#i'm a tiny bit late but hopefully it still counts :)

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (27/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: Cuddles and snuggles with friends are totally normal. But sleeping on top of each other?

Warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst

Word Count: 3.2k

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A/N: if seems very rushed, I'm deeply sorry. I just didn't know how to write this chapter. feedback is appreciated (as always, please and thank you!)

As a cold gust of wind blows around your heads, you snuggle a little closer to Charles. 

"Are you cold?" he whispers into your hair and strokes your spine with his fingertips, giving you goose bumps. Something he uses as a reason to tighten his arms around you. 

The fire in front of you is almost out, with only a few logs crackling in the bowl in front of you, providing the last bit of warmth in the dark December night. The thin blanket wrapped around you doesn't do much to keep out the cold wind. As you start to shiver, Charles pushes you off his lap.

"I'll add some more wood. Hopefully you'll be a bit warmer then," he smiles gently and gets up from the couch. 

"It's okay," you reply and start to fold the blanket in your lap. "It's already late. We can just go home." 

But your roommate shakes his head. "We can still stay here." 

"But -"

"I still want to stay here." His tone sounds almost desperate. "Please."

When you look into his eyes, there's a warm sparkle in them. And when he smiles, the sweet dimples bore into his cheeks, and you can do nothing but return his smile. "Let's go then. It's freezing."

You watch him take some logs from the corner by the patio door and place them in the almost burnt-out fire bowl. While you stretch out on the sofa cushions and snuggle back into the blanket, he lights a new fire. The light from the flames illuminates his face and gives it a golden glow. 

You rest your head in your hand. "I didn't know you were so good at starting a fire." 

Charles, kneeling on the other side of the fire bowl, can't help but grin. His gaze flickers from the flames in front of him to you. "There are a few things I'm good at that you don't know about." He licks his lips once before straightening up and taking the few steps to the couch. His eyes move from your face to your covered body. "Is there room for me too?"

You raise your eyebrows before pulling your knees up a little so he can sit at the other end of the couch. "Here you go."

Charles rolls his eyes. "Nuh-uh." Before you know it, he slides his arms under your body and lifts you off the couch - without much effort. "We'll share the space. It's fair." He sets you on your feet and pushes the blanket into your hand, then stretches out on the sofa so quickly that you can't protest. He clasps his hands behind his head and grins at you. 

You, on the other hand, cross your arms in front of your chest. "I think we have different definitions of 'sharing'." As he slips an inch, you have to suppress a smile. "And apparently also of 'fair'."

"I think it's very fair," he defends himself, dropping one arm to his side so that it's between his body and the backrest. "I'm lying on the couch and you're lying on top of me." He shrugs, as if it's no big deal that he wants you to lie with your body on top of his. "Come on. I thought you were cold. And standing around isn't going to help you warm up."

You step from one foot to the other. "You sure?"

Charles rests his head on the armrest of the couch before spreading his arms out. "Come on. We sleep in a bed at home. There's not much difference here."

Not much difference. 

You feel your heart pounding. "There's a big difference between lying on top of each other and lying next to each other." 

Charles sighs loudly before sitting up and reaching for your hand. You can't resist as he pulls you towards him with all his strength, almost causing you to trip over your own feet. The blanket falls to the floor and thank God you can support yourself with your free hand, otherwise you would have landed on his face. 

"Charles!" 

Your friend wraps his arm around you so that you don't slip off him or land on the edge of the sofa. His cold fingers slide under your sweater and find their firm place at your side, while his free hand lifts the blanket from the floor and spreads it over the both of you. You have no choice but to lay your head on his chest and snuggle up to him. 

"It's not so bad, is it?" he murmurs into your hairline and kisses the top of your head, making your heart beat faster. You just hope he can't feel it. 

"For being so muscular, you're pretty comfortable," you confess, playing with his fingers as they continue to hold your hand. "Not as comfortable as the couch, but I'm not complaining."

You feel Charles' body shake beneath you. He laughs. "I can lie on top of you if you want." His fingertips slide further from your side and almost slide under your body. He presses you tightly against him. "Then I'd crush you. But maybe that wouldn't be so bad. The closer, the warmer."

You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and press your face into his chest. 

You're a little surprised that Charles turned the last remnant of his two-year relationship into ashes a few hours ago and is now making these kinds of comments. He even cried. But maybe that's what he needs. A friendship that goes deeper than shallow conversations and coffee dates. 

Maybe he needs the closeness, emotionally and physically. Something he can hold on to when the roof falls on his head. Someone who pushes him to be better, but also brings him back down to earth when he takes off. 

You want to be that person for him. Even if it costs you your heart.

You watch as the individual logs begin to burn. Charles' chest rises and falls beneath you and you feel his warm breath on your forehead as the fire crackles in front of you. Charles' hands change positions; the one that was holding your own a moment ago slides under your sweater to gently stroke your spine, while the other finds its way to your head. With warm fingertips, he brushes some of the hair from your face before he starts scratching your head. 

"Do you want me to fall asleep?" you murmur against his shirt-clad chest. 

"Would that be so bad?" You feel his lips move against the top of your head. Before you know it, you feel them on your forehead as he breathes a soft kiss on your cool skin. 

"Uh-huh." 

"Why? I thought I was comfortable?" His voice is barely louder than a whisper. 

You curl your fingers into his sweater. "Pretty much. You're pretty comfortable," you repeat to yourself. "My bed at home is more comfortable, though."

"Then I'm sorry." 

You twist your neck a little to look at him. You raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Sorry for what?"

He strokes your cheek once with his thumb. "That you have to make do with me." His warm breath caresses your face and although you are literally lying on top of him, you only now realize how close you are. 

You smile tiredly. "Don't worry," you push yourself up a little and press your forehead against his cheek; his beard scratches gently against your skin. "My bed may be comfortable, but you're still my favorite."

Charles' lips kiss the tip of your nose before he kisses your forehead once more. "You're my favorite too, mon amour." His long arms wrap around your body under the covers, holding you close as the rise and fall of his chest lulls you to sleep. 

You dream of peonies, pasta, red cars and lightning and warm lips on yours. Of strong arms that wrap around you, a body that lies on top of yours. You dream of Charles, his smile and the warmth he radiates. And only when his body moves beneath you do you slowly wake up from your dreams. 

"Sleep well?" Charles' voice is raspy and deep in your ear as you squirm a little in his arms. 

You exhale deeply, but keep your eyes closed. "Uh-huh." 

Charles laughs softly and your head bobs on his chest. "So I was more comfortable than I expected." 

Slowly, you open your eyes. The fire bowl has burnt out, there are only ashes in it and the only things that light up the night are the moon and the stars in the sky above you and a small lamp that shines a soft cone of light on you from the living room. "How long have I been asleep?" You rub your eyes sleepily. 

"A few hours. But don't worry, as far as I know you weren't drooling," he jokes, but that doesn't stop you from jumping off the couch as if bitten by a tarantula. 

"I'm sorry," you apologize, running your fingers through your hair, "I didn't mean to use you as a personal pillow." 

"It's okay," he replies with a smile and scratches his beard. "I was going for it with the cuddling and the tickling, after all." He shrugs his shoulders. "I'm quite irresistible."

An image of him on top of you flickers in your mind's eye. How true. 

"I'm sorry though." You grab Charles's legs and lift them up so you can sit on the couch next to him. His calves rest on your lap. "Your back must be incredibly sore."

He waves his hand. "This couch is still better than the one in our old apartment. It really was a horror." He leans back a little, stretches his back over the armrest and you can both hear the crack of individual vertebrae in his back. When you look at him with a raised eyebrow, he grins. "Oops."

"Come on." You push his legs off you and stand up. "Let's go home. There's a super comfy bed waiting for us. And there's enough room so we don't have to sleep on top of each other." You hold out your hand to him to pull him off the couch. 

He puts his hand in yours, but instead of you pulling him up, he pulls you back towards him so that you end up on his lap. "Then let's stay here. On this couch. It's not as comfortable as our bed, but at least I'll have you lying on top of me." His grin is so wide that it almost reaches his ears.

You roll your eyes in mock annoyance. You try to suppress the fact that your hands start to sweat and a warm shiver runs down your spine. "You're impossible."

"I thought I was irresistible?" he asks, leaning forward. 

You hold your breath. "You said that, not me. And you're talking a lot of nonsense."

Charles lifts his hand and places it against your cheek, letting it wander until his fingers find your neck and his thumb lifts your chin. His mouth opens and his tongue glides over his full lips. "True. But when I say you're the most important person in my life, that's not nonsense." 

You place your hand on his. "Then what is it?"

"The truth." He smiles lovingly. "You are - the light in my darkness, the fire in my veins, the music in my heart. I never expected that you could grow so fond of someone in such a short time. And then you came along." He hesitantly removes his hand from your cheek and the warmth it had radiated disappears. "You're my best friend."

Never in your life have you wanted to scream as loudly as you do at this moment. And you want to scream at the man in front of you, tell him that you want to be more to him than his best friend, that you want to kiss him, that you want to be his. And that you can hardly stand it when he's not with you.

And you want to scream at yourself, smack yourself, because you're trying to convince yourself that a friendship is enough, even though your heart is telling you that it's the last thing you want from him. You want to grab yourself by the shoulders and shake you until you come to your senses. 

You are Charles' friend. His best friend. And even if actions speak louder than words, his words were unmistakable. 

You smile at him. "I wouldn't want to be anything else either."

While Charles pushes the sofa back into place, you clear away the rest. You fold up the blanket and put it on the back of the sofa in the living room and the empty Coke cans end up in the garbage can in the kitchen. There's no sign of Joris, but his bedroom door is closed and there's not a sound to be heard. The apartment is dead quiet until Charles joins you in the kitchen. 

"Last time we were here, we had a fight afterwards, remember?" he asks, leaning against the doorframe. 

You turn to him and take a look at the kitchen island, where nothing is lying around except for a large wooden board. You chew the inside of your cheek. "I hate to remember that."

Your flatmate tilts his head. "The phone call or the argument?"

"The fight."

Charles pushes me away from the doorframe and stands opposite you at the kitchen island. "I'd like to apologize again. I went one step too far. And we haven't even known each other for twenty-four hours."

"Charles..."

"No, listen to me." He circles the counter until he stands in front of you and takes your hands in his. They're soft and warm. "I crossed a line that day and you were right to be angry with me. I just want to say again that I definitely don't want to do that again. The fighting I mean." He smiles. "I'd defend you to Raphael any time of day or night."

You purse your lips. "Then it's a good thing we can leave him behind. Just like Annika."

He lifts your hands and presses a fleeting kiss to your knuckles. "And I couldn't have done it without you."

The drive home isn't far, thank God, and as Charles parks his brother's car in the underground garage, you're overcome with tiredness again. You would have preferred to stay in the car, recline your seat and close your eyes. But Charles's hand on your thigh pulls you back into the world of the living. 

"We're here, sleepyhead. Come on, there's a warm bed waiting for you upstairs that can hardly wait for you to snuggle up in."

"I can hardly wait either," you smile as you unbuckle your seatbelt and follow your roommate to the elevator. The light inside is bright and far too harsh for your tired eyes, so you close them and lean your head against the elevator wall. "I'm so tired."

"But you slept." 

You open your eyes and look at your friend. "What's up with you? Aren't you tired too?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Do I look that exhausted?" He runs a hand through his hair. "I slept a bit too, don't worry. You lying on top of me wasn't just comfortable for you."

You try not to think too much about his comment as you get ready for bed and then lie down in your long-awaited bed. You plug your phone into the charging cable and see an Instagram notification pop up. 

You have to smile. 

liked by pierregasly and others tagged: yourusername francisca.cgomes: favorite cardigan, favorite person

"What's up?" asks Charles, who closes the door behind him. 

You try not to stare at his naked torso, which, thank heavens, you manage to do. "Here, Kika's following me on Instagram now." You hold your phone out to him briefly so he can see her post. "I'll just follow her back."

"Can I follow you now too?" he asks as he lies down in bed next to you, phone in hand. 

You look at him in confusion. "You're already following me."

Charles laughs as if you've told a joke. "That's right. But this is my private account. I'd like to follow you on my official account, if that's okay with you."

"It's okay with me," you reply, "but are you sure? After all, Kika has tagged me in her pictures. And if they go to my profile, they'll see that you're following me too, won't they?"

You don't really want to rub his caring in, but it was his idea to take Kika and Pierre furniture shopping. And to drive through Monaco in your old Renault. The fact that he wants to follow you - quite publicly and for everyone to see - on Instagram goes against everything he's done for your safety. 

"They will. But we're friends, after all, and I won't be able to keep you out of the spotlight forever."

"All right." A moment later, another notification pops up. You quickly accept his request and follow him back before looking at the last picture he posted. You grin at him. "Cool picture, who took that?"

Playfully clueless, he shrugs his shoulders before snuggling into the pillow. "My best friend." 

As you put your phone away, he switches off the bedside lamp and darkness and silence fill the room. You feel his warmth under the covers and you want to scoot the few inches over to him and press yourself against him until you're engulfed by his warmth. 

"Would it be weird if we cuddled?" His voice sounds hesitant, as if he was struggling to ask you that. When you don't answer, Charles quickly backpedals. "I'm sorry. I know we're just friends, but - I don't know - when you're there, I feel like I'm at home. And it calms me down when you're with me. I'm sorry, that all sounds totally selfish."

You reach under the blanket for his hand. He squeezes it twice. "Friends can cuddle too, I think. I mean, without ulterior motives."

"Good," he murmurs and his arm wraps around your middle to pull you closer. He drapes your leg over his hip and your hand rests on his chest. "Is that okay with you?" His fingertips dance on your bare skin under your sleep shirt. 

You press your face into his neck and breathe in deeply. As you exhale and your hot breath brushes over the soft skin of his neck, he pushes your leg down a little further, tangling your limbs together. "If that's what it is for you." 

"It is." Charles presses one last kiss to your forehead before resting his cheek against the top of your head again. "And now we need to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. I don't think my mother can wait to get to know you better." 

"Do you think she'll like me?" you ask softly into the darkness. 

Charles' skin is warm and soft against yours as he presses you against him and your shirt slides up a little. "I think that anyone who gets to know you better will fall head over heels in love with you. Whether they want to or not."

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Charles Instagram post

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[vernon-s-whore]

✧༺♥༻∞Kinktober Day 4

Yeonjun ft. Jeon Jungkook

Squirting +Mirror sex + Voyeurism

warnings: smut, squirting, mirror sex, unclear sex boundaries, there is slightly dubious consent about JK sitting in

Taglist: @taekookstata @owjohny @dickdeprived @lvefoolishh

word count: 1374 words

a/n: ik this is late. i'm shifting to my college dorm this week so it's a bit hectic. i'm gonna catch up though (hopefully :P)

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“They’re gonna know,” you whimper, glancing at the door, the wooden flooring cold under your ass, contrasting with the heat of the man behind you.

“They won’t,” Yeonjun’s tongue is sticking out between his teeth, a tiny peek of pink in the mirror which you glance at. “There are no cameras in this room, it’s for our personal use.”

“They’ll hear,” you gasp as Yeonjun’s fingers shove deeper in your pussy, two fingers deep already having worked you open already, slick fluid dripping down, pooling on the hardwood floor as Yeonjun fingers you, your body coiling tighter with each brush of his fingers against your nerves.

He nuzzles your ear, your back pressed against his chest and watches in the mirror as you lose your composure under his touch, watches your pretty thighs tremble when he presses the pad of his middle finger to your clit, rubbing tight circles which has you arching your back, falling against him, your skirt bunched at your waist, your panties hanging off your left ankle, a pretty baby pink thing.

“Fuck- ju-junnie!” you moan, your hand scrabbling at his wrist, to press closer, to push him off, you don’t know. The knot in your belly is so tight, you’re on the verge of coming undone. You catch a glimpse of him in the mirror and the sight really hits you.

The practice room, Yeonjun’s concentrated look, the furrow of his eyebrows, how dark his usually soft brown eyes are, the sweat that sticks to both of you. The smell of his deodorant, the tense muscles in his biceps as he hitches you higher into his lap, makes you spread your legs more in the mirror like a wanton whore, putting yourself on display in your boyfriend’s company building knowing anyone can walk in, knowing that the door doesn’t lock from the inside, not after Kai got stuck in one of the rooms and missed a schedule.

Your fingers wander from Yeonjun’s wrist to his knuckles, your orgasm teetering on the edge.

“Inside me, please,” you whisper, a choked moan following right after.

You pray no one comes here, especially not one of the juniors. You don’t want to scar them mentally for life. Yeonjun’s fingers plunge into your sopping wet hole again, a slick squelch audible as he curls his fingers inside you. That was your last straw.

You cum, toes curling in your shoes, body tensing as your pussy flutters around Yeonjun’s fingers, eyes fluttering shut when you see a sliver of black in your periphery.

Someone coughs behind you and then you freeze.

Yeonjun stiffens too, his arms snapping your thighs close with undue strength, making you wince and you turn, eyes widening in horror.

“Hyung,” Yeonjun’s voice is shaky, dumbstruck. Scared.

“You should lock doors, you know? Or do it in rooms that actually lock,” Jungkook states, fiddling with the broken lock on the door. His doe-eyes flick up. “Oh, don’t be scared, I’m not gonna tell anyone, kid,” he grins mischievously, keeping his eyes firmly away from your compromising figure, even now that your legs are closed, you are still acutely aware of your underwear on display for Yeonjun’s sunbae. The Jeon Jungkook.

You want to laugh. You also want to cry and bury your head in Yeonjun’s chest, ashamed. You move to tug up your underwear and hopefully walk away like this never happened in the first place. At least that’s what you try to do but Yeonjun’s hand catches your wrist.

“Do you mind if hyung watches?” Yeonjun asks abruptly, eyes flickering up to meet yours.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Jungkook’s swagger falter as well at Yeonjun’s intonation.

“What- watches what-,” you stumble over your words, gaze whipping back and forth between Yeonjun and a dumbstruck senior standing by the door.

“Yeonjun I don’t thi-,” Jungkook begins but is silenced at the pleading look in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Okay,” you say. “I don’t mind.” And though your hands tremble, a thrill runs through you.

The grin on Yeonjun’s face is Cheshire like, the way his eyes crinkle in an almost unfriendly way. Once, this had been a fantasy he had discussed with you and you had said yes.

“Do you mind watching, hyung?” Yeonjun asks, voice so honeyed, the way it only got when he was at his absolutely depravity.

Jungkook’s lips pursed up but he shook his head, taking long strides across the floor, coming to stand in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of what you have only ever watched in fancams or in passing before, the way the muscles in Jungkook’s calves shift as he crouches down in front of the mirror before sitting against it, eyes wide, wondering, waiting.

“Open your legs for hyung now,” Yeonjun’s hands press on the inside of your thighs, opening you up again. You see Jungkook swallow reflexively as Yeonjun pulls your skirt up, tucking it back into your waistband so it doesn’t fall.

“What would you like to see hyung?” cat-eyes flick up to Jungkook who glances between the bared pink slit and the hungry, almost feral glint in Yeonjun’s eyes.

“Finger her like you were doing before,” Jungkook says, keeping his voice as steady as he could.

Yeonjun nods, tracing your folds with a cold index before coming to circle your clit the subsequent pleasure having you buck your hips into his hand.

“Look at hyung while I get you off, okay?” Yeonjun instructs pushing a finger in you. You could cum right now if Yeonjun sped up the slightest bit. Could cum with Jeon Jungkook’s eyes on your, so doe-eyed and yet no innocence, the clench of his jaw an indication of the restraint he was exercising.

Yeonjun kisses your neck, licking behind your ear; you shiver, more wetness pooling on Yeonjun’s fingers. He pushes in three which has you gasping, once again right where you were before Jungkook walked in, so close to orgasm. Yeonjun fingers brush against your g-spot again. And again. And again and you’re moaning, the pressure in your belly unrelenting and there is this other need. You feel like you’re gonna pee. And you really don’t want to in front of two guys.

“Ye- stop, Yeonjun,” you bite your lips, muscles tense, threatening to release you into an orgasm. But Yeonjun is too far gone, to indulged in the way his fingers glisten in the mirror when he pulls them out of you and then pushes the milky arousal back into your cunt, so fucking wet, wetter than he has ever had the pleasure of seeing you.

“Stop- junnie- I’m gonna cu-“ you whisper voice cut short by the fuse going off in your body. You cry out, mouth hanging open in an ‘o’ while Yeonjun still continues fingering you unrelenting.

You hear a soft gasp from Jungkook, the unforeseen amount of wet you feel gush out of you as you climax, vision darkening, heartbeat thundering in your ears and so much fluid coming out of you, you are sure not all of it is just your arousal.

“You squirted,” there is wonder in Yeonjun’s voice. “I didn’t know you could do that.” His hand squeezing your thigh, massaging it while your limp body tried to regain its senses, utterly mortified.

“I didn’t know either,” you whispered, breath heavy, only now realising that the feeling of wanting to ‘pee’ was simply instinct to squirt. Oh my god Yeonjun made me cum so hard that I squirted-

Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, eyes on the puddle of clear liquid before flicking back up to your face.

“That was… fucking amazing,” he nods as though confirming his conclusions to himself and you feel suddenly even more mortified sitting in front of him with not a single piece of fabric covering your ass and yet dressed in shoes and socks.

“Next time I’m not just watching,” Jungkook says voice deep; promptly getting up and walking out the practice room, but not before you see the imprint of his cock in his joggers.

“I’m gonna make you squirt every single time now,” Yeonjun nips at your ear, massaging your thighs. “Gonna make Jungkook hyung watch again if that’s what it takes.  

#yeonjun x reader #txt smut #kpop smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut #jungkook smut #kia's kinktober #kinktober 2022

[todoroki-waifu]

Super late, but this is from the poll results! Thank you again to those who voted. :)

Itadori x Reader

Warning: Gender neutral reader, a small, slightly suggested part, and cursing.

Scenario: How Itadori shows he really cares for you.

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,896

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You returned from your two day mission late that evening, exhausted and sore. You also didn't recover from the previous missions that were given to you prior to the one you just came back from. Because of your abilities and the rising numbers of high grade curses, you were needed more frequently. You either went solo or in a group, but lately it's just been you.

"Good morning, everyone." A yawn is laced with your greeting as you walk  towards the entrance of the dormitories. The others were training, but stopped when they saw you.

"Good morning? It's already evening!" Itadori straightens up from his defensive stance to rush over to you.

"__(y/n)! It's been forever!" Kugisaki beats Itadori and has her arms wrapped around your body.

"I know, I've been a bit busy with these assignments." You returned her embrace.

"I'm gonna yell at Gojo-sensei for taking you away from me. I'm getting hives from being around these two monkeys for so long." She jests as Fushiguro sends her a glare while Itadori raises a brow.

"You might have to hold on just a bit longer. I'm leaving again tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Already?" Itadori was starting to agree with Nobara about scolding their white haired sensei.

"Yeah, but it's at night! Hopefully it'll just be a one day kind of thing."

"I hope so! Anyway, go get settled. We're finished here then we're gonna make some hot pot."

You nod at the three of them, agreeing to join them later once you finish taking a shower and changing into comfortable and intact clothes. Yuji leaves Megumi and Kugisaki to walk with you back inside.

"You sure you're gonna be okay going tomorrow?" He then grabs your bag and belongings, offering to hold them for you. You attempt to get them back, but Yuji wants to help. Even if it's something as tiny as this.

"Yeah, I mean...I don't really have a choice, but even if I did, I'd still take it. There's people in danger so I want to do this."

"You're over exhausting yourself." He frowns at the consequences your body may potentially suffer.

"I'll be fine. Promise." You give him a smile as you make your way towards your room. Once in front of your dorm, that was when you both departed to get ready for dinner.

You're gathered on one table with a boiling pot of soup and various ingredients scattered around. You thanked those who prepared it since none of them allowed you to help and instead encouraged you to rest. A few minutes into dinner and your body was starting to crave sleep.

"Whoa, hey, you okay?" Itadori sees your head in an alternating up and down motion with your eyes fluttering and bowl almost tilting forward. He puts down his own bowl to stabilize yours as you finally lift your head up.

"Sorry! I just got so tired suddenly."

"We can save you some if you want to go to bed." Megumi suggests and you shake your head.

"I'm hungry, too. Wish there was a way I could both eat and sleep at the same time." You tried to rub the sleepiness from your eyes.

"Oi, why don't you feed them? They can barely hold their bowl. Help them out." Nobara points her chopsticks at Yuji.

"M-me?!" A red tint develops across his face.

"Duh, of course you! You're the one sitting next to them."

Itadori grabs your utensil and dish, picking up some noodles before telling you that he'd assist feeding you.

"You mean I can close my eyes and eat? Perfect!" You turn your body to face Itadori with your eyes shut and mouth open to accept some food. Itadori's blush only deepened and he could feel his blood was being directed elsewhere.

"Oh my God!" He shouts suddenly, earning confused stares from his friends.

"What happened?" You ask and Itadori shakes his head.

"No-nothing. Sukuna was just being...funny."

"Fuck you, kid. You know you were thinking the same thing." A toothy grin appears on his right cheek, making Itadori yell at the cursed spirit residing in him.

"He's having a moment...Fushiguro, you go feed __(y/n)." Your brown haired friend elbows the shikigami user and he starts to stand up.

"N-no! I got it. Just give me a sec." The pink haired boy was able to quiet a laughing Sukuna before focusing on you. You went back to your previous position and Itadori had to bite down on his tongue to fight off another blush. He thought back on how tired and hungry you were which redirected his concentration.

Yuji made sure that the food wasn't too hot or too big for you to bite on. He kept a steady pace and managed to find a way to feed himself in between. After a few more bites and enjoying being fed by your crush, you took back your bowl. It was fun to see his reaction, but found it sweet at how determined he was that you fulfilled your nutritional intake for the day.

Once everyone was satisfied with warm and full bellies, you attempted to wash the dishes. Again, none of them allowed you and Kugisaki sent Itadori to bring you upstairs.

"You should get some rest." He starts leading you to your room.

"Not yet! I've missed you!" You immediately swerve in front of him then your eyes widen at what you just said. "A-and Nobara! And Megumi, too! I haven't hung out with you guys in a long time."

"Well, Kugisaki and Fushiguro are gonna head to bed early since they leave for a mission in the morning. Mine isn't until the afternoon so I can hang out with you if you don't mind just me?"

"Of course, not! I love hanging out with you. C'mon." You grabbed his hand, dragging him to your room. You both occupied your bed, you leaning against the headboard while Itadori was laying sideways on the foot of your bed.

Within a few minutes while Itadori was catching you up on the past few weeks, you were nodding off again until you plopped on the bed. The pink haired vessel wasn't offended, instead was relieved that you finally accepted some sleep.

He carefully maneuvers you into a better position, covering you up to your shoulders with your blanket. As he adjusts the pillow under your head, he frowns at the number of bandages and bruises on your person. He then exits the room after turning off the lights, pulling out his phone to dial his teacher's number.

"Itadori? What's up?"

"Please let me take __(y/n)'s mission."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I know they have one tomorrow night. Let me take that instead and switch theirs with mine."

"Why?" Gojo asks after a brief pause.

"Be-because I...I just..they've been, you know and I just-" He stutters, face and ears becoming warm. "Just let us switch! Please, sensei."

The white haired male exhales loudly before explaining the details of the case. "This is going to be a difficult one for you, Itadori. Based on __(y/n)'s abilities and technique, they could finish the job in 3 days, but for you, 6 days. Are you prepared for that?"

He had no idea that there was such a difference between yours and his fighting levels. Itadori was going to need to catch up so you didn't leave him behind or worse, be a burden to you.

"Yes. I'll take it. Do I need to wait until tomorrow? Can't I just go now?" Itadori had the energy and resolve plus if it was going to take him 6 days, maybe he could cut it down if he starts now.

"I don't see why not, but be aware that even if you leave now, you're only shaving off maybe...half a day earlier. Anyway, pack your things. I'll send a ride for you in 20 minutes."

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It's been almost a week since you last saw Itadori and when you noticed the changes to your assignments. They've become lighter and you were able to finally work with Megumi and Nobara again. You also found out that Itadori had swapped missions with you and you were anxiously waiting for him to return so you could question why.

As you sit on the front steps of the dorm, you see a familiar white and pink haired teacher and student. You're the only one to greet them since Nobara went shopping and Megumi was visiting his sister.

"Yuji! You're all beat up." He sees concern swimming in your __(e/c) eyes.

"I'm okay, promise! That curse was a tough one, but I did it!"

"I heard what you did. Why did you switch our missions? Were you afraid that I couldn't handle it?"

"Wha-no! That's not it at all!" Itadori fidgets in his spot, trying to explain it in a way that doesn't devalue your sorcery skills. Behind Itadori, you see Gojo a few feet away, laughing quietly at the boy who was in love with you. Your teacher makes an outline of a heart with two fingers then points at Itadori.

Ah, now you understand.

"I didn't think that you couldn't handle it. I just felt like you were being overworked and I wanted to help you. I wanted to relieve at least a bit of your workload because you deserve some rest, too. And you know, teamwork makes the dream work...ahehe..."

Gojo slaps a hand over his blindfold, shaking his head at Itadori's missed opportunity to tell you exactly how he felt. But you already knew what he was trying to say. Maybe it was time for you to make yours a bit more obvious.

"Thank you, Yuji." You take one step towards him, aiming your lips to his cheek. Instead of feeling a soft, somewhat flat surface, another pair of lips touch yours. You gasped, pulling away as you realized that you had kissed Sukuna's mouth and not Yuji's cheek.

"Sukuna!! What the hell?!" Yuji places his hand over the side of his face, covering the cursed spirit.

"Hey now, I did most of the work so I should be getting some kind of reward, too."

"Well, thank you, Sukuna, for all your hard work." You cut off their bickering and you move to the other side of Yuji's cheek. However, a mouth and eye were staring at you, showing off a toothy grin. Before Yuji yells at the King of Curses, you press your lips to his, finding that it was a safe place where Sukuna couldn't appear.

You removed yourself after a few seconds, giving Yuji a sweet smile. "You should probably shower and change. I'll make you some food. It's tiring after a long mission."

"S-sure!" He nods then jogs to the dorm entrance, but immediately stops to turn back to you. He plants a quick kiss to your lips this time, a big grin decorating his face as he walks back to his room.

You giggle at the extra energy Yuji has in his stride, happy that he returned to you in one piece and with a surprise. Gojo comments about how both of them are going to be a handful, but you knew that already. You love all of Yuji, even the King of Curses that resides in him.

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[softxsuki]

Hello, I’m.. new to this. But reading your works have comforted me … I know you have a lot on your plate, and I hope all is going well for you!! If you,,have the chance,, I’ve kind of.. not been doing well. At all. Haha,, I’ve been extremely suicidal.. for at least the past year. Everything has since fell apart. I’m not sure if this counts, but..it feels urgent, to me..?

My grandmother died, I lost my job due to my health declining so rapidly I physically could not manage. I’ve since applied to so many jobs.. absolutely no luck and.. I even lost my home. Im living with someone else’s parents, and I’m a child scared to leave their room all over again. I can’t eat unless food is in front of me, none of my friends are… good, at comforting, to say the least… I have well over 1K due for medical bills, and no one will even take me for an interview, so I can’t even pay off little by little. Lol..I pretty much moved out at 17 and have been surviving by myself for 6 years now.

Im so tired of surviving.

If.. if you don’t mind.. honestly I don’t even know what kind of scenario this would count as…. Baji has been my biggest comfort character as of late, and I.. well, would you mind,, possibly writing a scenario.. of reader who’s spiraled so far into these thoughts, and in the midst of a panic attack, attempts to.. stop surviving, if you catch my drift..

I know this is very personal, and I’m sorry to dump on you.. if you’re unable, all is well! Thank u for taking time to read my pity story haha.. <3

Baji Helps Suicidal Reader

****Please proceed with caution if mentions of suicide will be more harmful to you than beneficial.*****

Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of hopelessness, suicide attempt, crying, not being able to find a job, losing your home

Genre: Hurt Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: In which Baji shows up as soon as you attempt to take your own life.

[A/N: Hi darling, I'm so glad you found my blog and for feeling comfortable enough to bring your urgent request to me! I'm so sorry to hear what you've been through. I can't begin to imagine how you must be feeling. Though I've felt similarly about the the whole job thing. Places these days won't even give people a chance to show what they could do. I graduated from College and couldn't find work immediately. I'm still struggling to find a job in my field even now. I have a job at a bookstore atm, but it took a long time for me to get it. I think when they timing is right though, things will work out for us. We really just need to wait for things to happen and keep working for them! But you're also going through a lot of other situations as well, so my words probably aren't that helpful, so I'll leave that to Baji. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to though. I've been through moments of hopelessness and feeling like leaving this world was my only option, but I'm proof that things will change. There will always be times when we fall, but we can always get back up again! Anyway, I'll shut up now and let you read. I hope it provides you with even just a tiny bit of comfort <3 i love you, hopefully we can talk again soon, you sound very sweet!

Side note: I wasn’t sure if you wanted something platonic or if you wanted to be Baji’s s/o so I left that kinda ambiguous. You could read it either way!

Baji impatiently taps his foot, sitting on his bike outside your place. Where were you?

You had texted him earlier asking him to pick you up since the people you were living with weren’t home and you just needed to get out for a while. He came rushing over as soon as he had a chance and texted you upon arriving, but you weren’t answering his texts–you weren’t even reading them. 

He knew all about your situation in life and had tried his best to be by your side and show you the support that you deserved to have. He wasn’t perfect though, at times it was hard for Baji to truly put himself in your shoes and understand what you were going through.

Now though, he was worried. Why had you texted so desperately that you needed to get out of the house? Why weren’t you answering his texts now?

He turns his engine off and hops off the bike, walking briskly to your front door.

“Y/N! I’m here,” He bangs on the door, hoping you were just distracted and forgot to check your phone to see his texts.

But he’s met with silence. 

“Y/N!” He tries again, panic settling in the pit of his stomach and he bangs harder on the door–something wasn’t right.

He brings his ear to the door hoping to hear any sign of life and that’s when he hears it, the running of water and sobs from the other side. Gathering whatever adrenaline had been building up in him, he rams into the door, which luckily flies open from the impact. The sound of your sobs grows louder the closer he gets to you. You were in the bathroom.

The door is only a crack open, but he races toward the noise, slamming the door fully open and takes in your state; puffy eyes as tears run from them not that he could distinguish your tears from the hot water that was pouring on you from the shower-head. You were sitting in the tub, soaking wet with a bottle of pills in your hands.

Your breathing was erratic as you struggled to open the bottle, but Baji is quick to act. He’s in the shower with you in a second, the burning water scalding his body even through his jacket, but he doesn’t care since it’s now not hitting you anymore. He snatches the pills from your hands, throwing them out the bathroom door and into the hallway where you can’t see them. In your state of panic, you start to flail around, seeing that bottle as your only escape from the mental pain you were experiencing. He finally turns the water off and hoists you up, your attempts to push him away and hit him futile. His adrenaline is still high as he lifts you from the tub with ease and onto the bathroom floor where he plops down next to you, out of breath.

You can’t seem to calm your breathing down as you clutch your chest, searching all around you with wild eyes, looking for a way out. Anything to end your suffering–anything. But then you feel strong arms wrap around you in a hug. You beat down on his back, trying your best to shake him off you. Let go of me, you think to yourself. Maybe you meant it in a different way, Let me go. Let me be free from this pain. But deep down, you wanted him to continue to hold you in place.

“Y/N please-” His voice cracks, making you go still in his arms. What were you doing?

“Please, I’m here. You’re not alone, I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” he cries, “So don’t leave me.”

The man who had nerves of steel was breaking right in front of you.

He held you tight, as if he was scared you’d just vanish between his fingers. 

What feels like hours passes by with you both still soaking wet on the floor, clinging to each other, but you slowly manage to calm your breathing and sobs thanks to Baji’s help. 

He had been silent the whole time, focusing on just making sure you wouldn’t try anything else while he was around.

“I’m sorry…” you finally say, resting your head on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.”

He finally loosens his grip on you, but continues to hold you close, caressing your still damp hair, “Why?”

That was a great question. One you couldn’t answer in only a few minutes. Baji knew the basics of what you’d been through, but he didn’t know the turmoil of what you were going through internally–only externally.

“I’m just…tired. Tired of surviving, tired of suffering. I’m barely scraping by. Is this what life’s supposed to be like? I look around at all the happy faces. Everyone seems to be living the ideal life and I’m just here, so why should I bother to exist if I don’t matter.”

He takes in your words, thinking them over, probably repeating them over and over in his head.

“You matter,” he decides to say, “You matter so much. Even if you only matter to one person, isn’t that enough to keep trying? One person can eventually grow into two, and three, and so on.”

“Baji…you don’t know what it’s like. I’ve already tried for so long. It’s been six long years. I’ve tried to see the good in my situation for six years, and yet I only keep getting pushed farther and farther past my limit. I can’t find a job, and because I can’t find a job, I can’t pay off my debt. I’m living in a house that isn’t mine with people who aren’t my family. I’m alone,” you cry out.

By now you had freed yourself from Baji’s arms, but he reaches over and grabs your hand, squeezing it reassuringly, scared that you’d run away from him.

“But if you leave now how do you know that tomorrow won’t be the day that things change?” He asks you, “Look, I know I can’t ever fully understand what goes on through your mind or what you’ve been through up till this point, but you can’t know what your life will be like a few months from now–hell, not even a few days from now. Everything can change in a second, you just need to be around to experience it.”

He brings your hands to his lips, peppering tiny kisses to your knuckles.

“I love you, a lot Y/N. Too much to just let you leave like this. Let’s try focusing on today. Each day has its own troubles, so why should we think about the future and worry ourselves even more for problems we haven’t reached yet? We’ll cross those valleys when we get to them. Right now, I just want you to focus on yourself, getting back on your feet and in a better state of mind,” he tries to console you.

His words definitely reached you. Truth be told, you knew things could maybe change, but it was hard to move forward with such uncertainty. Why couldn’t you know what would happen with your life five years from now? 

“But what if things don’t change. I don’t want to live like this forever. I don’t want to suffer anymore,” you confess, hot tears running down your face.

Baji turns to face you, gently wiping your tears away.

“But what if they do? Don’t you want to stick around to find that out for yourself?” He asks.

You stop and think it over for a moment; a life where things finally turned around–you finally getting called in for an interview and getting a job, receiving an income and finally getting to pay your debts off. Having your own place where you felt comfortable and maybe starting a family of your own…yeah, that did sound nice. As impossible as that future sounded, it was something you craved.

“I guess I do,” you sigh, “Though I wish it could happen now.”

“I know. I wish it could happen now for you as well. I hate to see you suffer so much, but you’re not alone in this. I have your back. So let’s keep fighting okay? Together, let’s see it through till the end when things finally turn around for you.”

“Baji, you know I can’t just feel better overnight. I think I’ll be okay for today, but who’s to tell when I’ll spiral like this again.”

“Then I’ll be here to get you through it again.”

A wave of gratitude flew through you. You don’t know why Baji arrived on time when you were fully ready to leave this world a few minutes ago, but now you were thankful that he had stopped you. You didn’t want to hurt him or leave him alone, but you found a little ball of hope appearing in your heart. Though tiny, it was still present and you hoped it would continue to grow and become reality one day.

“I’ll try.”

“Good. Then shall we go? You said you wanted out of here for the day, right?” He goes right back to treating you like he usually would–something you were grateful for. You didn’t want him to walk on eggshells around you after witnessing you at your lowest moment.

“But we’re still wet,” you point-out, looking at his clothes that were still clinging to his body.

“The wind will dry us,” he heaves himself off the floor and holds a hand out to you, “Let’s go.”

You give him your hand as he helps you off the floor. What did you have to lose? At this point you didn’t care, you just needed to get your mind off everything.

Baji leads you out of the house, grabbing the bottle of pills on his way out and throwing them in his jacket pocket, making a mental note to discard them later. You walk past the open door with a lock that was now busted off the wall. You’d have to explain that to the people you lived with, but you’d face that problem when you got to it–just like Baji said. 

You hop on behind him on his motorbike as he passes you his helmet, making sure it’s securely on your head before he drives off. 

For just a moment, the wind seems to blow all the worries from your mind. With your arms wrapped tightly around Baji’s torso, you close your eyes and think of those better days he had spoken about.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to see if they could really happen…

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 2/15/2023

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[zarrella-hisone-and-only]

Hey!!! I see your a new writer and I guess I should start you off! Could you make s small drabble of a black fem reader being a helper at the training camp! 💖😂. A little bit of info(lol sorry I'm a little bit picky) The reader is one of Japan's best blockers. She is very short spoken and enjoys watching other players better(fyi she is a new manager for Nekoma) Sorry if it's a lot!!!

Don't worry lovie! This sounds like a real fun writing piece! Hopefully you enjoy this!

Miss Jumpy

Summary: Y/n L/n, one of the former top blockers in female volleyball. She happens to be the small time manager for Nekoma High.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: (620)

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Y/n looked up to the sky as you sighed a low breath of exhaustion. You've spent most of your day running around helping the rest of the girls with preparing snacks and helping the team you managed for. Nekoma High, they were really good in your opinion. And well their main rivals were Fukurodani and Karasuno! It was almost time for dinner and yet you still haven't seen Lev or Kuroo.

You muttered small words of affirmation to yourself as you scurried around the place in search of the two. I mean-you had to make sure they ate before the cafeteria closed for the night! Or else they'd go to bed hungry! That wasn't any better!

You heard some volleyballs in the distance, whipping your head around you saw a the lights were on!

"I wonder what's going on in there.." you whispered under your breath.

Moving closer you heard voices. Kuroo, Lev, and a few others.

"Hm?" You peeped your head through the doors and watched as Bokuto spiked the ball, shooting it straight past a tall blondie. You flinched at the sound of the ball smacking the ground harshly.

Kuroo looked to the side and spotted you. "Oh, hey Y/n! What are you doing here?"

You straightened your back and stared right at Kuroo. Nervously you starched the back of your neck. "Oh, I j-just haven't seen you and Lev and dinner yet.. I-I got a little worried.." Your voice was timid and small.

Bokuto smirked and walked over to you looking down in your eyes. "Whose the shorty?" He asks looking back at Kuroo blatantly.

You were short, maybe even tiny to be exact. Compared to the guys int he gym you were a mere pebble sitting on the side of a busy road.

"I-" You were interrupted by Kuroo.

"She's our new manager. Go on, don't be scared, introduce yourself!" He reassured you with a wide smile.

You nodded at his words and spoke up. "My name is Y/n L/n!" Your voice still had small hints of nervousness.

Bokuto smiled and nodded his head. "You might know me as Bokuto!"

The rest of the guys introduced themselves to you.

"Uh, well I guess I should be going now.." You were about to walk away till Kuroo called after you again.

"Hey Y/n wait!" You turned back and looked at him, he continued. "Could you help out with some blocks and spikes? Our friend Tsukishima here needs the practice, same with Lev!"

"Oh. You need my help?" You looked rather flattered emphasizing 'my'.

He nodded and you smiled walking inside. Kuroo directed you over beside him in the blocking line. By the means of it, it seemed like Bokuto was being blocked by three people.

Akaashi set the ball and up went Bokuto. He was tall and strong, you leaped up a few seconds earlier than Kuroo and Tsukishima just to match up the height. In seconds your eyes widened at the sight of contact. Bokuto spiked the ball right at me. Did he really think you were as weak as you looked?

You swiftly placed your arms position into a stronger stance. The ball bounced off your palms and back onto the other side of the net.

"What the-" Bokuto was flabbergasted at your block.

"Hah, did I forget to mention, Y/n here used to be one of the best blockers in Japan!"

You sheepishly smiled at Kuroo's claims.

The boys and you all played a few games, you set up a few times and others you spiked.

It was getting pretty late so you decided to go shower before bed. You waved back at the boys leaving the gymnasium.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyu x reader #bokuto imagines #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurō #akaashi #kei tsukishima #hq fanfic #hq hcs #haikyuu drabbles #requests anyone? #requests open

[shotgunbunny]

𓆩𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𓆪

WC:1.7k+ GIF by oh-my-damn

{warnings: airhead reader! sexual undertones! jealous mace! grumpy mace! mace is 25 and reader is over 18! bimbo reader! tiny bit of slut shaming! flirty Harvey! Harvey being a bit of a creep.}

After the Tangled incident, Mace couldn't shake you off both physically and mentally. Every morning when he came into work he would get ready, and then you'd burst into the room with a smile on your face and 2 cups of coffee in your hands. All the while calling him a nerd through a yawn.

As much as he'd hate to admit it he'd grown fond of your morning routine. He liked having someone around even if it was you. You would always end up quizzing him about something simple and he'd just roll his eyes and give a short answer. No matter how dry his response was, you returned the next day with a grin on your face. And then there was the issue when he was home alone. God one thought about the outfit you were wearing that day and he got hard. It seemed like almost every night he'd tug his cock to the thought of you, gently moaning your name pretending you were riding his cock. And then afterwards, he would lay there thinking about you. You had him in a death grip and he didn't know how to get out so he would keep with his dry responses until he hopefully shakes you off.

And his wish came true; yesterday when you'd wandered in, dresses only in a short black dress and small red heels, you lips painted red to match. You were a knockout he'd give you that but he never acted on his desires. Finding it easy to ignore the temptation that was you. And feeling his blood pressure raise, preparing for your annoying questions. He had a deadline today and he couldn't miss it.

You perched on the counter as you always did and swung your feet before gently kicking off your heels. "Do you mind, Dumbo? No one wants to see your feet, let alone me." You giggled at him, and wiggled your feet, "I don't mind at all. I know you definitely have a foot fetish and I wanted your opinion on my pedicure." A grunt let Mace as he began tightening a bolt that had come loose. "You're disgusting princess, now shut up." You pouted at his harsh response.

You looked around before a memory of last night flashed through your brain. "Hey nerd, I gotta question for you?" He remained silent, still focused on the tightneing of the bolt. Your questions were always so stupid, he doesn't understand how you've made it as far as you have. "Ask." Was his dry response. You giggled and bit your cherry red lips, "Well I was brushing my teeth last night and then I was like what am I doing? Why am I doing this? So my question is what's toothpaste?"

Mace almost dropped his wrench over how stupid it was. "What." You sighed, "Well like I know that you put it on your teeth, but like how does it keep them healthy for so long? And why are there so many types?" A minute of silence passed and Mace realised you were deadly serious. "Ask Google." He responded dryly. It wasn't the day for your stupid questions, he was busy. Just as you were about to ask him if he was okay, he cut you off with curt, sharp words. "Dumbo, just go away. I'm busy today." You felt tears gather in your eyes but you bit them back and hopped down from the counter. You put your shoes on and as you were leaving you gently called out to him "Cya Mace." And with that he continued his work blissfully ignoring you.

Which led him to today. You were 20 minutes late and counting. He was waiting for you to come skipping in with coffee and questions. Yet all he got was nothing. With a sigh he left and walked to the cafeteria to get a coffee. And then he heard your giggle, relief crashed over him. You were late, you were just held up in the cafeteria. But as he entered that thought was quickly swept from his mind and anger fizzled in his brain making his veins fill with liquid rage. He tensed his jaw and went to the coffee machine.

You were in the cafeteria holding one cup of coffee and Harvey was stood across from you, caressing your arm. You giggled finding it ticklish. The only reason you'd ended up here was because you were wandering around and then decided to go and get a coffee before heading to see another unit. Yet when you got on Harvey from the communication unit appeared and began talking to you. You couldn't help but flash him a smile, and he was instantly wrapped around your finger without you even knowing. For the past 20 minutes all he did was ask you if you were single and tell you how pretty you were.

And then you saw Mace! Your heart leaped. Maybe he could help you and then you could escape his presence and see the biologist unit. You knew Corazon and knew she wouldn't mind you questioning her about all the flowers she was growing, infact she liked talking to you. Although she had heard rumours you were simple she liked how optimistic you were. That's why she named one of her plants after you in the unit. All it did was grow and remain optimistic about everything, just like you.

However that vision was shattered when Mace turned around and went to get a coffee. "Come on sugar, tell me are you single?" You coughed awkwardly and looked into Harvey's eyes seeing nothing but a predatory gaze staring back at you. "You know I've been thinking of getting a lizard. I might call it Pascal to go with Max." You replied in a happy tone completely ignoring his invasive questioning and making James snort. He turned to look at you and when he caught your eye he saw panic in the for a second before you looked back at Harvey.

"Stop avoiding the question sugar, it's fine if you have a large sexual past. It just shows you're more experienced and it'll be more fun for us." He dragged his hands down to your hips yet was stopped by a pair of hands already being there. Mace had stepped in behind you and pulled you back to him with his hands still on your hips. Your ass was directly against his crotch but he was too angry to think about it. Instead he glared at Harvey and looked down at you, still plastered with the stoic expression yet you saw concern in his eyes for a second.

"Let's go princess. We got our coffee." And with one last threatening gaze aimed at Harvey, he turned you both around and walked you to his unit. When you both got in, he walked past you yet you grabbed his hand looking down. Mace raised an eyebrow staring at where you were connected. Your whole hand had grabbed 2 of his fingers and wrapped comfortably around them. "Thank you Mace." He hummed softly and wrapped the rest of his hand around yours and squeezed. You then perched on his counter, silence drowning you both.

Mace continued fixing his new project and you just stared at the ground. You swayed your feet and James turned to look at you, "You're being quiet." You looked up at him, and he noted you had once again put mascara on and your lips were glossed. He then took in your outfit, you were wearing a simple lavender dress, a little short as always but this one was fluttery. Paired with a lavender cardigan crop top. You look incredibly beautiful. "I'm just waiting for my friend to text me and then I can go."

Mace furrowed his brow at this, "Why are you leaving? Don't you have any questions?" You started at him and blinked confused. "You said you didn't like my stupid questions. I thought you didn't want me here." Confusion spread out further between the two of you. "What are you talking about Dumbo?" You furrowed your brows back at him, "Yesterday! You said to ask Google and then told me to go away." He sighed, he forgot all about that. "Listen princess I'm sorry, I was stressed and I had a deadline and your questions about toothpaste didn't exactly help." Your rolled your eyes.

"I still have to go though, there's a sale on lipgloss at the mall." You smiled excitedly, Mace turned and rolled his eyes. "Ofcourse, you're the lipgloss queen." You giggled and saw the text you'd been waiting for from your bestfriend.

'We're here! Let's go shopping baby!! <3'

You quickly skipped to Mace and hugged his torso feeling his muscles tense deliciously. He turned and you quickly placed a kiss on each of his cheeks before you were at the doorway as always.

You bit your lip and he raised an eyebrow, "I'll see you tomorrow, nerd." And then you shot down the corridors. He couldn't help but chuckle. He continued with his work until he heard a cough. He pulled away and saw Harvey at his door. "What do you want?" Mace asked curtly. Harvey then looked around and sighed before taking in Maces face, the hair on his cheeks sparkled covered in a small amount of glitter that could only come from your lips.

Harvey wore a smug smirk, "That little bimbo isn't your girlfriend, is she?" Mace felt his hand ball into a fist over Harvey's tone. "Because if she was, Boss wouldn't be happy." Mace just a breathe and sighed. "It's none of your business Harvey, and how would boss react to find you've been creeping on his daughter huh? How fast would you be taken off this mission." Harvey scowled and left.

Mace was about to continue his work when a small parcel was delivered to him. He opened it and inside was a note and small lipgloss. He let a soft smile take over his face for a second before hardening his face again and reading the note.

'Please text this number when you get this note. <3'

Mace took his phone out and shot a text at the number, simply saying,

'dumbo.'

And seconds later he got a reply of

'nerd <3.'

#james mace x black!reader #mace x reader #james mace x reader #james mace #james mace x woc!reader #James Mace x plussized!reader #j.mace #sunshine #chris evans

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All I Want - Kim Namjoon x Reader

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader, OC x Reader

Genre: Romance? Idol AU, Drama, Angst?, Best Friends to (???)

Warning(s): Cursing/Language. Angsty angst? Get your tissues... i think... or not. Two shoes being thrown at Joonie .UNEDITED!

Word count: 12k (I'm so sorry, I got too carried awaaayyy~)

Summary: Kim Namjoon has been in love with his high school best friend ever since he first laid eyes on her. Nearly fifteen years later, he's known all around the globe as BTS's leader RM, but none of that matters to him personally, because all he ever wanted aside to live his dreams was to be with Y/n. However, it seems it's too late. She's about to get married in the following day and he's too afraid to watch her be forever in the arms of someone else that isn't him and for the first time since he's debuted, he wants to try and confess again, even though he knows that this time it's going to be different. He knows you're not going to stay. No amount of pleading and begging will make him yours. So, this time he's going to do that right thing and confess, not to make Y/n changer her mind, but to say goodbye. It's right thing to do anyway... Nothing could possibly go wrong .... right?

Author's Note: I *legit* forgot that this song existed until i read This Chapter of House of the Omegaverse by @sopejinsunflower and remembered it. Without giving much away, the scene goes with Namjoon and the reader looking at each other while the reader was singing it, and I remember how I felt like someone abruptly pulled my heartstrings leaving in a tiny angst mood. And that was moooonths ago btw lol. That story was an inspiration for this and this baby has been sitting on my drafts since House of the Omegaverse ended (please go check out @sopejinsunflower 's work 🥺) I'm a bit behind schedule but I'm pretty sure it's still September 30 in California ... Hopefully lmao. This was originally for Namjoon's birthday, but I got busy so here I am lol. Please leave your feed back in the comments or send me an ask teehee don't be shy😄 And btw, this is completely unedited most parts were written while I was half asleep and tired on the shuttle headed home lol. ENJOOOOYYY!

Armand (OC [Korean Englishmen/JOLLY]) is none other than this young man right here.

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Namjoon closed his eyes as the cool wind blew past his face, relished the last night he was going to spend with his long time best friend who was getting married when the morning comes. 6 hours. That's all he needed and that was all the time he got. The sun was already starting to set when he opened his eyes to gaze at the sight before him.

Her. She was wearing a pastel blue dress with small white polkadots, light make-up on her face that accentuated her eyes and enhanced her best features. Her eyes he thought Her eyes are the most beautiful set of eyes he's ever seen. She was looking around the floor watching happily as waiters walked past our table with food on the trays they were balancing elegantly with one hand.

"Oh, Joon," she smiles as she brings the wine glass to her lips to take a sip "I'm so excited for tomorrow, everything went as planned and tomorrow, I'm finally going to be a married woman and have my dream wedding"

"I'm happy for you," he gave her a smile "Truly?" she asks. Namjoon cocks his head to the side, a habit he's that shows his disappointment and sometimes, his disapproval of a certain situation.

"What is it?" she asks, her smile slowly fading, concerned for her best friend "Is everything alright?" Instead of answering, he picks up his glass of whiskey and downs it in one go, slightly wincing at the burn as he contemplates on whether or not he should spill his emotions and tell her how he truly feels, or hold back, let her be happy and never see her again as long as he lives.

"Namjoon" she calls him, making him slowly look up at her "I'm excited about tomorrow, but I'm also nervous"

"Don't be," he tells her in a low voice as he controls himself from talking more than he should.

"Joonie, remember when we went to the beach?" Y/n asks "You know, the place where we met up because I needed your help with my math homework" he simply nods at her not trusting his voice. He's drank enough whiskey for tonight to last a lifetime, he thinks. He motions for the bill at their waiter who was patient waiting for them to leave as they were the last customer of the restaurant for the night.

Namjoon planned everything for this particular evening, he planned of making sure that she had a relaxed night where she wasn't going to worry about anything, including the wedding but what he didn't plan was to entertain the nagging thought he had to tell her how he's really felt for the past 15 years of his life, but at the same time he was scared. Scared to lose her, he decided to shut his mouth and let her, watch her meet someone else, fall for someone else... love someone else.

The night of the engagement, Namjoon watched as videos and pictures of Y/n and her now soon to be husband to be all smiles and happiness on the timeline of his social media accounts, the comments filled with happy wishes and he felt... numb... and angry. No. Not angry. Furious. Furious at himself for being a coward and not trying hard enough, and not expressing what he really felt about her all these years.

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He waited, until 5 years ago when he thought he'd visit her college campus to pick her up and take her out on a date, hoping she wouldn't say no. But he was too late, so there she was, walking out of the college building, laughing and smiling as she ran into the arms of a man he didn't know, and surprised him the most, they two kissed. And it definitely didn't look friendly. Namjoon unknowingly clenched his jaw and fists at the sight, crushing the poor stems of the bouquet of peonies and sunflowers that he brought for Y/n especially for this occasion.

"Are you okay, Mon-ah?" Jin asks from the driver's seat, looking at the rare view mirror.

"I don't think so, hyung," Yoongi answers for him from the passengers side, nodding his head at the direction Y/n was still smiling and laughing, then they're holding hands as they walked away from the building.

Jin didn't need words to start driving back to their dorm, and when they arrived the maknaes were outside waiting for them with an expectant gaze in their eyes. Parking the car, Namjoon quickly got out, slamming the car door with a bit too much force. Roughly throwing the bouquet on the nearby bin, he walks like a man on a mission to the end of the street.

"Let's go after him," Hobi says and they all nod as the maknaes look at their hyungs in confusion.

"What happened?" Taehyung asks

"Did she turn hyung down?" Jimin questions

"Is Rap Mon-hyung okay?" Jungkook asks in a small voice, his lips curling inward as he bites them nervously.

Jin sighs as he leads the younger boys to walk in the direction where Namjoon was headed. Wrapping an arm around Jungkook's shoulder he looks at them and simply says" Don't say anything alright? It didn't end the way we thought it would," he says in a quiet voice" And I think it would be best not to ask him anything related to Y/n for now. "

"What happened then?" Jimin asks him, still walking. Hobi and Yoongi were already ahead, trying to catch up with Namjoon's fast paced, angry stomps on the pavement. As Jin told the stories to the maknaes and watched the sadness and pity in their eyes grow, Namjoon was already at the park and was being to climb the big tree.

"Uhh... Namjoon-ah, please be careful," Hobi says nervously as he looks at Yoongi who also had no idea how to stop the brokenhearted boy from climbing the tree.

"Namjoon-ah, careful!" Yoongi yells "Please! I have no fucking idea how I'm going to explain to your parents why you're doing what you're doing right now if you get hurt climbing a damn tree because of a broken heart!"

"Oh shit," Jin yells as he heards the last bit of Yoongi's sentence "Namjoon-ah, get back down here!" he yells his neck and ear turning red from the fear and the anger he was feeling for the most clumsy person he's ever known his entire life climbing said tree.

"What is hyung doing?" Jungkook asks

"Don't you dare ever follow his footsteps kid, you could, but don't do reckless shit he does," Yoongi warns the youngest.

"I'm calling Bang PD-nim and Sejin-nim" Jin announces as he pulls out his phone to call their producer, but his actions were stopped when the loudest sound he's heard in his life made him drop his phone on the sand, startled.

"YAAAAAAHH!!! FUCKING BASTARD!!!" Namjoon yelled from the highest point of the tree that he was able to cry. He was breathing heavily, on the verge of crying "YOU JUST HAD TO TAKE YOUR FUCKING SWEET TIME, HUH?!" He yelled at the open air at himself "THERE YOU GOD DAMN GO, YOU IDIOT! YOU FUCKING LOST YOUR CHANCE TO DATE THE GIRL YOU WANTED FOR SO DAMN LONG"

Without giving it much thought, Jungkook started climbing the other side of the tree making sure his brothers didn't see him. Namjoon stared at the maknae once he was leaning on the branch in front of him.

"What are you doing here, Jungkook-ah?" Namjoon asks him softly after he was done yelling about, looking away from him wiping a tear discreetly but Jungkook saw it "I felt bad for you, hyung, so I followed you up here instead even though Yoongi hyung told me not to." he shrugged.

Bang PD-nim and Sejin-nim arrived "Mon-ah, get down from there," Sejin-nim said "You're gonna get hurt!"

"What's the maknae doing there with him?" Bang PD-nim ask Hobi and Yoongi who suddenly look around them only to find the maknae missing.

"You little brat!" Yoongi yelled "I told you not to climb the tree,"

"Don't worry, hyung," Jungkook called back, "I'd do the same for all of you," then turned towards Namjoon "What happened with Y/n, hyung? I thought you'd be happier when you returned."

Namjoon took another deep breath "She uh..." he cleared his throat before continuing, he felt like he was running out of air to breathe because of what he had witnessed earlier "She was with another guy, they're probably dating. She never told me that she was seeing someone else."

Jungkook bit on his lip as he listened to his hyung explain what happened when he was about to leave the car, go up to her and ask her out on a date but was rudely interrupted by a man who seemed to have already taken his place. After a few more minutes talking to Jungkook, thanks to his distraction, Bang PD-nim and Sejin-nim were up to date on what was going on and decided to make him face the music so to speak. Y/n arrived at the park, she was on a date with Armand, the exchange student who she's been seeing for months in secret, when she got a call from the boys' manager and cut the date short when they said that Namjoon was on a tree. It was enough to send her in a panicked frenzy to leave the date abruptly to somewhat save her best friend.

"Namjoon-ah," she called from where the other men were standing. Namjoon's dragon shaped eyes widened and his lips slightly pursed as his gaze shifted from Jungkook slowly to looking below him where Y/n stood, a panic-stricken look on her face and sadness in her eyes.

"Namjoon-ah, please get down here before you hurt yourself," she half begged half demanded

"Don't worry about me, I'm okay," Namjoon tries to reassure her

"Joonie-ya," she calls out to him, so far she's the only one who calls him that and he's allowed it because he has feels for her "I don't know what exactly happened, but you didn't have to climb a tree because you're mad that the girl you like didn't go out with you," behind her, Namjoon saw Yoongi was mouthing that she doesn't know it's her and Jin was giving him a thumbs up that all was well.

"Just get down here and let's talk about it if you wanna," she offers "if not, well... just write a song about it and rip it off like a band aid. You'll move on, Joonie, you'll love someone else, and I promise they'll love you back"

"That's not what I want, Y/n-ssi" he tells her "I don't want anyone else, all I want in this world is y-"

"Ya, Namjoon-ah" Hobi yells out to him, enough to cut his sentence before he said something he wasn't ready to say yet and Hobi's voice was loud enough for Y/n not to hear the end of what Namjoon said "Get down here before we call the firefighters to get you back down here!"

"Joonie-ya," Y/n called out to him one last time "We don't always get what we want, some of us just happen to be lucky. I just left my date alone because they said you're up, stuck on a tree like a stubborn cat."

"Y-you did that? W-why?" Namjoon stuttered "Because you're important to me Namjoon-ah!" she yells back at him, "And right now, I'm pissed because I didn't get to eat! Now get down here so we could go back to your dorm so I can cook Jjajjangmyeon for all of us, or you could just stay there are starve. You look like a dumb dragon perched on a small tree, you punk. I can't believe I'm yelling at an Idol who's stuck on a damn tree like a cat," she stomps her foot on the ground. The men around them watching the interaction found it funny that Hobi was taking a video for future purposes, mainly friendly blackmail. What made Hobi laugh was the way Y/n walked out of the park and headed for the grocery, maknae's (minus Jungkook) following her. When they were out of earshot Bang PD-nim chuckled at the sight before turning to Jin "Guess you only needed her help, get the receipt from the grocery and let me know her bank account to give her a refund. Get your groceries too," he says pulling out a couple of bills and handing it to him "Just in case." then he turned to the man on the tree "Namjoon-ah, get down there and take your girl's advice," he calls out to him grinning and he walks back to his car with Sejin-nim. That evening, Y/n cooked dinner with the help of Jin, Yoongi and Hobi. Despite the cramped space, they were able to walk back and forth in circles and prepare dinner. Namjoon was sitting in front of Y/n, he watched her with sad eyes as he ate. He didn't know whether he was supposed to break everything in his path or just cry, and it wasn't until she left the dorm that Namjoon went back to the nearest convenience store with notebook and ballpen on hand. After two cups on coffee, he wrote about how he felt into two songs, one of them later down the line gave them their first award and a gave them a lot of recognition, the other one... was something that he wanted tell her. But told himself that when they record the song he wanted it to sound almost like haunting accusation.

"I need you and run." he says to himself, cocking his head to the side sighing, he mutters "Please get the message," only to be disappointed that she didn't know it was about her.

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"Hey, earth to Namjoon," you called out to him smiling "you still there?"

"Yeah, sorry," Namjoon shook the memory from his head a d chuckled "Sorry, I had a mini flashback that's all,"

"Ooh," she leans forward, elbows on the desk and a hand on her cheek "What's it about?"

"Remember when I went up a tree? After this girl didn't go out with me."

She thought about it for a second before she laughs "Is that the one where I cooked Jjajjangmyeon for us and you looked like you were gonna cry on your food?"

"Wait," his eyes widened slightly "You saw that?"

"It's hard not to see it, Joonie," she smiles sympathetically "Your aura screamed that you were heartbroken that's why I cooked, because if I remember it right, it's your comfort food in some sort of way"

Namjoon nods, he felt the exact same thing when your engagement was announced, and he went up the same tree again. To his surprise, the other members followed him and the maknae did exactly what he did that day, he went up the tree. But he didn't scream out his frustrations and their stay didn't last long because this time he came down without your help, and this time he cried in front of his brothers. Telling them that he's lost his chance with you.

"I still am," he admits "Not being loved in return by someone who you've loved for all those years is heart breaking." She nodded. Namjoon asks for the bill and as they get into Namjoon's car, he asks the driver to drop off Y/n first.

They were in front of the villa she was renting with her family and friends, including him and the other members, when Namjoon decided to end his pain. Ripping off a band aid, like she said.

"There's something I have to say, but there are two promises I need to know you'll keep as I tell you this story. The first promise is that you let me say everything on one go and ask me questions later,"

"Alright..." she trailed off hesitant "Go ahead?"

Taking a deep breath, Namjoon had a moment where he thought about letting it go and never letting her know, but there was also that selfish part of him that was begging to be let out. And he liked listening to that part of him.

"I was gonna ask this girl out years ago," he stared at her "I was ready to go out with her after knowing her for years. I've been... In love with her for the past fifteen years; that's from the moment I met her until today." he stopped gaging her reaction and so far so good, she was intently listening, so he continued.

"I met her in English classes." he bites his lip, knowing she's going to finally know how he's felt after all these years, and he didn't know what else to do other than let his mouth run, so he looked away from her. Watching the light of the room that she's staying in, the room that was joined with his, only to be divided by a large bathroom.

"She was wearing her uniform, with a lavander and gray hoodie on top, which made it easier for me to find her. You see I had a crush on her, she's really smart and well spoken, gentle and kind, full of light and laughter, and most of all she had kindness I could never compare to anybody else. When I finally walked up to her, I pretended not to know what our homework was to have an excuse to have her look at me past the glasses and the awful haircut, and you did, " he smiles at the memory before quickly glancing at her. She was slightly wide eyed with his last statement making him look at his hands, suddenly they were very interested to look at.

"I never asked you back then because... do you even remember how I looked like?! I had a bowl cut, it wasn't really hot or cool. So, I told myself, once we get into college I'll ask you out. But it took a while before college was something that I really had to do. I had to work first, we debuted and had to work even harder, I did everything I could to keep you. But that day, I had a bouquet of your favorites, peonies and sunflowers. I was in Jin-hyung's car with him, Yoongi and Hoseok, we showed up at the university. We came home from tour that day and I was really excited to see you, but instead I met you in a different circumstance. You kissed Armand right before I could even get out of the car, and I felt my heart shatter. Jin-hyung drove back to the dorm and we all walked to the park where you saw all of us. I ate dinner with a broken heart because I took too long to ask you out. I wrote songs about you. I need you and run were written that evening. Serendipity, Trivia: Love, Home, The truth untold, they're all about you and for you.

"I've been in love with you for these past fifteen years and I'm such a coward that I never told you in person and now you're going to get married to somebody else" he bit his lip as tears pooled in his eyes "It's so cliché for someone to fall in love with their best friend but what can I do, I'm just a human being who happens to be in love with you and now I'm losing you,

"I lost you to him," he looks out the window, he refuses to look at her not knowing that she too was crying at the secret that he's kept for so long. She's never seen him harshly wipe his tears away in frustration before except for time when the group was deciding on breaking up which never happened.

"I don't expect you to feel the same way or to back out of the wedding, but I wanted to let you know."

"Why now?" she asks in a small voice, Namjoon barely heard her if it wasn't for the silence ringing out in the car "Because the feeling has been eating me up. It's selfish of me do this because you're getting married in less than 12 hours, I know that. But you know me better than I know myself, baby." he whispers the endearment, not knowing she heard him.

Y/n turned to open the door, before she could get a foot out the door Namjoon speaks behind her "I might not stay for the entire ceremony tomorrow, I can't stand there in the aisle behind your husband to be and watch the two of you seal your marriage and your vows with a kiss, wishing it was me instead. I just can't,

"And I'm staying out of your lives, you'll never hear from me again in person. Consider it a wedding present." he states as Y/n finally gets out of the car, but not without closing the door with a bit more force than the usual. Namjoon flinched as his heart breaks, watching his security guard hold out an umbrella for her as it started raining heavily, quietly he lets his tears fall.

"Sir?" his driver asks hesitantly. Namjoon's driver has been around for 7 years now, so he has seen how madly in love Namjoon was with Y/n. Everyone saw it but never said a word to Y/n about it, the would even talk about how lucky she was to have caught the attention of Namjoon even before debut day. Some of them evwn assumed at one point that they were dating because of how Namjoon would look at her lovingly whenever she wasn't looking, "She'll come around, sir" he tries to lift the mood by giving Namjoon positive thoughts, but the only thing that would make Namjoon happy was to have her, but this was his reality and he knew that.

"Not everyone gets a happy ending," he says sad

"But destiny gives it to those who deserve it," his driver tells him

"I..." Namjoon started "I don't think I believe in destiny anymore... she... seems cruel to those she abandons..." his driver simply nodded as they drove back to the hotel.

Falling onto the bed, Namjoon stared at the ceiling letting everything he had just done marinade into his reality. Pick up his phone he quickly sends a text to his group chat with the other members before turning off his phone as notifications started coming in.

Namjoon: She knows everything. I asked the driver to leave the drive in her room earlier.

Back the house where Y/n in preparation for her wedding, everyone was fast asleep except for her mother who was waiting for her in yer room a paper bag on the table next to her.

"Oh good, you're back," she says smiling "Let's get ready for bed, you need enough rest for tomorrow,"

Nodding at her mom then at the paper bag beside her she asks, "What's that?"

"Oh, right," she lightly exclaimed "Namjoon's driver left it for you, he says it's a wedding gift." Y/n slowly opens the bag that her mom hands out before sitting beside her at the end of the bed.

Pulling out a heavy item that was as the side of a DVD but thicker.

"What is it?" her mom asks alout of curiosity, but she knew well what it was and what it possibly consisted.

With tears pooling in her eyes, she looks at her mother finally letting everything she learned tonight sink in.

"Do you think I'm making the right decision? Marrying Armand?" I ask her

"While you're very much in love with Namjoon?" she asks sighing "No. But if you're asking me for the sake of the feeling of because you just want to be married, then it's also a no.

"I love Armand, he's a great kid. Treats you right and all, but I don't think he's really ready to settle down. I have a feeling that you're just going to be an unhappy trophy wife when you get older. I even see you two probably getting divorced because I think you're only together for the sake of convenience, but I don't see you too completely in love with each other."

Y/n pulls her in for a hug, rubbing her back as she sobbed in her mother's arms, "You're the only one who knows the right answer, no one is forcing you to choose someone. It's your decision to follow your heart by following what you know in your head is right." Slowly her mom leaves her alone to rest once she's calmed down.

Picking up the hard drive she noticed two invisible sticky note on it, sitting on the chair in front of her laptop which was on a coffee table she reads the note that says,

Condition two: Before you plug this in to your laptop, promise me that you will forgive me for everything. For not telling you that I love you sooner.

I wish I did, it's something I'll regret until my dying breath. So please, humor this clumsy, old soul. Forgive me.

x. NJ.

Carefully taking them off of the surface of the drive and placing them on the empty pads of the laptop, she plugs it in only to be greeted by a password screen.

Your color of your favorite ice-cream that I'll never eat / Nature.

Letting out a chuckle and a quiet sob, she quickly types in 'green' then she had access. She was greeted with three folders each named 'Part 1- Start here', 'Part 2 - Dream of me.' and 'Part 3 - Farewell'. Deciding to respect his wishes, she opens the first folder, inside was one video entitled 'Open me' that she ended up playing. As the player loaded up, she was greeted by Namjoon's tired appearance. Chin on the palm of his hand that rested on the arm rest of his chair.

I guess this is gonna be the first video? he mutters to himself as she sighs heavily, sitting up to look straight into the camera

Okay... Hi? I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing. I just finished a whole bottle of whiskey with Yoongi hyung. He didn't exactly stop me so... I kept drinking. Today is... he pauses to look at the screen of his phone

December 28th. Y/n's breath was caught on her throat, it was the night of she announced her engagement to Armand.

Actually it's the 29th, it's past midnight. You probably know what today is - or yesterday, but I'll remind you because I'm good ol' pal of yours. he took a deep breath as he rubbed his temples You got engaged a couple of hours ago he sings sadly to himself Hence, whiskeeeyyyy. My best friend.. aside from the members... and you.

Namjoon pours the amber liquid on to a glass that had one ice, swirled it around a couple of times before drinking it in one go as if it was a shot of Soju.

I'm doing this... thing, he motions a hand to the camera as a farewell. Because you're going to belong to someone else, and that someone ain't me, baby, he takes another swig before continuing I'm gonna send you a copy of all of these, he grabs the camera from where it was placed and pointed it to the screen of his computer monitor that was showing organized folders dated by year.

I'm gonna turn this into a huge ass movie and give you a copy. Just to show you how much... I love you, he mutters the last part to himsepf probably knowing by now that the microphone picked it up. Namjoon puts the camera back to where it originally was then he looks directly at it, I'll always love you. But I wanna show you how I fell in love with you and why. I can do it in two ways: write you a song or pile all these up into a movie... or both.

He lazily grins at the camera before saying I've already done the first part, so now imma do this. Originally, I planned making this for you so that one day when I confessed my love for you and I proposed, I would play this as a proposal video or when ended up getting married, this was gonna be my wedding present. But since, neither of those are gonna happen this is gonna be my wedding and parting present for you.

He eventually stops talking and after a minute or two of spacing out he suddenly says Keep your end of the promise. Please. The second one is important. At least send me a text or tell someone to relay it to me if you don't want to talk to me directly. Just let me know you forgive me for my cowardice and for me never seeing you again.

The video ends and Y/n moves on to the enxt folder where she found a scanned file that she opens and finds a handwritten letter from Namjoon.

"You used to say you like romantic stuff like keeping pictures, handwritten notes, late night dates, random short dates, text messages about your day and sweet boba tea with snacks whenever you were sad. I gave you all that, I hope he does that and if he does hope he'll continue to do that for you even when you're old and gray, you deserve that. You deserve it."

Closing the image file, she moves on to the video and when her video player launched and the video was playing she was greeted by pictures of her with Namjoon from when they met from the first time when she transferred to Seoul. Pictures kept moving back and forth from the screen, even a few video clips played, including ones she's never seen before. The first one that surprised her was a video clip from her college orientation, the boys were already quite known around the country and they were already making a name for themselves abroad, and Namjoon surprised her by traveling back home to South Korea even just for a day to see her, months before he had to be convinced to get down from a tree. In the video, the college seniors made the freshmen perform and she was singing Dream a little dream of me, a song Namjoon knew but a talent he never knew she had. He was with Hobi when they sneaked in the auditorium and while she was performing Hobi took a video of the whole performance backstage with her on one side and Namjoon's side profile on the other. He was staring, jaw dropped at the sight before him. He was in love with her, that was the moment he fell and Hobi pointed it out as everyone applauded when Y/n performance ended.

"Holy shit, Hoba," he gapes

"Is that your girl, Namjoon-ah?" Hobi asked only to catch Namjoon's reaction on camera as he slowly nods and mutters "yeah... that's my girl right there... " Y/n heart dropped when she heard his words. The had to go back a few times when he said it, she wanted to believe it... so bad. Every picture was now a pulling at her heart strings and it was past midnight when she got to the last folder containing a video entitled 'Farewell.', and not having any other choice, she played it. Recognizing the background of the the hotel in Las Vegas when they had their concert for Permission to dance, she knew the video was fairly recent.

Hey, me again. Probably for the last time by the time you watch this. I'm not sure if I wanna watch you exchange vows with him tomorrow. I don't have the heart or the guts to face that, call me a coward all you want. Call me all the names you want to. I'm pretty sure I deserve it. he sighs, leaning back on his chair and stretching his largs arms out. I'm tired, but you came today to surprise us. He doesn't know you're here, and I love you for that, breaking all your rules for me, and it's taking everything in me to stop myself from knocking at your door that's across mine; to kiss you senseless and make you forget he ever existed but I have to stop myself he chuckles, shaking his head slightly so for tonight, before you join me in my museum hopping adventure across the country, I'll stay up wishing, hoping, praying even, that you will come knocking at my door asking if you could sleep over because your room feels weird. You used to do that when you joined us on tour for Love Yourself, you spent your entire summer vacation with us and I loved every minute of your presence. Even as you slept next to me in my hoodie.

He stops talking for a good second as he reminisces and he before he continued, he looked directly at the camera as if looking directly at Y/n and says I want to see you grow old beside me like that. But if I ever get the guts to see you one last time, may it be on the day of your wedding or the night before as long as you know how I feel about you. Whether you accept it or not, return it or, most likely, not. I'll live the rest of my days knowing that I never find anyone else who will make me feel the way you did, and I'll never look at another woman the way I look at you. If I were to be selfish, I want you. You. You are all I'll ever want to live in this world, fuck air... fuck water... fuck food, man. You. Are. All. I. Want. And. Need. You're my everything, from the day I laid eyes on you I knew you were the one, all it took was for you to sing Dream a little dream for me to realize I was in love with you. But I was too late. And here we are. Me, watching you be another man's wife. You, watching me do all of this, just to ask for your forgiveness and to never get mad me for being a coward and not telling you all this sooner. I love you, Y/n. I don't understand why you can't see that... Namjoon' places his head in his hands as he starts crying, Y/n started crying wondering herself if she was making the right decision marrying Armand just to be an unhappy trophy wife in the future. I love you so much, I don't want you to marry him but I love you too much to disrespect your wishes and stop you from marrying him. That should be me, jagiya... you know that I don't exactly like him but I know you know what's best for you. So I'll let you go. Your happiness is all I want to see.

Harshly wiping his tears away, he says his goodbye I'll always be here when you need me, you know where to find me. And I'll still welcome you with open arms, as if all of this never happened. I'll wait. I'll always wait for you to come back home. But for now... farewell, baby. Namjoon blows a kiss at the camera before turning it off.

Y/n did go to his room that night complaining that the bed was uncomfortable whuch was true and that it was too cold, that was a white lie to steal a hoodie and he let her willingly. When she asked why his eyes were glassy, he waived it off saying he was really sleepy and tired, and she bought it. Y/n cried harder, muffling her loud sobs with the throw pillow that she was hugging while she was watching their videos.

She didn't cry because she because she knew deep down tonight was the last time she saw Namjoon, but she cried because for the first time since she met Armand, she knew she didn't fully love him.

~~~~~^^~~~~~~~~^^^^

Bright light greeted Y/n when her mother and the bridesmaids pulled the curtains open letting the sunlight pour in, she spent the whole night crying as she rewatched all of the videos until she fell asleep at past 4am.And it wasn't even 5 hours since she was lulled to sleep.

"Good morning sunshine!!!" her maid of honor and best friend yelled, but stopped in their tracks when they saw her puffy face and reddish eyes "What in the world happened to you? You're not sick are you?!" she exclamed. Y/n shook her head saying that she just couldn't sleep, but the other ladies in the room knew otherwise. However, they decided not to comment on it.

Getting up to bathe, she tried her best to depuff her face specifically her eyes which felt very warm. While her make up was done and most of the swelling went down, Y/n eyes started tearing up and her lips started to quiver making the make-up artist stop to look at her mother and best friends for help, and help they did. Every one was rushed out of the room, once the door was shut Y/n couldn't help but cry harder than she did in the early morning. No words of comfort helped until her dad arrived, "I thought you had a wedding to prepare for, what's going on?" he asked concerned, as he closed the door and made his way to his daughter to pull her in a hug one her best friend asks "Is this about Namjoon?"

Y/n's head shot up as she looked up at her, "W-why would you ask that?" Y/n asks

"I saw him drop you off last night, I'm guessing the dinner didn't go because of the way I woke up past midnight and heard you crying in your room," she holds Y/n hand "When are you both going to stop being idiots?" Y/n mom asks

"Hey," he chuckles at his wife, arms still wrapped around his daughter in a hug "we're still idiots even at this age, the correct question is 'when are they going to stop being blind to what they really feel'."

Y/n stood up and walked towards her laptop bringing it to where her parents were sitting. Playing the videos her parents and best friend's reaction didn't change. Y/n kept her eyes on the floor, thanking God that they had enough time to spare before they did the first look of the bride and groom an hour before the wedding. Y/n parents looked at each other with a knowing look before looking at their daughter who was now quietly letting her tears stain the bathrobe and camisole she was wearing.

"Do you forgive him like he asked?" her mom asks to which she nods

"Do you love him back?" her dad asks to which she nods her head repeatedly and cries some more this time her sobs were heard throughout the room as her parents pull her in for a hug.

Back at the hotel, the rest of the boys were trying to convince Namjoon to get dressed but he just sat on the couch refusing to move, and none of them made an effort to make him stand up , not even Jungkook.

"Come on, man," Hobi says "You have to be there, call it a last glimpse or a last look at her. You'll never see her again after today,"

"I already said goodbye, Hoba," Namjoon said in a low whisper like voice "I don't need to do it in person,"

"Hyung," Jimin started "You told her she can ask questions right, then let her ask today, you might even get a chance to know if she forgave you,"

"Think about it, Namjoon-ah," Jin says as he fixes his neck tie "You'll get to keep the image of her walking down the aisle towards you forever embedded in your memory," Taehyung was able to tell off the eldest for being to mean but Jimin stops him before he could. Jin had a plan, and it was definitely worked the way Namjoon stayed silent before he slowly got up to head back into his room and they heard the shower running.

When they made it to the church, everyone was chatting about how beautiful the wedding was and how they couldn't wait to see the bride and groom. Namjoon sighs heavily for what felt like the hundredth time and it was just the afternoon. Namjoon sat down with the rest of Y/n friends and family, he didn't want to be there, but Jin somehow convinced him to. For an unknown reason, he wanted that. He wanted the image of Y/n walking down the aisle looking like a blooming bride in his memory until his dying breath.

Back in the villa where the first look was about to take place, Armand stood facing a tree covered with sheer golden ribbons and fairy lights reminding him of Christmas ribbons put on trees for decoration. Y/n was in the hallway having a word with one of production staff filming the wedding and the photographer, though her parents managed to get her in the wedding dress she didn't look quite happy as she wanted to be.

"It doesn't feel right," she comments when her mom was right in front of her fixing her dress

Her mom hummed "That's because you've been in love with your best friend and didn't even know it until last night," she smiles "You know the right thing to do, your dad and I raised you well to know what's right and to choose what makes you happy. You're a smart woman, you'll figure it out,"

And now, staring at her fiance's back she knew what to do.

~~~~~^^~~~~~~~~^^^^

Namjoon was on his third glass of champagne when they announced that the wedding was about to begin. With the glass being snatched away from him by Jimin, who drank it all in one go before returning it to the waiter that walked by.

"That was mine," he slightly glared at Jimin "Well, it's in my stomach now having a party with the hors d'oeuvres," he smiles at him smugly. Namjoon decided to drop the topic trying his best not to get too pissed or he was going to lose his mind and temper.

As soft music starts playing, everyone turns around to watch the entourage except for Namjoon, he stares straight ahead and when the groom finally takes his place their eyes meet. Armand nods at him and Namjoon returns it. When the maid of honor, your best friend was finally done walking the aisle, everine was patiently waiting for Y/n, but the modernized wedding march didn't play making the six members look at each other confused when Jungkook tells them she's at the door of the ceremony area. He even pointed it out, making them turn around discreetly and he was right, ends of your wedding dress was peeking at the foggy glass near the base of the door. It would appear for a second then it would disappear only to appear a few seconds later, Jungkook felt nervous for the groom but a part of him was happy. He knew you were pacing. Biting his lip to stop himself from disrespectfully smirking at the groom, he looks down to close his eyes from anyone seeing his hopefulness, but the other members except for Namjoon knew what he was thinking as the look each other with smiling eyes. Namjoon's farewell and last appearance did more than just evoke emotions that she's buried years ago. It was, at mere moments before her wedding, making her choose what she knew was right.

Behind the closed door, Y/n paced as she thought about what she was going to say. Her dad was relaxed but concerned with her pacing. It was a good ten minutes before she looked at her dad and finally nodded. He didn't know what was going on inside her head but he trusted her and her decisions. He just prayed she had known earlier so they didn't have to worry too much about spending on a wedding like this. Taking her dad's arm, the wedding planner and production team already knew what was about to happen but they weren't too worried.

As the wedding march played, Namjoon and Armand's eyes meet one last time, and Armand mouths something at him that he didn't quite understand, it made Armand chuckle and instead pointed at him mouthing you followed by a thumbs up. Still not understanding he turns around to look at Y/n who was a few feet away from him. The sight of her made him gasp quietly, Jin was right and he was glad he listened. It was worth it to see her in white walking down the aisle and remember it for the rest of his life. She looked beautiful it was painful to look at her, he wanted to tear his eyes away from her gaze, but didn't have the heart to look at the love of his life be a vision in white and ignore it.

Y/n was surprised when she spotted Namjoon standing with the rest of the members and her family. She kept her eyes on him until he turned to look at her and for the first time since she turned away from what she felt for him, she finally realized why she fell in love with him all those years ago. When Y/n finally reached the end the aisle, she and Armand smiled at each other before facing the pastor and before he could even get a eord out Armand beat him to it, "Give us a second please," he whispered which surprised the pastor but none the less respected it, turning to Y/n who was staring in space he gently calls her name making her turn to him slowly. Giving her a kind, small smile and nod he says "Go ahead, I'll take care of everything. You don't need to worry about it. I was the one who dragged you into this in the first place."

Y/n looked up at him with teary eyes, "But..."

"Remember what I said an hour ago?" he asks to which she nods in response "Do it."

Turning around, he faces their guests lightly touching her elbow as a way of letting her know she can go, and when he chuckles and tells her to go without making a second thought she grabs the however many yards of tulle of her wedding dress and runs for the exit.

"And she finally lives her Julia Roberts moment," he shakes his head in disbelief as he laughs while everyone gasps at Y/n's actions.

"Everyone calm down, it's okay," Armand reasures them. The seven boys including Namjoon who felt a chill down his spine looks back and forth between the groom and the door that Y/n just disappeared off to. While the entire guests were speaking amongst each other in loud volumes, Armand makes his way towards Namjoon grinning like a fool, "Go after her," he says making Namjoon stare it him as if he's lost his mind

"What?!" Namjoon says in disbelief that is sounded as if he squeaked "What the fuck are you going on about?"

"Just go. Go find her, you know where. Tell her hiw you really feel," Armand says

"I have no clue what you're talking about, man," he denies

"Stop lying to me and to everyone including yourself, Namjoon," Armand exclaimed with a chuckle "We all know you love her, and she's in love with you,"

"That-... that is not true," Namjoon denies once more "She's supposed to be marrying you,"

"Out of convenience because I needed to get married for my father to pass the business on to me and she knew that from the beginning!" he interrupts Namjoon "We fell in love but I she stayed because she was heartbroken after seeing you with somebody else!" The other six boys who were listening were finding the story entertaining and they listened intently with wide eyes and jaws dropped.

"Y/n has been in love with you even before I met her, she's told me that but when she saw all of you in a club and you were with another girl, she got jealous and told me she doesn't love you anymore. But, brother, I know the look she gives you and the looks you give her when no body else is looking, now go. You know exactly where to find her, "

" Go! " the other members start yelling at him and start pushing him towards the exit

"Hey bro," Y/n best friend yells out "Bring her back here and get married or I'm marrying Jungkook,"

"Hurry back, please," Jungkook whispers at him before pushing him to the exit, all the members behind him. Namjoon's driver was already waiting for him in the car at the valet and as soon as he sits his driver gives him a loud laugh as he drives to the main road yelling "I told you so!" as they sped away, not knowing the other members were all packed up like sardines in a car following them.

~~~~~^^~~~~~~~~^^^^

Y/n walked the halls of high school that he and Namjoon attended back when they were teenagers. It was pouring outside and she didn't bring a jacket or change out of her dress when she ran away. The students who saw her asked her if she was okay and why she was crying, explaining that they were tears of joy they waited on the roof of the school's entrance until their parents picked them up. Not being able to enter the school she walked around the building until she reached a nearby gazebo, the exact spot where she and Namjoon first locked eyes and exchanged awkward smiles at each other. The ends of her dress were turning brown with all the rainwater and mud she ran into, she was thankful that even though she was wearing heels they were closed shoes protecting most of her feet from rain.

Sitting on the gazebo bench, she leans down to take off her shoes, massaging her feet as she places both of it on the bench as she sat sideways. She was quite thankful that she was able to grab a taxi that took her halfway to the school with a small amount of money her best friend put in the pockets of her dress. Yes, she had her dress customized to have pockets and she was glad that it came in handy. Gazing out into the football field, she thought about how her body and her mind dragged her there. It was an unconscious thing that she did. Whenever she fought with Namjoon or Armand, or anyone for that matter, they would always find her here sitting on the gazebo. It was what Hobi called a Safe Zone, somewhere no one could get mad or attack her. It was her second safe zone anyway, first being Namjoon, but she stopped running to Namjoon unless she was devastated. He was the only one who was able to comfort her in ways Armand couldn't and he knew that.

That's why when he heard the faint footsteps of Y/n behind her, he had an inkling that the wedding wasn't going to happen from the way he saw her crying as she ran up the stairs and how devastated Namjoon looked as the car drove away. He knew that she finally found out that Namjoon was in love with her and he was okay with that, he accepted it. He even went up to her room hours after she arrived, he was about to knock on the door when he heard a loud sob and her quiet cries. He knew from that moment that the time he feared arrived but he wasn't angry, he was sad not for himself but for the both of them. For a precious friendship possibly broken.

"Armand?" she quietly calls for him making turn around and seeing her in her dress he thought she'd make a beautiful bride but not for him. Shaking her head with tears in her eyes, she starts apologizing to him.To her surprise, Armands steps forward and wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back gently "I know, I know. It's okay," he tries to soothe her "You can cry, it's okay. It's just us." And he let her. For a good few minutes he let her cry, tears staining his suit but he didn't mind.

"What am I supposed to do?" she asked when finally got the chance to breathe

"I'm not really sure what to tell you, Y/n, because as much as I want to marry you 'cause I love you and I can't force you to marry me when we both know that you're really in love with him."

"How come every one knows that?"

"Because we've all seen signs but chose to ignore it or shrug it off, simply because of the fact that we're dating. But every one could see right through the two of you, even I did.

"I'm not mad at you for being in love with him while you were with me, I just wished you realized sooner. It would've been less miserable and less painful for you both." he admitted, taking her hand he kisses her knuckles "I accept if you don't want to go through with the wedding anymore, but please do me a favor and walk down the aisle so they wouldn't think you just bailed on the wedding. You can run away right before everyone sits down. Just look around for a bit, you put a lot of hard work planning what you wanted,

"It just so happens that it's with the wrong guy," he smiles "Go be happy, love." he leans forward to kiss her forehead "You deserve happiness with the man you truly love,"

Namjoon asked to be dropped off at Y/n apartment thinking she would be there but tye receptionist mentioned that she didn't see Y/n enter the building making Namjoon runnto his building that was next door to see if she was waiting by his front door only to be disappointed. Walking back to the car he finally spots the car behind his driver and walks up to it, only to find his brothers squeezed in between the two rows of the Starex.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asks eyebrows pulling together

"Did you really think we were going to let run out to look for her on your own?!" Yoongi shot back at him "How in the world were you going to look for her?"

"You went to the most obvious places she would never go" Jin pointed out "She would never go back to her place or yours, it's not a great idea to wind down in a closed off area,"

"Well where do you think she went if you all think you're damned geniuses?" Namjoon exclaimed out of frustration "She's out in the middle of Seoul all alone in a fucking wedding gown and it's raining!"

"Watch your language, Namjoon-ah," Jin said in a stern voice that he rarely uses on his younger brothers "You don't have to be mad at us when all we're trying to do is help," Namjoon immediately backed down not wanting the eldest to be upset with him.

"I just..." he started "I need to find her, she gets sick easily and I don't want her to get hurt, she's out there all alone-"

"You're not kids anymore, Namjoon-ah," Yoongi tells him "She could handle herself, but I know what you mean about her being alonenand needing to find her asap. So start using that brain of yours to think about where she could go, somewhere only the two of you would know.

"There are so many places we went to over the past fifteen years, how am I supposed to remember all of them?" he says in a panic as a thunder rumbles above them

"Do you think she'd go to hyung's parents?" Jimin asks them

"To Ilsan?" Namjoon asks "It's too far away, and she wouldn't go there knowing my parents aren't..." he stops mid-sentence, looking at the road seeing that there wasn't too much traffic ahead, he was mentally calculating time

"What's wrong, hyung?" Taehyung asks him, looking at where he was looking

"Home," Namjoon finally says in a quiet voice "Home. I know where she is," he says in a firmer voice before running back to his car and tells the driver where to go and his brothers follow right behind him.

~~~~~^^~~~~~~~~^^^^

"I swear we're gonna get arrested, Namjoon-ah," Y/n says in a panic holding his hand in a death grip, but he didn't mind. They're both usually paired up together with a senior back in high school because of how clumsy and heavy-handed, but Y/n was naturally clumsier than heavy-handed, that talent was something that Namjoon excelled in. But what they're doing was completely reckless.

"It's not breaking and entering, babe," he teases, Y/n blushed at the endearment hiding her face on his shoulder "The gazebo is outside and the place isn't even gated, it's practically part of the park's property if you follow the invisible line"

"I don't care, out school thinks it theirs I'm not disrespecting their decisions considering the fact that I need to graduate and not get expelled or arrested for trespassing,"

"Let them try," he mutters as they walk nearer to the gazebo

"You're an idiot," she sighs "We both are..."

"Welcome home, baby," he jokes as they step into the gazebo, their surroundings were only lit by the moonlight and a street lamp "The baby's all tucked in bed and fast asleep,"

"Keep joking around like that and you just might have to marry me,"

"Don't dare me," he chuckles "It's gonna be your problem, I'm not Jin hyung or Yoongi hyung. I won't be able to cook for you,"

"Or keep the place clean," you laugh

"Ya!" he exclaimed too loudly making him cover his mouth and Y/n silently laughs "You're lucky you don't live with us,"

"What are you going to do?" she dared "Vacuum the place in the early morning? You must have forgotten that I'm a heavy sleeper,"

"You sleep like Jungkook, nothing can wake you up except for food," he smiles as he comfortably places his arm on the bench behind her. Behind them was a fence that separated the school from the park where there was a couple by the swing set.

"You know we could just get married and not tell anyone," he tries to dare her "The city hall isn't that far all we gotta do is wait for the next available date,"

"You're crazy," she chuckled "Focus on your debut and your dream, not to mention you have to finish school and all. When you're done with all of that, let's talk weddings and marriage, and every thing in between,"

"How about we live together till then?" he proposed "We'll have a little house, maybe two bedrooms one for us, the other for an office and maybe in the future it will turn into a nursery,"

"You're too drunk," she laughs off his offer nit knowing how serious he was "We should have stayed with soju instead of shifting gears to whiskey,"

"I'm serious," he protests eyes wide as he gently places another hand on the table, leaning closer to her "We could get married when I've saved up for a wedding you want once the debut becomes a success,"

"Namjoon-ah," she started "Listen to what you're saying. This isn't a joke, we have our own dreams to make come true. Are you absolutely sure you want to start family before you could even stand on your own two feet? Bangtan's debut is next week and you're thinking about getting married,

"If does become a success, you won't have time for a relationship let alone a family of your own until the dust has settled," she watches Namjoon's reaction as he looks away from her, he knew he should have confessed earlier before Bang PD-nim announced their upcoming debut. But deep down, he knew she was right. However, he was persistent he wanted to be with her before someone else could step in. He had a feeling he was going to lose her once his focus fully shifts to being the leader of Bangtan.

"For now, we can enjoy this friendship," she says smiling as she was rubbing his shoulder, but Namjoon thinks that it was his heart that needed to be in your touch to heal from this rejection "and we could call this little gazebo 'home' if you want. Our 'little home', a place only we know and the only place we can truly be ourselves and be comfortable."

"This gazebo is home if you're here," he partially agrees with her "If you're not here, this is just another gazebo. You're my home, Y/n,"

"Ditto, nerd," she sighs resting her head on the shoulder she was rubbing. Placing a small kiss on his shoulder she whispers "Go win their hearts, Namjoon-ah. I know the seven of you guys are gonna make it big. You have something others don't,"

"Hmm... And what would that be?"

"Passion, patience, determination, one dream and the best part, you have each other." Y/n smiles to herself, "But the biggest flex your team has is that they have you as their leader, it takes a great team to succeed, but a great leader will make a great team succeed be even better,

So, believe me when I say you'll make it big. And I'm gonna be right behind you, watching all of you reach your dreams and live it" she said proudly.

Namjoon let the tears flooding his eyes fall as he kisses the top of her head. He knew that he had to succeed to make her proud, he finally compromised with himself that he should make her proud and come back to her when the right time comes.

"Just don't forget about me, Joonie," she teases "I'll forever be your number one fan,"

"Don't be ridiculous, Y/n-ssi. You're going to be right next to me the whole ride, you gonna be with me all the time. I'll make sure of it."

That early morning, Namjoon walked her back to her dorm before going back home to his dorm. Not completely happy about being rejected by Y/n, but feeling more determined. It was like adding wood to a campfire, add more and the fire becomes bigger, that fire was his determination. Little did he know, she was gonna end up moving om with her life without him as he focused more and more on his job.

"YA! I've been looking everywhere for you," a voice says behind Y/n making her turn around quickly as she snaps out of her thoughts. Namjoon always thought that she never remembered that night because of how drunk she was, but that was the evening that Y/n found out that she had a pretty high tolerance with alcohol that over the years whenever the boys got drunk, Yoongi and Y/n would be the last ones standing. A secret that Yoongi kept, knowing that it would be a useful talent of hers in the future, and, man was he right .

"Do you know how fucking worried I was about you?!" he asks her his tone indicating a hint of anger with the concern laced in his voice "You could get sick with how reckless you are. Can't you see it's pouring and you're in a fucking dress?!" Standing in the rain, Namjoon's chopped blonde hair was wet and so was his dress shirt and coat. Y/n couldn't place the look he had in his face, no doubt he looked worried and mad, but there was something else. Longing, she decided, and hope. Both a very dangerous combination.

"Go home, Namjoon-ah," she says through the the noise of the rain splattering on the roof of the gazebo and the pavement "You don't have to worry about me, I'll just grab a bus home."

"Like hell you are," he scoffed "And I'm not done talking"

Y/n wanted to take her shoes and throw it at him, and she was seconds from doing so. Not like it was the first time she threw a shoe at him.

"What the hell happened?" he asks and she rolled her eyes "Why did you run away from the wedding? People are getting more and more worried about you, you should go back and get dried up. Armand sent me to get you."

"He didn't send you, dad did." Y/n says "Dad was the last person to talk to Armand before I walked down the aisle. So, it's most likely dad.

And don't fucking ask me what happened when you were the one who sent a hard drive filled of videos of you getting trashed," she started fuming "Stop pretending like you didn't say the things you said last night to put me where I am right now, you little piece of shit!" she grabbed her shoe and hurled it at his direction aiming for his head only to surprise her when he ducked to the side and dodged it like a pro making the boys in the car who were watching the entire thing happening with Jungkook and Hobi taking videos, howl at how impressive it was.

"Oooh!," Hobi chuckled "Oh he's gonna be in trouble for dodging that one!" all of them laughed as Jimin asked "We're such bad friends for filming this,"

"Hey, now," Jin said from the passenger seat "At least we came to support him, and we're not just his friends, we're family too,"

"You measly little fucker," Y/N gritted as she threw another one this time the show landed on his muscled bicep "You dare," she threw a bracelet she was wearing "fucking" she struggled with taking the viel from her head before bundling it into a ball and throwing it at him "dodge me. You asshole!" From the car, Hobi snort-laughed as they continued filming "Told you," making Jimin lightly hit his arm as they all chuckled.

"Call me whatever you want, Y/n, if it's going to make you sleep better tonight," Namjoon said to her his tone returning to how he started when he arrived "If it makes you fucking happier do it,"

"Why did you show up?" Y/n demanded as she walked up to him not caring about getting rained on, a part of Namjoon wanted to pull her back in the gazebo but he was frozen at the sight before him, just like how frozen he was in his place when she walked the aisle not less than 2 hours ago, "What made you think you could just show up?! Didn't you say you weren't going to be there? Did you finally muster up the courage to stop being god damned coward? You fucking bastard!" she yelled and cried, she was pushing him away from her over and over again, and Namjoon let her slam her fists on his chest repeatedly, but to his surprise she didn't hit him as hard as he thought she would. Gently grabbing her wrists, he wraps her arms around his torso pulling her close in a hug as he placed a hand behind her head and another one around her back. Y/n stiffened under his touch before she relaxed and quietly sobbed with her face on his coat, soaked in the rain and her tears.

Without any hesitation he places a kiss on the top of her head before gently holding her face with both hands and leaning down just so his lips were near hers, but he didn't move. Instead he waited for her, and when she finally understood why he didn't move and longingly stared at her lips, she did the one thing they've both been waiting for since they fell in love with each other in high school and finally, her lips met his. When Namjoon pulled away, resting his forehead on hers, he whispers to her "I'm never letting you go again. You're not going to get rid me that easily this time around," Y/n giggled as she leans up again for another kiss and Namjoon gladly kissed her back, finally tasting the lips he's been craving for so long.

Back in the car, the boys were giggling and smiling like high schoolers. Jungkook was still filming the entire thing and the audio surely caught all of their side comments and the noises they all made when they finally kissed for the first time.

"Now that," Jin pointed out his window, "Is better than any existing and upcoming dramas on TV,"

"Definitely," Yoongi smiled

"We finally don't have to deal with a grumpy Namjoon hyung," Taehyung sighed happily "Our world is finally at peace"

"You can't say that," Jungkook objected chuckling, "Now they're gonna get married and have kids, hyung. We're ginna have little Namjoons running around the office," Hobi laughed out loud, clapping as he did. Jimin stared at him with wide puppy eyes, "W-wait... But they're both clumsy," he pointed out, then he muttered to himself "that means their kids are gonna be... Aiiishh-"

Opening the window next to Hobi and pushing out most of his upper body out, not caring about the rain he yells out to the couple who we're smiling at each other through their tears that were getting mixed with the rain that was falling on them, "YA! YOU BETTER NOT BE MAKING KIDS SOON, YOU IDIOTS!" this time tue other members laughter reached their ears, the car no longer soundproof because of the opened window. Namjoon looked back at his friend and he tightened his arms around Y/n, "I got bad news for you, Jimin-ah," he smiles "You might see them sooner than you think," this time along with the sound of laughter mainly Hobi's due to his reaction to Jimin's wide eyed look at the couple, joined a few sounds of complaints mainly from Yoongi and Jin who knew immediately that they can't say no if the time comes for them to be babysitters for Y/n's kids, but decided to give complaining a try if it means it will buy them time to mentally prepare for mini-me's of the middle child of Bangtan.

Namjoon ignores the other members and turns back around to the gazebo walking towards it with his hand still holding Y/n as they sit.

"You ruined my wedding," she muttered lamely while they were seated inside the gazebo, arms still around each other.

"We'll have a better one," he promised her "that's if you want one. I mean it, what I said; I'm not letting you go again. It was the biggest mistake I made, I'm not going to make that mistake again."

"A wedding with you? And if I don't want to be with you?" she says almost in a daring manner, her chin resting on his chest as she looks up at his face

"Move in with me or start a family with me, either way, be with me; be mine and I'll be yours" He says, and at that moment Y/n recalls the early morning they got drunk and how he called the gazebo their home "I just want to be with you, that's all I want. Stay with me, please" Y/n watched Namjoon's every move and if back then he was recklessly discussing marriage with her with no clue about what the future holds for them both. Now, he knows exactly what he wants and it's to marry her, spend his life with her.

After a beat, she smiles and pulls him in to press a kiss on his cheek.

"Is that a yes?"

"Only one way to find out, Namjoon-ah" she grinned.

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Hi!! Here's a request if you're interested! Maybe we could see some Yelena taking care of Natasha...maybe Natasha has a nightmare and wants Yelena to hold her (since it's usually the other way around) but she feels embarrassed so she tries to cover up her clinginess, but Yelena figures it out and assures her that Yelena wants to comfort Natasha just as much as Natasha comforts Yelena

Feel free to change this around or just completely ignore it lol, either way I'm in love with your stories and super excited for what'll happen next!!

Hii thanks so much for your request! I really did enjoy this one even though it took me about a week to write it fully 😅 I really hope that you like what came out and hopefully it makes sense since it was written out in pieces. (I work in a school and fall break is approaching so my body is going into early burnout lol)

Hope you enjoy!

And once again, I can’t write short stories to save my life 😬

TW- PTSD, minor injury, implied past abuse

Word count- 3,980

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It was at least a quarter til noon when the blonde assassin started to stir.

Yelena slowly opened her eyes, stretching her arms a little to the side and letting out a low groan before flopping her arms back down. She was very tempted to just pull the covers over her head.

Between going back and forth from being a leader of the quest to free all the remaining widows, and playing off the stereotypical annoying little sister to the one Natasha Romanoff, Yelena was exhausted.

Of course, it was no secret which role she preferred.

As happy as she was to be helping free the widows from the mind control that sapped away their freedom and free will, and the joy she felt giving that to them was unparalleled, there was still the more selfish side that wanted to make up for the childhood that she lost. The one she should’ve had with her family. The one she wanted with her sister. .

And now she had a second chance at it.

Yelena grinned a tiny grin as she decided to yank the covers off her and get ready for the day. It was pretty late even for her but she didn’t have any missions for a hot minute while Melina whipped up another batch of the antidote. So she had plenty of time to just be the annoying sister she was always destined to be.

After brushing her teeth Yelena bounded her way into the front room to greet her favorite sister with a smile on her face.

When she got to the front of the safe house she spotted her sister, sluggishly making a pot of coffee.

Natasha turned her head a bit to offer her sister a small grin.

And Yelena immediately knew something was off.

Natasha’s entire body was stiff and sluggish, their were dark bags under her eyes from where she had obviously lost sleep at some point, and the grin on her face was way too forced.

And if Yelena wasn’t a trained assassin, she may have missed the ever so slight flinch from Natasha when she heard Yelena bounding in the room.

Yelena’s mood immediately flattened as she took in the stoic stature of someone who was clearly just going through the motions, as she realized that the person in front of her was not her sister Natasha.

But of her persona, the Black Widow.

“Morning, Lena” Natasha practically slurred in a very monotone voice.

Yelena slumped, taking note of the lack of inflection in her sister’s voice. A clear indication that something was off. However, she still had chose to address her with one of her endearing nicknames. This didn’t go unnoticed.

Therefore, the blonde assumed that perhaps her sister was just in a bad mood, and decided she just needed to cheer her up.

Cue the endearing yet annoying little sister.

“You know, it isn’t really morning anymore if it’s only a few minutes til noon, poser,” Yelena quipped back, mischief radiating from her eyes scanning for her sister’s reaction.

However, Natasha’s face remained stoic and expressionless as she responded

“Oh yea. You’re right, sorry. Good afternoon,” Natasha corrected herself. She gave her sister a tiny grin but other than that didn’t make any other remark.

Now Yelena was worried.

Never in a million years would she just admit that her baby sister was right about something. It was the unwritten code of the sister handbook. The big sister was always right, even when she was wrong.

So she decided to change tactics.

Yelena padded softly over to where Natasha was busying herself with pouring a bowl of cereal, no doubt being for her. She stood behind her and slowly wrapped her arms around her sisters waist, gingerly placing her chin on Natasha’s shoulder and peering over it. Natasha’s tension melted ever so slightly but she was still obviously stiff.

Yelena cocked her head a little to the side, her golden greens gazing into Natasha’s own pools of emerald. The blonde immediately noticed how that natural sparkle in her eyes was not present. They just looked… empty.

Yelena felt her heart crack at the sight of her big sister looking so void of emotion. She hadn’t seen her this closed off since their impromptu reunion back in Budapest just a few weeks ago. And even then, there was still some spark behind those cold peering eyes when she laid them onto her.

Yelena watched as the cereal fell from the box into the bowl. As Natasha reached over to grab the milk, Yelena put her arm out to stop her.

“I don’t want milk in it.”

It was a cheap move that was sure to backfire. Even in her worst state, Natasha’s big sister instincts had to kick in to make sure she wasn’t deprived of nutrients.

“Ok then, here.”

Not a fight to be had.

Yelena shoved herself away from her sister’s grasp and just gaped at her, her eyes widened in fear and worry. Natasha’s stance stiffened back up as her own eyes widened a little at the quick action.

“Ok, who are you and what have you done with my sister?” Yelena questioned. It was a playful inquiry but her position remained completely serious. She truly did not know this person in front of her right now.

Natasha remained neutral, standing there slightly slumped over with the bowl of dry cereal. She pursed her lips into a thin line, cocking her head a bit like a confused puppy.

“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” Natasha deadpanned. Yelena looked at her with bewilderment.

“No. My sister wouldn’t just stand there and let me be a smartass to her freely and she definitely wouldn’t let me eat just sugar.” Yelena took a step forward, her eyes staring at Natasha’s frozen, unreadable expression.

“What’s going on?”

Natasha’s face softened ever so slightly and Yelena could see that she was starting to get to her to crack. However, Natasha just swiftly turned her back to Yelena, a move that left her a little dazed.

“Nothing is wrong, Yelena. I’m just having an off kind of morning. I’ll be fine ok?” Natasha’s voice sounded sincere but also fake at the same time. Yelena bit her lip, trying to think of how to respond. She knew something was wrong with her sister, yet she had no idea how to help her.

And it frustrated her to no end.

“Fine. Be that way.” Yelena spat out in her frustration, finally just taking the bowl and marching off towards the couch. Natasha just remained in her same position standing over the counter.

With her sister’s back turned to her, Natasha leaned a little against the counter. Fighting back tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. She closed them tightly and focused on her breathing. After a minute or so, she turned around to look at her sister. She was leaning against the arm of the couch, her feet propped up as she vicariously popped little bites of cereal into her mouth. Natasha couldn’t see the expression on her face. She was kind of glad not to. She just knew it would not be a pleasant one.

After another few minutes, Yelena suddenly got up and headed back towards the kitchen. Natasha immediately threw her wall back up, feigning contentment. Meanwhile, her sister had a look of displeasure. As she put the empty bowl on the counter, she gave Natasha a once-over.

“Sorry.”

Yelena spoke in a near whisper. Natasha immediately felt her heart breaking knowing that her baby sister was distressed. She watched as Yelena just went back into the living area and sat down, arms crossed over her chest. She didn’t even attempt any kind of adoration.

So much for a good morning.

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As the night fell, Yelena found herself curled up in the bed unable to sleep. Her eyes glazed over as she tried to process the days events. Despite the little morning snuggle that she gave Natasha earlier, Yelena hadn’t made any further attempts at physical affection. Which was unusual for the usually touch starved woman.

As much as she tried not to, Yelena found herself lost in her head, debating over and over whether or not Natasha’s unusual behavior was her doing or not. Had she finally taken it too far and Natasha was fed up with Yelena’s overly clingy behavior? Did she do or say something that was inappropriate or too immature? Yelena knew in the back of her mind that she was a big kid in an adult’s body. When your youth is taken from you at such a young age, you tend to regress back to those simpler days, and Yelena would give anything to be a six year old again.

Despite all of this however, Yelena also knew that she was in fact an adult. She was fluent in multiple languages, could drive or pilot any kind of transportation, was mastered in every fighting style and technique, and was knowledgeable in every weapon based on texture, style, and damage it could inhibit. In the Red Room, she quickly rose in the ranks, learning faster than any other girl that came through. Eventually she was dubbed the “world’s greatest child assassin,” a title she was unsure she should be proud of or disgusted by.

Yelena was seen as a leader. She lead in multiple missions for the Red Room, often garnering her praise from both handlers and other fellow widows. She had led the group of widows charged with retrieving the antidote for the Red Room before she was ultimately freed from mind control.

And now she was in charge of freeing the remaining widows.

If she were being totally honest, Yelena wasn’t sure how she felt about being a leader. On one hand, she appreciated the respect and discipline that came with being in charge. But on the other hand, there was a lot of pressure on her shoulders for delivering answers that she simply didn’t have. It was draining to watch the young girls awake, frightened and confused, and demanding answers. So much so that she often found herself regressing to that little girl she once was in Ohio.

Though she would never admit it, she tended to get embarrassed over how childlike she could revert to. From a badass assassin to a spoiled little kid in a matter of seconds. She wondered if being around her big sister had something to do with that.

When she was around Natasha, she didn’t have to be the strong badass assassin leader. She could simply just be the little sister. She trusted Natasha with her life and knew that whatever happened, she would keep her safe.

Yelena was shaken from her thoughts by the lump beside her starting to violently twitch. Yelena furrowed her brow, sitting up slightly and propping herself up on her elbows. Natasha was usually a pretty still sleeper, hardly even stirring to move positions. The only time she even flinched was when Yelena would drape her arm over her waist.

But now the redhead turned blonde was visibly shaking under the covers, her face contorted into that of utmost discomfort. Yelena felt panic rising in her, wanting so desperately to help her big sister but unsure how. She gingerly removed the covers from herself and maneuvered over to her sister’s shaking form. She slowly rose her arm and went to place it on her sister’s shoulder.

“Natashka?”

As soon her hand made contact, Yelena watched in horror as her sister sprung up and threw herself on top of her, making a swift grab for her neck.

Yelena noticed the wild and feral look in Natasha’s eyes as she lay there gasping for air. The look was icy cold and darkened. She realized in that moment that she was dealing with the Black Widow. Her hands made quick movement to try and dislodge the firm hold but they would not budge.

“Natasha! S-stop! It’s..m-me..” Yelena gasped out. Her visionrsion was turning blurry as she continued to wrestle with the right fingers around her throat.

“ne trogay menya ili ya ub'yu tebya!” she heard the Black Widow scream out in their native tongue. Yelena’s eyes widened as she started to piece together what was going on.

Yelena was losing consciousness fast. In a last ditch effort, she pulled out her best pouty face and squeaked out the words she hoped would bring her sister back.

“…We’re both upside down...”

Almost instantaneously, the wild look in Black Widow melted away and was replaced with the shining emerald eyes of her sister. Natasha looked down and immediately removed her hands and vaulted off her sister’s waist.

Yelena gasped as the air suddenly started to flow freely back to her lungs, she placed her hand on a particularly sore spot that was for sure to bruise. As soon as she regained composure, she sat up and noticed the absolute terror that fell upon her sister as she was coming to the realization of what she had just done.

“No…”

Natasha looked down at her trembling hands and balled them into tight fists. Yelena still had her hand on her neck, gently adding pressuring to the sore spot. She froze, afraid to make any sudden movements as she contemplated what to say.

“Natasha, it’s ok, I’m..”

“I hurt you.”

Yelena felt her lip quiver slightly as her vision blurred again, this time from tears threatening to fall. She knew Natasha hadn’t meant to hurt her on purpose. The nightmares of the Red Room could be so surreal that it was hard to come back to reality. Yelena had them dozens of times. And each time it always took her a few minutes ground herself back to reality. She should’ve known Natasha would have the same issue.

“It’s ok, you didn’t mean to, I shouldn’t have touched you, I…”

Yelena trailed off as Natasha made a quick motion over toward where her sister sat. She brought her hand up to where Yelena had been rubbing the sore sport and gently went to remove it to reveal the bright purple mark.

Natasha gasped, eyes as big as saucers as she takes in her baby sister’s wound. The wound that she had caused. Natasha immediately jumped up off the bed and bolted out the bedroom door. Yelena barely had time to react before she herself was scurrying after her.

As she caught up with her, Yelena spotted her sister grabbing her laptop, burner phone, and clothes and shoving them into a backpack. Yelena felt her heart start to accelerate as she witnessed her sister’s frantic state that was deliberately avoiding eye contact with her.

“What are you doing?” Yelena’s voice was shaky as she addressed her sister. Natasha paused momentarily at the sound of her voice, still avoiding looking her in the eyes.

“I can’t stay here.”

Yelena felt panic start to rise again as she took in her sister’s frantic state. She watched as Natasha started to zip her bag and sling it around her shoulder. As she did, she spotted the set of keys sitting on the counter. As Natasha made her way over to them, Yelena dove for them and snatched them up quickly, keeping them out of her reach.

“Yelena, give me the keys.”

“No! You’re not leaving!”

Yelena knew her whining made her sound like a little kid, but in this moment in time she simply didn’t give a shit. Natasha huffed as she pivoted and made her way to the door. She’d walk instead if she had to. Yelena’s frustration was turning to anger as she watched her stubborn sister refuse to listen to reason.

“Do not walk out that door!”

Natasha stopped again, not turning around at the fear of facing her distraught sister. She continued to maintain a calm demeanor. One that was now starting to piss Yelena off.

“Please, just let me go.”

“I’m not letting you leave!”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You will be if you walk out that door!”

Natasha remained there in a stand-off with the woman who was begging her to stay as if she didn’t just almost strangle the life out of her. She refused to turn around as she felt tears start to build in the corners of her eyes. She let out a deep sigh as she cocked her head a little. She was starting to lose her composure.

“I’m sorry.”

Natasha made a beeline for the door. Yelena felt as if her heart was breaking and she started to feel her breath become more and more hitched. As she watched Natasha approach the door and start to turn it, she decided to make one last attempt to stop her. Something she hadn’t done since she was 6 years old.

Yelena dove down to the ground, and latched onto her sister’s legs, effectively holding her in place.

Natasha stood there shocked, then started furiously wiggling and trying to shake her sister off. But Yelena had a vice grip on her, positioning herself up further on Natasha’s legs and coiling herself around them like a cobra.

“Let go!”

“No!”

In the midst of her sister’s wiggling and frustration, Yelena suddenly let out an ear piercing scream, stopping Natasha dead in her tracks. She hadn’t seen Yelena act like this since she was a little kid.

“pozhaluysta, ne ostavlyay menya snova…”

At those words, Natasha’s entire resolve crumbled to dust. She immediately stood stagnant, feeling as Yelena’s tears started to stain her pajama pants. When she noticed her sister no longer fighting, Yelena let go, crumbling to the floor and bringing her knees up to her face and hugging them to her chest. She was shaking like a leaf but her wailing had diminished to light whimpers as she saw Natasha drop to the floor.

Yelena poked her head up from her knees as she watched her normally strong and brave sister crumble to pieces. Tears started falling fresh from Natasha’s eyes as her entire mask fell down. She sat on her knees and let the tears fall fresh onto the ground. Yelena frowned deeply as she heard the choked sobs and whimpers coming from Natasha’s throat as her own were starting to dry on her face.

Yelena found herself frozen for the second time that night. She knew she needed to approach her, but found that she was scared of the repercussions it might bring if she made the wrong move. It was a rare occurrence that the two found their roles swapping as Yelena took care of her older sister instead of the other way around. But that’s exactly what she needed to do right now.

Yelena crawled over to where her sister was slumped down and repositioned herself right in front of her. She took in the fresh tear stains and trembling lips that placated Natasha’s face. She bent down a little to try and get Natasha to make eye contact while she contemplated what to say. But of course, she beat her to the punch.

“What’s wrong with me?”

Yelena bit her lip as she brought her hand up and under Natasha’s chin. She slowly lifted her head up until she was finally level with her eyes. Natasha’s eyes were shining with the wetness from the tears, though it was a welcome change from the hollowed out look in them Yelena saw that previous morning. She inhaled sharply through her nose before answering.

“You’re human.”

Now it was Natasha’s turn to have her lip quiver. Her eyes were more focused on the purple bruise on her sister’s neck. She felt a rush of shame course through her as she reached out to gently caress the mark. Yelena remained unmoving, trusting her sister fully.

“I did that.”

Natasha’s voice cracked as she fully started to comprehend the situation and how much she had truly hurt her sister that day.

“I hurt you.”

“You didn’t mean to,” Yelena whispered. Natasha was barely moved.

“But I still did.”

Natasha remained stubborn in her position, but Yelena was not gonna back down. She moved to place her hand on the back of Natasha’s neck, grounding her as much as she could while also openly inviting her to spill her guts.

“They got to me. I let them get to me. And I hurt you. Again…” Natasha started to confess through shaky breaths. Yelena didn’t say anything, just letting her sister say whatever she needed to say.

“I tried to fight it, so you wouldn’t see how weak I actually am. I’m your big sister. I’m… supposed to be strong,” Natasha admitted brokenly.

Yelena shook her head, moving her hand to Natasha’s chin to lift it up again. She pressed her forehead to her sister’s.

“You’re an idiot.”

Now she had Natasha’s full attention as her head snapped back. Yelena glared daggers as her sister. Natasha found herself quivering ever so slightly.

“You think that by closing yourself off that you’re protecting me? You’re only hurting yourself. And in turn, you’re hurting me. You’re pain is my pain, Natashka,” Yelena told her sincerely.

Natasha looked away for a brief second as she took in her sister’s words. Yelena remained firm in her spot, hand still on the back of Natasha’s neck.

“I could’ve killed you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“How do you know?”

Yelena softened her gaze ever so slightly as she turned Natasha’s face back towards her.

“Because I believe in you.”

Natasha felt fresh tears start to trickle down her cheeks again. Yelena gently used the pad of her thumb to wipe one of them, feeling as Natasha leaned into the touch.

“But… what if I’m not good for you?”

Yelena furrowed her brow, breathing sharply through her nose again.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

Natasha cocked her eyebrow, genuine confusion on her face, prompting Yelena to further explain.

“You are your own worst critic. Just because you don’t think you’re a good person doesn’t mean you aren’t. If I didn’t feel safe around you, I wouldn’t be here. Simple as that,” Yelena stated firmly.

Natasha finally relented and nodded her head.

“When did you become so wise, Malyshka?” Natasha told her with a slight tease back in her voice.

Yelena felt a bout of pressure leaving her chest as she saw her sister starting to listen to reason. She let go of her neck and opened her arms up, inviting her big sister to step in. Natasha obliged, practically falling onto her as Yelena held her tightly to her chest. Natasha silently wept a few stray tears into her chest while Yelena ran her fingers through her hair. After a few minutes, there were only a few sniffles that remained. Yelena chose this time to speak up.

“If you are hurting, please come to me. Whether it’s a nightmare or a bad thought. Don’t hide it from me. Promise me?”

Natasha lifted her head up, her bloodshot eyes shimmering with the love and adoration that was absent earlier. She was the proudest big sister in that moment.

“Promise.”

Yelena hummed in contentment, lifting up off her legs while helping guide Natasha up as well. She pulled the bag off her shoulders and threw it down onto the couch as she helped guide them back to the bedroom. For the first time, Yelena was the one to guide Natasha down onto her as their eyelids finally started to grow heavy. She placed a tiny kiss to her big sister’s head as she listened to the steady beat of her heart against her.

Cuddled up against her baby sister, Natasha’s nightmares ceased to exist the rest of the night, replaced with overflowing pride for the amazing and bright young woman Yelena had become.

She couldn’t have asked for a better sister.

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Translation:

ne trogay menya ili ya ub'yu tebya- don’t touch me I’ll kill you

pozhaluysta, ne ostavlyay menya snova- please don’t leave me again

#yelena belova #natasha romanoff #black widow #black widow 2021 #widow sisters #natasha and yelena #mcu fanfic #mcu #marvel #sisters #angst and hurt/comfort #ptsd #nightmares #Natasha can’t deal with emotions #yelena is extremely protective #yelena is still just a little kid who wants her big sister #both of them have ptsd #minor injury tw #bruises #red room survivors #implied past abuse #heavy angst #angst with a happy ending #caring for each other #surrogate sisters

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(Not) Alone- Chapter 4

Summary: Consumed with worry and scared after watching Dani almost die, Danny begs her to come home with him and meet Jazz. He wants to see her safe and happy and taken care of more than anything. An important reveal also weighs heavy on him – Dani isn’t the only living clone… and the other is him. He needs to tell her the truth; maybe that will convince her to agree to the idea of telling his parents. And she'll stay in Amity Park with him, where he'll never have to worry if she's safe ever again.

Meanwhile, Dani has mixed feelings. Still reeling from the loss of her clone siblings, Danny’s unexpected worry and care make her uncomfortable. And her own guilt… she hurt him and helped get him kidnapped twice. How can he care about a mistake like her? But having clean clothes and a bed is wonderful. And things aren’t as simple as she thinks.

Will Dani accept the help she needs and let herself be loved? Or will she push Danny and Jazz away and run again?

Word Count: 2,698

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Note: Here's the new chapter! Sorry it's a bit late; the weekend was busy but a lot of fun (D&D and a Red Concert! 😍). Then I went back to work on Monday and they're back to trying to kill me with stress. 😭 I'm applying for other jobs and already have got an interview so hopefully I'll be leaving soon. Pray for me, friends. 🥺

Over an hour later, her brother finished explaining. 

“So let me make sure I’ve got this straight.” Dani’s brow furrowed. “Vlad made Tiny-you overshadow Danny-you. There was a weird memory-sharing, dreamscape thing. You didn’t wanna leave. You were destabilizing and…” The girl swallowed, paling for a second. “You melted while still possessing… also you?”

“It’s easier if you just use the names.” Danny(?), Dami(?) added helpfully.

Dani pressed her hands together, fingers pointed up as if praying.  “So… Tiny… Dami melted while he was still overshadowing Danny….” She moved her hands apart, vaguely miming a spherical shape. “Core combining, merging, fusing thing happened.” She balled her fists together before pointing. “And that’s where you come in? Because you’re both of them?”

The boy gave a nod. “That’s right.”

Dani also nodded. Then her eyes widened, realizing. “That’s why you were being so weird after breaking out of that chamber thing!”

Her brother blinked once, as if just realizing she’d been there. “What do you mean?”

“You were moving kinda jerkily, like you couldn’t get your limbs to work right. Or you were dizzy or something.” She frowned. “And your eyes were blank and glassy, like you weren’t all there.” Dani shrugged, deceptively casual. “I thought Vlad just shocked you real bad.”

“Well, that electricity sure wasn’t fun.” He smiled uncomfortably. “But yeah. There was a lot going on here.” He motioned vaguely to his head and chest. Then he frowned. “I still don’t remember it all that well.”

“I’m sorry.” Dani sympathized. “It sounds like you had an awful time, not even realizing what happened at first.” (How did he not realize it though, being changed like that? ) “And the power flare-ups. And the figuring it out yourself. And that’s where Frostbite comes in, right?”

The boy nodded. “He confirmed what I had already figured out but… didn’t want to admit to myself. He…” A guilty blush. “He helped me out a lot, with really getting all this-  who and what I am now- and learning how to be okay with it.” He swallowed. “It took me a while to tell Jazz, Sam, and Tucker though. And that was rough… but we’re all good now.”

There was a significance, a deep-seated pain to those words. It squeezed at the clone girl’s core.

“And you’re okay too?” She asked.

“Yeah.” He smiled softly, some of the weight lifting. “I’m really happy you’re here.”

“Me too.” Dani reached forward, hugging him again.

The two siblings shared the embrace for a long moment. Then after a few breaths, the boy pulled away.

His brow furrowed, worriedly searching her face. “Are you okay with all this? With… me?”

“Of course!” The girl didn’t even hesitate, grinning. “I mean, I don’t really get it. Like at all. Everything you just told me is crazy…” 

For a moment, his eyes fell, more than a hint of alarmed disappointment.

Dani pointedly shook her head. “I believe you! It’s just….  It all sounds so insane. I can’t wrap my head around it. At least not yet.” 

For a second, the girl’s lips pursed, considering the situation. It sounded impossible. She didn’t understand it at all, despite that hour-long explanation. Or… well, she had understood the words, the general flow of the story. But the details? Fitting what had happened into her mind, her map of reality? (Would she ever be able to?)

Her brother nodded at her words. “Jazz and my friends didn’t really get it at first either. I think they’re still getting there too.” He half-shrugged, blushing.

The clone girl smiled softly; that made her feel better. “What matters is, you’re still here. You’re alive. You’re not melting. You’re stable! We’re both stable!” She grinned, spreading her arms. “And you can actually talk now!”

“Oh yeah?” The boy grinned, wrapping an arm around her. “So I get to torture you with my puns and you won’t complain?” He furiously nuggied her head.

“No, not puns!” The girl complained dramatically, trying to squirm away.

Grinning, her brother’s wiggling fingers went for her armpit. “What was that?”

Dani giggled, body twitching from the assault. “No… no puns!”

“But I thought you were tickled pink, finally hearing my boo-tiful voice.”

“Stop! Stop!” She panted out through her laughter. “Dami, stop!”

The boy also laughed. “Come on! That was spook-takular. I think it ghosts without saying.”

The girl’s chest heaved, unable to word a reply.

“See, I’ve left you speechless.”

Dani flailed, her own wiggling fingers seeking out the other clone’s sensitive underarm. 

“Hey. Hey!” Dami complained, falling into his own giggles.

Quickly, the two half ghosts fell into a pile of limbs and laughter.

“It sounds like you two are having fun.” Jazz’s voice cut through the scene.

The tickling stopped at that, both half-ghosts panting for a few seconds before sitting up.

“I wondered when you were going to get up.” The boy rolled his eyes teasingly. “Thought you were going to sleep all day.”

“As if.” The red-head rolled her own eyes, going to sit on the couch near the pair.

“Seriously though.” The jovial tone dimmed. “I’m surprised you didn’t hear our… discussion.” Dami’s eyes flickered to his clone sister meaningfully.

Dani blushed, a seed of guilt sprouting in her core. Oh yeah… she had started this entire thing with yelling at him.

For a moment, something (almost guilty?) flickered in Jazz’s eyes but it was quickly gone. The older girl nodded. “So, you told her about…” A significant pause.

“About being Dami. Yeah, she knows.” Her brother nodded.

“And you took it well?” The older girl’s gaze fell on Dani, more than a hint of hope in her eyes.

With another blush, the clone girl nodded. “After he explained everything.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You know, you should have led with that last night. It definitely would have made things easier.” (Maybe she wouldn’t have been so grumpy about him worrying about her and about accepting help. Maybe she wouldn’t have gotten so angry about him calling himself her brother; he actually was after all.)

The older two traded meaningfully concerned looks. Dani’s insides twisted. Had she said something wrong?

Jazz leaned forward, a strangely deliberate gentleness to her voice. “How about we make some breakfast? Then we can go do something fun together.”

“Breakfast!” That got Dani’s interests. “Can we have pancakes?” Her eyes lit up, already making her way to the kitchen. 

(That segway felt like a diversion but Dani wasn’t going to say anything. Who was she to refuse food?)

“Yeah, pancakes sound great.” Dami enthused. “Chocolate chips?”

“Yes, we’ve got chocolate chips.” Jazz laughed.

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Danny and Jazz made pancakes for breakfast, Dani’s excited eyes on their backs. Part of that excitement was because of the food but the half ghost knew… it was also something else.

Compared to his friends and older sister who hadn’t talked to him for days after he told them, Dani took the secret well. Surprisingly well…. There was a reason for that. He saw it in the way she looked at him, in what she said after their conversation. 

“Are you okay with all this? With… me?” “Of course!” 

Dani hadn’t thought about her response at all. She hadn’t even hesitated.

“I mean, I don’t really get it. Like at all. Everything you just told me is crazy…” 

Danielle didn’t really understand. Of course she didn’t. And he didn’t expect her to; it had taken him weeks to even begin to understand what he was now and he was experiencing it from the inside.

But…

“What matters is, you’re still here. You’re alive. You’re not melting. You’re stable! We’re both stable!” She grinned, spreading her arms. “And you can actually talk now!”

Damian, Tiny, her littlest brother. That was who she saw when she looked at him. And…. Danny was surprisingly okay with that. Part of it was…. It was nice for that part of him to be wanted. But a greater portion…. 

After telling his friends and sister, he had been so concerned with them seeing and accepting both parts of him, all of him. Not just the Danny they were used to, but the clone too. And most importantly…. The new, complete self that he was. Those months ago, that had been so new. He had only just begun realizing and accepting that he wasn’t just the sum of his parts but greater, his own person. Now though….

He knew who he was. Danny wouldn’t be shaken by Danielle seeing him as Tiny. That was what she needed, who she needed for now. She needed to be happy that one of her clone brothers was still alive, right here with her. Learning all those other implications, getting to know him as the new person he was… that could come later.

For now, he wouldn’t say anything. He would take it slow. He would let himself just be Dami, for her.

With those thoughts dismissed, Damian went back to making breakfast with his older sister.

“You know what we need? Bacon!” Excited at the thought, the boy opened the fridge and reached for the meat drawers.

“Wait!” Jazz shouted, eyes wide. “It’s contam-”

Dami pulled open the container to sudden growls. Something ugly green-red-white wiggled through the clear plastic, lunging for his fingers. “Never mind!” He tried to slam the drawer closed. But the strips of meat sprang up, wedging in the opening. “Oh no, you don’t!”

The bacon hissed without mouths, tiny red eyes blinking open. The boy shot at the meat…

“Shit!” The blast of fire impacted. 

The strips shrieked. 

“What did you do?!” The red-head lunged for the fridge, beating at the flames with a kitchen towel.

“It was supposed to be an ectoblast!”

The meat moaned pathetically, still on fire.

“Make them stop!” Dani complained, hands over her ears.

Then the fire alarm started screaming.

“Just close the fridge!” Dami shoved his older sister out of the way. 

The door slammed closed, cutting off the pitiful whimpers. Jazz stomped to the fire alarm, swiping the broom from its place against the wall. She jabbed the handle up, hitting the button to turn the siren off.

Blessed quiet fell over the room. The boy’s shoulders relaxed, smiling sheepishly. “Well, that’s not how I’d been planning to cook the bacon….”

A beat of silence. Then….

Dani started giggling. “You… you shot it, you really just shot it….” The sound was almost hysterical, like this was the funniest thing she’d ever seen. 

The older halfa couldn’t help but laugh with her. “I was trying to ectoblast it, not… not shoot it with fire…” 

Even Jazz joined with her own eyeroll. “Little brother, I swear….”

Dami bent over, taken by the ridiculousness of the situation. That stupid contaminated bacon… and he’d really just accidentally fire-blasted it. What even was his life?

The three siblings laughed together for a good minute, all else forgotten. Until…

The smell of burning, the fire alarm shrieked again.

“The pancakes!”

After Jazz rushed back to the stove, the boy hesitantly opened the fridge. To his relief, the fire was out, the plastic walls of the drawer none the worse for wear. But the contents- luckily just the bacon- was burnt to a crisp, and not the crisp one normally wanted in bacon. Left in the bacon’s place were two moaning blob ghosts which Dami quickly sucked up in a Fenton thermos. Dani helped him clean up the ashes, leaving no trace of the fire he’d caused.

Ten minutes later, the pancakes were ready and the three siblings sat down to eat.

The two half ghosts dug into their stacks. 

“So good.” The younger girl happily moaned through a mouthful.

“Yeah.” The boy agreed, having finished his first. “Sorry you…uhh… lost one because of bacon-shenanigans.” He said sheepishly.

Jazz rolled her eyes, the picture of faux-annoyance. “How did you manage to accidentally fire-blast them?”

“Hey! It’s an easy mistake. I’ll have you know…”

The two squabbled for a bit, Dani joining in once she’d finished half her stake.

“Do you normally have to fight the food in the fridge?” The clone girl asked with a laugh.

The two teens looked at each other. Dami shrugged. “Only sometimes.”

Dani raised an eyebrow, putting another piece of pancake in her mouth. “Do the Drs Fenton store blob ghosts in there or something?”

“It was ectoplasm samples.” Jazz corrected. “And no, they actually don’t anymore.”

The younger girl gave her a skeptical look. “Really?”

“Jazz got them to put a fridge for samples in the basement and stop putting things upstairs.” Dami clarified. “I saw them do a deep clean on the fridge too, right before they left. With real, store-bought cleaning stuff and everything.” His brow furrowed. “I figured that would work to stop making the meat bite back.”

“It looks like it didn’t stick.” Jazz frowned. “I’ll have to tell Mom. Maybe they should just get a new fridge.”

“That’s probably a good idea.” Dani eyed the appliance warily.

“Do you want to meet them?” The boy suddenly asked.

“Who?” The clone girl blinked.

“Our parents, I mean.” Her brow furrowed, like she wanted to argue, but Dami interrupted. “They’re your parents too. Biologically at least. I know they’d want to meet you, if they knew about you. And…” He poked at his last few pieces of pancake. “I’ve been trying to get them warmed up to ghosts. They’ve got a truce with Phantom now. They know that I’m good, that I’m just trying to help the town. They’ve met Cujo and Sidney. And that went well. They don’t shoot on sight anymore. I think…” He worried his lip. “I think if I told them about me being half ghost, about me being Phantom that they’d get it.” The clone-fusion secret was a whole other thing. But… “I really want to tell them.”

And tell his parents about Dani and have them meet her and ask if they would adopt his baby sister… His core squeezed. He wanted that so much, more badly than he wanted them to accept him. He wanted this house, their family to be a safe home for her. And he wanted to tell the clone girl that so badly. But…

Danielle was biting her own lip, staring down at the table with an unreadable expression. She’d closed off as soon as he’d said ‘our parents’.

Danny’s heart hurt; he felt like a hypocrite. Hadn’t he just been thinking about taking it slow and just letting Dani be happy he was alive? She’d already been visibly uncomfortable last night. Just earlier, she’d pretty much yelled at him to stop worrying about her. And now he was pushing her again….

There was a long, silent pause. Finally, Dani said. “I’ll think about it.”

Danny’s eyes widened. That was good, better than he expected. “Alright. I can live with that.” He breathed. “I won’t tell them about you unless you say it’s okay.”

Still, there was a knot in his stomach. It would have to be good enough.

An awkward atmosphere lingered as the three finished their food but slowly it ebbed.

“What do you want to do today, Dani?” Jazz asked, looking at the other girl.

The younger blinked, surprised. “I can pick?”

The red-head nodded, giving her a smile. “Anything you want.”

“As long as it’s in town or not too far away.” The boy added, then with a nervous cough. “Or too expensive. I uh… don’t have that much money.”

“Speak for yourself, little brother.” Jazz raised a brow. Then giving the girl a wink. “I’ve been saving up just for this occasion.”

“Really?” Dani blinked for a moment, all the more surprised. Then her brow furrowed, considering. After a long minute…. “Can we go to the mall?"

#Danny Phantom #my fic #(Not) Alone #Invisobang 2023 #Invisobang

[gluttonygirls]

Hopefully she won't mind the Cheshire Cat being a bit late, but they're here now to find out what all of this talk of a giant is about. Now if only they'd picked a better place than an edible forest...

"A bit late for what?"

"Aaaahhhh!"

I yelp in surprise as a voice comes from behind me, stumbling forward. I slam up against a tree that's a lot softer than it should be, but I don't even notice as my weight makes it sag. I'm far more preoccupied with the voice that just whispered in my ear.

"Oh? What's the matter~? Does a cat have your tongue?

I don't know how someone so fat snuck up on me, since they're just as fat as I am, but I didn't even feel her approach. Leaning up against the tree, I stare at the voluptuous girl. She's enormously fat, just like I am, but where my figure has an outrageously wide set of hips with thighs and a butt to match, her bust dominated her frame, resting on top of a gut that sags almost to the ground.

I try to stand up straighter and correct her, but I can't. Pulling my arm against the tree, I wince as I watch my arm get stuck to it, pulled right back. It was made of fudge, so sticky that I couldn't pull away at all. The lardy girl behind me purrs.

"That's not going to work, my sweet~ All the food here is so happy to see you! They rarely get the chance to get gobbled up, and it's all these lovelies grow for~ In fact, I think there's only one way out of this~"

I blush and stutter as I feel Cheshire's enormous bust shove into my back, squishing my bulk against the tree as she weighed me down. She was heavy, my knees buckling as I was shoved down against the tree. I had to stifle a sound as one of her hands clasped onto my massive ass, palm feeling tiny on the scope of my enormous rear. Her other hand went to the back of my head, shoving me against the tree.

I could have kept my mouth shut, but it all smelled so good. Opening wide as she forced me against it, I started to tear chunks out of the chocolate tree. Gobbling it down, the magical plant leaned in to let me eat more, the trunk turning to offer me more bites.

I could already feel the elastic in my stretchy clothes tightening again as I billowed outwards, the rich and fattening sugar of it all churning in my stomach.

"Good girl~"

I huff as she breaks off a branch, stuffing it past my lips and forcing me to chew. Groaning as caramel sap spilled down my throat, mint leaves crunching as I chewed, I did my best to eat. It was a never ending flow of thick goopy sugar, all filling me up like a balloon as my jaw fought to down it all. But as I leaned farther and farther forward, my rising weight lowering the tree as I ate it, I never once thought to stop.

Twilight finally passed as the sun set below the horizon, and after a half hour of being pinned against the tree, I slumped over the last of the stump. Cradling my gut as I rolled onto my back, I belched and huffed as I massaged what I could reach of my bloated body. I was far, far bigger than Chesire was, as thick as most trucks as I sprawled out on the ground. Each of my legs could rival a single mattress, with my ass enough to break apart any couch I might rest on.

Sinking my hands into my gut, groaning as more burps puffed free past my lips, the marshmallowy mountain in my hands just wobbled under the confines of my dress. Swaying back and forth, I could just see Chesire's grin over the curve of my belly.

"Even I would have struggled with that~ What a glutton you are, sweetheart~"

She grabs my hand and with supernatural strength lurches me to my feet. I can feel my stomach brush against my shins as I sway, barely able to keep my balance. Swatting me on the ass, I blink as I start to count in my head.

"Now, let's be off with you~! There's more to see~"

Chesire giggles and waddles off back into the shadows...

...all while I'm still counting the shaking of my hips as seconds turn into minutes.

Weight: 680lbs -> 960lbs

#ic

[fruit-of-infidelity]

May I have Ryuuto's reaction to Richter happily falling with love in the human woman, marrying her and informing Ryuuto's his giving up any attempts to get Cordelia back.

I'd love a short scenario when they talk about it, but just a reaction would also be fine.

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┊• Word Count: 659.

┊• Warnings: Slight Violence.

┊• Characters: Sakamaki Ryuuto, Sakamaki Richter.

┊• Author Note: I'm so sorry I took foreverrrrr!! This scenario got a lil out of hand between Ryuuto and Richter, admittedly, yet this is how I imagine such a situation to go! It would be terribly touchy, and Ryuuto would definitely let out his more destructive side (wth the mirror). Also, I couldn't imagine Richter getting over Cordelia too easily... so it's hinted that he would still have some regret/feelings toward her despite his (hopefully) newfound love and happiness.

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"What about Cordelia?"

Ryuuto observed his Father with heavily knitted brows, as he adjusted his black ascot tie in his reflection. His deeply red - though noticeably less tired and bagged - eyes darted from his combed back hair to the freshly ironed cuffs of his, rather flattering, white shirt in an anxious routine, ensuring all was perfect for this occasion.

". . .Hm? What did you say, Ryuutーー"

Honestly having misheard his son, far too caught up with his own presentation for the ceremony that evening to pay attention, he cut himself off when he glanced at him within the mirror.

"Good grief, you haven't even changed yet? We need to be there in less than an hour; I thought you'd be well-ready by now. Chop, chop."

Slipping his single earring out, lest it clash with his own wedding attire, Richter tutted in addition.

"And tie your hair back."

A silence passed between the two of them, although the older man noticed little at the tension beginning to form, breaking the quiet with a pleasant hum - of all things - marking Ryuuto's final straw.

C R A S H !

Luckily Richter was quick to raise his hands to cover most of his face, for as the mirror before him shattered to pieces by Ryuuto's own doing, tiny, sharp shards went flying directly toward him.

One smaller shard managed to slingshot between the gaps of the man's fingers, slicing his upper cheek lightly, though enough to draw blood. Another few left minor slices up the back of his hands, but the mess compared little to the one at his feet, and over the dresser top, sherds of glass scattering around the husband-to-be.

"Ryuuto. . . !"

Richter almost bit his tongue as he spoke, his words coming out sharply, in a growl. Ryuuto flinched little. Not from the mirror shattering, and certainly not from his old man's vicious tone.

"Are you seriously marrying yourself off to some human? When we are so very close to getting Cordelia back!?"

Ryuuto's own tone was raised now, moving himself to - defensively - block Richter's exit in the doorway so he would be forced to somewhat engage in such a confrontation.

"Cordelia? Is she what your mopping has been about lately? She is the reason that you have been so against this, against me finding my own happiness once again?"

"Kc! Listen to yourself!"

"Is she the reason you've tried to ruin this for me?"

"Hasn't she always been our reason, Father!?"

Richter's hand found Ryuuto's throat with ferocious force, winding him from the grasp alone. The older man had travelled meters in the blink of an eye. Sharpened nails dug into Ryuuto's neck, drawing an equal - although tiny as it were - amount of blood.

"I don't want to hear another word out of you."

Releasing him, Richter bit back the strange feeling of. . . were they tears that threatened to fall?

"Go and get yourself ready. One more stunt like this again, however, and you won't be attending."

"I don't plan on it, anyhow."

Both of them would have had to have been deaf to not notice the wavering to each other's voice, no matter how hard either of them attempted to mask it. Then, suddenly disappearing before him, lightly clutching his bloodied neck, he was alone.

Stepping over the shards littering the floor, the man fetched the handkerchief from the pocket of his suit blazer for his own scratches, hung upon the wardrobe. Yet, doing so. . . he was forced to pass a familiar photo upon the mantlepiece.

One he hadn't looked at in a very long while.

Those piercing green eyes. Those sweet-smelling locks of lavender. . . Despite the faint shakiness to his hands, Richter carefully tilted the frame, until it rested, delicately, face-down upon the shelf.

". . .Forgive me, beloved. I had to move on."

#scenario #richter sakamaki #sakamaki richter #sakamaki ryuuto #ryuuto sakamaki #anonymous

[seven-cents]

dont like how the matryoshka logs were taking up so much space so I'm gonna copy and paste them here so can get rid of them

Day 1

Dear Devlog,

Today is day one of my long and mentally torturous journey. I am writing to you at the hour of 11am.

I have made minimal progress today. But important progress. Starting with setting up my normal preferences, running tests to get the ratio. Lame stuff, yknow.

I went on to outline many of the scenes and character sprites, there are quite a bit of them so it was arduous but thankfully my best friend, quentin, was here to help me out with a hip new video. His help will be invaluable throughout this timeframe. I love you quentinreviews.

I feel pretty good about how its going, and I'm sure as long as I don't sleep or do anything else for even a moment I'll be done in time. Easy peasy for me, the laziest most adhd person on the planet.

Word count: 0

I can only hope I can make it at least playable before the madness sets in.

Day 2

The madness has set in.

Dear devlog, I feel like a clown and not in the hot way. I got minimal sleep due to me being woken up at an unreasonable hour.

This morning I heard a crackling in my walls, like electricity behind my outlet. This was super concerning since I had a bunch of flammable shit near it. I immediately hopped up and started rearranging my entire room, moving all my canvasses and paint in boxes and whatnot, and in my cleaning I found what looked to be several tiny beads. The crackling had been a necklace I had on a shelf snapping and all the beads falling on the ground. Now I have to unpack everything.

I did however did get quite a bit done, though, 3000 words worth. Most of it is garbage that I'm going to rewrite like ten times but it's something.

Word count: 3,295

Day 3

Dear devlog,

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

everything is a sick cesspit of misery

I got some sprites done tho. By done I mean they're NOTHIGN, but I will fix them later.

demon

Day 4

Didn't get any sleep last night! Had to do stuff today!

Yet, I'm still keeping up pace. With the power of a gallon of chocolate milk a day. HAHAHA.

now get in the hole cunt

Day 5

Dear Devlog,

I've grown to dislike these horrible paints. I have to use craft paints because they're not shiny. They're fifty cents each so I've bought maybe fifty of them. They're all brown and green. All I dream of is brown and green. I hate brown and green.

Who knows what I'll do with them when I finish.

Day 6

Gonna be hard times for the next few days. Won't be able to paint as much but hopefully I can make up for that in writing. Which is terrible because I only have a million paintings to do. Regardless, I can program and write at the same time. nbd.

Words: 4851

Day 7

I didn't update last night because I was so tired! and I had to take time out of my schedule for my weeping break.

The thing about this painting is, I hate it. Like it's way too late to change the colors or pretty much anything without losing a day. That's the problem with doing traditional art, I can't make tweaks without losing so much time. I'm on day 8, that's a little over a fourth way through and I'm looking at my checklist and I'm gonna throw up. But also it's okay. I'm moving things around to keep the important stuff first so some things may be cut.

Day 8

The name is starting to piss me off. I keep having to look it up to remember how to spell it.

I painted rats today.

Day 9

Wahoo! i finshed some painting. Some of the easiest but good enough. I want to get all of them through with by the twentieth so I can make alternates and then digitally edit them in the next ten days. I think I can have a scene and the menu done by today but who knows.

Day 10

couldnt do anything got too sick from pizza cookie

Day 11

look at this fucking bitch what the fuck is his problem

Day 12

I dont think i wanna paint ever again.

its like on every surface of my room. why am i like this why did i wanna do this. oh yeah, its my drive to be the best in the universe.

Day 13

People are gonna make fun of me for making a character look like a vagina. I KNOW I KNOW ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A VAGINA. you dont understand yuri.

Day 14

I've gotten most of the backgrounds almost done. I've got the sprites almost done. Well I don't have the hallway even remotely done because I just sort of forgot it was there. CGs need to be done. I've only got the sketches.

Day 15

ive watched all of adventure time painting these. now i need a new show.

Day 16

Yeah baby parts of the gui are done. Rats are done. That's all I really need right?

Day 17

behold. all my goddam sprites. there's at least fifteen. almost complete bitches.

Day 18

Have you ever seen a prettier textbox? No you haven't.

Day 19

I don't waaaaaaanna paint. I don't wanna do it. I don't wanna have to be like okay what colors should I use here if I fuck up I have to do everything over again. How many times do I have to paint the same thing. I hate painting AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Day 20

My goal was around 10000 words I'm like 9379 so like I'm almost there baby but it will probably be shorter. I might cut some things.

Day 21

8 days left. I have so much to do in eight days.

Day 22

ITS DAY 22

I stopped updating after this because i lost my cunting mind.

[alleyskywalker]

JEYNE POOLE | for the Minor Ladies Week hosted by @asoiafminorhouses

#jeyne poole #ASoIaF #asoiafedit #theyne #theon greyjoy #theon x jeyne #A Song of Ice and Fire #op #i'm a tiny bit late but hopefully it still counts :) #my gifs

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Dialogue Responses Masterlist

"Where do we go from here?" (x)

"You tell me."

"I wish I knew."

"Why do you ask me?"

"I honestly don't know."

"The only way is forward."

"Hopefully to a better place."

"Back to where we came from."

"We need to leave the past behind."

"Oh, but I'm horrible with directions."

"Doesn't matter, as long as we're together."

"I miss you." (x)

"I miss you too."

"It's just temporary."

"I wish you were here."

"We'll see each other again."

"Well, that's too bad for you."

"Just a few more days, I promise."

"One day, I won't have to leave again."

"The truth is, I don't miss you anymore."

"I'm sorry, I can't change that right now."

"This wasn't the last time we've seen each other."

"It doesn't matter." (x)

"Maybe not."

"It matters to me!"

"Maybe not to you."

"But you do matter!"

"It used to matter to you."

"You just don't know it yet."

"But it will matter, believe me."

"Well, I would say it does matter."

"You can't hide behind this facade forever."

"Don't you see that there are people who care?"

“How are you?” (x)

“Fine.” (A lie)

“I’m fine.” (Honest)

“I have been better.”

“Not that bad actually.”

“Why would you even care?”

“I’ve been feeling worse before.“

"I feel like I should ask you that.”

“Well, it’s so nice of you to ask…”

“I’m doing quite well at the moment.”

“Probably a lot better than you look like.”

"I need your help." (x)

"Where's the body?"

"What's the problem?"

"You never ask for help."

"You can always count on me."

"Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"You know I will always help you."

"Why does that sentence scare me?"

"That's a sentence I have heard before."

"Why do I feel like this is more than a small favour?"

"It seems to be important, if you are willing to ask me."

“What do you need?” (x)

“You.”

“A hug.”

“Motivation.”

“I just don’t know.”

“Fresh air to breathe.”

“Some tissues, please.”

“Nothing you could give me.”

“Just a very small favour, I promise.”

“A small moment to just be by myself.”

“Silence, but that seems too much to ask for.”

“I have a plan.” (x)

“Finally!”

“Tell me what to do.”

“Alright, let’s hear it.”

“Can’t make things worse.”

“Hopefully it’s a good one.”

“I’m scared to find out what it is.”

“Does it involve staying unharmed?”

“Great, now we’re even more screwed.”

“Why do you sound so happy about that?”

“Great timing, because we desperately need one.”

“There is something I wanted to tell you…” (x)

“I’m listening.”

“And here we go…”

“Don’t even bother.”

“Let’s get it over with…”

“Stop being so ominous.”

“You’re making me nervous.”

“I already know. And I do too.”

“Psst. You don’t need to say it.”

“Why do you look at me like that?”

“I think I already know where this is going.”

“What is wrong with you?” (x)

“It’s a long story.”

“Very good question.”

“Oh, so many things.”

“Too many things to count.”

“Well, thank you for asking…”

“I’m tired of defending myself.”

“Don’t act like I’m the problem!”

“How much time do you have?”

“Do you really want to find out?”

“Nothing, but what is wrong with you?”

“Do you feel better now?” (x)

“A tiny bit.”

“I feel worse.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Surprisingly yes.”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Would you feel better?”

“I don’t even know anymore.”

“Actually yes, I do feel better.”

“Yes, but stop laughing at me.”

“I don’t think I will ever feel better again.”

“I feel like I’m losing you.” (x)

“I will never leave you.”

“You need to let me go.”

“It’s not losing, it’s evolving.”

“I will always be here for you.”

“I don’t want go, but I have to.”

“You’ve already lost me a while ago.”

“What am I supposed to answer you?”

“And you are still not fighting to keep me.”

“A little late to realize that you want me around.”

“You’re not losing me, I was never yours to be lost.”

“What are we?” (x)

“Probably stupid.”

“Lost. And desperate.”

“I don’t know anymore.”

“Why do you ask me that?”

“Tough question to answer.”

“What would you like us to be?”

“Human. At least I hope we still are.”

“Not the right time for that question.”

“I would like us to be more than friends.”

“Nothing anymore. We are nothing to each other.”

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.” (x)

“You know you love it.”

“Shut up, I’m not jealous.”

“Then don’t make me jealous.”

“Everything looks good on me.”

“Jealous? Over you? Oh, please.”

“Really? It looks great on you, though.”

“Jealousy? That word is not in my vocabulary.”

“There is no reason for me to be jealous, right?”

“As if I would be jealous over you. I mean of you.”

“You’re right, it does suit you much more than me.”

“I think you are in love.” (x)

“Oh, hell no.”

“Is that what it is?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“And what do I do now?”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“Shit. I’m in love with them.”

“Don’t say a word to anyone!”

“Definitely not. Doesn’t sound like me.”

“In love? I don’t have time to be in love.”

“But I hate them. I am in hate with them.”

“Can we talk?” (x)

“Sure, what’s up?”

“That would probably help.”

“What is there to talk about?”

“Oh, so now you want to talk?”

“You’re making me nervous now.”

“Not right now. Later I’ll be all ears.”

“You’re scaring me. Is everything ok?”

“This is not the right moment for this.”

“Actually no. I don’t want to talk right now.”

“I think we’ve all said what we wanted to say.”

“Are you afraid of me?” (x)

“You wish.”

“Sometimes.”

“Why would I?”

“Should I be afraid?”

“Nah. You’re a big softie.”

“Do I look like I am afraid?”

“I will never be afraid of you.”

“Would that change anything?”

“Yeah. I mean, kinda. Definitely.”

“Do you want me to be afraid of you?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” (x)

“Yes. All the time.”

“I hope you’re joking.”

“Are you really asking me that?”

“Oh, I remember many instances.”

“Should I remind you of that one time…”

“When have you ever told me the truth?”

“Not to my knowledge, but I could be wrong.”

“Do you want a list of all the times that you lied?”

“No, so I don’t understand why you start with it now.”

“Probably. Because I don’t feel like I know you anymore.”

“I love you.” (x)

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.”

“And I love you.”

“I never knew that…”

“That’s nice to know.”

“That’s just bad taste.”

“I love you too, you idiot.”

“This is not the right place.”

“You know how I feel about you.”

And: “You couldn’t have picked a worse time for a confession.”

“I hate you.” (x)

“That’s ok.”

“Aww, love you too.”

“Welcome to the club.”

“Well, you’re not special.”

“Wow, that makes me sad.”

“Happens to the best of us.”

“And you’re not the first one.”

“That won’t change anything.”

“Great, I hate myself too sometimes.”

“That’s a strong emotion you feel for me.”

“I thought you were dead!” (x)

“Didn’t stick.”

“I kind of was…”

“Just wishful thinking.”

“That was just a phase.”

“Didn’t work out for me.”

“Wow, the miracle of life!”

“I thought the same thing.”

“I was, but now I’m here again.”

“You were supposed to think that.”

“I’m so sorry! I’ll explain everything to you.”

“I said sorry. What more could you want?” (x)

"An explanation."

"For you to actually mean it."

"The truth about why you did it."

"I want you to actually feel sorry."

"That you will finally leave me alone."

"A promise that this was the last time."

"If you don't know, then I can't help you."

"I wish I wouldn't have had to beg you for it."

"Saying it and meaning it are two different things."

"Nothing. I don't want anything from you anymore."

“Please, come back to me.” (x)

“Always.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Please wait for me.”

“Nothing I want more.”

“I will fight for it. For us.”

“I can’t promise you that.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I don’t want to give you false hope.”

“Nothing could keep me away from you.”

“I can’t wait to hold you in my arms again.”

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[achaoticeternal]

𝗶'𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀

tasm!peter parker x reader

requested? yes summary: the morning after sustaining injuries can arguably before more painful than receiving them, so peter asks for breakfast in bed to cure his injuries faster. word count: 1.7k warnings: cuts and bruises, with some sweet sweet fluff a/n: GAH i just love some good peter fluff!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Peter had just crawled back into his apartment in Queens, body aching from the beating it took tonight. Sometimes he wish the criminals of the city would unionize and take a day off every once in a while so that he could catch a break. Originally, there was just a bank robbery a couple blocks away or so; but of course, more sinister villains just had to come out to play.

Setting his mask on the bedside table, he picked up his cell phone instead. The cracked screen emitted as he open his home screen to check his texts. You were supposed to have landed earlier in the evening after spending the weekend at your family house.

But instead of seeing a text or call to signal you had made it home; there was just a voicemail. A voicemail from over three hours ago...

'Hey, Bud! Looks like you're busy - Twitter was going crazy about you, hero. My flight's been delayed due to weather so I'm not gonna be back home till real late... or uh, real early - whatever you consider landing at 2 am. I've already planned to take the subway home so don't worry about me! Well, I mean worry just a little bit so I know you care.'

He chuckled as your little giggle echoed through the fun.

'They're expecting a lot of turbulence so just cross your fingers that the plane doesn't fall out of the sky - I'm kidding! It won't do that... knock on wood. But like, if it did crash or something crazy (which is very rare Peter, don't get paranoid) - I just wanted to tell you-'

BEEP!

The voicemail cut off before you ever finished your sentence. He scrambled to see if anything followed; even checking your Instagram for a story post of the plane taking off. But there was nothing. Only the tiny clock in the corner of the screen that announced it was half past midnight and your plane was (hopefully) still in the air.

So Peter did the only thing that could keep him peace until the morning.

- Have a safe flight! I'll see you tomorrow! - Got your voicemail, there's no way the plane will crash! - Delayed flights stink! I wish you were here to play nurse ~ - You're voicemail cut off and I miss you and I lov—

What was he thinking? Peter couldn't send any of these messages because... because he could lose you if he wasn't careful...

- Hope the plane lands safely! Want to bring pancakes for breakfast?

With a heavy sigh, Peter threw the device onto its charger for the night and headed into the bathroom to assess the damage. He pulled down the suit only to see bruises starting to form and scars still healing over. The most painful injury was a gash that stretched across his ribcage going back. Now he really wished you were here to doctor him up and fuss about he needed to be more careful.

With the wounds mostly cleaned and taken care of, Peter stumbled to his bed in a loose t-shirt and boxers. A t-shirt that held your scent from the last time you had borrowed it. And so he was able to fall into an easy sleep, knowing that he'd see you safe in his own apartment soon after he woke tomorrow morning.

---

It was chillier in the city than when you had initially left. You wished that you had opted for more layers, but it was too late to change now. With a coffee tray in one arm and a to-go sack full of pancakes in the other, you scaled up the stairs towards Peter's apartment. You understood the advantages of him living on the 8th floor, especially for his hero business, but you never understood why he couldn't have gotten an apartment at a complex that had an elevator.

Climbing up the final few steps, you set down the bag at your side to reach for his house key. Peter promised to get you one for your keyring but kept forgetting. But that was just fine because you always knew where he kept his spare - right underneath the 7 in his apartment number.

Unlocking the front door, you allowed yourself into the studio space that was in some sort of disarray. Cups and bowls were piled up in the sink, waiting to be loaded into the dishwasher, while empty cans of various energy drinks littered the floor in the direction of the trash can. Besides these few things, the apartment was relatively clean for a guy who lived by himself and was secretly Spider-Man.

You carried your breakfast items with you into Peter's bedroom where he was sprawled out across the full mattress. It was clear by the tempo of his breath and the twitch of his brow that he would be naturally waking up soon. So you granted him to catch a few extra moments of sleep before really waking him up.

Being careful to stay quiet, you pulled the trays of pancakes out of the bag. You set them onto the dresser, along with the plastic utensils. Then, you crept back out to the kitchen to grab the syrup out of the cupboard and shuffled back in as he began to stir.

Peter's eyes crackled open briefly to catch the glimpse of you sneaking into his room like an angel who came to visit. And in his sleepy state, he really couldn't tell if he was still in his dreams or not. This fine line between consciousness didn't work his favor as he grinned and called out to you, "Good morning, my baby love. Come give me a kiss."

You turned over your shoulder to see Peter, who was definitely sleep talking as he tugged at the cover. But in the action, he exposed his chest to reveal the scattered scratches that nicked across his body. Without a second thought of his words, you escaped to the bathroom to grab fresh bandages and some painkillers to alleviate the ache he was probably feeling.

When you returned, Peter was almost fully awake as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. As he lowered his knuckles, he saw you presenting him with a water bottle and a couple of pills. He smiled lazily, glad to see you safe in his room, and took the pills from your palm with a grateful nod, "Mornin' Bud."

"I'm glad to see you're here all in one piece," Peter spoke, morning voice pronounced before he swallowed.

"I should say the same to you with the condition you're in," You shook your head, snagging the pancakes trays off of his dresser and carrying them over to the bed, "I'm gone for three days and you've managed to get the most beat-up you've been in a while."

"No, just the most beat up I've let you see me in a while-"

"Peter!"

He chuckled lightly, trying not the agitate the bandages and wounds any further after tossing and turning all night. You passed him a tray and his coffee, laying it in his lap, careful to not apply any pressure to hidden injuries.

And you went to stand to retrieve your own, long fingers wrapped around your wrists. Peter tugged you back toward the bed lightly with a smile playing on the corners of his lips, "(Y/N)?"

"Yes, Pete," Your voice like music to his ears.

"I want to have pancakes for breakfast, every day," He fully smiled as a giggle escaped your lips.

You pulled away from his grip and grabbed your own tray of pancakes. Peter shifted over slightly to give you more room to sit closer to him, "You sound like a kid."

Both of you began to eat, the room falling into a comfortable silence. Yet both of you were stuck in your head about what to say. There was this unspoken thing between both of you and had been for a few years now. But there was a shift recently, and now both of you were at a loss for words.

"Uh- What were you going to say in your voicemail?" He asked timidly.

"Hm?" You raised a brow, mouth full of pancakes.

"Your voicemail... it, uh, cut off before you finished your sentence. You said 'I just wanted to tell you-' and it never caught the last part."

"Oh," you swallowed with a bundle of nerves growing in your stomach, "I was just going to say that I wanted you to tell you that you are my best friend."

The quiet washed over the two of you again as the room became warmer. This unspoken affection was becoming frustrating.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah, Peter?"

He cleared his throat and attempted to sit up a little straighter, "I wanted to tell you that I want to have pancakes for breakfast every day... with you."

You picked up on the admission and smiled softly, pushing both your trays onto his bedside table. Your fingers found his own and locked together, "Is there anything else you want?"

"I want-" He took in a deep breath, "I want to keep you in my arms and have lazy mornings in bed. And at night, I want you to pull me into your chest and let me listen to your heartbeat fall into rhythm with mine. I want to save all your voicemails and texts in my phone. I want to walk with you to campus and pick you up from the airport in the middle of the night. I want to see you in my bed, ready for sleep, but you stayed up to make sure I get home okay. I want to walk with you to pick up coffee and make pancakes for every meal."

The warmth of your cheeks gave it away that you wanted all the same things as well, "You know what I want, Peter?"

"What do you want, baby love?"

"I want to spend the rest of the day tucked into bed with you while we watch those cheesy reruns of FRIENDS."

Peter smiled widely and lifted to blanket up so that you could crawl into his side with ease as the TV came on.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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[softxsuki]

Sorry if this is a bad time to ask, but I just need something to wind down with because I just had a meltdown and this is kind of my only way of calming down, so this is kinda urgent :(

Maybe um, Atsumu and Bokuto comforting an autistic s/o who is having a problem with sensory issues and on the verge of a sensory overload and people keep telling them that they're being dramatic, and someone yelled at them for "acting like a spoiled brat" and that sends them even deeper into a sensory overload, but they can't really say anything because they can't really speak anymore and they have little note cards but nobody else is looking enough at them to read them.

If it helps you write, then uh, maybe tight hugs, I tend to do verbal stims (like hums, little "aaaa' noises, and things) flap my hands, and sometimes I curl into a ball and try to hide! Noise-cancelling headphones also good 👍

Sorry for dumping yet another request on you :(

Atsumu and Bokuto (Separate) Comfort Autistic Reader Who's Experiencing Sensory Overload

Pairings: Atsumu x Gn!Reader, Bokuto x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of sensory overload

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 630

Summary: In which Atsumu and Bokuto comfort you after you go into sensory overload while out in public

[A/N: It's never a bad time to ask for an urgent request! I just had a few pending and was also a little sleep deprived and busy, BUT I finally got this done for you. It's probably a little late to help with your previous meltdown, but hopefully this can be helpful for any that you have in the future! Thank you for giving me a brief description of what you do when this happens and also what helps in this situation; that was actually really helpful! I also did a bit of research too so hopefully I did okay! I hope this helps comfort you whenever you need it! And never apologize for sending in requests! That's what I'm here for <3]

Atsumu:

Atsumu immediately knows what to do in this sort of situation; he sees the warning signs that you’re about to go into sensory overload and he’s moving quickly

You’re in public when it happens and he tries to take you somewhere quieter where there aren’t that many people or noises that could make your sensory overload worse

His initial response is anger–he’s pushing people out of the way and even accidentally screams a few times for people to move away from you, but then he realizes that his screaming is probably making you feel worse

He’s also extremely pissed if he hears people talking badly about you or saying things like “you’re acting like a spoiled brat,” when they don’t even understand what’s going on with you; however, he holds himself back for your sake, that last thing you need is for him to cause a scene

He takes out your emergency noise canceling headphones and gently puts them over your ears as he hold you tight against his chest, thinking it was probably better for him to just keep quiet, as shushing you or saying comforting words was still noise and could make you feel worse

It takes a while, but he patiently holds you tightly as little hums come from your mouth

He hold you in his arms, hoping that his presence and support is enough to help calm you down

Once you’re finally calm, he makes sure to take you straight home

“Let’s go, I think that’s enough stimulation for one day,” he says softly while grabbing your hand as you both take the long way home, avoiding loud or busy streets

He doesn’t mention what happened and you both continue your day at home doing something together like a puzzle or listening to calming music, anything you want to do

Bokuto:

Bokuto on the other hand has a hard time catching warning signs that you’re about to go into sensory overload

It isn’t until you shrink into a tiny ball beside him with your hands over your ears as you rock back in forth, when he finally realizes

Luckily you’re both right around the corner from where you live, so he quickly takes you home

He honestly doesn’t even hear if anyone around you says something horrible about you as his sole focus is on you and getting you into a safe place in that moment

However, If he does happen to hear anything,then he’d just send them a quick glare and make a mental note of their face incase he ever runs into them again in the future

We all know that Bokuto is loud so it really takes everything in him to just be quiet and not ask you a million questions about whether you’re okay and what caused it to happen, but he tries his best

Anyway, once he safely has you home, he’d take you into a dark, quiet room and pull you into his arms in hope that it would calm you down

He’s not as patient as Atsumu and gets antsy as he waits for you to calm down–but he’s mostly just worried about you as he doesn’t know what it feels like to go into sensory overload, but he imagines that it must be horrible

After what feels like forever to him, you finally manage to calm down and just rest in his arms

For the rest of the day, Bokuto tries to stay quiet to give you a break from his constant chaotic blabbing and only really speaks in a hush tone if he needs to ask you something

“I love you,” he says at the end of the day, making sure you know that he would still be there for you no matter what

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 1/27/2022

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