebrows at Jack, shooting him a smile that wasn’t quite kind. “Look at you, Jack-Jack, picking up strays. Takes one to know one, I guess. Adopt don’t shop, that’s what I always say. This one’s cute.”

Jack smiled tensely back, the look a caustic and distinct leave us alone that had a mean little smile twitching onto the woman’s face in response.

Kauri shifted himself a little closer to Jack, and when the woman’s eyes went back to him, Kauri moved until he was behind the other man completely.

The woman pouted, a little, as if sad that he would hide from her. “Geez, Jackie, where’d you find him? He looks like he’s been standing out in the rain all day long.”

Kauri fought the urge to mumble two days actually, and hid himself a little more thoroughly behind Jack.

“I found him in the rain. Duh,” Jack responded, reaching back with an open hand for Kauri’s, hoping he would give it. Kauri gripped tightly onto him without hesitating, twining fingers around his and stepping as close to him as he could get. “Speaking of, I hear it’s gonna start up again pretty soon. Torrential downpour. Might wanna get you and your wig inside, Stella. See ya tomorrow.”

As they moved away from her, Stella rolled her eyes at him, shifting on her very high heels and turning back to watch the cars moving past, one hip jutted out. “Didn’t think twinks were your type, Jackie!” She called after him, and Kauri twisted around to look back at her, confused.

Jack pretended he didn’t hear her. He kept his eyes peeled for more hazards and leaned close to Kauri, voice low and cautioning. “Don’t talk to these people - you’re an outsider. They’ll eat you… and not in the fun way like I would.”

Kauri nodded solemnly, tightening his grip on Jack’s hand a little more. “Like, like the guys in the alley,” Kauri said in a half-whisper, less a question than a statement of fact. “They thought I had money, and then Mr. Owen… wanted me to miss him. That’s, that’s why he set it off, I think…”

“Yeah.”

Kauri hesitated, and then whispered, “Jack? Can, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“Um... What’s a twink?”

Jack burst out laughing and steered Kauri down a different main street. “A twink’s a skinny, young, hot guy. They usually bottom, but not necessarily. Stella’s wrong, though - my type is ‘has a dick,’” he grinned a bit.

Bottom. Has a dick, Kauri mouthed the words in echo but didn't say them out loud, his face a little red, still embarrassed. "I, I don't… I, um. D-Do I… am I… that?" He gave up on putting together a sentence that made any sense and followed Jack in embarrassed silence after that.

The convenience store was on the corner of this block, bars on the large windows but a view of the fluorescent lights and displays inside visible in between them, and Jack led Kauri in after taking a quick look around. “Hey, Bill,” he greeted the clerk, with easy familiarity and something like real affection.

“Hi, Jack,” the clerk, a man somewhere in his forties, responded without looking up from his book.

The shop had mostly canned goods, magazines, and junk food, but Jack took a basket and went right to the freezer section to pick up some meat first. Crappy meat, but better than nothing. He got a gallon of milk, some blocks of cheese, and a couple jars of pickles.

“Anything you want in here?”

Kauri kept himself close, nearly pressed against him, eyes on the floor. As far as he knew, he'd never been in a place like this before. Owen bought groceries or had them delivered, Kauri never went anywhere with him except a coffeeshop or to the Host's, or to the, the ski cabin, where he and-

Kauri cut the memory off before it could hurt, gnawing on his lower lip nervously, trying not to look like what he was - a runaway pet, something worth money. The clerk hadn't looked up but his bloodied face and ripped-up expensive clothes weren't exactly subtle.

"I, I, um… I, I don't-... whatever you want is fine, Jack," He said seriously.

There was a soft beep from inside his backpack and a muffled, slightly mechanical female voice said, Kauri pizza appreciate all kinds. Kauri sandwich appreciate but not mayonnaise. Kauri iced coffee appreciate milk.

Kauri's eyes widened back to the fear from when he'd first seen Jack and his already pale face went white.

Jack’s brow raised and he pulled Kauri behind one of the shelves, out of Bill’s view. “Please tell me you don’t have robot parts in you, too.”

Kauri’s eyes fixed on the floor, shoulders curving in a little. As his hair dried out of the rain it was beginning to frizz up, and as he shook his head he tried to smash them back down, less distinctive, less recognizable.

“I, I don’t… um.” He looked to one side and then the other, then slid the backpack off his shoulders, holding it with one arm curved around it while the other reached for the zipper. When he unzipped it, slowly, he pushed back the fabric so Jack could see inside.

Jack stared a second at Kauri, and then warily looked into the bag, half-expecting something to jump out. Part of a circle of black metal and plastic was in there, with two softly glowing red circles on the flattened top. Jack squinted.

Keira greet, the female voice said, clearly coming from the Roomba nestled into some fabric. Designation Keira. Kauri, Owner.

Kauri swallowed, shamefaced. “I, um, I stole something when I ran away from Mr. Owen.”

“... yeah. A floor cleaner. Real bright,” Jack said, bewildered, staring at the two faintly glowing red dots that seemed to stare right back. He’d realized the kid was naive, but he didn’t realize he was a dumbass. “That’ll help you a lot more than like… clothes… water… I don’t know, a knife. Whatever, man. It’s talking, though, and that’s weird. Pizza? I’ll get pizza.” Jack muttered to himself a bit, pulling a couple boxed pizzas out of the freezer. That was reasonable - he could do that. Great. Just great. Lost one psycho, gained another.

Kauri’s eyes narrowed, the first sign of any real backbone or spine he’d shown so far. “No, I took her because he was going to get rid of her,” he snapped, zipping the bag back up and throwing it angrily back over his shoulders. “And she has GPS, she could tell me directions, but I didn’t… I don’t have anywhere to go, so she doesn’t know how to direct me. I don't know anything, and she knows everything. I can't even read, I can't… I can't tell anyone I don't know how to read."

“You just told me,” Jack responded, more to be obtuse than to actually argue.  

"You used to be a pet, too!" Kauri half-hissed, half-whispered. "You should be the only one I can tell!"

There was no more beeping from the backpack. Kauri's jaw was set and angry, but even so - he never left Jack's side, shadowed him like the pet he still was, always just behind and to the side.

Jack didn’t exactly mind that, although he was starting to question Kauri’s sanity - in fact, he turned around and took a long look into Kauri’s eyes, checking for dilated or pinprick pupils. Kauri stared right back, swallowing against the way they were inches apart.

Finally, Jack sighed, seemingly satisfied with what he saw. “Okay, so she’s a computer. She could tell me the total of this stuff. If she’s right, she’ll match Bill, and then maybe I’ll believe you.” Jack listed everything off with their prices before tax and waited.

There was a brief pause.

Fifty-seven dollars and thirty-five cents pre-tax, the woman's voice spoke from inside the backpack. She might have sounded slightly smug, but that could have just been the way the mechanical, robotic edge to the voice made it seem flat. Local sales tax is 6% on food and 13% on non-food items. Total cost sixty-one dollars and fifty-nine cents.

Kauri frowned, crossing his arms in front of himself. "There, now you admit when she's right that I'm not crazy."

“I didn’t say you’re crazy,” Jack said. He hadn’t, not to Kauri’s face. He’d just been muttering that he was psycho. Which was… not different. “Okay, I did say that you’re crazy. But I don’t think she’s right.”

He took a hoodie and a pair of sweats off a hanger, and put them up on the counter. He loaded the food up. “Hey Bill, can you subtotal before these?”

Bill looked up at Jack and his company, sighed tiredly, and set down his novel before he started punching in and bagging the order. Which subtotaled, of course, to sixty-one dollars and fifty-nine cents.

“...great, thanks. Yeah, add these to the order,” he pushed the clothes. Bill added them, looked over Kauri and paused.

“Got yourself a new stray? Lookin’ kinda fancy, there,” he asked, surprised. He folded the sweats and watched Jack, who kept a straight face and tried not to look nervous. “You boys should be careful. Cops’ll be making their rounds soon. Here,” he tossed the hoodie at Kauri.

“Yeah, thanks, Bill,” Jack took out a pair of fifties and passed them to Bill, who put them in his drop box right away and counted out some change. “Have a good night, man.”

“Get some rest, Jack.” Bill paused, and the automatic doors had slid open with a sssshhhk sound when he added, "And get something over his arm."

Kauri glanced down only to realize that crossing his arms had made his sleeve ride up again, his barcode and Whumpees-R-Us product number in plain sight. He yanked the sleeve back down and cradled the hooded sweatshirt in his arms, holding it so the cloth folded over his left arm, looked perfectly natural.

“Fuck. Thanks, Bill.” Jack led Kauri back outside, looking determined and heading straight for his apartment.

"Is he… is he going to tell?" Kauri whispered once they were outside. "H-how far is it to your place? Mr. Owen might hit the button again, I don't want to, to be obvious if he… if he asks me to come back again."

“Nah. Bill’s a good guy, pretty trustworthy. And he owes me some,” Jack shrugged. He snorted softly. “Couple buildings down this way, couple minutes’ walk. You mean when he electrocutes you for fun?”

“H-He doesn’t-” Kauri cut himself off, a look of uncertain worry on his face. “It’s not for fun. I wasn’t supposed to be able to leave him. He, he just… he just misses me, he doesn’t have any other way to say it.”

“Yeah. Sure he does.”

Kauri clutched the sweatshirt closer to his chest, pressing just a little against Jack, like he was reminding himself that Jack was right there, and this was real.

Jack looked to the side at him. Man, at least Cori had never been smart enough to make Reid think he wanted him or cared about keeping him - he just took Reid off the shelf to play with and put him back.

“I was supposed to be, um… I messed up but he didn’t get rid of me, he could have sent me for refurbishment but he didn’t, just r-repair, so… so he just wants me home. I just-... I just don’t want to go home, Jack. Home... he hurts me a lot, now.”

Refurbishment had Jack’s gut twisting. There were so many phantom pains when he thought about that place and Ruby. “So do what you want. Don’t go home,” he shrugged. “I mean, he can’t be exciting to go home to if he’s hurting you when you’re not around. Can’t imagine what he does when you are.”

Actually, he could. Very vividly.

Jack stopped by a building door and bent, took a pair of keys from out of his sock - the only keys he owned. He unlocked the door to the stairwell and led Kauri up. “Make sure that closes behind you. Don’t wanna get any bums hanging around.”

Kauri looked quickly back over his shoulder, as though there might be some of those bums already ready to leap through the second their backs were turned. He pulled the door shut firmly, listened for the loud click as it closed and locked.

Then he turned back, following Jack up quickly, hissing occasionally as it jostled what he was pretty sure was a bruised rib.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to leave. He was nice, b-before I, um, was… incorrect. Aberrant pet," he muttered to himself. "Incorrect mental process. He got mean b-because I, um, he thought I was… looking at another pet."

“Well, they usually start nice. Then there’s… something… and their real self comes out.” Jack looked back over his shoulder, brow raised. “Looking at another pet? What, like you liked another guy?”

"I don’t think we count as guys,” Kauri said, a little confused. “Besides, um, pets don't feel emotional connections. The only individual a pet can develop an emotional bond with is its owner or owners-... You probably learned that, too. S-sorry, it's automatic…"

“Oh...sure. Spent a day arguing with my handler on that one just cause I could,” Jack laughed a little and shrugged. “Emotional connections aren’t... well. Haven’t had many.”

After they were up the first flight, they walked down the hallway. Jack stopped at the third door on the right, tested the knob. All good. He unlocked it and stepped in. The moment he was in, he hung up his jacket in the small closet, beside a denim jacket and a brown leather instead of the black he’d worn tonight. Then he peeled off his crop top, back littered in scars.

Kauri swallowed, watching Jack, and when he pulled his shirt off Kauri’s eyebrows rose, just a little. It’s been days, some part of him piped up, insistent. Kauri shifted uneasily. Owen had stopped caring about whether or not Kauri felt good in bed since he’d come back home from repair, and things had been mostly painful - and now he’d been gone for five days and his body wasn’t used to that any longer…

“Deadbolt the door behind you, set your bag wherever. Your Roomba can do its thing if you want. Shoes off - the floor’s clean and I don’t wanna track dirt everywhere,” he added, going to one knee to untie his work boots. Under his left foot, in the sole of the boot, he pulled out several folded-up hundreds. He stuck those in his jean short pocket. “I’m gonna go stash this and get some clothes on.”

“Uh-huh,” Kauri said, distantly, still sort of thinking about Jack without his shirt on - the absence of a mark inside his left wrist, but also the rest of him, too - as he dropped the backpack to the floor, stepped out of the too-big slides, and let Keira out to sit on the ground. “Her, uh-” His voice cracked a little and he cleared his throat. “Her wheels are broken, she doesn’t… clean much now. That’s why he wanted to get rid of her. Um… can I… is there a place I can change, or, or out here, or…?”

Jack walked to his room - the kitchen and eating area, along with a comfortable loveseat and a tv, were all one space. The bathroom and bedroom were both small, separate rooms. “Yeah, bathroom, or out there. Wherever. I see bodies all the time, man, doesn’t bug me.”

Kauri nodded, and thought that if he weren't what he was, he would want to use the bathroom, for privacy.

But he was what he was, and so he peeled the sodden, bloody, ruined blue cashmere off of himself without hesitating further, dropping it with a wet thump into the trash can.

The little circles along his collarbone still glowed faintly, a soft pulsing light. All the new red spots that would blossom into bruises couldn't quite disguise the darker, older marks already there. All his suggestions that Owen didn't hurt him all that badly became an obvious lie when he could see the evidence left since he'd come back from repair.

Kauri had been controlled, but he had proven to Owen he could no longer be trusted, and life had been… worse, since he’d come home, and he could only lie about that as long as no one saw his skin.

He swallowed, peeling his pants off, too, shivering with damp skin in the chilly air as he dug through one of the grocery bags to pull the sweatpants out.

Just as he pulled out the simple black sweatpants, fire lit along his collarbone, racing out through his nerves.

Kauri crumpled naked back to the floor, muscles rigid. He curled into a ball, jamming his hand against the little circles, whining low in his throat at the pain.

Jack had pulled on a pair of thrifted slacks when he heard a soft noise. He paused, listening, and then decided he was imagining it and reached for a shirt.

Along Kauri’s collarbone, the line of metal suddenly turned a bright and brilliant glowing sky blue. “Ow, ow, hurts, h-hurts, ow ow ow-"

On the floor a few feet away the stationary Roomba began to call out in a loud mechanical voice HELP KAURI HELP KAURI HELP KAURI.

Jack was running back at the first cry of pain. The Roomba’s noise made things feel surreal - how could a robot asking for help not be? - but he made it quickly and dropped to his knees.

Jack hesitated, hand hovering over Kauri’s shoulder, worried the current would carry.

Kauri twisted around to look up at him, blue eyes wide and focused on something far beyond him, making a constant helpless low whine in his throat. He reached out to grab Jack's wrist, his fingers shaking, but he gripped on tight.

Jack startled at the quick grasp, but he let Kauri take him.

"P-push, on, on it, h-helps-" Kauri tried to bring Jack's hand over the line of metal. His voice shook with the electrical current, forced out between gritted teeth with a jaw that would barely move, tears standing in his eyes. "Push on th-them-... Ow, I'm, I'm sorry, Oh-Owen, I'm so sorry-"

The Roomba dropped the volume of its voice, but it did not stop repeating its plea.

“Fuck, Kauri, you don’t need to apologize to him,” Jack muttered as Kauri pushed his hand gradually more and more firmly onto the line of metal, brow furrowed with worry. “Fuck this guy.”

The metal was warm to the touch, warmer than Kauri's skin, but as he pushed on it Kauri's locked muscles started slowly to relax.

The pressure did something - Kauri didn't know what - did something to make it hurt less, and Kauri kept his grip on Jack's wrist, breathing hard, still making low hnnnh, hnnnh sounds, tears running from the corners of his eyes towards the ground.

Jack stared at him, teeth set, worry evident as he watched Kauri cry and listened to his pain.

"No, j-just… just a second, he u-usually d-d-doesn't-" There was a tense moment, Kauri's back arching. He gasped as the metal under Jack's hand went suddenly hot.

Finally, Kauri collapsed back onto the floor.

"F-fuck, h-hate when it does this ah, after," he stammered, limbs twitching and jerking with aftershocks. "S-sorry, sorry, d-didn't mean to…"

“When it does what after? When it heats up?” Jack winced but kept the pressure, glad that he’d stupidly snatched food out of a hot frying pan with his fingers often enough to numb the ends a bit. “What didn’t you mean to do, man?”

"A-all of it… t-to, to go, to… " Kauri's voice shook, riding out the way his muscles tried to lock up, until finally he could relax enough to control his own limbs again. "H-he, ah, I j-just, hnnh." He had to concentrate to let go of Jack's wrist, slowly unwinding his fingers, still twitching as he rolled onto his back, grateful for Jack's cool clean floor.

Jack moved slowly when Kauri let go of his wrist, still leaning over him. He gently wiped the tears away from Kauri’s temple with his fingers, then slowly sat back, cross-legged.

Kauri leaned into the touch automatically, without a second thought. His eyes closed, breathing hard, but at least Jack didn’t hurt. "Hnnnh, it's, um… h-hate my voice like this, like th-the Facility… th-think he's going to bed, turned it up for th-th-that… s-s-saying g-goodnight…"

Jack stared, baffled, and shook his head. “Saying what? I definitely don’t like this guy.”

“I d-don’t want to either,” Kaui said, almost dryly, and opened his eyes again to try on a shaky smile. “I’m s-sorry, this… probably isn’t how you pic-pictured a naked tw-twink on your kitchen floor.” His shaky smile widened, just a little. “H-hey, I made a j-j-joke.”

Jack grinned and shook his head, laughing. “Do you hear me com-... complaining?” he almost had to force the word out. Which was fine. He’d force whatever they stopped in him, like he’d forced reading, thinking, saying what he thought. “Oh no, how do I deal with the naked twink on my kitchen floor getting electroshocked? A helpless hot guy in my kitchen, how terrible for me. Seriously, though, we should find a way to get that thing out. Carefully. Fuck him and his goodnights.”

"D-d-doesn't come out. They put it in me at the, when I got repaired. Th-there's a video… ugh." Kauri pushed himself up a little, resting weight on his elbows. The skin around the metal circles was reddened and looked almost like a halo of sunburn, but the glow had gone back to the usual soft blue light.  

"S-sorry. I won't… I'll get m-moving tomorrow. Thank you f-for, um, for helping me.”

“Sure, man. You’re welcome to stay, but if you wanna leave tomorrow that’s your decision,” Jack shrugged. He was a bit disappointed, but that was his own to deal with.

Kauri blinked, surprised at the offer to keep staying, and then his eyes dropped back to Jack’s body, before going back up to his eyes. “Hey, c-can I… you said you were a Romantic but y-y-you're all marked up. Did your owner do that?"

Jack laughed awkwardly and rubbed the nape of his neck. “Uh...some of it. They weren’t allowed to shock me when they trained me. Special order bullshit. So they used drugs and pain. And then some of these are from my customers, but nothing major. I was never actually trained for Romantic besides the positions. Already knew what to do for sex. But I’m stubborn like a goat, so... she had her work cut out for her with my Domestics.”

Jack look pretty pleased about that. He was stubborn. They’d changed him, but he’d fought every bit of it… except when he hadn’t. He didn’t think about that. That was Reid, and Reid didn’t belong here.

"I used to be stubborn, too," Kauri said a little wistfully, sitting up fully as the ache finally subsided the rest of the way. "I think so, anyway. I had to be, if I ran away, right? Training's supposed to get rid of it."

Kauri glanced around, searching the floor with his hands, before he found the black sweatpants behind him. Apparently he'd been laying on them the whole time. When he went to pick them up, his fingers twitched and refused to quite close. "Just like the Facility," he muttered. "H-hey, is it okay if, if I need a second? To get dressed? My, my hands are always bad after discipline."

“Yeah, sure,” Jack reached for the pants and set them on Kauri’s lap. If he let his hand linger just a little longer than necessary, Kauri either didn’t notice or didn’t seem to mind. “Let me know if you need a hand. I’ll get the food going. What are you thinking? Pizza?”

Jack had already turned away when Kauri, looking down at the black pants in his lap and with his shoulders still twitching with the occasional mild aftershock, said softly, “Mostly I’m thinking that I’m r-really fucking lucky I met you tonight.”

#whump #electroshock #tw: electroshock implants #tw: abusive relationship #tw: referenced abuse #tw: referenced violence #escaped whumpee #box boy #box boy universe #box boy multiverse #jack #spiffythespook #pet whump #dehumanization #future kauri #erase to control #whumpee #tw: references to prostitution #tw: referenced past noncon

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BTS Scenario - reader who hides emotions

Hi sweetie, I sincerely apologise for not posting this sooner, although I promised I would...honestly with all the final exams and stuff, this was quite the challenge for me and I hope I was able to deliver what you have requested. (I really, really hope you like it!)

Happy holidays! :3

Pairing - BTS x reader 

Warnings - none ; it might be too long hahaha 

Admin - _Maggie_ 

Kim Seokjin  

“(Y/N)? You okay?” Jin asked, seeing you stare blankly at the phone in your hands. “(Y/N)?” he called again and you blinked, waving your head before you looked up at him. “Yes, why?” You asked, fake smile plastered on your face and Jin chewed onto his bottom lip. “You have been staring at your phone for quite some time now..” you watched how he approached you, not moving. “what did you see there?” he took your phone and unlocked it.  

“Have you seen the bitch Seokjin is dating? Oh My God, she is so ugly and I bet she is with him for money and fame.”  

He looked up, your face still having the fake smile he hated. “Why are you reading that?” you did not answer. “(Y/N), how many times have I told you to not read that shit?” he asked, his tone rising but you did not waver. “It does not bother me at all.” You responded, your face emotionless and you got up to leave the room. “(Y/N)-" Jin caught your hand, stopping you. 

“You are hurting me Jin.” You told him, looking him in the eyes. “Why do you keep on reading that shit? I told you several times to stop.” He waited for your answer which did not come. “(Y/N)!” he growled “ANSWER ME!” he yelled and you flinched. “Let go of me.” “NOT UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME.” You stared blankly at him, his grip tightening around your wrist.  

“You know what? Forget it. I am not going to bother, you don’t want to tell me what bothers you and how you feel? Fine, keep on hiding everything from me and we will see how far it will go.” He spat, letting go of your hand as he turned around and marched out of the room. 

You stood there in silence, you never showed how you felt, you promised yourself a long time ago that you will not cry ever again, but you felt tears rolling down your cheek. You sniffed, wiping your tears away with your sleeve as Jin's words replayed in your head.  

“I am sorry,” Jin whispered, wrapping his hands around you from behind. He never wanted to make you cry, he never wanted to see you cry but it was pissing him off. “I overreacted.” He apologised, his grip tightening. “I-It's...It's fine..” you sniffed, silently thanking him for not turning you around. “It pissed me off, it pisses me off...you keep on hiding from me and I hate that.” He confessed, his lips pressing against the end of your jaw. “It will never happen again, I will never yell at you again.” He turned you around, wrapping his hands around your face, wiping the tears away from your face. 

“You look pretty when you cry tho.” You chuckled. “T-Thanks?” Jin leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. “I love you.” “I-I love you too.” Smiling, Jin pulled you close. “I know.” Wrapping your hands around him you thanked the world for rewarding you with such a gentle boyfriend. 

Kim Namjoon  

“Anyhow, I lost my goddamn earphones...again!” Namjoon complained, throwing his bag on the floor. You tilted your head, nodding at him and Namjoon bit the inner side of his cheek. Something was troubling you, he could tell. He learned how to read your body language since you never showed your feelings.  

Whenever something troubled you, you would close yourself more. Usually, your body language would be more open and he would always feel welcome, but now...the way you clutched the book close to yourself told another story.  

“Babe, what is wrong?” he asks, sitting on the sofa next to you. “I am fine.” You replied and Namjoon tilted his head, getting a hold of a book you held. “(Y/N)-" he called softly, you focused your eyes on him. “I am fine.” You repeated. “You promised me last time that you will talk.” He stated, his eyes narrowing and you sighed. “Nothing is going on.” You lied to him and Namjoon sighed. 

“You are lying to me again. You promised you will not to.” He growled, staring at you. “I am not-" “Don't just don't.” He raised his hands in the air. “I give up, I am done.” He moved away from you, your heart arching. “Namjoon-" you called, trying to stop him from leaving.

“Enough (Y/N), you lied to me and broke your promise I am done!” he said, voice rising as he got up. “I am fine with you not talking and expressing yourself but lying to me? I can't put up with that, not anymore. I feel like shit every time I come to you for comfort and you never, never did that.” He glanced at you, your hands trembling and he hated himself for saying what he did but, he had to.   “I am seriously done (Y/N). When will you stop being cold towards me?” you didn't respond, you couldn't find words and Namjoon rubbed his temples as you looked away. 

“I-" he sighed, turning on his heel and when he was about to leave, you caught the brim of his shirt, stopping him. “I-I am sorry.” You whispered, clutching his shirt. “D-Don't leave me.” You begged and Namjoon felt your handshaking and he turned around to see you. Guilt flashed through his body. “I-I will change, just-" your voice broke and Namjoon sat back down. “Come here, idiot.” He whispered, opening his arms and you instantly went in them.  

“I do not want you to change, I just want you to talk to me.” He confessed, his hands trailing down your back, caressing it gently. “I know it's hard and I told you many times that it's okay but, I can't go over the fact that you broke your promise. That hurts.” You clutched his shirt in your hands. “I am sorry.” You apologised again. “It's hard.” Namjoon kissed the top of your head. “I know, that is why you start with small things okay?” Not daring to look at him, you nodded your head. “So, will you tell me?” “I-I...I am worried, I am meeting your sister tomorrow and I do not know how to talk and-" Namjoon interrupted you by raising your head, forcing you to look at him and he chuckled at the pink colour on your cheeks. 

“You are dumb, you know that? She will love you.” He kissed your flushed cheek. “H-How do you know I-" his lips attacked yours, playfully. “I just know.” You gave in, you could never win against this strong and stubborn leader you loved very much. “Stop worrying and from now on, you will tell me 1 annoying thing that happened to you through your days okay?” You smiled as he moved the brim of your hair behind your ear. “Okay.” Namjoon smiled, cuddling you close.  

Min Yoongi  

You two were the same, did not talk much about what troubled you and you both were used to not showing your emotions in front of others. It took Yoongi years to openly talk to his bandmates and that time he cried on the stage...he was not proud of it, but he was not able to suppress his happiness and love he felt.   

Ever since then, he became bit open, at least he tried to especially when you were in the picture. He realized how easy it was because he knew that you would not judge him. He was the first one to say “I love you" and he made sure you do not feel pressured to say it back. You showed it, with each your touch, small and caring things you did for him and it was enough. In the beginning, it was enough but, now? He hoped he would hear it, he hoped it would slip but, it never happened.  

Is it so hard to say? 

He did not know, it was easy for him...he got used to the warm feeling in his body when he would say it, he got used to your small smile after he said it. And he waited, waited for you to say it...he thought that you are waiting for a special occasion and as the clock slowly ticked away the day of his birthday, he realized you would never say it.  

He watched you walk towards the doors of his room and when your hand reached the handle, he snapped. “Will you ever say it back?” he asked, his eyes focusing on the lyrics he had in front of himself. You stopped, blinking as you turned your head to look at him. “Wh-What do you mean?” you asked, staring at him, he didn't look up at you. 

“I confessed a year ago, you never said it back...how long do I have to wait?” your hand left the door handle as you turned your whole body towards him. “Yoongi-" you carefully called his name. “I love you, is that so hard to say?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting your (e/c) ones. Your chest tightened, his eyes burned holes in your soul as they saddened with each second that passed. 

“I know I said it’s okay but not anymore (Y/N), I love you...I just want to hear it.” Yoongi confessed and you looked down. “I-I thought you would understand..” You whispered, hearing Yoongi getting up from his chair. “I understand and I know you do care for me but I want to hear you say it.” You did not answer and Yoongi waited for a couple of minutes in a heavy silence. “Just forget I said anything and go home.” He growled, turning on his heel. “Yoongi-" “I have work to do, leave.” And so, you did.  

You came back, later that night when you were sure he was asleep. You loved him, more than anything but were so scared of saying it. Yoongi was laying on his bed, his head snapping towards you as you opened the doors. “I-I thought you were asleep-" you squirmed, apologizing and Yoongi sighed. “Well I am not, what do you want?” he asked harshly, instantly biting his tongue. “I-I don't-" you stuttered. “Just come here.” Yoongi pats the place next to him and you listened. He pulled you on his chest, kissing your forehead. 

“I am sorry for being an asshole.” He whispered, his hands wrapping around your small figure. “I became too greedy, not thinking about your feelings.” You listened to his words and a calm heartbeat. “I-I love you...Yoongi,” you whispered, heeling his heart jump. 

“W-What did you just-" he stopped, not being able to talk. “I was a bitch, I am sorry I-" he pulled you up. “S-Say it again.” He pleaded, the dim light in his room making you visible enough for him to see your deep reed cheeks. “I-I love you.” You repeated and Yoongi pulled your face close to his, crashing his lips against yours. 

“A-Again.” He demanded, your confession sounding unreal. “I love you.” You whispered through the kiss “I love you too.” Yoongi said, moving away from you, caressing your cheeks. “W-Was that so hard to say?” he teased. “Y-Yes.” You confessed, “Thank you..thank you for saying it.” He whispered, kissing you again as his heart skipped a beat.  

Jung Hoseok. 

Hoseok froze on the spot, he wasn’t able to do anything except watch how your favourite, white mug with small Christmas trees slipped out of his hands and fell on the floor in slow motion. Breaking into million pieces, making it impossible to glue back and the hot chocolate he made you, stained the floor and kitchen elements brown. “Hoseok? What happened?” he heard your voice and saw you approaching, he swallowed hard. “I-I am sorry, it slipped.” He apologised and you saw your mug, shattered on the floor.  

You bit your bottom lip and sucked in a breath. “Are you hurt?” you asked, staying calm and Hoseok shakily nodded his head. “Y-Yeah b-but your mug is broken.” “It's fine.” You said, catching Hoseok's hand in yours...checking it for wounds. He stared at you, not believing his eyes and ears. He knew how much that mug meant to you, he knew how much you wanted it and when you got it...that was the first time he saw you react and showing your feelings. It was the first time he was not the one who made you smile and it warmed his heart to the core.  

“Are you serious right now?” he asked, staring blankly at you. You looked up, tilting your head in confusion. “You won't yell at me or anything?” “Why would I?” you asked, looking down at his hands, which he snapped out of yours. “I broke your favourite mug goddamn it.” Hoseok barked, glaring at you. “It upsets you, you can't say it doesn't.” You stayed quiet, biting your lip as what he said was true and you still did not want to scream or yell. “There is nothing to say.” You replied and Hoseok grabbed your shoulders, squeezing them as he looked you in the eyes. “Scream, yell at me...just fucking say something that is not It's okay!” you stared blankly at him, not getting why he was acting raising his voice, but you were not good with emotions so... 

“(Y/N)-" Hoseok called your name, shaking your shoulders. “JUST SAY SOMETHING!” he screamed and you snapped. “YOU WANT ME TO YELL? SCREAM AT YOU?” You raised your voice and Hoseok's eyes widened. “DO YOU?” You screamed at him and Hoseok stepped a bit away. “I AM NOT GOOD WITH WORDS AND EMOTIONS AND ITS EASIER TO SAY ITS FINE THAN TO YELL.” You blurted out, shaking as you couldn't believe what you did. It was Hoseok's turn to stay quiet. This was the first time he heard you yell and he got scared. 

“You have broken my fucking mug and made me lose my temper.” You glared at him, turning on your heel. “Nicely done Hoseok.” Hoseok stared blankly at your back as they disappeared. “W-What just happened?!” he asked out loud and second after he was running after you. “(Y/N)!” He called, crashing into the bedroom, seeing you cry. 

“I am sorry!” he cried, wrapping his hands around you. You punched his chest, trying to push him away. “W-Why would you make me do that?!” You asked, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I would have told you but not like that!” you cried and Hoseok pulled you closer. “I got so upset because you did not get mad at me, not even when I broke your Christmasy Cup.” He clutched you closer before he moved slightly away to look at you. “I love my Christmasy Cup, that is true but I am not a type who would scream.” You sniffed “I am sorry for pushing you out of your comfort zone.” Hoseok kissed your forehead. “Y-You owe me a new mug.” You whispered and Hoseok chuckled. “I will buy you a new mug love.” You nodded cutely.  

Hoseok grinned at your cuteness and pressed his lips against yours before he slid them down your neck. “You know...you are so hot when you get mad.” A shiver danced down your spine as he hummed in your ear. “H-Hoseok!” you squirmed, blushing as you pushed him away. “Y-You have a kitchen to clean!” you pushed him slightly away and he groaned. “I forgot about that!” he instantly moved away from you. “I will be back.” He copied Swartzineger's voice and you chuckled. “I love you.” He purred, planting one last kiss against your forehead and vanishing out of the room. 

You chuckled, wiping your tears away as you waited for your man to come back with a new hot chocolate, which he did...half an hour later with a new, bigger mug and a big Christmas tree on the front. Your eyes widened and you instantly ran to him...spilling the hot chocolate all over the floor. 

“I love you.” You clutched him close and he laughed. “I love you too but babe, you are spilling!” he chuckled and you blushed, moving away. “Third time is a charm.” He says, laughing as he went in the kitchen to make you a new cup of hot chocolate.  

Park Jimin 

Jimin ran around like a little kid, it was his day off and you promised him many days ago that you two would go on a date in the new amusement park. He was extra excited which made you happy but, the dull pain in your stomach did not help you be as relaxed as you wanted to. You felt week, your legs were shaking with each step you took and you cursed at the fact that your period came early and you were unprepared. You had “just in case" tampons in all of your bags, but you always forgot to put painkillers in.  

“WE HAVE TO GO THERE!” Jimin got a hold of your hand, tugging it as he skipped down the road. You trailed after him, trying to keep up and when the rush of adrenalin and being pulled around washed out, your vision became blurry and black spots slowly filled your vision. “J-Jimin-" you managed to call, raising your hand in the air before darkness swallowed you.  

“(Y/N)!” Jimin managed to catch just before your torso hit the ground, his hands wrapped around your small body as he pulled you up and went on a bench. His heart was beating hard, his breath shaky as he trier not to panic. Gently, he placed you on the bench, raised your legs on up on the handle and took the bottle of water you always carried with you. And he waited, waited for you to regain consciousness as he gently placed your head in his lap and caressed your soft locks. Those three minutes seemed like ages for him and he saw you slowly open your eyes, a burden dropped from his heart and anger lighted up.  

“W-What happened?” You asked, your eyes adjusting to the light. “You fainted,” Jimin responded, his voice flat and you flinched as he looked down at you. You did not have to move his mask down to see that he was mad, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. You swallowed, “J-Jimin.” your voice trembling “Don't you Jimin me (Y/N).” Your lover warned, staring you down. “You passed out, do you have any idea how scared I was?!” he clenched his jaw harder, trying to stay calm. 

“What if I didn't reach you on time? What if you hit your head? Why the fuck didn't you tell me you were in pain? WHY?!” his voice raised with each word he said and you looked away. “LOOK AT ME!” His hand flew towards your chin, harshly raising it, forcing you to look at him. “Do you know how scared I was?” his eyes saddened, tears welled up in them. “Fuck (Y/N), you scared the shit out of me.” You chewed onto your bottom lip, swallowing hard as you pulled yourself up, sitting next to him.  

“I am sorry, you were so excited and I did not want to tell you.” You confessed, looking down. “I didn't want to ruin your day off.” Jimin sighed, rubbing his temples. “You know, I do not mind the fact that you do not like to talk about emotions or cry in front of me but...when you are hurting that is something I need to know!” he said, taking your hand in his. “Especially when you have cramps, which I know are bad.” Your eyes widened at his statement. “H-How did you-" “I am not that stupid.” He growled, “Your period is near, that much I know and the only logical explanation for you fainting is cramp pain.” You stayed quiet, not knowing what to say and Jimin got up.  

“Let's just go home...I do not want to be here anymore.” Guilt washed over your body and you got up. “Jimin, we still have half to-" “I don't want to ride rollercoasters anymore...I just want to go home, can we just go home?” he asked, turning on his heel and you followed him. “I am sorry.” You whispered, walking behind him and he turned around. “Sorry for what?” “Ruining your day...” Rolling his eyes, Jimin pulled you close. 

“Yeah you should be sorry and as an apology let me take care of you. We will go home, you will take a warm shower and after that, I will be your professional cuddler, is that okay?” A smile broke on your lips and you nodded, looking at him. “How did I live without you?” You asked and Jimin leaned down, rubbing his nose against yours. “I do not know, how did you?” you shrugged with a chuckle and Jimin softly kissed you. “Promise me that you will tell me next time.” “I promise.” Smiling, you walked down the park.  

He kept his word, he made sure you were comfortable and all snuggled up before he followed you into a dream world, holding you close to him. 

Kim Taehyung.  

“(Y/N)! We are going to Hyungsik-hyung's house!” Taehyung's voice echoed through the apartment and you sighed. “Why?” you asked when Taehyung appeared in the room with a big grin on his face. “We are having a reunion and they also want you to come.” You stared at him for a moment before you nodded and got up. He looked so excited and you did not want to complain or ruin his free day. “Okay, we are leaving in 20.” “Okay.” You whispered, going towards your closet to pick up the outfit.  

You hoped you two would stay home as he agreed to a few days ago. You did not feel like hanging out with people, but going to that reunion means being with Taehyung so, you swallowed your words and locked your feelings deeper. You do not remember the last time you two were alone and all you want is to snuggle next to him, eat popcorn and watch some movie.  

“Are you done?” Taehyung asked, fixing his jacket and you exited the room. Tight jeans hugged your curves perfectly and shirt accelerated your eye colour. Taehyung licked his lips and pulled you closer. “You look good.” He complimented, kissing your cheek and you smiled a bit, following him out of the apartment. “I can't wait to see them all!” he sang, walking next to you, excited. “Yeah? I am glad.” You replied, regulating your breathing and convincing yourself that you will be okay.  

You loved the Hwarang crew, they made you feel welcome and more than anything you loved the younger/older brother relationships between them. Your chest tightened a bit and you swallowed hard. Taehyung forgot all about you the moment you entered the house and so, you sat a bit aside, waiting for Taehyung to stop talking so that you can ask him to go home. You were exhausted, reaching your limit. Every time you would try to get Taehyng's attention, he would brush you off or glance at you for a second before he would forget about you in an instant. You took a deep breath and tried for the last time and, when Taehyung ignored you, you simply said that you will see him home (not caring if he heard or not) and saying bye to Hyungsik, you left.   

Taehyung noticed you weren't there an hour after you left and he got mad. He stormed out if the reunion and went home. “(Y/N)!” He yelled, slamming the doors behind him and marching into the living room. You sat there, a fluffy blanket around you. “(Y/N)!” He yelled again, standing in front of you and you looked up at him. “WHY DID YOU LEAVE? WHEN DID YOU LEAVE? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE LEAVING?” He growled, 

I-I did.” You replied with a whisper. “No, you did NOT. Do you have any idea how stupid I looked when everybody in the fucking room knew you left except me?!” you listened to him, not believing your ears. “How could you do that? How could you be so inconsiderate?!” you didn't say a word, your heartbeat raising as Taehyung began to walk away from you and you just couldn't stay quiet.  

“Me being inconsiderate?!” you growled, getting up. “What about you Taehyung?!” he stopped, turning around to look at you. “What the fuck do you mean?!” he spat, staring at you. “You never asked me how I felt! You fucking promised that we would stay home and we went to the reunion. And you even forgot about me the second we went in there. Do you even know how I am feeling?” you asked. “No, I don't because you never talk about your feelings.” Taehyung spat, glarring at you. 

You swallowed. “We have been together for three years Taehyung, you should have fucking learned.” You looked at him, tears in your eyes. “You act like you do not know me.” Tears fell from your eyes and you left him standing there as you slammed the doors of your bedroom behind.  

Taehyung stood in the living room, his eyes blurring as he then realized all the obvious signs he stupidly ignored. The way you did not giggle as you used to when he complimented you, the way you walked slightly behind him, the way your sentences were short at the reunion and the way you tried to get his attention and give him notice that you were not okay, but he ignored all of that. He was too excited to see his hyung's, that he ignored you...made you sad when all you asked out of him was to spend some time alone and he picked a stupid reunion over spending time with his (h/c) haired lover her loved very much. You should have been his priority and he failed you.  

With tears in his eyes, he went in your shared bedroom and went to you, wrapping his hands around your torso, your backs pressed against his chest. “I am sorry, I am so, so sorry.” He cried, hiding his face in your hair. “I took you for granted and ignored all the signs. I am so fucking stupid.” You heard his soft sniffles, felt his chest shaking and you bit the inner side of your cheek. “I-I am sorry too.” You whispered and felt how Taehyung waved his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about, I am an idiot.” He kissed your back. “Please, forgive me.”  

You turned around, placing your hands on his face and wiping his tears away. “It's okay Tae, I am not mad, it's okay.” He looked at you, nodding. “Now, can you smile for me baby?” you asked sweetly and he broke down into giggles, you calling him baby always made him happy. “Hyungsik-Hyung was right, you are my Angel sent from heaven.” You chuckled and Taehyung pulled you closer. “So, wanna watch a movie? Eat popcorn?” nodding happily on his question, you got up and he helped you prepare for the movie night. 

Jeon Jungkook  

“This fucking...YOU IDIOT!” Jungkook screamed at his screen, aggressively clicking his mouse and keyboard. “AH, FUCK ME!” He cursed again and you raised your eyes from the phone to him. He amused you and you did not want to admit but God your boyfriend was extra sexy and cute when he yelled at the computer. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU GET YOURSELF KILLED?!” He screamed again, and you could not help but laugh at him.  

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” he growled, turning around and glaring at you. “Nothing.” You replied, focusing your eyes back at your phone. “(Y/N), why are you laughing?” he asked again. “I am laughing at you.” You responded honestly and Jungkook sighed, getting up, pissed. “I am glad I amuse you.” He spat, exiting the room and you sat there, confused at his lash out but you brushed it off, not wanting to think much of it.  

The computer kept making sounds and so, you got up and went towards it. Placing your hands on the desk, you looked at the screen, leaning down. Your eyes scanned the screen and you saw some messages popping up.  

Oppa, you are so good at gaming 

Oppa when are we going to meet? Can we do it again?  

Oppa, is your girlfriend bothering you again?  

You moved away from the desk, your hands shaking.  

Was he cheating on you? Would he do that? Your Jungkookie?  

You shook your head, refusing to believe at whatever you were reading.  

Oppa, leave her and come to me...I miss you  

Jungkook went back in, seeing you standing in front of the computer, your face blank. “(Y/N)-?” He called, tilting his head. “Your computer was making sounds, I turned the volume off, I hope I did not do something bad.” You told him, surprised at how calm your voice sounded. “It's fine.” He said, sitting back at the table.  

Half an hour later, you still did not comment on anything. You stayed quiet, your chest hurting, mouth dry and you tried your hardest to not have a panic attack. You heard Jungkook chuckle as he typed on the keyboard and you knew he was not playing. Getting up, you took your bag and looked at him. 

“If you plan on cheating on me, at least let me keep my dignity.” You said, still showing no emotions and Jungkook turned on his chair to see you. “You fucking read my messages?!” he growled. “I asked you something.” His voice deepened and eyes glared at you. 

“Yes, I did.” You replied, voice still not trembling. “And you didn't say a thing? Seriously?” he asked and you waved your head. “Not worth it.” “Are you trying to say that I - we are not worth it?” he asked, biting his lip. “We obviously do not matter to you so why bother.” You stated and Jungkook sighed, his head falling back in the chair. “Do you even love me (Y/N)? Do you even care?” you shifted the weight from one foot to another. “Yeah, I do.” You replied. “You have a nice way of showing it.”  Jungkook said, not looking at you.

He didn’t say a word, you two standing in the silence. The burden on your chest became too hard and Jungkook looked at you. “Y-You know-" you started, words stuck in your throat and Jungkook interrupted you. 

“You never say anything, you are never bothered, you are always okay with everything...I have been playing games for days now, spending every free hour on the computer and you never, not even once asked me to stop nor tried to stop me." Jungkook said, his voice calm. “It pisses me off, you piss me off. When will you be selfish? For once?” you swallowed the lump you had in your mouth. “I-" you couldn't find words and Jungkook turned the screen towards you. 

“All of this is fake, I made Taehyung type this just to see if you still care.” He said and you couldn't believe your ears. “I guess that this was not good at-" your body moved on your own, you had no time to stop yourself as you raised your hand in the air, slapping Jungkook across the face. “You fucking asshole.” You spat, Jungkook looked down, his eyes wide. “You fucking asshole.” You repeated, your body shaking.  

“I-I am sorry, I just wanted to-" he stopped, looking up. You were shaking abnormally, your breathing uneven and he instantly regretted what he did. “I-I know I am bad at being a good girlfriend b-but I never once...I-I never wanted to hurt you o-or make you t-think I-" You hiccupped. “I-I-" your voice broke, and instantly, Jungkook had his hands around you. 

He hated himself, regretted what he did...he never wanted to cause you to have a panic attack. “I-I am so sorry.” He apologised, holding you close. “I-I know how much you love playing games and I love seeing you play them and I never said anything because it made you happy and-"Jungkook squeezed you tighter.  

“Just shut up.” He growled at you. “Shut up and let me feel like shit because of what I did.” You nodded, not wanting to talk anymore. He held you close, his head, hidden in the crook of your neck. “J-Jungkook-" you called, almost ten minutes later. “Yeah?” he asked, not moving. “You are done with feeling like shit?” the male snickered, moving away. “I think I will never forgive myself.” You tilted your head, looking him in the eyes. 

“Do you hate me?” Jungkook asked with a whisper. “Yeah, I hate you for making me slap you.” He sighed. “I deserved it.” With that, Jungkook sat in his chair, pulling you in his lap. “Is it really Taehyung?” you asked and Jungkook turned his chair around, showing you the conversation. 

“I would never cheat on you, no matter what,” Jungkook promised, leaning his head against your shoulder. 

“Can you teach me?” you asked, moving slightly away. “Teach you what?” “How to play.” A huge smile broke on his lips. “Seriously?” he wrapped his hands around you, squeaking happily. “Yeah, that way we can play games together and-" he did not let you finish. “Okay, you use this to change weapons, this to go forward and-" you chuckled at the way his voice got childish, you forgave him...the moment he apologised. 

You got a hold of a mouse and followed his instructions. “You are good!” Jungkook praised you happily as he watched your game. “Really?” “Yes, you are better than I was when I started playing.” The game ended and you slightly moved away, looking at him. “Am I good enough for playing with you?” he smiled brightly, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. “I am really sorry for what I did.” 

You shook your head. “I forgive you.” Jungkook leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. “I love you, from the bottom of my heart.” You blushed at his confession. “I love you too.” You whisperer, kissing him. “So, shall we kick some ass?” chuckling, Jungkook nodded, taking joystick in his hands.  

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[go-whump-in-the-night]

Lorenzo and Thaddeus, two paladins hiding out after being tortured by bandits, are waiting out a rainstorm. However, it seems Tad, the less injured of the two, is more hurt than he’s let on, and now the healer is the one who needs to be cared for. ~3,339 words~ (A/N: This is a direct continuation from this post, and is part of a longer collab between my partner and I. Starts off with some slightly angsty character stuff, then a big dose of whump, and some nice fluff to cap it off. Enjoy!) TW: Moderate gore/blood

“Truly, we are in the midst of some divine comedy.” Tad said. His bout of soft laughter left a small smile on his face as he felt around Renzo’s horns for fever.

“You’re still burning up. Let me try to…” Tad glanced over to the wet rag he had been using before. “Hm. I suppose I’m going to have to cool this again.” Tad gently pulled his hand away. “I’d say that arm was the worst of it. I’ll have a look at that shoulder in a moment. Rest for now, while I go soak this cloth.”

Tad scooped up the cloth and pushed himself to his feet. He walked over to the entrance, just short of the downpour, and unceremoniously dropped the cloth to the ground into the rain. As he waited for it to soak once more, Tad leaned against the wall of the cave, crossing his arms as he looked back over to Lorenzo.

“Let me know if you suddenly feel dizzy.” Tad called over the sound of the rain next to him, “The pain may have caused too much of an adrenaline rush.” He tapped his shoulder where Renzo’s still had glass sticking out of it, “How’s the shoulder?”

Renzo was breathing more steadily now, his hand still over his head, eyes closed. He looked oddly peaceful, despite the blood all over him.

“It only hurts when I move,” he said, not entirely truthfully, “He really did a number on it, though. Between that and the arm, he might be right...might have to learn to swing my sword with my other hand…”

The smile stayed on Tad’s face, but his eyes grew serious, “Lorenzo, I swear by the Eternal Rose, your arm and your body will be fully restored.” He looked out of the cave, watching the sheets of rains blow past.

“I’ve not spent our journey together transforming myself into a conduit of pure life magics for nothing. I…” Tad trailed off, the smile half-faded from his face as he gazed into the rain.

After a moment he spoke again, quiet enough to barely be heard above the rain, “Perhaps it’s selfish of me, in a way. I can’t stand anyone I care for being hurt. So I’ve learned to wield magic that all but completely removes any trace of harm. Am I… denying people the experience of being hurt, and learning from that pain? If I just solve every problem with a blast of positive energy, is a lesson ever learned?”

Tad sighed, and glanced back over to meet Renzo’s eyes, “Not that I want anyone to remain maimed, mind you. I just worry that my presence encourages recklessness…” Tad shook his head, “Well that doesn’t apply here. You will be made whole Lorenzo, I promise you. The moment we get back to the others and can acquire a Regeneration, your sword arm will be good as new.”

Renzo still wasn't looking at Tad; his eyes were shut as he attempted to calm his breathing down. His hand still throbbed with pain, a sharp, constant sensation that traveled from the tips of his fingers all the way up to his left shoulder.

“If you say so, Tad. I trust your skill,” he said quietly, eyes still closed,“And don't over think your magic so much. People say you learn from pain but...

I think that's just something that the people doing the hurting say.”

Tad nodded, “You’re right. That’s a sage observation, Renzo. Overthinking…” Tad glanced down to the now sodden cloth, lying in the rain, “Another skill I’m exceptionally good at, unfortunately.” He stared for a moment, watching the drops splash off of the dull white cloth before leaning out into the rain to retrieve it.

He wrung the cloth as he walked back over to Renzo, “Here, move your hand. This is good and cool, it ought to help.” Tad kneeled next to him, chuckling a little, “You know, I never thought the day would come when I would be in dire need of a bucket, but here we are!”

Lorenzo dropped his hand to his side, opening his good eye to look at Tad briefly before shutting it once again. He felt a sort of deep bone-weariness; it shocked him how exhausted he was.

He'd felt this way before, this almost sickening exhaustion, but...not for several years. Not since Cheliax…

“If it wasn't for your thinking, we'd probably be dead,” said Renzo softly, “Gratzie. I wouldn't have gotten out of there without you.”

Kraes wouldn't have even done this if he wasn’t trying to scare Tad.

Renzo’s brows furrowed over his closed eyes, and he tried to push the unhelpful thought from his head.

“Wish we’d not ended up there to begin with.” Tad said as he lay the cool, damp cloth across Lorenzo’s forehead. Tad moved it to wrinkle around the ifrit’s horns, covering as much space as he could, “But likewise, Renzo. Thank you for keeping me grounded long enough to find a way out.”

Tad leaned back to sit on his heels, “That arm has got to feel like it’s on fire. Want me to get some more wet cloth, maybe put some cold on it?” He gestured to Lorenzo’s wounded shoulder.

“I don’t want to go digging glass out of you until you’re feeling up to it.” Tad frowned, “Though aside from discomfort, I suppose there’s no point in delay…” He shrugged, “Garret always told me I had a tendency to hesitate when acting as a chirurgeon, ‘Just pull the arrow out, don’t ask them if they want you to!’, he’d fuss.” Tad looked thoughtful.

“Yeah, the hand’s pretty bad,” said Lorenzo; he was trying hard to keep his voice steady, “Just, ah, give me a minute. Then we can do the shoulder.”

He winced a little at the thought. Kraes hadn't just stabbed that glass into him; he'd pulverized it. Lorenzo had no idea how Tad was going to deal with that. He opened his eyes to look over at the aforementioned shoulder. It was a mess of blood, torn flesh and frostbite.

Renzo forced himself to stare at it, trying to acclimate his brain to the reality of the injury, to separate it from the fear he'd felt as it was being inflicted.

“I really lost my cool back there,” he said, “Nobody's ever gotten into my head like that. Nobody except him. I can't believe Kraes did it…”

“Well,” Tad fidgeted, “They are both skilled torturers. And I know Kraes…” Tad shook his head, “Er, that’s beside the point. There’s no shame in being overcome when you’re being tormented so vehemently, Renzo.” Tad smiled and dabbed at the cloth, “The important thing is we both managed to persevere.”

Another boom of thunder sounded outside, farther away this time. Tad looked up to the cave entrance, quiet for a moment. He sighed, “Why is it the men I love always get cut to pieces in front of me?”

Lorenzo was quiet for a moment, looking at Tad as the other paladin gazed out at the storm. He felt a strange upending sensation in his stomach, like he had just dropped from a great height.

“You let him know you cared about me…” the ifrit mumbled, “Somehow he figured it out. He only did it to hurt you. I could've been anyone, another friend or, I dunno...anyone…”

Tad shook his head, still staring out at the storm, “No, with anyone else it would have been different, I think. Kraes has a knack for sensing the way people feel towards one another…” He frowned, “Maybe because he’s lost the ability to feel that himself.”

He leaned forward, propping his head on his fist, “I think he wants me to hurt for feeling so deeply for someone. ‘Your loved ones suffer because you care, their deaths would be quick if you didn’t react!’” Tad said in a theatrical villainous voice. “I’ll be damned if I let him twist my feelings like that. I won’t apologize for feeling the way I do.”

Tad glanced sideways at Lorenzo, “Though I do apologize for being so easily manipulated into playing into Kraes’ ugly game.”

Renzo had snickered a bit at the overdramatic evildoer affect, and he still had the shadow of that smile on his face when Tad looked over at him. He shook his head with a little sigh.

“You're a good person, y’know? I don't blame you for what he did,” Renzo said, “That it worked so well...well, we both got out, so, he failed in the end.”

“Right!” Tad smiled back at Renzo, “He failed! We escaped, whole, and while not quite undamaged it’s nothing a little stitchwork and magic can’t fix.” Tad made a raised fist, “Love triumphs! Heh.”

He slowly moved to stand, “Well in any case, I’ll have a look over that shoulder while we-” Tad staggered, a wave of dizziness hitting him hard as he thumped back down onto the cave floor. 

His vision swam in front of him, and he blinked confusedly, “W-what?”

“Tad! Hey, hold on…” Renzo sat up, gritting his teeth and ignoring the sharp stab of fresh pain this elicited from his shoulder. He didn't immediately move to get up, but he leaned forward anxiously, tense.

Shit. How much blood did he lose? I know he was getting cut up, why didn't I pay more attention? I'm so stupid, he's been focusing on me and not thinking about himself at all!

“H-hey, take it easy...Do you need me to heal you some more? I've got a few more heals in me,” Renzo couldn't keep the fear from his voice; his words spilled rapidly out of him, “Or, uh, is there something else I could do? How hurt are you?”

Tad shook his head, trying to get his sense of equilibrium back as the room swam in front of him. He feebly tried to wave Renzo back, “I’m just… um… I think I’ve uh… overexerted. Too much… too much blood loss?”

Tad frowned and shook his head again, “N-no… not bleeding much…” He sat swaying slightly, trying to form a coherent thought. He looked at Lorenzo, deliberately opening and closing his eyes to clear his vision, “Javelin went deep. Might have missed something... inside?”

Renzo was already pushing himself onto his feet, pulling the damp cloth from his forehead and setting it down. He moved over to Tad and put a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady the other paladin.

“Wh...what can I do? I wanna help…” he asked, concern clear on his flushed face. “I still do have a lot of healing. Or...Or you could just tell me what to do? I know a bit of wound care stuff...I can bandage, o-or…”

Tad tried to hold up a hand, wavering for a moment and gripping hold of the hand on his shoulder. He looked up at Lorenzo, eyes suddenly clear.

“Bleeding. Slow, internal bleeding. Need to open the wound, on my side.” Tad nodded to Aria, “Dagger. In the Bag of Holding. Open the wound…” Tad shook his head, taking an unsteady breath, “Open the wound, and place your palm directly on it. Then… then heal.”

“W-what?” Renzo blanched, staring at Tad as if he had suddenly burst into flame, “Are you saying me using magic to heal that wound before somehow made things worse? How...Tad, how is reopening the wound gonna…?”

Lorenzo trailed off, hesitating. Tad was the expert here. If Renzo was going to help, he needed to just trust him. Even if what he was saying didn't make a lot of sense. 

“Alright, just...just sit down…”

Renzo quickly went over to Aria and began to dig around for the Bag of Holding. He was favouring his non-dominant hand, and that was making what should've been a simple task much more difficult. Renzo swore under his breath, shuffling around in the bag and breathing a sigh of relief as he grabbed hold of the dagger. Thank the gods for magic.

Tad shook his head, partly in reaction to Renzo’s question, and partly to keep the fog at the edges of his vision at bay.

“No… healing was fine. I think… gods, Kraes got something important.” Tad held out his hands in front of his face, he was beginning to see double, “Need to… trick the magic…” Tad held out a hand to Lorenzo, “Need to get it to… ugh… to heal deep.”

Tad fumbled at pulling himself up, trying to keep a coherent train of thought going, “H-hurry… please…”

There was a sharp gasp from Renzo and he ran over, behind the other paladin. He put his good arm around Tad’s shoulders, gripping him tightly, the dagger held in his teeth.

“Tad, sit down,” he said quietly, lowering himself to the cave floor and trying to gently guide Tad down with him.

Renzo's mind was racing. Tad wanted him to open a wound in his friend's side, and Renzo was terrified. He didn't know how bad this injury was, but what if he made it worse somehow? Bandaging a cut was one thing, but what Tad was asking was quite another. 

Oh, gods, what if I hurt him worse? What if I...What if I kill-

No, don't even think like that...gods...I can do this...please let me be able to do this.

Tad reached up to grab hold of Lorenzo’s hand, gripping it as hard as he could. He looked his friend in the eye, trying not to sway, “Renzo. Clean stab… in and out. Heal immediat-…”

Tad sagged, everything went black for a moment. His eyes hung half-open as his consciousness flickered. His grip on Lorenzo’s hand slipped. Suddenly, his senses snapped back to him. He blinked frantically. He looked up at Lorenzo, eyes wide.

“Heal. Afterwards. You can… I trust you.” Tad’s pawed at Renzo as if he was afraid of falling away.

“Oh, gods, Tad...” Renzo’s voice was rising with panic even as Tad's began to fade, “I-I don't know if I can do this…!”

Renzo's heart was pounding hard in his ribcage, so hard it hurt a little. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped from the extra long strands of hair that fell in his face. He dropped the dagger from his teeth into his right hand.

FUCK, it's not even my dominant hand-

If I stab too deep, if I can't heal enough, I can't bring him back-!

Renzo was gripping Tad as tight as he could, but he was forced to pull his hand away from Tad's so he could use the dagger properly. He moved Tad’s shirt up to expose the side he'd been stabbed in, which looked perfectly healed.

“Damn it...damn it...okay...okay…” Renzo was trying to steady himself. He raised his injured arm to wrap around Tad's front, supporting the paladin so he was leaning on Renzo's slim chest. He gritted his teeth from the pain this elicited from his own injuries.

Before he could second-guess himself any more, Renzo lined up the knife and, feeling sick, stabbed Tad in the side. Thin blood gushed out in a sudden, startling flow. Lorenzo swiftly drew the knife out and sent it skittering away on the cave floor like it had burnt him; immediately, he pressed his hand to the suddenly gushing wound and healed, willing every ounce of magic he could muster into Tad’s body.

Please, please, please, please…

“Uhrk!” Tad tensed as Lorenzo stabbed the knife home, the cold pain of the steel briefly startling him awake. He slumped back down as he felt Lorenzo press his palm to him and lay on hands. As the warmth of the healing magic spread into Tad’s torso, he briefly had a moment of clarity.

Internal bleeding. Most likely the javelin hit something vital. Tore it open with all this moving around. You’re about to pass out. Don’t.

Tad reached up to grab at the side of Renzo’s neck, “Don’t lie me down. Don’t let me fall asleep. Just… just hold me for a moment.” He tried to steady his breathing, focusing on the sensations in his gut. He frowned in concentration.

Lorenzo’s face was awash with fear and dismay. He couldn't tell if what he'd done had worked or not. He had just stabbed his friend, his already injured friend! What if he hadn't done it properly?

Tad’s hand was gripping Renzo's neck and Renzo wracked his brain. What was the right thing to do in a moment like this? What would Tad do? He put his own hand over Tad’s, still supporting the healer’s body with his own as the two sat slumped on the ground.

“Gods, Tad, I...d-did I do that properly, was that...are you okay?” Renzo babbled, voice tinged with panic

Tad took a slow, deep breath. He moved his hand to grip Lorenzo’s and held it as hard as he could, “You did wonderfully. Give me a moment. Just… just don't let me go, Renzo.”

Tad breathed again. Dizziness seems to be gone. I don't feel nauseous. Good sign. He reflexively leaned back into Renzo, the ifrit’s body heat felt amazing. Didn't realize I was so cold. Stupid.

“Gods… you really are burning up.” Tad relaxed a little, but didn't move, “I think… I think that did it.”

“Gods damn it, Tad!” Renzo said, his voice quavering, “How could you go so long without realizing there was a problem?! Stupid...”

He sniffed, looking to the side and letting his hair fall in his face to hide the intense relief he was feeling. Tad was so close to him, and much of his instinct was to pull away, to cut off this skin-to-skin contact. But...It wasn't all bad. And Tad sounded so much better already.

Tad loosened his grip on his friend’s hand, “I am…I’m sorry. I was numb from the cold, and my blood was up. Your healing…” He smiled suddenly, slumping into Renzo’s chest and looking up at him, “You stopped my bleeding. I was um… apparently stabbed rather deep. All my rummaging about re-opened the wound inside.”

Tad felt at his side where he had been stabbed, “Stabbing me and healing it again re-knit the wound. I should, er… probably move much slower now.” He reached up and touched Renzo’s face, “Thank you, Renzo. You saved me again.”

Renzo glanced back at Tad, startled by the touch. Tad's hand felt cool against his skin and he instinctively leaned into it again.

Then he gave the paladin a little pout and pulled back, raising his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear to hide his emotions. He blinked, reaching back to the back of his head.

“My hair came loose while we were riding,” Renzo's voice was overly calm; he didn't seem keen to respond to Tad’s thanks, “And my shirt got torn up, the shirt you got me…”

Reenzo sighed heavily, looking out the cave entrance. He didn't move to unseat Tad from his spot against Lorenzo’s chest. 

“Tch. What a mess.”

Tad slid down a little, leaning back against Renzo’s chest. He looked up at the ifrit with a wide, genuine smile, “Are you saying you’d like me to repay you with a new shirt?” Tad felt very relaxed all of the sudden. Most likely coming down off the adrenaline, finally.

The hand he’d reached up to touch Renzo leaned back against the ifrit’s chest, idly resting there. Tad closed his eyes as a small wave of residual dizziness swept over him, “Mm, Sir Demitrianus, I will buy you every shirt in Taldor if you’d like.” 

He nuzzled his head into the Renzo’s torso, “If you let me rest here a moment longer. Gods, I should have sat down to rest sooner.”

It was a good thing that Lorenzo was already flushed with his fever, otherwise his embarrassment would be clearly visible on his face. He looked askance, a strange fluttering feeling in his stomach. Tad's nuzzling was slightly uncomfortable - Renzo still had a lot of bruises and lacerations across his front - but there was something comforting about it, too.

“You really should've,” he replied, too relieved to sound very reproachful.

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[glitterslag]

Any Day of The Year - Roger Taylor x Reader (Valentine’s Day)

GUYS i’m literally so buoyed up by all the nice things people have said about Booty Call & its put me in the mood to just write and write and never stop SO here’s a silly little roger blurb thing i just wrote in one go because to be honest i’ve still got so many valentine’s feels and i’m not ready for the love to be over!!  i had to get this out even though it was 2 days ago    D E A L  W I T H  I T

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, smut

Summary: Modern day AU. You’ve broken up with your boyfriend and your friend Roger doesn’t want you to be alone on Valentine’s Day.

1.

“Prick.” Rog mumbled absentmindedly, mouth full of a cigarette as he chucked takeaway menus and unopened post everywhere, searching the cluttered kitchen counter for his lighter. “I’ll kill him.”

“It’s here, idiot.”

He turned to you, sat on the sofa with your arm held out, zippo in hand. He walked over to stand in front of you, staring down at you while you lit his cig for him.

“Has he cheated on you?” He demanded. 

“No, Rog.” You said gently, sighing. 

He raised a bemused eyebrow, hands on hips. 

“Well what happened, then?” 

He asked it as though he’d never heard of any other reason to break up with someone. In fact, he probably hadn’t. 

You just shrugged, looking anywhere in the room but at him. 

“Just said it wasn’t gonna work out.” 

“Wanker.”

“Yeah.” 

Roger flopped down next to you on the settee, arms spread over the back as he blew smoke at the ceiling. 

“You bothered?” He said, eyeing you quickly before he dropped his head back again, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. 

“A bit,” you mused. It wasn’t like the two of you had been going out long. “It’s more the fact that it was only the day before Valentine’s Day. Wish he could’ve waited, you know? Now I don’t have anything to do.” 

Roger chuckled, letting his outstretched arm come down to rest on your shoulders. It was always straight to the point with you two. 

“Saving himself a good fifty quid by not taking you out for dinner, mind.” He said to himself, staring at something far-off with awed eyes. “I like his style.” 

You shoved him hard, and he dropped the deadpan act in exchange for a hearty laugh. 

“Not funny.” 

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2.

Valentine’s was probably the only night of the year Roger Taylor didn’t have a date. 

Bad for his rep, he said, to be seen out with a girl on Valentine’s Day. Couldn’t be doing with them getting any ideas, thinking he was looking for relationships and romance. Besides, he could get laid any other day of the week. 

He was happy to stay in with you, eating pizza all night and keeping you distracted from the heartbreak of losing Jonty. 

“It’s Jeremy!” You hissed at him for the twelfth time. “And I am NOT heartbroken.” 

He shrugged easily and popped open a beer, grinning. 

“Whatever.” 

Roger never liked your boyfriends, and couldn’t ever pretend to be too upset when it all went pear-shaped (which it usually did). He’d always give the stupidest reasons, like not liking a guy’s hair or that his jeans fit badly, and even once because he “didn’t like the way he ate his cereal”. 

A few too many bottles of beer later and you were starting to wonder whether he was right, though, scrolling up through yours and Jeremy’s old text conversations, trying to pin-point the exact moment it had all gone wrong this time.  

You had Rog temporarily distracted, trying to make sense of the pizza menu whilst tipsy and not wearing his glasses, squinting and muttering to himself darkly. 

“I keep telling you to get contacts.” You said, half irritated, and he looked up and noticed what you were doing. 

“Are you reading old texts?!” 

You made a move to hide your phone. Too slow, he snatched it away from you. 

“Stop it!” You protested, making grabby hands at him. He held it high above your head. 

“You’ll only drunk text him.” He warned, as if he had all of a sudden become the authority on all things romantic, and you rolled your eyes, annoyed. 

“What kind of pizza should I get?” 

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3.

Roger could be a gent, when he wanted. He provided the beers and paid for the pizza (you’d usually always go halves on takeaways) and his unspoken sympathy offering didn’t go unnoticed. 

He also knew how to be a little shit. 

When the delivery man had smiled and told the two of you to have a good night, Roger had shot him an evil grin, taking the pizza box under one arm and pulling you into his side. 

“Oh, I will mate.” He’d said, roughly grabbing your arse as you stifled a squeal. “If you know what I mean.”

He gave your bum a playful slap, winked at the blushing pizza boy and swung the apartment door shut in his face. 

“ROGER!” 

He just burst out cackling as you shoved him away. 

You tutted to yourself as you took the food back into his bedroom, getting yourselves settled on the bed. You felt bad for the poor boy. He couldn’t have been any more than sixteen. 

You weren’t really angry, though. It was all in good fun. You knew Rog could never talk to you ugly or touch you ugly. 

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4.

“Hey this pizza’s shaped like a heart!” You exclaimed, pleased, as you opened the box. “Valentine’s Day, and all that. I love Pizza Hut!”

Roger peered in. 

“Cute.” He commented, reaching for your confiscated phone in his back pocket. “Should instagram it.”

You froze, watching him as he fumbled with the password. 

“Rog, don’t.”

“Why?”

You reddened, answering him in the smallest of voices.

“Don’t want Jeremy to see it.” 

He put your phone away, but scoffed at you nevertheless. 

“Why d’you care?”

You didn’t say anything. 

As mugged off as you were feeling, you could never bring yourself to do something like that. Even though it had been him who dumped you, you wouldn’t want Jeremy to think you were on some kind of date only a day after the breakup. 

“Fine,” Roger started casually, searching the bed for his own phone. “I’ll just post it on mine.” 

You eyed him warily. 

“Why would you do that? You hate all that cheesy stuff.”

He ignored you, hovering over the bed on his knees so he could take his picture from above. 

“Does Jeremy follow you?” You asked uneasily. 

He still wouldn’t answer. 

“Roger!”

“What?” He said defensively, and you watched him helplessly as he posted the picture. “Got to give him something to be jealous about.” 

“You better hadn’t have tagged me!”

“He needs to realise how much of a prick he’s been.” He replied simply, as if that explained everything, leaning back on his hand and stuffing a slice of pepperoni into his big fat mouth. 

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5.

A couple more beers later and you were snogging in a giggly heap and to be honest, the only thing you could think was how much of a miracle it was that it hadn’t happened sooner. His tongue tasted like garlic mayo, and you weren’t even mad about it. 

You knocked a beer bottle over in the process and realised you were far too drunk for this, and had it been anyone else but him it could never have been a good idea. You felt bad about Jeremy for what - a second? But it was Roger for christ’s sake. He couldn't exactly be one to judge. 

“Bet you didn’t think you would be getting it in tonight.” You said, strained, tongue poking out a little as you tried to wiggle out of your skinny jeans. 

“I mean I was kind of hoping.” He looked at you apologetically, scratching his head. “Is that allowed?”

After a few unsuccessful attempts to bend you over (”why d’you keep turning round?” “Because I want to look at you you fucking idiot!”) Roger conceded. 

“Fine.” He huffed, flipping you back over and rolling his eyes like it was some big chore. You bounced a little, giggling. “Guess we’ll have to do it the ‘romantic’ way.” 

Oh what a shame. 

You could practically hear the air quotes in his voice, but he smushed his face into your neck all the same, nuzzling at you with his nose as he pushed back into you. You sighed dreamily, running your fingers through his hair, and judging by the size of his smile against your skin he wasn’t really all that opposed. 

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6. 

Ten minutes later and you were both dressed again, back to stealing his pizza crusts like it was any other night. He searched for something to watch on Netflix and you rested your head against his shoulder. Easy.

“We did it the wrong way around.” You remarked sleepily, and he didn’t understand what you meant. 

“It’s supposed to be Netflix and then chill.” You explained. “We did the chilling part first.” 

He winced, chuckling. 

“I don’t think it specifies the order, babe.” 

It wasn’t until a little while later, when you’d nearly fallen asleep, that he finally looked down at you, voice low and eyes suddenly serious.

“The only thing I’ve done in the wrong order was leaving this until tonight instead of doing it two years ago.”

He pressed a kiss low on your neck, then, suddenly making you feel very sober, and your heart was beating so fast you had to turn away. 

#roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy! roger taylor #queen #queen band #queen imagines #bohemian rhapsody