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luvangelbreak · 2 months

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Deprived | Ten

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing word count: 3.6k a/n: i feel like this one is just very cutesy and fun. things are abt to get wild tho y'all strap in !!

pov: matt

I walked into the kitchen, getting myself a bottle of water and gulping it down like it was the last thing I was going to do. After my incident in the shower, I hadn't stopped thinking about Layla. I wanted to be near her always, I wanted to touch her in any way I could. I wanted her to sit in front of me, I wanted to play with her hair and I kept my thoughts at bay, not daring to tug on it once just to see her reaction.

I shook my head getting rid of my thoughts as I heard the bathroom door open. Layla went to walk by the kitchen but paused when she saw me leaning against the counter.

"You okay?" she asked, noticing the slightly stressed look on my face and I nodded, plastering a smile on my face.

"Yeah. Don't stress," I shook my head and she frowned walking into the kitchen fully before she stood in front of me, "What time you think you'll go home?"

I tried to change the subject and she shrugged, "I'm not going home so I don't know what time I'll leave."

"Where are you going?" I asked, my nosiness showing itself before I tried to gain my composure again.

"Uh..." she trailed off, looking at her feet as she chewed on her lip, "I don't know. I just can't go home."

"Why not?" I asked, genuinely confused as to why she couldn't go home.

"My dad said not to," she shrugged and my eyebrows furrowed, "I usually just go to the park or something."

"Wait, what?" I pushed off of the bench, letting my hands fall to my sides, "You don't have anywhere to sleep overnight if you can't go home?"

She shrugged, keeping her eyes trained on the ground in embarassment as she mumbled, "Yeah. Park benches aren't as uncomfortable as they seem."

"Fuck that," I shook my head, sliding my phone out of my pocket, "You're staying here."

"Mattew it's fi-"

"I'm not letting you sleep on a park bench, Layls," I sternly stated as I opened my mother's contact before clicking the call button. After a few rings, she picked up.

"Hello?" she said, her professional voice ringing through the speaker, letting me know she hadn't checked who called before she answered.

"Hi Ma, it's Matt," I told her and she hummed, clearly still busy with something at work, "I'm just letting you know our friend Layla is gonna stay the night if that's okay?"

"Who's that, honey?" she asked, her attention being drawn by the unfamilar name and I pursed my lips.

"It's one of our friends from school. She doesn't have a place to stay tonight so I said it was okay for her to stay here," my eyes glanced to Layla whose head was still hung lowly, making my shoulders drop in sadness, "Please Ma."

"Fine but don't be up late," she answered and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. I'll see you when you get home," I quickly said and she mumbled a goodbye before I hung up, "She said it's fine for you to stay.”

"It's really fine. It's nothing I haven't done before," she shrugged before lifting her head and I noticed a spot of blood on her lip. I instinctively leaned forward, swiping her bottom lip to get the blood off before I froze.

"Sorry," I pulled my hand away and she just looked at me in confusion, "You had blood on your lip."

"Fuck," her hand flew to her lip where my thumb was placed seconds ago. She quickly jogged back into the bathroom before returning with a piece of toilet paper covering her lip.

"You okay?" I asked and she nodded with a sigh.

"I just bit my lip too much," she mumbled and I let my eyebrows furrow again out of worry.

"What's wrong?" I asked, leaning my palms against the counter behind me and she looked at me in confusion, "You only bite your lip when your nervous or stressed so, what's bothering you?"

She took a moment to stare at me with an unreadable expression before she said, "I don't want you to feel like I have to stay here because you feel bad for me. I'm okay with staying somewhere else."

"I want you to stay here regardless," I told her honestly and she let her head hang again. With a sigh, I reached forward and grabbed her elbow to pull her into my chest. She planted her feet inbetween mine as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders.

She tensed against me for a moment, being frozen in place before she relaxed into me, wrapping her arm around me that wasn't holding the toilet paper against her lip.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice softer and shakier than I had ever heard and it made my heart break inside my chest, "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Stop worrying, pretty girl," I mumbled as I turned my head, placing my cheek on top of her head and she sighed, pulling against me tighter.

We stood like that for a moment in comfortable silence until I heard someone clear their throat loudly. I lifted my head and Layla instantly pulled away from me, moving to stand beside me. I looked over to see Mia standing in the doorway, an unimpressed look on her face while Allie stood next to her with a beaming smile, looking between Layla and I.

"Nate's going and my dad is like around the corner," Allie spoke first and I nodded, pursing my lips as I looked everywhere but their faces.

"Is it 6:30 already?" Layla asked Allie and she shook her head.

"Nah he just finished work so he's picking us up on the way home," Allie explained and Layla nodded. I coughed into my fist before I pushed off of the table. Mia and Allie walked back down the hallway and Layla quickly followed after them, not bothering to look at me while she did so. I trailed behind her to see Nate dapping up Chris in the hallway before he reached forward and I followed the same motion.

"See you tomorrow bro," I nodded to him.

He opened the door, jogging down the front step of my house as he called out, "See y'all at school!"

"Bye guys," Allie hugged Layla before she wrapped her arms around me, leaning up to whisper in my ear, "Don't be a dick to her."

I rolled my eyes as she pulled away from me, giving me a serious look but neither of us spoke further. Mia slid past Allie and hugged me as I wrapped one arm around her shoulders.

"See ya," I mumbled as the two girls exited the house and walked down our driveway, Allie's dad pulling up in his Mercedes just in time. I closed the door behind me, locking it quickly before I turned to Nick and Chris, "By the way, Layla's staying here tonight."

"What?" Chris looked at me, confusion clear on his face and Nick raised his eyebrows.

"She just needs a place to crash. Mom already said it's fine and she'll let Dad know," I explained with a shrug and Nick shook his head, returning his gaze back to his phone from where he sat on the couch.

"Where's she gonna sleep?" Chris asked as he walked back into the living room, plopping himself on the couch and Layla walked past me, sitting on the opposite end of the same couch.

"She can sleep in my room," I state, leaning against the doorframe and all of their heads snapped to look at me, "Don't look at me like that. I'm sleeping on the couch."

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house," Layla's eyebrows furrowed and I shrugged in response. Before I could respond further, the front door swung open revealing my Dad.

"Hey!" he said with a tired smile and I smiled back at him. His eyes travelled to the living room, his eyes landing on Layla, "You must be Layla, I'm Jimmy. Nice to put a face to the name."

"Dad," I mumbled through gritted teeth and he glanced back at me as he closed the door.

"What? I'm just saying it's good to know your description of her is accurate," he answered with a smile and I groaned, running a hand over my face in embarrassment, "When's Mom gonna be home?"

"She said at 7 so we need to figure out dinner," Nick responded, still looking at his phone and my dad nodded before walking past me to go towards his room upstairs.

"I'm gonna go shower. You kids figure out what you want to do for dinner," he called as he trudged up the stairs. With a sigh, I pushed away from the wall and walked into the kitchen, scouring the cupboards for something to make dinner with.

"You good bro?" I heard Chris's voice appear behind me making me jump before I turned around to see he was leaning against the counter with a confused frown, "What's up?"

"Nothing," I brushed him off as I turned around to continue looking through the cupboards.

"Dude, don't do that shit," Chris groaned and in my peripheral vision I saw him round the counter, standing next to me. I straightened up, turning to face him with my eyebrows raised.

"What shit?" I asked and he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at me with an unimpressed.

"Don't shut down on us. Something's off with you," he blandly stated and I let out a heavy breath before I pulled pasta out of the pantry, deciding we would have to concoct some form of sauce with the ingredients we had already.

"Nothing's off. You're trippin'," I shrugged him off and I walked around him, opening up the fridge to look through its contents.

"Matt," Chris said sharply and I sighed, closing my eyes as I leaned my head on the open fridge door, "Just talk to me, man."

"I just-"

"Ooo, are we making pasta?" I heard Nick's voice interrupt me, both he and Layla standing in the kitchen doorway.

I coughed, shaking off the heavy feeling in my chest as I closed the kitchen fridge, "Yeah. We will have to make a sauce but I don’t know how we’re gonna do that."

"Where's Mom when you need her?" Nick groaned, sliding out one of the barstools on the island and plopping himself into it.

"I can help," Layla mumbled, picking at her nails as she glanced between us all before she shrugged, "I make meals out of nothing all the time."

"You don't have to do that," I shook my head and she dismissed me with a wave of her hand, sliding past me to open the fridge. She pulled out a block of cheese, milk and butter.

She opened the pantry, glancing around before she pulled out a bag of flour I didn't even know we had. She placed that next to the ingredients she already placed on the table before she said, "You guys good with a cheese sauce?"

Nick nodded his head vigorously and Chris hummed a yes in response. I watched as she made her way to the stove, picking up the large pot that we kept on the stove before she walked over to the sink, filling it up with hot water before placing it on the now-lit stove.

"How many people?" she asked as she pulled out another smaller pot from the cupboard to her left.

"Six," Chris responded and I continued to watch her as Nick scrolled on his phone.

"Oh great. Don't even have to change the recipe," she mumbled to herself as she started placing ingredients into the smaller pot before she poured the pasta into the now boiling bigger pot.

I felt something kick my leg and I looked over to see Nick glaring at me before he mouthed 'help her dickhead'. I cleared my throat, rounding the counter before I stood beside her.

"Anything you want help with?" I asked and she hummed, her teeth chewing on her lip as she measured the ingredients by eye.

"Once I put all this stuff in you can whisk it. It has to be whisked nonstop for like 5 minutes," she explained before she opened the drawers to her left, pulling out a whisk and handing it to me, "Thanks."

I grabbed the whisk as she smiled up at me before she walked around me, placing the flour, milk and butter back but keeping the cheese out since she hadn't used it yet.

"How do you know this?" Chris asked her and she moved to stand next to me, watching me as I slowly stirred the concoction in the pot.

"A little faster," she mumbled to me and I pursed my lips, resisting the urge to make a joke as she turned to look at Chris, "Google is a wonderful place."

"Yeah, but how do you remember this stuff?" he asked as he leaned his head on his hand, tilting his head to the side.

Layla shrugged as she picked up the pasta stirrer that I hadn't even noticed she placed on the bench, stirring the softening pasta in the bigger pot, "Good memory I guess."

"What are we making?" my dad suddenly appeared in the hallway of the kitchen with a smile in his pyjama pants and white t-shirt.

"Layla's making us pasta with cheese sauce," Nick answered and my dad raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, I'm still stirring the sauce," I frowned, pointing to the pot in front of me that my hand was still making small circles over, "More than what both of you are doing."

"Do you really want them cooking anything?" Layla asked me quietly with a smirk on her face that only I could see since she was facing away from the rest of my family. With a smile, I shook my head and she turned back around to look at my dad.

"It's the least I can do for you. You're letting me stay here," she said and I felt her nervousness radiate off of her but she still spoke clearly, masking the anxiety to anyone else.

"Please! Any of my boy's friends are always welcome here," my dad brushed her off and she chewed on her lip before giving him a small thankful smile, "Don't burn the sauce, Matt. You're mother will have your head on a spike if you waste anything."

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pov: layla

As I finished serving up the last of the pasta into bowls, I heard the front door of the house open and in walked what I assumed was Matt's Mom. I placed the dirty dishes in the sink and spun around to give her a smile.

"You must be Layla!" she beamed, immediately grabbing my shoulders and pulling me into a hug. I tensed against her, the unexpected affection catching me off guard but in order to be polite, I tried to relax a bit and hugged her back.

"Nice to meet you," I said, plastering on my best smile as she pulled away from me.

"Did you make this?" she asked, directing her attention to the pasta that was sitting on the bench and I nodded, pursing my lips.

"Yeah. It's the least I could do," I repeated what I told their dad before and she shook her head.

"Ma!" Chris ran into the kitchen, wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind and I just watched as she patted his forearms lovingly.

I was slightly confused, seeing how Chris acted at school was a complete contrast to who he was at home. I never would've guessed he was so close with his parents and this openly affectionate.

"Chris, help Layla with the pasta," she tapped her son on the side and he rolled his eyes, pulling away from her before he grabbed two of the bowls and made his way to the living room.

"Can you let the boys know I'm just showering and then I'll have dinner?" she turned to me and I nodded with a smile.

"Of course, Mrs Sturniolo," I said politely and she dismissed me with a wave of her hand as she smiled.

"No need for that. Call me Mary-Lou," she smiled as she started walking out of the kitchen and I smiled to myself, her motherly nature radiating off of her.

I grabbed the last three bowls of pasta, balancing one on my forearm between my bicep and wrist as I held the other two in my hands. I walked into the living room and saw Jimmy and Chris holding two of the bowls already. I handed one to Nick and then Matt, both of them giving me a thankful smile. I kept one for myself, leaving Mary-Lou's on the kitchen bench for her.

Nick was sitting in his usual armchair while Jimmy sat on the couch in the same place Mia had been hours before. Matt sat in the middle of the couch and there was a seat next to him, Chris sitting on the floor in front of the empty seat.

"Mary-Lou said that she's having a shower then she'll come eat," I told them as I sat on the floor next to Chris, leaving the couch open for their Mom. I realised they had their seats in everything. In class, in the car and in the living room.

I happily ate my pasta with my legs crossed, all that was heard were forks clanking against porcelain bowls and the quiet murmurs of a show on the TV.

"This is so fucking good," Chris mumbled with a mouth full of pasta, making me look at him with a smile, "Like actually, you need to write down the recipe because I'm not gonna remember if you tell me."

"Chris, when are you ever gonna make dinner?" Nick asked with genuine curiosity in his words.

"I will if it tastes like this," Chris raised his eyebrows, holding his bowl out in front of him that was now empty.

"Or," Matt stated from behind me and I turned around to look at him as he swallowed a mouthful of his pasta, "She can just come over and cook it for us."

"I'm not a personal chef, Matthew," I rolled my eyes, a smile peaking through my lips as I turned around.

"You could be," I could hear the smirk in his voice making me turn around to see I was correct, "Stay here whenever you want as long as I get fed."

"Matt!" Jimmy hit his son's arm making me laugh, "You know better than to talk to a woman like that."

"I'm kidding, Dad," Matt replied with a chuckle before returning his gaze to mine. He sent me a sly wink and I pursed my lips, spinning back around as my face heated up.

"What did I miss?" Mary-Lou entered the living room with her bowl of pasta, placing herself on the couch behind Chris before Chris leaned back onto his mother's legs.

"Matt having no game," Chris mumbled before a hand smacked the back of his head and I noticed that Matt was leaning forward with his arm extended towards Chris.

"Shut the fuck up, Chris," Matt grumbled before he flopped back into the couch and I bit my lip trying to suppress my laugh as Chris pursed his lips, holding in a giggle of his own.

"Enough," Mary-Lou spoke somewhat sternly as she began eating her pasta, "Thank you again for making us dinner, sweetheart. This is lovely."

"It's really no problem," I turned around and gave her a polite smile before I looked at Matt, "Besides, I'm not the one that stirred the sauce."

"Oh fuck off," he leaned forward, shoving my shoulder slightly and I smiled at him sweetly while he shook his head.

"Matt," his mother said sternly and I pursed my lips, turning around once again as I snickered to myself.

The room fell silent as all of our attention was diverted to the TV and I felt Matt's hands fall onto my shoulders, pulling me back to resume my position between his legs. I sighed, leaning my head on his right knee while he began playing with the ends of my hair again.

After a few minutes, he leaned forward so his mouth was beside my ear, his warm breath fanning the side of my face as he whispered, "You want dessert?"

Goosebumps rose on my skin and I nodded my head, my face heating up from our close proximity before he tapped the side of my arm, indicating for me to get up. I grabbed my bowl and phone, hopped up from the floor and walked towards the entrance to the kitchen as Matt followed.

I placed my bowl in the sink and spun around to see Matt in front of me, wrapping his arm around me and placing the bowl in the sink that was now behind my back.

"Couldn't have waited till I moved?" I asked, a smirk tugging at my lips as I glanced around his face.

"Why do that when I get the excuse to be close to you?" he asked, a smirk still on his face. He moved away as my face heated up and I shook away the warm feeling in my stomach. He opened the freezer, pulling out a small tub of strawberry ice cream and two spoons.

"Not gonna put it in bowls?" I asked, walking over towards him as he held out a spoon for me before shaking his head. He made his way back to the living room before he stopped, standing in the doorway.

"We're gonna go watch a movie in my room but I'll sleep on the couch when you guys are done," Matt told his family before making his way up the stairs to his bedroom and I followed shortly behind, not realising we weren't going back to the living room.

"Don't eat all the ice cream!" Nick yelled out and Matt didn't bother turning around.

"No promises!" he called back and once we reached the top of the stairs, he opened a door to the right. He stepped in flicking on the light as I trailed behind him.

I shut the door behind me as he walked over to the bed in the corner of the room, jumping onto it before he patted the place in front of him so I could sit with my back against the headboard.

He cracked open the ice cream and we both sat in silence for a moment before he said, "Wanna play a game?"

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zerobaseonefics · 1 year

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stuck by you from the glue ㅡ park gunwook (requested)

for my dear separation issue anon, i'm sorry it took so long </3

park gunwook x gn!reader

genre : fluff

hearing the multiple notifications on your phone, your eyes fluttered open. when you woke up earlier that day, you realized you were feeling too sick to go the school. you were so tired that you forgot to tell gunwook about it.

gunwook and you were friends. like, really good friends. the type of friends that are always sticking together at school. you two walk to school together, you share the same classes, you eat together, and you go home together. there is not a minute not spent together in the day and you even see each other on the weekends. really good friends, right? good friends can hold hands under the tables, in the streets, on the bus like you do...

good friends can crumble dramatically against your door when you tell them you won't be at school today because you're sick.

gunwook put his phone in the pocket of his jacket, comtemplating the mess he was in (mind you, it was just a school day without you). but gunwook just hated when you were separated for too long, and it was the same for you. at least, you were in the comfort of your bed, but he had to go the school...

gunwook let out a heavy sight, getting up from the doorstep to make is way to school. he walked alone to the bus station, waiting for it. when it came, he find a place, once again alone, and he sat. his friend junhyeon got in at the next stop, making its way to gunwook with a genuine smile.

"where's your soulmate?" asked junhyeon teasingly. dramatically, gunwook let his head bang against the window.

"is this how life is supposed to be...?"

"what? y'all broke up?"

"we were never dating but i feel like they broke up with me today..."

"uh?? damn, i was saying this as joke and didn't expect it to be true. what happened?"

"they are...sick."

junhyeon, who was worried about his friend, was now wearing a straight face. gunwook turned to look at junhyeon when he didn't hear any reactions from him. "what?" he gently asked.

"are you kidding me? they are just sick they didn't give up on you!"

"i still come to school to see them when i'm sick..."

"and that's because you're a freak!" stated junhyeon.

gunwook didn't respond, letting his head fall on junhyeon's shoulder. he closed his eyes to try and get some sleep. junhyeon let him on his shoulder, but didn't stop talking.

"well. you can spend the day with me today."

"you will leave me once taerae comes around."

"no, i'm not like you and y/n... plus, taerae and i are actually just best friends."

"y/n and i are just friends!" said gunwook, pulling away from his friend shoulder.

"because you're scared to ask for more."

gunwook pouted, crossing his arms against his chest. he knew junhyeon was right. but it wasn't the subject for him! the problem here, was that he had to spend an exhausting day at school without you. he absolutly loved junhyeon, but it was not the same as staying with you.

that day went incredibly slow for gunwook. sure, he laughed a lot with junhyeon and taerae. the "you're in love with y/n conversation" didn't come back around because junhyeon tried his best to help gunwook think about something else. but during the lunch time, when gunwook realized he unconsciously looked for your hand under the table, the train of thoughts named you couldn't stop.

"what's wrong gunwook? you don't seem to be with us" asked taerae with an evident worry in his voice.

"oh, nothing. i was wondering if y/n felt better."

junhyeon sighed heavily, realizing his mission have failed. but taerae had a smile on his face. he just find you and gunwook so cute.

"maybe you should text them. they'll probably be happy of hearing from you."

indeed, you was wondering if gunwook was mad at you. how come he didn't text you at all and it was already lunch time? gunwook was actually thinking about texting you the whole morning, but he just didn't want to disturb you. if you were sick to the point you were missing school, he wanted to let you rest.your face lit up when you saw the text. you were craving to be with gunwook as much as him and you were glad he finally texted you.

"why don't you go see them after school? just to say hi. i'm pretty sure it's gonna help them feel better." proposed taerae.

"you think so?"

"yeah! bring them their favorite snack or something."

gunwook saw this as an amazing idea. all the means were good to see you! he feels like he forgot your face since it's been so long... (24 hours he is just a dramatic ahh simp). so, after school, he rushed to the convenient store to buy you you're favorite snack and a little plushy he find there. he felt kind of nervous for some reasons. what if you rejected him? what if you didn't want to see him...

what are you on, gunwook? it's not like you're gonna confess, right? you're just... checking up on them.

soon enough, he ended up in front of your door. gunwook tapped on his own shoulder to give himself comfort, before knocking three times on the door. your parent came to open.

"oh! gunwook, you're here. how are you doing?"

"hello! i'm fine, i wanted to check on y/n, actually"

"this is gonna be such great news for them! they complained about not seeing you today"

"r-really?"

your parent only nodded with a smile, letting gunwook in. no, he was not blushing, his cheeks were rosy because of the cold weather. that's it.

he made his way to your room, knocking gently with anticipation.

"yes?"

"y/n, can i come in?"

"gunwook?"

he heard a loud noise in behind the door, and loud footstep rushing somewhere. after a few seconds, gunwook dared to ask again.

"uh... you're good? i heard noise? can i come in?"

"y-yes you can!"

hesitantly, he opened the door to find your room completly in the dark. you were tucked in bed.

"were you sleeping?"

"uh, yes."

you were absolutly not sleeping. you just rushed to pull down the certains because you didn't want him to see the way you looked right now.

"i'm sorry to disturb you then, i just wanted to see you... i bought you something!"

he made his way to your bed, sitting next to you on the corner. gunwook gave you the back with what he brought for you. "you didn't have to..." you shyly mumbled as you took out the surprise. your eyes widened when you saw your favorite snack and the cute plushie he just bought you. "that's so sweet! thank you"

"y/n why are you still in the dark, it's too late for that!" your parent entered the room and went to your curtains, pulling them to let the light enter in your room. gunwook was glad to finally see the face you were hiding for him, while you felt the whole contrary. your parent didn't say much more, leaving the room and closing the door behind them.

gunwook could see you were sick and in bed the whole day. you were still wearing pajamas, your hair were messy, and you had dark circles. gunwook scrutinized your face with a tiny smile he was restraining, and you felt uneasy at the idea of him finding you ugly. to your surprise, gunwook took your hand in his.

"how do you manage to look good when you're sick" he sighed. "what?" you said.

"i said you look good."

feeling your cheeks warm up, you let go of his hand and lied back under the blanket, hiding your face up until your eyes. gunwook chuckled.

"you're all red. is it the fever?" he asked, taking his hand to your forehead.

"yeah, it must be it... anyway, how was today?"

"terribly long." he simply said.

"you missed me?" you asked in a singing tone.

"you wouldn't believe me! i was eating lunch with taerae and junhyeon and i was looking for your hand before realizing you're not here."

you laughed the nervousness away.

"oh, you're being dramatic." you stated.

"i'm not. did you not miss me too?"

you simply nodded to say yes, too shy to say it out loud. gunwook smile widened, and he dared to sneak his hand under your blanket to take your hand again. he gently pulled it out of under the blanket to drag it to his mouth, planting a soft kiss.

"you better recover soon, i hate it when you're not here."

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blacksapphhicmaddonna · 10 months

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WHATEVER IT TAKES - PT. 1

(SNEAKY PEAKY🤭)

update: THE FULL CHAPTER ONE IS OUT! and its got some changes lol. hope y'all enjoy!

FULL CHAPTER ONE!

hey y'all. I've been super MIA with my writing (sorry again lol) but here's a lil sneak peak for a series I'm writing (very slowly) I hope y'all enjoy! I am down incredibly bad for these two science gays and I am also needing some angst and fluff to heal me lol. here y'all go!

s/n: some of this is subject to change, and this hasn't been proof read jsyk. when this appears in a chapter, it might not look exactly like this. I just wanted to give y'all a condensed feel for the story. you feel me?

taglist: @mybonafidefeelings @maysflourish @lppriceisright @nanajen8 @mysticalmarss

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Shuri paced the room that seemed to be growing smaller by the millisecond around her, searching for something - anything - inside of the brain most people considered the smartest in the universe to offer the scientist in front of her. She found nothing but the desperation she had been pushing down since the moment they met.

A desperation that mirrored the effects of the herb she had reproduced, also made from the desperation to save something that she felt was slipping through her fingers at the time. Just like the herb had founds its way through her body when she first took it, this feeling spread from her throat as she choked when their eyes met as she pushed herself into the dorm room she was once again standing in. Down to her chest, pulling heart strings she didn’t know she had. Plucking them in a rhythm that felt intrinsic, ancestral, almost painful in the way that they made everything feel super imposed. She felt her toes and she felt her finger tips and she felt the curls framing her face dance above her eyes ever so gently. It spread through every atom that comprised the panther and she could barely breathe. She felt everything and she felt nothing, like she was sinking in an ocean of clouds. She could barely look at the woman who was staring back at her with a look of confusion, and an equal desperation that she couldn't explain.

Shuri still had nothing to offer in terms of speech. She paced at a speed that had only just registered as super fucking fast, clearly adding to the concern building in Riri's eyes.

"Shuri-" Riri started, but couldn't even try to finish as her voice had triggered the awaiting and building eruption in Shuri that it always did. Riri, if she did anything to Shuri, she made her feel things she wasn't used to feeling.

"Anything you want, just name it. It's yours. I'll make it happen. I'll build it myself. Just please don't do this. Please." Shuri froze in her place, finding herself begging for something she couldn't explain. She knew she was almost yelling at the other woman, which she would never do but she couldn't find the part of her that could compose herself. She was thankful for the kimoyo beads she had scattered in the room when she entered, enabling a silencing mode and cutting through anything that the government had tapped in Riri's room.

Riri froze too, only moving to fumble with her fingers nervously. She didn't have anything to offer the panther, the queen standing in front of her. She didn't have anything to comfort her friend. The woman she loved more than she could explain, let alone fully grasp yet.

"I don't... I don't want anything from you, Shuri... We both knew this day was coming, I thought you were.. I don’t know... It almost felt like-"

"Please, Ri. Please. Just find something and I'll do it. I'll make it myself if I have to. Please just find something else."

"I don't want... I don't understand, Shuri. We only talked about this like twice, I didn't even think you cared that much or even had time to care about it... or me, really. Just... lets just sit down for a second." Riri tried to redirect, trying to give herself time to figure out what was going on. She felt her mind trying to run back through memories and conversations the two had shared in the past year and some change, but it was few and far between that they ever really had time to talk about their lives in depth. Riri had shared her plans a few months ago and hadn't really heard much back from the woman standing in front of her looking like she was fighting a battle she wasn't sure she'd win. Riri had committed herself to this, and now Shuri was trying to offer her a chance out of it. She didn't know what to do or what to think. That's something she felt often with the panther, she figured out. She had zoned out for only a split second before Shuri was grabbing her wrists and looking in her eyes.

"Riri, I'm begging you." Shuri stared into the Iron Heart's eyes, searching for something she knew she was missing. Something she needed the way she needed air, she felt. Riri searched back, trying to decipher something Shuri wasn't ready to let her see.

"Shuri, you know I feel responsible... But, I just.. I don't understand what's going on. What's wrong? Please just talk to me. It's okay." Riri tried to pull them closer, tried to grab the Panther's hand but her grip was too tight around her wrists. Shuri relaxed it, she hadn't intentionally been holding on so tight but she wasn't ready to let go. She's never been ready to let go of who she loves. She saw that same resolute look in Riri's eyes that was always there when she was sure about something. It broke something in Shuri that she knew she couldn't mend on her own. One final try, she told herself.

"I will give you anything under the sun. Please just don't go with them. I- I know you're trying to help and change things for the better, and you will. But not like this. Not until it's safe. He will find you, Riri. He will do anything to get to you and to get back at me. You know this and you still choose to go? Please. I will give you access to all the technology Wakanda has to offer, just please find something else to focus on, to take place of this. Please."

Riri tried to pull her closer again but the panther moved back, sending a shiver of rejection up Riri's spine.

"I don't want anything from you, Shuri... I just want you. I just want-"

Shuri felt her body getting hot and somehow freezing at the same time. Riri just wanted her? But she also wanted to go on this suicide mission, which is what it was regardless of what Riri thought of it. She fought back the defensiveness she felt crawling up her throat like it always did when she was hurt. She didn't want to lash out on Riri, she only wanted to protect her. She only wanted her to be safe, alive. She only wanted her. But it was to no avail. She felt the ferocious beast pull itself through her. She scorned herself as her words burned their way through her skin, landing on Riri's.

"You just want whatever you want. You just want to fight whatever moral war you have going on because you're the one who survived! You would give up your life for what? For who? Not for my mother! Not for me!"

Riri hadn't noticed the tears stinging down her cheeks until she saw the ones pouring out of Shuri's. It was something she had never seen before. She had seen Shuri lash out, though. She knew this was just the first wall of defense the panther had when she felt hurt, afraid, abandoned. She couldn't take this personally, though she had to fight back the sting of the words as they came at her. She reached out to try and touch the woman in front of her.

"Shuri, please. Let's just ta-"

"What?! Sit and talk? For what? For you to tell me again why you have to do this, why you have to go? Do you care so little for me? For yourself?"

"You know that's not true!"

"Why wouldn't it be true?! Ungayenza njani le nto kum!?"

"Please just listen to me! I don't know what's going on but we can talk about it! I'm right here, I'm right here!"

"But you won't be after this! You don't have to do this! Just let me try, let me show you that there's other things to give you purpose! PLEASE!" Shuri felt herself starting to cave in, her chest becoming a cavern filled with the screams of the orphaned girl inside of her. The girl who needed her family. The girl who couldn't save her brother. The girl who was held back from her mother as she drowned. The woman who loves women, specifically the woman in front of her who was planning to give herself up. She couldn't keep it together. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't think."

"That's not for you to decide, Shuri!" Riri shot back, starting to feel the same layer of armor pull itself over her. She didn't like being yelled at. It triggered something in her that she herself had pushed back as far as it would go. She just needed to get Shuri to listen to her.

"I don't care! You can't do this Riri!"

"Please stop yelling at me!" Riri gave in, covering her ears and turning her back to the panther, who felt herself go still. She hadn't meant to unleash this part of herself. She felt embarrassment mix with her desperation, afraid she had only made things worse. Who was she to be trying to control the actions of a woman she only met a little over a year ago? Who she was just friends with, and barely that if you based it off what normal friendships looked like. They rarely even spoke for longer than a few minutes every couple days. Shuri felt herself starting crack, she felt like she would disintegrate if she stood there any longer. She had done enough damage. She and Wakanda and the Talokan had put Riri through enough. She felt bad. But she also knew who she was, herself. She was the most powerful person on the surface world and she was the Queen of the most powerful nation in the world. And she was in love, helplessly, with Riri Williams. She would not let her go again.

"I am sorry for coming here and making you upset." Shuri said blankly, masking any emotions she had just shattered into the room as best as she could to regain any self control she had left.

Riri turned around, tears still swelling in her eyes. She hiccuped and it made Shuri's heart pound.

"I-it's okay. I just don't like b-being yelled at. Can we just sit and talk?"

Shuri nodded, knowing Riri needed a minute. Riri turned to grab a blanket off her bed to wrap herself in as she took a seat on the floor infant of her bed. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before motioning to Shuri to sit next to her. Shuri stared at her for a moment too long, before kneeling down next to her. They sat in silence that wasn't comfortable for the first time. Shuri mirrored Riri, taking a few deep breaths. Riri felt herself relax, misreading the quiet sigh Shuri let out.

"Are we okay? I don't want us to fight. I just... need you to help me understand why you're so upset. It didn't seem like you even really cared about this. I know you've been busy with what you have going on so I just figured this... I.. wasn't really on your radar anymore."

Shuri stayed silent, fighting that feeling nudging her.

"Please say something." Riri pleaded quietly after a few too many more moments of silence. She couldn't stand it. Neither could Shuri. She needed to escape. Get out of the room, out of America. She needed to run and scream and break something. She needed to kill Namor. That was her only option, once again. She knew it would come. She knew the fate of her country would be in the air again. But she also knew that Riri's life was once again in question and there was only one answer Shuri would accept. She would deal with the aftermath the same way she had been. She would accept whatever came. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly but she also knew she couldn't live with herself if Riri wasn't alive tomorrow, and that was enough for her right now. If Riri wouldn't listen, then there was only one choice.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, Riri. It won't ever happen again."

Riri was startled at the sincerity in the Panther's voice. She was confused why that was what Shuri felt she had to focus on in the midst of whatever the hell was going on.

"It's okay, I promise. I'm not mad at you for yelling at me. I'm just confused..."

"It's not okay. This, whatever you're planning, whatever he's planning... none of this is okay." Shuri said, pinching between her eyes as she tried to swallow the same beast from just a few minutes ago.

"Shuri... it's not like before. It's not about him. It's not even just about what happened in Wakanda. You know I'm Iron Heart. You knew I was going to start doing these things at some point. Please just try to hear me..."

"I have always heard you, Riri."

Riri digested that sentence with a gulp. She replied after a moment.

"Then let me hear you, for once. Tell me why you're here. Tell me why you're reacting like this. Tell me who you are and what you're feeling. Let me in, Shuri." She said, reaching out to grab Shuri's hand again. The Panther's hand was hot, almost burning. She didn't pull away this time.

"I'm here because I lo-.. Because I won't let this happen." Shuri caught herself before she said something she couldn't explain. Riri looked into Shuri's eyes with a pleading, less sure look. Shuri couldn't hold it this time. She couldn't freeze. She couldn't tell Riri. She reminded herself what happens every time she loved someone. She reminded herself of what she was capable of and what needed to be done. Regardless if Riri ever shared her feelings or not, she would swear her life to protecting the woman until the day she met the ancestors. She would do whatever it took, every time, no matter what, she resigned to herself. She squeezed Riri's hand.

"What're you gonna do? Lock me in my room, Shuri? I don't get what's going on!" Riri pleaded.

"I would never. You are not a prisoner or someone I want to control. You are free to do as you please, just as I am. Please understand that much."

"What does that mean... Wait, please don't go!" Riri tugged back at Shuri's hand again as the Panther got up to leave. Shuri looked down at their hands touching, taking in every second that their skin touched. She brought their foreheads together and closed her eyes.

"I will protect you with every part of me. The cost will never be too much."

"Shuri, please don't do what I think you're about to do..." Riri pulled Shuri's hands into hers and brought them to the sides of their faces. They were so close they could feel each other's breath on their lips. Riri prayed in her head that Shuri would listen to her, knowing the strength and power the woman in front of her wielded. Shuri choked out a pained laugh before kissing Riri's forehead and pulling away, taking in the scent of Ghanian Shea Butter and the sweet scent Riri always had.

"Andizukuphulukana nawe. Ndiyakuthanda, Riri Williams."

Before Riri could open her eyes, the Black Panther was gone, the sound of a closing door shaking Riri to her core. She felt like she was in shock, having nothing to do but curl into a ball and pull the blanket around her body, covering her face as she let the rest of the tears fall silently. She laid there for what felt like an eternity until she heard a familiar voice call out to her.

"Miss Williams?" Riri jumped up, running around her room tracking down the voice. She picked up a purple and black kimoyo bead and held it up, suddenly seeing several others connect like magnets from across the other corners of the room.

"Griot?!" Riri both yelled and whispered.

"Hello, Miss Williams. Are you feeling alright?" Griot asked as the AI began taking a scan of her body to check her vitals.

"I've been better... what's going on? Why are you here? Not that it's not nice to... well you get what I mean!"

"It seems you have suffered a panic attack of sorts. Please get some water and take a seat before I proceed."

Riri rolled her eyes with a tired huff, giving in because she knew Griot wouldn't budge until she obliged. She grabbed a half empty bottle of water from her desk and sat back down near her bed, pulling the blanket up around her. She suddenly felt the absence of Shuri in her space and fought back the tears threatening to make way through her as she pulled the bracelet on, watching it activate.

"Feeling better, Miss Williams?"

"Just Riri is fine, and I guess. Can you explain what's going on now, please Griot?"

"Yes, Miss Riri." Griot replied as a hologram of Stark Tech floated in front of the scientist. She felt even more confused.

"Why are you showing me Stark Tech?"

"The panther has created and assigned your own AI for you, it's name is VIV. It is nearly identical to the JARVIS, or Vision, that Tony Stark had."

"What the fu-"

"The Panther also has an updated version of your vibranium Iron Heart suit on it's way to your lab location, or garage currently. She has given you access to me as well, with some restrictions. She has instructed me to inform you of this."

Riri sat in even more shock than she was in before. She was even more confused about Shuri's intentions now. More confused about her feelings, than anything. She replayed the words the panther had said to her before she left. Did she say love?

"Can you translate what Shuri said to me in Xhosa before she left, Griot?" Riri asked, hoping for some clarity. Griot calculated for a moment, before answering.

"It would seem I am not permitted to complete that task at this time, Miss Riri."

Riri felt a pang of frustration rise in her, as she let out a laugh.

"Of course not... Can you tell me where the panther is right now?"

Griot took a moment again before answering.

"The Queen is currently on her way back towards Wakanda, but it does not seem that she will be there for long. Would you like me to contact her for you?"

Riri sat for a moment, considering her options and her own feelings.

"No, that's alright Griot. We're going to my lab. Can you help me boot up VIV when we get there? We're going on a trip."

"As you wish, Miss Riri."

Riri stood up, grabbing a hoodie and sliding on some J's. Before she walked out the door, she slid on the kimoyo beads and asked a final question.

"Oh, one last thing Griot. Can you turn on privacy mode? I would like my location hidden from everyone, including the Panther. Can you do that?"

"It seems I can, but I would not advise that action Miss Riri. There are safety protocols in place that the Panther can activate for you remotely."

"That's fine, just turn it on. I have my own safety protocols."

"As you wish, Miss Riri."

"Thank you, Griot."

putting this here too:

chapter one (full chapter)

hehehe, lmk how y'all feel about this lil sneak peak!

hope y'all drinking water and getting y'all coochies ate (if that's what you want, but either way drink some water mf!) 💜🖤❤️🩶

(also, s/o to everyone in the taglist for continually being real asf, super trill and so kind and supportive of my writing and just me in general. mad love for y’all and i can’t wait to continue reading all the amazing things y’all write and create! y’all inspire me so much and that’s why i even have this page and why i even found the energy to write this short sneak peak after a crazy past few weeks and more to come. love you gays! 🥹🥰🤪🤣)

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Wenclair -Mine- Chapter 11

Y'all might hate me after this...

Warning⚠️: Mention of blood

Enid and Wednesday seemed to sit in silence for what felt like an eternity, neither girl wanting to be the first to start the soon to be awkward conversation.

Of course Wednesday ended up speaking first

"We have to talk about it Enid" she exasperated.

"About what?" She played dumb out of panic but Wednesday persisted

"You know exactly what I'm talking about" Wednesday narrowed her eyes at the girl trying to read her " I wasn't sure at first" she continued "Last night's events were a bit distorted for some time but after an amicable slumber and a great deal of time to think ..." She breathed in deeply, already slightly uncomfortable with the idea of having to talk about feelings with another person. "And remember what happened... what I heard... What you said..." Wednesday trailed off opening up a gap for Enid to chime in

"Uhhh yeah" Enid responded before falling silent again which was extremely unusual for the chatty girl. She had never felt this nervous before and the pit that grew inside her gut was overwhelming. So overwhelming that her voice had betrayed her and she acquired an inability to say more than one syllable words.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow and moved her face forward as if to urge the other girl to go on.

"I'm not sure what to say Wednesday" she shrugged attempting to lessen the reality of the situation.

"Say anything." She said annoyed.

"Anything" Enid smiled quietly to herself, happy that she could still have a sense of humour in this harrowing situation. She wasn't sure she was ready to be rejected by her one and only mate for life. The pain she would feel? She wasn't ready for that.

But she had to live with Wednesday. See her everyday. Watch her live her life. So why not just pull the bandaid off? Why drag out the inevitable? She battled with herself internally while her roommate comtinued

"Enid" Wednesday scolded, as she usually does.

"I'm not sorry. That was a good one" the blonde said matter of factly with her head held high.

"Yes." Wednesday agreed sarcastically " Ha.Ha." she added brutally.

"Ouch" Enid mimicked being stabbed in the heart and fell back on the bed dramatically. She closed her eyes and a part of her wanted to sink into the sheets letting them swallow her whole so she didn't have to deal with what was about to happen.

Wednesday continued to watch the dramatic outburst with a blank stare but couldn't help hearing that little voice in her head that echoed from the back 'She's so cute'.

She made the decision to lean across Enid placing her right hand on the bed beside her at hip level and looked down at the girl.

Enid flinched internally, as if anticipating some kind of punishment for what she was feeling and what she had done. But when Enid didn't open her eyes and Wednesday remained in place as evident from all of the wolf's senses being driven into overdrive, she was confused.

She finally opened her eyes to find exactly what she knew was there. Wednesday. Just staring at her. Examining her as if she were a subject she was about to study in science class. Without saying a word Wednesday raised her left hand towards Enid's face slowly getting closer.

Enid was speechless just staring up at Wednesday with big blue glazed eyes. Her breathing quickened at the thought of feeling the touch of her mate. As Wednesday's hand moved agonisingly slow towards her, Enid became practically paralysed as he face began to redden. Then her breath hitched in her throat noticibly and she held it there furiously trying to calm her thoughts while fighting the feeling of shame. Before touching her Wednesday pulled back slightly and Enid's breath was released, her face softening as Wednesday studied her once again.

Test one complete she thought to herself.

She pushed forward again this time getting a mere inch from Enids face and watching the girl's reaction. Enid stayed quiet unable to form a noise let alone the question of 'Wednesday what the hell are you doing?" Then Wednesday pulled back again and tilted her head. Hmmm Test 2 inconclusive.

This wasn't fear. This wasn't the reaction she would normally receive from someone she was about to lay hands on. She had suspected slightly that her initial evaluation of Enid's symptoms may be induced by Wednesday's stand offish behaviour and tendency to torture and/or harm others. But now with Enid for some reason destabilised she was able to investigate further and what she found was undeniable.

Wednesday pushed through her own comfort zone and continued to stare into Enid's soul as she inched closer to her face. Her fingertips tickled Enid's cheek as the pigtailed girl brushed them lightly across her face before fully committing and caressing the werewolf's cheek firmly.

The shock that shot through Enid's body was enough to shock her back to life and she breathed in after what had felt like an eternity. She couldn't help but close her eyes and nuzzle into Wednesday's hand which caused the girl to tilt her head quizzically to the side once again.

Enid settled, she was back on earth and she was calm. As if letting in everything she was forcing out was finally freeing her but she still had no idea what Wednesday's intentions were. And Enid knew she needed to explain but she still couldn't bring herself to do it

"Wednesday please" she opened her eyes a light tear escaping as she did.

"Enid... Tell me" Wednesday urged her to open up dissimilar to her usual attempts at shutting the girl up.

"Please" she pleaded in a whisper. She wasn't ready to lose Wednesday. She needed her in her life. Maybe not as her wolf desired but at least as a friend. She couldn't lose that and she continued to plead with her eyes, desperately appealing to Wednesday's soft side for her.

Wednesday blinked a couple of times taken aback by the pure pain she felt radiating from the blonde girl's lips. She cared. She really did. She was concerned for her werewolf roommate. But it takes more than that to trample the sinister girl's curiosity and although she felt bad she said it anyway

"I'm sorry Enid" she apologised and removed her hand from Enid's cheek "But I am unable to let this go as you so willingly are" Wednesday turned away from the girl distancing herself from the indescribable pain she felt watching Enid feel so genuinely helpless and upset.

"Why are you reacting like this to me?" Wednesday asked still not looking at Enid.

Enid sat up and sniffled slightly using the sleeve of her jumper to wipe the salty water from her face. But she ignored Wednesday and stood up shaking her head.

"I'm sorry I can't" was all she said, standing up to walk away from Wednesday.

"Don't walk away from me!" Wednesday was frustrated now aswell. The once calm and intricately curious girl was not happy with getting no verbal answers from Enid. Only being able to study her reaction to physical touch irritated her. She needed more information. She needed to know what was going on inside Enid's head. She needed answers. So she grabbed the other girls hand, standing herself and pulling her harshly towards her.

Enid took a second to register the actions and her mouth and nose twitched frustratingly

"WHY DID YOU DO IT WEDNESDAY?!" She screamed unintentionally the outburst of emotion causing her wolf ears, fangs and claws to form. As if she chose to make Enid fall in love with her. "GOD! WHAT ARE YOU HOPING TO HEAR!" Enid didn't mean to yell. Everything she had wanted to say while Wednesday was on top of her, caressing her face just exploded out of her like an unintentionally lit firework ...and it was aimed right at Wednesday.

Enid practically growled as she pulled her hand from Wednesday's and watched as Wednesday's face darkened. She lifted her hand to reveal a red liquid trickling down the palm of her hand to her wrists. She twisted her head to watch and Enid's mouth flung open terrified of what she had just done.

She hurt her. She isn't supposed to hurt her. She's supposed to protect her not hurt her. As she stared at Wednesday's hand she felt the crushing weight of guilt confine her.

It was too much.

It broke Enid.

Wednesday wasn't mad at Enid just shocked. She had no idea whatever this was, was so serious to Enid and worst of all she actually felt terrible for inducing such a reaction. Usually an uncontrollable fit of tears would cause Wednesday to tell someone to " Stop being so weak" but the suffocating guilt she felt when seeing Enid in this state, dissimilar to her normal feelings, made her ache.

She watched as the half wolf fell to the ground beneath her shaking her head violently, still crying.

"I didn't ..." She muttered " I'm sorry" she continued " I can't.. I don't.. the claws.. I couldn't control but you.. you didn't stop not my fault but I did it I hurt you I'm sorry I'm so-"

" Enid Enid hey hey" She immediately followed in the girls footsteps and lowered herself to eye level " It's fine it's nothing stop. Stop. " She ordered lightly "Stop crying" she understood. She knew. She didn't expect to be this empathetic towards her friend's breakdown but it slowly dawned on her what it all could have meant.

It's not natural to have this reaction to someone unless you're scared of them or you care for them deeply. Wednesday was about to find out which one it was. She wasn't stupid. She understood. She knew. She was ready to hear it but she needed Enid to be the first to say it. She couldn't because if she was wrong it would open her up to an endless supply of uneasiness. She didn't misread anything. She was a detective. She uncovered mysteries and clues and she looked at facts.

The facts.

Wednesday calmed Enid down holding her like she had done all throughout the night. Enid De-wolfed and stopped crying after a few minutes.

"Let me see your hand" was the first thing she said.

"Enid. I need you to answer me." Wednesday was desperate and now that she knew she could relax and calm the girl's nerves she pressed on once again.

"Wednesday I need to fix your hand" she spoke reaching for her hand whilst still clinging to Wednesday for comfort.

"And I need to fix you" she remarked "So please. Without any emotional outburst or ... Clawing" she hesitated "Tell me what's going on?" She asked for the last time

"And I will not ask nicely again I can guarantee it" she advised apologetically.

AN: Listen yeah... I'm aware that these chapters are just filled with almost and maybe and are they gonna and will they... But I just can't stop.

Like clearly I'm going for an agonisingly SLOW burn here and I swear I don't mean to drag it out this much but I actually can't stop it's a problem. I just love writing stuff like this I don't know what that says about me or whether it's what you as the readers want? So apologies

Regardless I hope you're enjoying the story ... Haha 😋

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Worst Impressions

Pairing: Kun x Fem Reader

Genre: a little angst, a little fluff, implied smut

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, suggestive, Kun is annoying but means well.

Summary: You'd been wanting to get to know Kun since your brief encounter at Ten's gallery showing, but you soon regretted ever crushing on him when he starts to work your last nerve during what should have been an easy beginners pottery session.

Y'all know the drill, if you see mistakes... no you don't 🤎

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You were 2 seconds away from kicking the entire group out of your studio.

When this evening's party rolled into your studio for their private pottery class you were pleased to find it was a group of men, ridiculously good looking men that you'd come to know in passing thanks to your neighbor Ten, but as the night went on you began to regret opening up your studio for private parties. It wasn't the whole group, really, just one person in particular, Mr. Perfect. You'd come to learn his actual name was Kun, Qian Kun.

The group had only been there for an hour, and right out the gate it was easy to see who in the group was the know it all. He was so hell-bent on being your teacher's aid, constantly adding on to the instruction you were giving, and smiling at you as if waiting for confirmation or praise for being knowledgeable on the subject. If it wasn't for the fact that you’d actually gotten pretty close to Ten you'd have asked Kun to leave the session for disruption, but the look of silent begging from Ten kept you quiet.

Another hour passed with you silently screaming everytime Kun over-explained your previous topic of discussion. Finally able to leave them to work on their projects alone, you took the opportunity to step away from the studio for a quick break.

When you'd first met Kun weeks ago at one of Ten's gallery showings you didn't get this annoying, know-it-all vibe from him. In fact you'd kind of been interested in getting to know him better, really interested actually. He seemed charming, and his smile could put anyone on their knees, but after today you had no doubt in your mind why someone so handsome was single. Who would want to have someone constantly stepping on their toes? Just as you let a sigh leave your lips you heard a familiar voice greet you.

You turned to see a smirking Ten.

"Hey"

"I know you can do better than that." You spat. Rolling your eyes, causing Ten to laugh.

"Wow! You're really laughing right now."

"I'm sorry, it's just you're so cute when you're annoyed."

"Well I'm about to get even cuter if you don't shut up."

"so fiesty!"

"TEEEEEN!" You whined. "Why didn't you tell me your gorgeous friend was a pain in the ass?! Like you seriously let me ask if he was single, his interests and didn't once mention that being a top tier annoyance was #1 on his eligibility resume!"

By this time Ten couldn't fein seriousness any longer (not that he was doing a good job of it in the first place) and sent a chorus of laughter through the halls.

"I'm so sorry! Really, I am. I didn't tell you because he's not usually like this. I really can't explain his behavior today, even Hendery said he was acting a little odd and that's a big deal coming from him of all people. Maybe he's stressed and this is a response to it? I really don't know, but while you finish trying to quell your blinding fury I'll talk to him."

Letting out an exasperated sigh you thanked him.

Upon reaching the doorway of your studio, Ten's eyes immediately fell to Kun who was in the middle of giving advice, again. Calling out his name to get his attention, Ten waved the man in question over to the door and ushered him to a spot a few feet away from the outside of the entrance.

"Is everything ok?" Kun questioned.

"Well, not really. Why are you acting so strange today?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know how you always say you hate when someone talks over you or attempts to break down what you've said or ..." Before Ten could continue Kun interrupted.

"I'm that guy today huh?"

"Yes! And I'd appreciate it if you didn't make my newest friend feel like she wants to throw you off a cliff for the rest of the class."

"Well, I really messed this up."

His extremely defeated face prompted Ten to pry a bit as to why he was being so annoying.

"What do you mean? I'm sure in time she'll forget this day and you can eventually be friends." Ten watched carefully as his friend's shoulders slumped.

"Ah! I see! So, you like her and this is... what? A poorly thought out attempt to impress her? That explains your pottery knowledge that we had no idea you had."

At that moment, a thought crossed Ten's mind, and he giggled, causing his somewhat defeated friend to glare at him.

"I'm sorry, but just thinking about you studying up on pottery is killing me."

Ten reached out to stop his friend that was now storming away, but just missed grabbing his shoulder as he turned from him.

"Where are you going?! The class isn't over!"

"To the restroom!" He shouted back.

You headed back to your studio assuming they'd be far enough along that you’d be able to offer suggestions for improvement or answer any questions, if Kun hadn't already done that. Just as you rounded the corner to the studio you caught a glimpse of a pretty somber looking Know-it-all walking back into the studio.

The next hour was much better as far as instructing everyone with no interruption, but you couldn't help the slight feeling of guilt when you noticed how withdrawn Kun had become. You only wanted him to respect you and not take over your class but seeing his zoned out expression led you to believe maybe Ten was right and he hadn't meant to steal your thunder.

As you gave a few pointers to YangYang you noticed how good Kun's piece actually was.

"Wow! This is beautiful." You complimented, not realizing you were about to rest your hand on the sharp end of one of the sculpting tools. Just as Kun looked up to you, you let out a yelp at the pain of the tool, puncturing your palm. It didn't even take a second for Kun to realize what happened and immediately he reached for his satchel and grabbed your hand to lead you to the restroom down the hall. He didn't say anything when you entered the restroom, he simply got to work. Picking you up, and sitting you on the sink, he rinsed the palm of your hand, gently dabbed it dry and pulled out a first aid kit from his bag. You were very grateful that he, for some reason, carried around a first aid kit, but gratitude couldn't stop the giggle that escaped you because of that fact. He was clearly too focused on tending to your wound to notice it or the way you scanned his handsome features. If he was oblivious or just avoiding looking at you because of the talk Ten had with him you didn't know, but he couldn't ignore you any longer when he finished. He slowly looked up at you and gave you a tight lipped smile. You had even realized what you had done when you caressed his cheek until he grabbed your wrist, startling you, and kissed your freshly bandaged palm while apologizing for being such a pretentious jackass. Dropping his head in what you presumed was embarrassment, he further explained that he was only trying to impress you with his knowledge of pottery.

"It's not like I even studied pottery or sculpture, I just researched enough so that I could impress you."

You were flattered, never had anyone ever studied up on your field just to try to woo you.

"Well you failed miserably, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered that you wanted to impress me, even though you didn't need to." You said as you hooked your leg around the back of his knee causing him to stumble into you a bit.

" What made you think you needed to impress me?" You whispered, not needing to speak much louder as he was only inches away from your face.

"The gallery." He whispered as he moved a little closer.

"What about the gallery?" Now it was your turn to inch a little closer.

"I was impressed listening to you discuss all the paintings in depth with Ten, and I quickly noticed I wasn't the admirer you had." He tried to inch closer again but you placed a hand on his chest to keep him in place, signaling that you needed him to elaborate further.

"I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't want to look like an idiot in front of your circle."

"I see, so you opted to look like an idiot in front of your circle instead." You moved closer this time. "My circle was definitely not in attendance that night, and based on

the things I learned about you from Ten, you shouldn't ever worry about needing to impress anyone."

"You asked about me?"

"less talking." You groaned, causing him to flash that gorgeous smile before moving in to kiss you.

His lips were even softer than you'd imagined when you first laid eyes on him, and the way he kept his body pressed against yours was dizzying. He was gentle, never taking more than he knew you were willing to give. He let you lead, happy to know you were just as into him as he was you, happy just to be the one you wanted.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he quickly pulled you closer. Grunting at the feeling of you subtly grinding against him. You pulled away to lean back and enjoy the sight of him, hair disheveled from your fingers raking through it, eyes heavy with lust and adoration and a very noticeable bulge in his pants. Well, that was the plan, but instead you ended up wincing at the pain when you had foolishly forgotten how you ended up in the bathroom in the first place.

Kun was quick to pull you forward again, holding you flush against his chest, kissing your palm and making sure you were ok.

"How does it feel?" He asked softly.

"So good" you said as you pulled his hips into you more, still able to feel how turned on he was.

Kun bit his bottom lip as he watched you squirm in an attempt to feel more friction.

The thought of feeling you wrapped around him was driving him crazy, but he wanted to make sure you wanted it just as much as he did so he took his time. Slowly, he undid the button on your pants, pausing to give you a chance to change your mind if you wanted before removing them. You smiled at how much of a gentleman he was being even though you were about to let him fuck you in a public bathroom, at least that's what you were both hoping for but a sudden jiggling of the door knob accompanied with a "shit!" followed by quickly retreating footsteps startled you both but left the two of you giggling.

"Maybe we should find a more suitable place for this." You laughed.

Kun agreed as he fumbled to redo the button of your pants.

"They're probably wondering where we are by now." He stated while helping you down from the sink, sighing as he thought about the looks and suggestive jokes they were 100% going to make when you weren't looking, but when you took his hand to lead him back to the studio he decided he didn't care.

As you stepped confidently back into the studio you paid no mind to the smug look on Ten's face, and began to look over everyone's pieces. Kun on the other hand was doing a horrible job of being unbothered by prying eyes, blushing immediately the second someone pointed out his disheveled hair.

Ending the class went well, you explained how you'd fire them in the kiln and in a week or so they could come back to paint them.

Never missing an opportunity to be nosey, Ten made his way over to you as everyone else placed their pieces on the rack in the corner of the room.

"My new neighbor fucking my best friend in a bathroom while we made clay pots was not on my bingo card." He whispered.

"I didn't. We kissed and it got a little heated." You explained, recounting the poor guy that probably shit himself running to another restroom while the two of you attempted to straighten up.

"Well, you should probably think about picking up where you left off. It's been a while since he's gotten any, he might explode if you don't finish."

You laughed and turned to face Ten, motioning him to come closer to hear you.

"Oh I have every intention of finishing, on that table, that chair, and the loveseat against the wall." You whispered as you pointed to each location.

"Eww, please disinfect everything before we come back." He laughed as he walked away to put his piece on the rack with the others.

Your eyes traveled to Kun after saying your goodbyes to everyone as they began to pack up to leave the studio. You were pleased to see he hadn't made any attempt to move from his seat.

"Not coming to eat with us?" Hendery questioned before moving toward the exit.

"Not this time, I'm going to have a meal with her." He nodded toward you.

"You could both come."

"They're trying to" Ten laughed as he grabbed him by the wrist, and pulled him out the studio, closing the door behind him.

I love him SM, but I deadass feel like if he likes you he might try too hard, when he really ain't gotta do much except exist.

#nct fic #nct kun #nct fanfic #nct smut #wayv kun #kun smut #kun fanfic #kpop fic #kpop smut

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loveyourlovelysoul · 2 years

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Students, please, take breaks. But y'all please, take care of yourself.

To all the students, in particular: I hope you can find a good balance between studies and your health (remember your health should always come first).

I used to be a people-pleaser, I loved to study to make my parents and teachers proud. But actually you have to study for yourself and only yourself. You learn because you like knowledge and it is gonna help you in life (not just because of the rush of adrenaline you get after winning a fake "greades-competition" with your peers -I know I'm bad, I've always been competitive in whatever I got into lol). Ofc knowledge can happen outside school too, on your terms. We keep learning all of our life. But we have to do it especially in school, and sadly we cannot really choose many subjects there.

Anyway, to those who are studying a lot to pass the latest exams: please take care of yourself first. Do what you feel is good: take breaks, drink water, eat well, sleep properly. You can do that: it's a good compromise. Studying too much altogether is just gonna tire you to the point your mind won't remember everything properly, when you need it to. Give it a break. Give yourself a break. Overstudying in a few days, is never a solution. (Unless for a few people I met, God bless you - despite they forgot half of the stuff a few minutes after the test and had to re-study again everything for the second one).

Remember that, at the end of the day, grades are just momentary... all the top grades I got, they mean nothing right now in my life, cause there are more important things to take care of, and my life took a complete turn (they're a good memory though, I admit it lol).

For the top grades students: I understand that you have always been the best and it would be "surprising", to say the least, if you got a lower grade once, but you come before anything and those who love you will understand that you made the right choice by choosing yourself and your mental health over your studies. I started doing that during University, balancing better all I had to do and my own mental and physical health, and I'm not sorry to have seen my grades lower down. Not even one bit. I really couldn't afford studying and travelling and all in betweens: I was going bonkers. I hope everyone who is experiencing this, will find a way to be more at peace.

#words #grades #school #students #student life #positive thinking #positivity #self love #healing #love yourself #love #positive blog #positivemindset #focus on the positive #positivelypresent #rest #health #mental health

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saintqueer · 3 years

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harry and flo in the dwd teaser

#can't believe i found this gif and posted it last night only to come out of yoga to this fucking teaser #sorry for subjecting y'all to it once again BUT i couldn't not #block me i dare you #dwd #don't worry darling #harry styles #florence pugh

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heffrondriving · 2 years

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accidentally opened up the comments section of btr's insta post with d*xie captioned "who wants a collab?" AND LITERALLY ALL OF THEM WERE SLAMMING DOWN THE HARDEST NO AHAHAHA YES LOVE THAT ENERGY

#i don't usually vibe with insta but this is It!!! my brothers in christ we're all in spirit 🙏#bc come the hell on y'all you're BIG TIME FUCKING RUSH. YOU CAN COLLAB WITH ALMOST ANY OTHER ACTUAL TALENTED ARTIST OUT THERE U DON'T HAVE #TO SUBJECT ANYONE TO THIS. HECK EVERYONE'S ASKING FOR A KATELYN TARVER COLLAB AND I COULDN'T AGREE MORE!!! PLEASE I'D ACTUALLY DIE FOR THAT #ALSO NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT OOF COULD YOU IMAGINE IF KATELYN DID SHOWS WITH BTR INSTEAD??? MAN I'D SWIM ACROSS THE PACIFIC TO WATCH THAT #KATELYN HAS AMAZING SONGS AND DESERVES SO MUCH MORE LOVE BUT SHHSHSH MY SıMPıE COLOURS ARE SHOWING AGAIN SOZZZZ #AGAIN RESPECT THE HUSTLE AND NOTHING PERSONAL AGAINST T//IKTOK GIRL BUT JUST. THE MOST DEVOTED OG FANS ARE PROB TOO OLD FOR THAT SHIT???#WE'RE TIRED ALWAYS AND JUST WANT COOL SONGS FROM THE GREATEST MANBAND EVER AND BTR HAS NEVER LET US DOWN ON THAT FRONT TY <3 #my grampa ass self has said this once and i will say it again but DOWN WITH T//KTOK AND ALL OF THE ABOMINABLE CREATIONS IT HATH UNLEASHED!!#n e way. my faith in humanity was restored a bit. hopefully the boys will listen to our pleas on this one :')#btr #big time rush #will delete #if anyone actually likes d*xie dam*lio here then damn idk man sorry but this isn't rlly the blog for you #t//ktok girl's just so. shrug. saying she has the personality of a stale biscuit would be highly offensive to the biscuit #and i've heard her music (via commentary yters tho never of my own volition) and it's just. an affront to eardrums worldwide #actually idek if that was her sister or whatever i can't tell the two apart ugh i hate that i even have to be aware of their existence ew #blech blech blech not it zero stars btr pls just hang out with artists of your calibre like the j0nas bros or smth idk that'd be lit #okay don't mean to spread neg vibes we're all chill here ✌

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messedupfan · 2 years

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Should've Told You (Amber short)

Summary: Anon request to see more of Amber and R's relationship from Should've Told You and Leigh's jealous ways.

A/N: I love this request! Once I started writing I couldn't stop. Hope y'all enjoy it!

Masterlist | Should've Told You

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“Amber,” she says in a sweet voice that is music to your ears and holds her hand out with a bright grin that has an effect on your heart. You had just introduced yourself and were taken by her dark eyes. Normally, you weren’t much of a fan of dark brown eyes, you preferred a certain set of unavailable hazel green eyes. However, you felt yourself falling for the dark color of Amber’s eyes. “So, how do you know Jeff?” She asks conversationally.

“I’m sorry, Jeff?” You shake your head to clear it from the trance her eyes had put you in.

“The owner,” she clarifies for you, a light blush burning her cheeks.

“Oh right! Jeff, the reason we’re here tonight,” you take a sip from your glass. “I met him at some event a while back. I don’t actually know him personally but he invited me to this and I just wrapped up a project and figured it’d be nice to get out. I don’t do it much. Most of my friends are old married people, even though none of them are actually married and they’re all in their mid twenties.” You smile when she laughs at your small joke. “How do you know Jeff?”

“Oh, I helped him acquire this place. I’m in commercial real estate. I know, not nearly as impressive as being in the movie business but… I love my job.”

“Hey, no one is claiming that isn’t impressive. That is a very impressive job title. At the beginning of your career I’m sure people didn’t roll their eyes and tell you it’s a one in a million chance you’ll make anything out of it.”

“No, actually my parents weren’t that supportive of my career path,” she corrects.

“Oh? And what is it that they do that’s so much better?”

“They’re surgeons,” she says plainly.

“Damn, really? I’m sorry but, that’s a tough one to beat,” you say as you look around the bar to think of something to say. “Well, hey, maybe they’re just jealous because you get to sleep more, come to fun events like this, and still make a decent living,” you offer even though that was highly unlikely. Amber doesn’t tell you that, instead she shrugs it off and changes the subject. The conversation seems to flow easily and before either of you know it, the bar is almost completely empty.

Amber checks her watch and her eyes widen at the time, “Oh wow! I hadn’t even realized that it was getting so late! Usually, I start uncontrollably yawning half past twelve. It’s almost three in the morning!” You quickly pull out your phone to check the time for yourself because there was no way you spent nearly five hours talking to this girl. Sure enough, in big numbers it read that it was two forty-five in the morning.

You look up from the device after unlocking it and setting up a new contact, “Do you mind if I ask for your number? It’s just not often that I lose track of time with someone and I would very much like to have that happen again.” Amber blushes as she takes your phone and adds her information to it. “Thank you, I hope to see you again soon,” you stand from the bar stool to leave.

“I would love that,” Amber boldly wraps her arms around you in a departing hug and you happily return the embrace. “See you soon, superstar,” you feel sheepish from the nickname as you walk away but walk to the waiting car with a little extra pep in your step.

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“So Y/n, who is that girl the paparazzi keeps catching you with?” Matt asks while throwing his arm over Leigh’s shoulders as he joins her on the sofa. You were sitting in a chair that was facing them and had to hide your jealous clench of a jaw by taking a sip of beer. Leigh seems to stiffen at the mention of the photos and Matt asks if she’s okay. She expertly avoids his gaze as she tells him that she’s fine.

“That’s Amber, we’re kind of dating,” you say slowly to let the group of people you were hanging out with digest the information.

“Oh my! Like dating dating or your version of dating?” Drew excitedly asks.

You try to fight a smile as you say, “She uh, well, she’s kind of my girlfriend.” This causes everyone to get stirred up. It had been a long time since you gave anyone that official status with you.

“When do we get to meet her? We have to meet this woman!” Drew says. “Right Leigh?” He looks over to his friend that seems more interested in the label of her bottle than she does in the conversation.

“I’m sorry what?” She looks up to the expectant faces.

“We were just saying to Gumdrop over there that we have to meet their new girlfriend!”

“Hey! ~ Woah!” You and Leigh simultaneously say as Matt uses her nickname for you.

He looks at the two of you like you’re crazy as the both of you give him the same look. “You can’t just use the nickname without permission, dude. It’s not cool,” you explain. Matt rolls his eyes as Leigh agrees.

Drew turns to him with an apologetic look and softly tells him, “They’re weird about it. I once called Leigh, ‘Lollipop’ and it did not end well. I thought you would’ve been warned by now.”

“I’m a bit surprised too,” Matt mutters as he looks at you and Leigh weirdly. He decides not to mention that Leigh sometimes asks him to call her Lollipop in bed. Leigh was holding her breath seeing if he would, she was afraid that someone would ask her why and she wouldn’t know what to say. He blinks his eyes and returns to the subject. “Anyway, Leigh, what do you say we host a little dinner party so we can all meet Amber?”

“Oh that would be so much fun!” Frankie chims in. “Leigh, you have to agree! Please!”

Leigh looks around at all of the expectant faces, choosing to look at yours last. With her eyes she asks you if that was something you wanted and you shrugged, you weren’t sure if it was the best idea. With a gulp she makes her decision. “Okay, I suppose we could do that. Y/n has to help cook though,” she bargains.

You shrug, “Sure, not a problem. Just try not to burn the place down when I have to go pick her up. Okay, Lollipop?”

She opens her mouth, offended by the remark. “I will have you know that I am great in the kitchen! Tell them, Matt!”

“Oh yeah, Leigh is the most amazing chef!” He says but shakes his head the entire time making everyone laugh and Leigh swat his chest. Then the two look at each other and smile, she whispers something to him and he whispers something back. The moment between them quickly became intimate and you excused yourself to grab a fresh beer. Once you’re alone in the small dark kitchen area you finish the rest of the beer in your hand before you open a new one and try to shake off the jealousy. It made no sense to be jealous of them anymore. You have Amber now. Besides, you only had yourself to blame for not telling her the way you truly felt about her years ago when the both of you were available.

Just as you’ve calmed yourself down and opened your eyes, Leigh walks in and walks right past you in a manner that lets you know that she is upset with you. “Okay, what did I do now?” You sigh and lean against the counter. She shakes her head and tells you that you didn’t do anything. “Well clearly I did something. Come on, Leigh. Just be upfront about it,” you say impatiently.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were seeing someone?” She keeps her back facing you so that you can’t read her expression and you can’t help but feel guilty. Then you feel a little annoyed that she’s upset with you for dating. What were you supposed to do? Stay single forever?

“Because I didn’t think you’d care. Besides, you’re so happy with Matt, I hardly see you anymore anyway. When is there time for me to tell you this kind of stuff?” You keep your voice low so that it doesn’t draw anyone’s attention.

“Oh, so because I’m in a committed relationship, I don’t care whether or not my best friend is setting themselves up to get their heart broken?”

“What?” You say, completely thrown off. “You don’t even know Amber. How could you make a judgment call like that?”

Leigh turns around to face you with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl and deep frown being revealed by the moonlight illuminating through the window. “I might not know her but I’ve seen the pictures. I’m telling you, she’s only after your fame,” she shrugs. You scoff at the comment, deeply offended by the accusation.

“I’m sorry, are you saying that the only reason I could get a girl that looks like Amber is because I’m famous?”

“What? No! I’m just saying that you’re not the best judge of character and in every paparazzi shot I’ve seen of her she is waving and smiling at the camera!” She says a little louder and you tell her to lower her voice. Thankfully, she does. “It’s just a little suspicious. That’s all I’m saying.”

“How good did you look at those pictures?” You ask. “Because if you looked at the whole picture you would see me doing the same damn thing! I told her to smile and wave, she wanted to flip those guys off and tell them to leave us alone! She doesn’t care about that kind of stuff!” You shout in a whisper as you defend your girlfriend to your best friend. You close your eyes to relax again. “Just please, give her a chance before you write her off completely. I know that you’re just trying to look out for me and I love you for that but… She’s amazing and I think you’ll get along with her.”

Leigh crosses over to you and takes your hand to give it a light squeeze as she promises to give Amber a chance. You open your eyes and meet hers. She is in a close proximity. You write it off as an accident, the space was low in light afterall, not knowing that it was intentional. Leigh doesn’t move and because you’re on your fourth bottle you imagine kissing her. Just as your mind goes there you step away and stumble back out to rejoin the group. Leigh stays behind in the kitchen as she collects herself and shakes off the disappointment she has. She doesn’t let herself think too hard about why she is disappointed. Just acknowledges that she is. It’s not too long after you’ve disappeared from her that Matt walks into the kitchen. He flips the light switch on confused as to why it was off and gives her a sweet peck on the lips. Leigh smiles and shrugs in reply but kisses him again as she reminds herself that this is the only person she should want to kiss.

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“Wow, I just met Amber and she is so amazing!” Jules says as she joins a conversation with her sister. “Does anyone know where Y/n found her? I want to find me a woman like that!” She slurs in her speech and Leigh tries to cut her sister off but Jules grips her drink and moves to the other side of the table.

“I think they met at some bar,” Drew answers as he looks a little concerned at Jules. Not enough for her to notice, of course, but everyone was starting to give her that look these days. She ignored it all the same, she didn’t have a problem and she wished that everyone would stop thinking she did.

Leigh rolls her eyes at the answer as she mutters the word typical into the rim of her cocktail glass. Drew, Ryan, and Jules give her a questioning look and she takes a short breath. “All I’m saying is how do we even know that we can trust this girl?” She says in a bitter whisper.

Drew tilts his head to the side, “Leigh, honey, have you met her yet?”

“Uh, you saw us get introduced in the beginning,” Leigh retorts.

“That’s not really meeting her. Believe me, she’s totally harmless and totally in love with Y/n,” Drew reasons. Leigh excuses herself to freshen her drink and Drew shakes his head. Ryan massages his boyfriend's shoulders and tells him that Leigh was just being jealous, that she will get over it soon. “Jealous? Why would she be jealous?” He asks, confused.

Ryan laughs as if it was obvious, “What? You’re not serious right? You’ve been friends with those two since you were in high school.” Drew gives him a shrug and look that lets him know that he has no idea what he is talking about. “You get what I mean right?” he directs his question to the very drunk Jules.

“Leave me out of this,” she says as she occupies her mouth with the alcoholic beverage.

Drew’s eyes widen at his boyfriend's implication towards two of his closest friends. “I don’t know what you’re getting at but you’re just wrong. Besides, Leigh loves Matt and Y/n is clearly falling for Amber. There’s no way,” he cuts himself off when he notices your longing gaze towards Leigh. Then how you look away when she catches you and how her gaze longs for you. “Oh shit. Did you know about this?” He scolds Jules.

“I know nothing,” she looks at her empty glass and takes that as a way out of the conversation.

Drew throws his face into his hands as many things from the past come together in his mind, “I feel like you just threw a live grenade into my childhood,” he complains to his boyfriend.

“I thought you knew. It was pretty obvious,” Ryan says unapologetically.

Then all of the chatter suddenly dies out and they look over to see what was happening. Leigh was agreeing to marry Matt. The two guys were happy for their friends, but Drew couldn’t help but notice the way Leigh’s eyes didn’t match the grin on her face. Then he watched you excuse yourself for some air.

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You land on top of Amber as the two of you kiss on her bed. As images of someone else enter your mind you open your eyes to remind yourself of who you’re with. That’s when you notice something behind her and stop. She doesn’t seem to notice that you’re distracted and moves her kisses down your throat. “Hold on,” you say and touch the fabric on the pillow she was laying on. She doesn’t stop so you warn her again and this time she asks you what’s wrong. “Is this the shirt I asked you for? Did you steal my shirt so you can use it as a pillow case?” You laugh as she tries to deny it and pull the pillow out from under her.

“Okay! I confess! I didn’t want to give it back until I could steal a new one,” Amber admits as she takes the pillow from you. “This one doesn’t smell like you anymore,” she pouts sweetly and your heart swells.

“This has to be the most adorable thing any girl has ever done,” you smile and for the first time a string of words come to mind and you don’t want to fight them. There’s a part of you that wants to wait a little longer before telling her but you’ve been listening to that part of yourself for far too long and this time you don’t want to. “I love you,” you tell Amber with a wide grin.

Her breath hitches and her eyes begin to fill up with tears. Afraid that you did something wrong, you get off of her as you apologize for telling her too soon. She sits up to stop you from saying anything else; assuring you that you don’t have to be sorry. “Then what’s wrong?” You ask softly as you tenderly wipe the tear that was rolling down her cheek.

“Nothing, it’s just… That is the first time anyone has ever said that to me and… I can’t believe how in love with you I am,” she holds your face in her hands and resumes where the two of you left off. The next morning you find a big permanent marker in her things, write the words I love you and last night's date on the back of the light blue button down shirt and replace the shirt on her pillow.

Just as you thought your handy work was impressive you realized that the smell of the marker was stronger than your scent and began to remove the shirt from the pillow. Unfortunately, Amber woke up. “What are you doing?” She asks through a heavy yawn while rubbing her eyes.

“Ugh, I was trying to do something romantic but… Here, I’ll make sure to wear it at home and bring it back to you,” you hold out the covered pillow to show her your failed attempt.

Amber tentatively reaches for the cushion and the tears return to her eyes, “Damnit, you are so much better at this kind of stuff than I am.” She removes it from the pillow and folds it before handing it off to you. “I want that one back tomorrow.”

“Okay, you have my word. It will only smell like me when I return this to you tomorrow. I love you,” you pull her into a lingering kiss that gets broken because of the goofy grins that neither of you can tame.

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You shake your head, annoyed with your older brother. “Can you drop it? Leigh is getting married to Matt. They’re my friends, I’m happy for them. Now are you going to help me pick out a ring for Amber or not?”

He looks at you thoughtfully before answering, “Not, because you’re making a mistake letting Matt marry Leigh.” You couldn’t believe that he only now started putting his foot down about this. Right when you’re finally happy and moving on with someone that isn’t toxic or bad for you or your unavailable best friend. Not to mention that you still haven’t told him the truth so where he was getting this idea that Leigh was the person for you is a mystery.

“Oh? And how would you know that? Are you close with either of them? Can you read their minds?” You mock as you wave your fingers around your head.

He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at you. “As a matter of fact, yes, I would consider Leigh to be my friend.”

“Oh, okay,” you continue with your attitude.

“Cut the shit, Y/n. I’m trying to help you out here.” He steps in front of you to stop you from entering the jewelry store. “We would talk, she was over at the house all of the time and sometimes we would talk. We even hangout every now and then. I think she’s in love with you,” he says. You weren’t a stranger to this relationship. Sometimes you’d wake up in the middle of the night to Leigh walking back into the room with a half empty glass of water. You would ask where she went and she would tell you she was thirsty and that she had a nice chat with your older brother. She always made sure to emphasize which brother she enjoyed talking to because she loved tormenting your little brother so much more. But to have him act like knew Leigh better than you was ridiculous. There was just no way.

You scoff at the idea, “You’re delusional. I was right there when she met Matt, I was right there when they told me they were together, and I was right fucking there when she said yes to his proposal. Not to mention I’ve been there for her with all of the wedding planning. They asked me to officiate for chrissakes. She is happy and she is in love with Matt. Now drop it. I don’t even think of her like that, I’m with Amber.”

He is unconvinced, “You say that but yet you’re pissed at me for bringing it up. Why is that?” He continues to scowl at you and he tries to use his height to intimidate you but you could care less that he was taller. “I know you, Y/n. That girl has lived in your heart rent free since the day you met her and you’ve been torturing yourself over it ever since.” You immediately begin to deny his claims but he won’t hear it. “Let me finish,” he shuts you up. “If you grow a pair in the next minute and admit to me what you keep lying to yourself and everyone around you, I’ll drop it. Come on,” he says a little softer. “It’s just me. I’m here for you, just tell me the truth.”

You exercise your jaw as you look around him, you notice the people walking past minding their business, the signs on the store windows, the bizarre outfits the mannequins are wearing, and then you look back at him. His eyes were kind and inviting instead of the cold ones he often uses to interrogate you with. He was your big brother and he was trying to reach out and show you that you can trust him. It’s been so many years that you’ve kept this information to yourself and maybe it would be healthy to have someone to confide in. So you sigh and relax your tense shoulders as you feel a weight lifting off of you. “Fine, you’re right. But I love her enough to let her go and be happy with the guy she has chosen to be with. Okay?”

Your brother smiles and pulls you against him in a congratulatory hug. “So is that why you want to marry Amber? She’s unavailable and you want to make sure that you are too?” You shrug as you pull away from him. You weren’t sure if he was right or wrong. “That isn’t a reason to get married, Y/n. My answer is still no on helping you find a ring for Amber. But if you want to be dramatic and pick out a ring for Leigh, I’ll gladly be of service.” He ends his spiel with a courteous bow that makes you laugh.

“Fine, asshole. I won’t buy one. I’ll just ask her to move in with me. I do love her, you know? I think I could be in love with her eventually, once I learn how to actually let go of you-know-who.” You explain to your brother.

He shakes his head with a laugh, “Oh, if that were true you would have convinced me that you actually want to marry her right now.” At this you shove him and he shoves you back and the two of you stare at each other before breaking out laughing. “Let’s go grab something to eat, you little shit.”

“Fuck you,” you tell him lightly.

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Amber comes up behind you and places a delicate kiss on your neck, “How many more do you have to go through?” She asks as she hangs some of her weight on your shoulders. You smile as your body is warmed up by the contact.

“Only a couple more, the big pile is scripts I’ve read and didn’t like,” you slap the tall stack of screenplays that didn’t have the best first ten pages. Then you land your hand on a smaller stack of the ones you did like and then you wave your hand distractedly to the ones that you haven’t read yet. “Why? What’s up?” You finally look up from the open script in front of you and tilt your head to the side to face her as she leans hers over your shoulder.

“Nothing, I just want to know when I can get you all to myself again,” she chastly kisses your lips before pulling away to walk around your chair and sit in your lap. A slow smile grows on your lips as she does.

“I suppose I can save the last twenty-five pages for tomorrow,” you say as you wrap your arms around her and bring her in for another kiss. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?” You ask while moving your lips to other parts of her body and then you notice that she wasn’t in her lounging clothes. “What are you all dressed up for?” You ask pulling away, causing her to giggle suspiciously.

Amber swiftly stands from your lap and holds her hand out to you. “Follow me and you’ll see,” she says cryptically.

“Into a world of pure imagination?” You question as you stand and take her hand.

She scowls at you with a smile, “Those are not the lyrics, and that’s not what I’m doing.”

“Awe, I’m not getting the keys to the chocolate factory?” You pout as you follow her out of your office and through the house. She laughs as she tries to quiet you down but you don’t understand because it wasn’t like there was anyone else around. “This is not the way to the bedroom, just so you know.” You try to pull her to you and steal a few more kisses but she nudges you away from her and tells you to wait. “Oh, are we going to do something kinky downstairs?” Her eyes widen and you take that as a yes. You take off your shirt and rush down the stairs where everyone close to you is waiting and shouts surprise. Your face is red from embarrassment as you scream, cover your body with your arms, and turn around. You look up at the top of the stairs to see Amber blushing with your shirt in her hand.

“I warned her to tell you that she had a surprise,” Leigh gripes from the front of the group, Drew nudges her to behave and takes a subtle sip from his cup, Jules, Ryan, Y/o/b/n, and Frankie follow. “That’s okay, she’ll know for next time. Right Amber?” The way she says the girl's name has a slight bitterness to it that only goes unnoticed by you, the same people another drink.

Amber flashes her a sarcastic smile as she makes her way down the stairs to return the shirt. “Wow, you did this for me babe?” You ask with a tight smile and pull the shirt over your head. “Thank you so much! But uh, what is this for?” You ask and lace your fingers through hers. Everyone looks at you confused and you mirror the expression.

“Holy shit, they forgot,” Y/l/b/n says and your mother swats the back of his head and scolds him for his language. “Hey! I’m an adult!” He defends as everyone laughs.

“And I’m still your mother!” She retorts and swats at his head again.

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” You ask. The group goes into whispers trying to figure out whether they want to be straight forward or wait and see how long it takes you to figure out.

Amber clears her throat and runs her hand across your shoulder as rests her arm against you. “Babe, it’s your birthday,” she whispers and you deny it because your birthday wasn’t for another month. Right? You twist your features as you think about what month it was, not believing that you have been so busy that you’ve lost track of that much time. You look at your girlfriend and then you look at Leigh. She sighs and walks over, stands extremely close to you, and delicately pulls your phone out of your back pocket. The action makes the suspicious group take another sip as she shows you the date on the device. Amber stiffens, suppressing the way Leigh’s actions made her feel and forces a smile at your widened eyes. Why the hell didn’t she use her own phone for that? Amber ignored her thoughts as she and everyone else waited for your reaction.

“Holy shit! It is my birthday!” You look at everyone that cheers and shouts the surprise again with a laugh. You hear your little brother grumbling about how you get away with cursing through it and laugh as your mom shuts him up. “Wow, thank you so much baby. I can’t believe I forgot my own birthday! I really hope I don’t forget yours after you did all of this for me,” you say as you embrace Amber and give her another kiss.

“Please, don’t do anything kinky down here,” your older brother jokes, making everyone laugh and you break the kiss. You flip him off but immediately regret it when you get the scary parental glare from your mom. “Alright, let’s party!” he says, raising his bottle and someone turns on the music as everyone disperses.

“I love you,” you tell Amber sweetly and she forgets all about what had upset her. She returns the words with a smile as you lean your forehead against hers with both of your arms wrapped snugly around her middle. Leigh crosses her arms over her chest and clenches her jaw before she snaps out of it and goes searching for Matt. When you notice them cozying up to each other you excuse yourself to change into something less casual. The group of people that were playing a game all exchange glances towards each other as they take a sip.

“Oh I’m going to get so wasted tonight,” Jules laughs into her cup.

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You plop down on the couch next to your girlfriend who shrinks away from you. Confused, you breathlessly ask her what was wrong even though you knew very well it was because you were sweaty and stink from your work out. She looks at you unamused and you get the mischievous idea to climb on top of her. She squeals as she tries to escape but wasn’t fast enough to get off of the couch before you had her trapped under your sweaty body. “Why are you like this?” She shouts through her laughter and you start to pepper with kisses as you claim it’s because you love her.

Suddenly you pull away and figure that this would be the best time to ask her the question that has been on your mind, “Do you know what I need?” She looks up, a little hesitant to ask you but she does anyway because curiosity has gotten the best of her. “A bigger house. This one is too small,” you answer.

Amber can’t help but laugh at the description, the house was anything but small. “It’s two stories, you have four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a two car garage, a pool in the backyard, dining room, full kitchen, den, living room and a basement. You are one person and you take up all of those spaces. What more do you need?” She makes a good point and you have to rethink your approach.

“Okay, maybe I don’t need a bigger house. Maybe I just want a bigger house. Also I rent this place and it’s ridiculous how much I pay for it and I’m not even allowed to have a pet,” you watch her carefully to see if she can follow what you were getting at. She was just waiting for what else you had to say, deciding whether or not your constantly growing status was getting to your head and if she had to bring you back to earth. “You’re right. I take up a lot of space and maybe I need to donate stuff to charity and make more room, but I want to own my own house. Y’know? I want to be able to get a dog and not have to worry about some crazy landlord that stops by without warning, which is clearly against the law!” Amber shudders at the memory of said landlord walking in on you and her being intimate in the bedroom. “I want to have a home,” you say in a soft tone that makes Amber’s heart pick up.

She swallows thickly, “Okay, well, why don’t you start house hunting? It’s not my area of expertise but I know a few people that might be able to help.”

“And what if I want your help?”

“Why would you want my help?”

“Because,” you chew your lip and remove yourself from her, she follows your lead by sitting up and setting her book on the coffee table. The space grows quiet as you hesitate to ask her, slightly afraid of the rejection. “Do you want to move in with me?” You finally say.

Amber drops her head and she watches her hands rub her thighs. “No,” she answers softly and you’re confused. She practically lives here as it is. Which you promptly point out. “Yeah, but I don’t live here and there’s a reason for that,” she argues, throwing you off again. “I just don’t think it’s a smart idea for us to move in together. It’s definitely not smart for us to buy a house together.”

“Why not?” You press. “I love you and you love me. We’ve been dating for over a year now. Why isn’t that a smart step for us?”

“Because you’re in love with your best friend!” she blurts out as she finally looks at you.

You are shocked and don’t know how to respond but know that you have to be quick to keep from confirming it. “No, I’m not. Why would you think that? I love you, Amber.” You keep your tone at an easy level to refrain from revealing anything by overreacting but you’re concerned that you might be underreacting which could be just as harmful.

“At the wedding. The way you looked at her it was so…” she fails to find the words to describe the way you looked. Amber turns to you with sad eyes and guilt begins to slither through you, tightening your stomach. “You’ve never looked at me like that. I can’t compete with her.”

You scoff, “There’s no competition. I love you, I’m with you and I want to move in with you. What do I have to do to make you believe me?” Amber looks away from you again, she didn’t want to tell you to choose. She didn’t want to be that person but she knew that would be the only way. It didn’t sit right with her and now she wasn’t sure if she saw a future with you anymore. But she wasn’t ready to give you up yet. You were her best friend and her first love. How was she supposed to just give you up?

“I don’t know,” she whispers and gets up from the couch, grabbing her book. “I think I need some space,” she says as she starts to collect her things to leave. You try to stop her but she won’t hear any of it. “I’ll call you,” she says once she’s ready to go. Amber doesn’t leave without a kiss but she regrets it the moment it starts. She fights tears as she tells you that she loves you and you’re left standing in the garage going over the whole thing in your head trying to figure out where you went wrong. None of it made sense and for a moment, you hate your best friend enough to punch a hole in a wall.

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“Amber, what’s wrong?” You chase your clearly upset girlfriend through the house. At the moment you were hosting a dual housewarming and holiday party at your new house. Your financial advisor pressured you into the purchase even though you weren’t ready to make it. This is the first house you’ve ever bought and you wanted it to be with Amber but she was still hesitant and you had to act fast. “Amber, love. Please talk to me,” you say through the door of one of the guest bedrooms. You twist the locked door knob a few times until she finally unlocks it and lets you in. “Babe, what’s going on?”

“I can’t do this with you anymore,” she says in a broken whisper.

“What do you mean?” You shut the door behind you as you enter further into the unfurnished room. “What can’t you do anymore?”

“This! Us!” She shouts with frustration. “I thought I could accept that your heart belonged to someone else. I thought I could live with it and hope that you would someday let her go. I thought I could be okay with it. But I’m not!”

You shake your head in confusion, “What are you talking about? I love you, Amber. Who said that my heart belonged to someone else?”

“No one had to say it, I can read it off of your face!”

You roll your head back, “Is this about what you think you saw at the wedding again?”

She scoffs, “Don’t tell me that I didn’t see what I saw. I know exactly what I saw! Okay? And I see it all of the damn time Y/n! You are in love with her!” Amber shouts again and you shuh her to make her lower her voice. These walls weren’t soundproof but it was helpful to know that the music was still loud downstairs. “Gah, and the way you dance with her so intimately in front of everybody, in front of her husband, in front of me! Neither of you have enough respect for me or Matt to just let us go.”

You bite your lower lip as she scolds you and scoff once she’s done. “You want to go? Then go. I won’t stop you. But you’re wrong. I’m not in love with Leigh. Did I have feelings for her? A very very long time ago, yes I did. But I haven’t felt anything but friendship for her since I met you. Amber, you’re the one I want to be with. I want you to move in with me. I want to marry you someday, have kids with you even. I don’t want any of that with Leigh!” You step closer to her with every sentence as you beg. Doing the exact opposite of not trying to stop her.

This time Amber shakes her head, “You might be a professional actor, but you are a terrible liar. I can’t be here right now. I’m going home.” She pushes past you and crosses over to the door. “I hope someday you can tell her how you really feel and I hope that we can be friends when that happens. Because I do love you, Y/n. I just don’t think we were ever meant to work out this way.”

Feeling free enough to finally tell her the truth since you were going to lose her anyway you say, “I really wanted to be in love with you, Amber. I do want those things with you, but only because I can’t have them with her and that’s… that’s not fair to you. I’m sorry I can’t let go of her.” Because of the cracks in your voice she turns around and wraps you into a healing embrace. You fall apart in her arms and she lets you. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” you say after a while. Amber doesn’t have an answer for you. She jokes that you just might have to kill Matt and you laugh at the absurd thought.

“Hey, my sister is a pretty great lawyer and she loves you to death. She’ll have your back if you get caught. Oh,” she says as something comes to her mind. “This break-up is not going to be easy for her.”

You snort, “Yeah, I can see it now. Her all curled up to that framed photo of the three of us crying, ‘But we were so good together,’ as you comfort her through it.” She laughs at your image of her sister and builds on it until the weight of it dawns on the two of you. Once she walked out of this house the two of you were no longer going to be a couple. “Thank you for trying to stay with me,” you say softly.

Amber shrugs, “You would have done the same for me.”

“True, though, I might’ve stuck with it longer,” you say in a playful tone. She knocks her shoulder with yours with a laugh while she tells you to shut up. “I guess we should get back to reality. Besides, Jules brought some people she met on the way over here and I do not trust any of them to be here without supervision.”

“Yeah, neither do I,” the two of you stand from the floor and give each other one last hug goodbye before leaving the room and going your separate ways.

#should've told you #leigh shaw #leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw x reader #sorry for your loss imagine #fanfiction #anon request

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annab-nana · 2 years

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🎄 jj maybanks + “it doesn't hurt. i don't know if that's a good thing. i might be numb from the pain.”

omg omg omg okay

warnings: shooting, bullet graze, blood, gun

rafe and barry, the pair was never good news. kie and pope had left on the pogue a while ago so you guys couldn't escape on water due to their unexpected arrival. you couldn't go inside the chateau or stay where you were because they would find you all and y'all didn't know how far rafe would actually go. he shot his own sister so there was no doubt in your mind that he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in any of you. the only way out was up into the tree next to the fire the boys just put out and hope their eyes didn't wander up.

"shit!" rafe angrily yelled from down below when they couldn't find john b before he started shooting about. barry pushed his armed hand up, making the gun aim for the tree, right at you, jj, john b, and sarah. one shot hit the limb of three that jj rested upon, and while you tried to make sure your body was out of harm's way, a bullet grazed the skin of your forearm. the hand of your uninjured arm clamped over your mouth quickly to stop any noises or whimpers from escaping your lips. biting your lip to help hold in any sounds you may emit, you moved your hand to cover your wound to stop any blood from falling to the ground. you just had to wait until they left, but until then, no blood could drop and you could not make a peep.

you locked eyes with jj before squeezing your eyes shut. no tears, not right now. if a drop of anything fell, rafe would for sure hear it hit the leaves below and he'd look up and if you started to cry, he'd hear you then too. the sounds of barry trying to calm rafe down and their footsteps faded away until you heard car doors shutting.

"y/n, are you okay?" sarah whispered and that is when you finally felt like you could breathe and cry.

"fuck," you grunted as you shuddered at the sight of your bloodied hand. "no, it burns. holy shit." john b and sarah began to climb out of the tree while jj climbed over to you.

"here," he spoke gently before he pulled off his shirt. his fingers circled your wrist to pull it away from the wound so he could wrap his shirt around it. you whimpered at the pressure, but jj shushed you. "i know, i know. i'm sorry," he whispered against your skin and placed a kiss to your forehead. "i'm gonna help you down."

it hurt when you stretched it to get out of the tree which definitely caused more blood to stain jj's t-shirt, but once you were down, it didn't bother you as much.

"we need to do something about your brother," you mentioned while sarah nodded in agreement, a guilty expression on her face.

"i'm so sorry," she muttered but you shook your head.

"this isn't your fault," you told her while jj urged you into the chateau, john b and sarah following, but jj glared at you for your words. he was still warming up to the newest member of the crew. "you can't help who you are related to," you spoke to sarah, but made sure jj heard it as he could relate to what you said as well.

he elected to ignore his feelings on the subject and look for something to clean your wound with, john b going to help search too. "how are you feeling?" the blond boy inquired aloud while he looked in the cabinet in the bathroom.

"it doesn't hurt. i don't know if that's a good thing, though. i might be numb from the pain. i’m kinda in shock, you know,” you giggled lightly in a time where you most definitely shouldn't be giggling.

"sarah, does she look okay to you?" your favorite cameron glanced you over and saw your dopey-looking smile plus that odd look in your eyes that she only saw when you were high. the only problem is you hadn't smoked all day, so the only thing that could be prompting this behavior was blood loss, too much of it. you laughed again as you stared at sarah's worried features before you fell into her chest. "jj!"

"what?" he turned to see you collapsed against sarah who held you up. "oh shit, i'm going to take her to the hospital."

"what are you going to do when they ask questions?" john b piped up from jj's room.

"tell them the truth. it's not like they're going to believe me anyway. it's just something else for shoupe to toss to the side." before any more conversation could be had, you groaned against sarah's shoulder. "baby?" jj whispered when he moved to get you off sarah and to look up at him. "can you stay awake for me?"

"i can try," you told him honestly.

"okay, we have to take my bike to the hospital and i need you to stay awake and hold on. can you do that for me?" he asked, his fingers holding your chin up to make you look at him.

"mhmm," you hummed with a nod.

"you sure she'll stay up?" sarah questioned and jj nodded.

"being on my bike scares the shit out of her so she'll stay awake to make sure she's alive by the end of the trip," jj reassured her as he helped you up.

"ow," you mumbled while reaching for your arm after he accidentally bumped it.

"well, i'm glad you can feel it again, but let's go get you checked out, okay, darling?"

you nodded with a silly smile. "yes, cupcake."

"hey, that's my nickname for you," jj teased as if you weren't bleeding from a gunshot wound.

"it's mine for you now, cupcake."

come celebrate with me

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#anna’s holiday celebration of sorts #starryevermore #blurbs #jj maybank #jj maybank blurbs

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coffee-bat · 3 years

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sure i do! (posting screenshot of ask for easier formatting)

(also, i have a whump headcannons ask that i've been compiling the response to for the past weeks (anon who asked, i'm so sorry it's taking so long, i'm not ignoring your ask), so this one will focus strictly on everything OTHER than whump.)

- he often bites his nails when stressed, or even just bored (or when he has no cigar on hand. he has a thing for chewing/nibbling on things). stopping himself from doing it is one of the reasons he wears gloves (other than for warmth and to shield his hands from damage), as having his nails bit too short is painful and can make his work almost impossible. (saying this as a nail biter. you literally CANNOT use a finger that you bit the nail of too short)

- speaking of stimming, aside from biting things, he uses the compass around his neck as a stim toy. it's useless around him, as his own magnetic field renders it impossible to point north as it should, but he'll often play with it by making it spin through altering his field. it requires both focus and a small bit of physical effort, effectively taking his mind off whatever's stressing him, at least for a short bit until he gets bored.

- he thinks he can cook, but anyone who's ever tried his cooking strongly disagrees. while his techniques are okay, like he doesn't burn or undercook stuff, the things he makes are borderline inedible. (he once made a party cheese salad for a family meeting and lowkey bonded with moreau over him being the only one to like the atrocity)

- he's the youngest of the lords (with the age order being alcina>moreau>donna>karl). donna looks younger than him, however it's mostly because of his healing factor being worse than the others', making him actually age (even if very slow) instead of being stuck in time.

- he DESPISES family meetings, along with the family dinners miranda keeps insisting on (which take place either at the castle or at donna's place, as moreau's reservoir and the factory are unsuited for that to say the least), but the latter's redeeming factor is that, if he's lucky, he gets a unique opportunity to fuck with alcina. which usually means eating her out of house and home (using the fact that she's too proud of her good manners to refuse a guest), getting drunk, wrecking her house (muddy boots who?) and then passing out somewhere. it gives him the opportunity to make himself her problem and he loves that. (i've actually started work on a comic a few weeks ago where alcina kicks karl off a random couch she finds him on (in a food coma), a shitposty thing with a SLIGHTLY wholesome-ish ending (as wholesome as alcina gets), but it was taking so long that i just gave up at some point. though, if any of y'all would like to see it finished, let me know, it'd be easier to motivate myself to do it if i knew anyone actually wanted me to lol)

- he holds animals close to his heart but would hate to admit it, in fear of appearing weak or soft. claims that he lets the one (1) cat stay in his factory ONLY because it helps with rats, totally not for company because he's a sad lonely man, what are you talking about.

-he's neither a cat or dog person, he likes both equally, but it'd be far harder to keep a dog in his quarters, seeing as it would require both more space and regular walks + playtime, while a cat is perfectly happy with just getting to sleep on him at night (in terms of contact/bonding).

- though, while he doesn't have a dog, he lowkey treats the lycans as such. keeps them under his control solely through giving them dog treats he buys from the duke. (took him a long time and lots of claw/teeth injuries to figure that out, but hey, better late than never).

--warning: the next few paragraphs discuss weight insecurity and body dysmorphia. i'll let you know when the segment ends so you can skip it if it's triggering or makes you uncomfortable--

- he's insecure about his body, both the scars littered across it and his weight. the first can't be helped and he's aware of it, however the latter TECHNICALLY CAN be and thus it bothers him far more. he used to be in a better shape, both mentally and physically, before his life was completely consumed by his work and plans of the rebellion, however these days, he just can't afford to focus on keeping himself in shape (he doesn't have the time and energy to exercise outside of the weight lifting he has to do while working, and same goes for taking care of his diet. cooking and eating balanced food takes too much time and energy, making him resort to whatever is the quickest to make and will keep him going through the day). he feels intense discomfort when looking at younger pictures of himself, he can't help but feel that he has "let himself go" in the recent years, however simultanously doesn't have the time and energy to do anything about it. it's frustrating and makes him feel out of control.

- alcina once touched on the topic while arguing with him, and it fucked him up. up until then he clang onto the small bit of hope that maybe noone has noticed the changes in his body, that maybe it was just him that was hypersensitive to it and in reality it wasn't that visible, and alcina's comment instantly shattered it. not only did she notice, but she apparently considered it worthy of using against him. there goes his last bit of confidence.

- it was one of the very few times she has seen him actually cry (before storming off to hide himself in his factory). it was also one of the few times she had apologized to him. she has made comments about his height and general looks before, and it never seemed to bother him, he always retorded back with a snarky remark targeted back at her, so she truly thought he had no insecurity issues- but this time, for the first time, he just looked hurt, almost disbelieving, and ran away without a word. it made her initial anger melt away instantly, realizing what she did. she ran after him a few minutes later, hoping it wasn't too late and she hadn't done unreversable damage. the whole incident was a major blow to her ego, especially as she was forced to beg karl over the intercom to let her in, but she wouldn't have forgiven herself if she didn't tell him that she was sorry and didn't mean it. she had to admit to herself that it truly was a low blow and she couldn't let herself be carried away like this ever again.

- karl's confidence never really healed from the incident, it's not something he can just forget. but he did get a kick out of having alcina beg for forgiveness, so he considers at least that to be an upside of the whole thing.

--weight/body dysmorphia discussion ends here--

- he gets sensory overloads easily, especially from loud noise, making him snappy if there's too many people talking/making noise. he also often has issues with things touching him when he's already stressed - due to this, he keeps a hairband in his pocket at all times (to keep his hair out of his face), and has tied the belt of his trench coat behind his back so it wouldn't touch his arms while moving around (that one is actually part of his character model). having things hanging off him irritates him greatly.

- he has a tendency to cling onto/hug whatever is in his reach while he's asleep. usually it's a pillow or his blanket, but it's also a risk one should be aware of when choosing to sleep in one bed with him. you're gonna wake up in a death grip. and he's a heavy sleeper, so don't even think about going to the bathroom.

- speaking of physical affection, he loves massages, they're one of his favorite types of affection to receive. any kind of them, really. he's sore most of the time, so a bit of relief is always greatly appreciated. back/shoulders after a long day of work, tummy if his cadou is bothering him or his eating habits fucked him over again, maybe even hands if he's worked manually for too long and his palms are starting to cramp. it's all really appreciated. (another factor contributing to why he likes them is that they're completely selfless acts of affection. his partner isn't getting anything out of it (like they would with anything sexual or romantic), its only purpose is to help him feel better. makes him feel loved.)

- speaking of, he literally cried the first time ethan gave him a shoulder rub. feeling the decades worth of pain, tiredness and muscle strain that he didn't realize he felt finally fade, be washed away, made his eyes water, he couldn't help it. it wasn't long after they had moved in together (as roommates, since karl had nowhere to go), and to karl, it felt like an affirmation that it's over, he can relax, he can rest now. no need to keep overworking himself, to keep not letting himself ever catch a break because "he might like it too much and stop chasing his goal", to keep doing anything to keep himself going for years on end despite knowing it's ruining his body. it's done, it's over, he finally deserves a rest. it made ethan deeply confused and concerned before karl sobbed out why he's crying.

these are all for now, i think! at least all that comes to mind at the moment. if you'd like me to talk about headcannons on a specific subject/topic (or expand on any of these ones), let me know! i'm sure to think of something that i haven't already, or forgot to write down. i just love talking about headcannons, man.

#this bitch took me 2 hours to write i really hope you like it #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #headcannons #long post

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"Black Magic" *Part 3*

Alright y'all this took me ALL day to write [the entire rest of the story] and it took me an hour and a half to just edit this chapter. So I HOPE you like it. I had to find a breaking point it was getting too long, but the next chapter is coming like...maybe 30 minutes.

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After saying goodbye to Maria and the kids Rafael took your hand and you both got in another Uber he had called.

“So where to now?” You asked.

“Well we're going to need somewhere to get this food,” he smiled. “So I'm taking you to my favorite place in the city,”

Soon enough the Uber pulled up in front of Central park. We both got out and walked to the front entrance.

“Central Park is your favorite place in the city?” You asked. “Kind of basic but okay,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he laughed, punching you in the arm playfully. “Wait until you see what part of Central Park.” He took your hand and you walked for a bit until you came across a fountain.

“I mean it's gorgeous but still kind of basic,” you teased some more.

“This is where we're eating lunch carino,” he told you. “The surprise comes after,”

You set up camp on the edge of the fountain and spread out the food. It was enough for a feast. Luckily Maria had included napkins, plates , silverware and sneakily enough she snuck in an old blanket that you could spread out.

“Oh my god.. this is so good,” You said in between mouthfuls of food.

“I told you,” he laughed through a mouthful of his own food.

“No like you don't understand. I've never had food this good,” You insisted.

“Oh no? The fancy lunches from work, not your style?” He smirked.

You stopped eating for a second. Had he really noticed that you took home whatever food the bigwigs never finished? It was kind of a detail that you never had guessed that he would even pay attention to.

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” You innocently replied.

“Sureee…” Rafael nodded with a smile.

“I'm sorry, please don't fire me,” You begged.

“Fire you? I think it's adorable. Trust me I would do the same thing back in my law school days when I had nothing,” He patted your shoulder.

“God do I hear that,” You agreed.

“Wait so you have nothing?” Rafael asked, concerned.

“What? No! Kind of…..I have enough.” You assured him.” It's not like I'm homeless or anything.” Oh my God this is getting worse. “I just mean like, back when I was in college I had even less than I have now.”

“Oh you went to college?” Rafael asked.

“Wow okay counselor I see where the snobbishness is coming back,” You acted offended. And you actually kind of were.

"Oh no no no, mi amor,” He put a hand on your knee, scared he had offended you. “Please don't think that I would ever think down of you. I think you are the most beautiful, smartest caring person in the world.”

He didn't even know you. That was definitely the spell. You sadly shrugged” it's fine,”

“No no what I meant.. I don't know I don't know what I meant,” He shook his head, blushing.

“Yeah you do it's fine you can say it Rafael I'm not going to get offended,” You assured him.

“I just meant... I don't know, or don't understand why somebody with a college degree would be temping, instead of using their degree for a job in their field. I seriously doubt you went to college for temping,”

“Well I don't know if you remember this since it was eons ago before you had money but living in New York is quite expensive.” You half laughed. "And when you have student loans to pay you kind of have to take what you can get even if it's not in your ‘field’,”

“I get it,” He nodded. “I totally get where you're coming from. I'm so sorry I offended you,”

“You know before today I would have stomped off and written you off as just the snob pompous asshole that I thought you were. But after seeing where you came from I know you really mean that,” You smiled.

“So…” he hoped to change the subject. “What exactly is your degree in? Something law related I assume?”

“Why do you assume that?”

“Well.. usually the people that apply to be my intern are only interested in kissing my ass and getting ahead in the lawyer corporate world. But you haven't done that.. Yet,” He raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Oh.. yeah.”. you look down at the ground nervously.

“What are you going to kiss my ass now? Because I'll gladly let you do it,” He smiled cheekily.

“No no!” You waved your hands. “I mean that would be nice but--I mean no, what?” You were flustered.

“You're adorable when you're flustered,” He rubbed your bright red cheeks.

“Haha,” you pushed a hair behind your ear. You thought to yourself “Well he's not going to remember any of this anyway so you might as well tell him the truth,”

“Truth is.. I may or may not have manipulated the system to beat out those other snobby law students to get this job,” You admitted, still looking down.

“Really…?” He looked at you suspiciously. “...And why’s that?

“...Because I saw your picture on the file and I thought you were gorgeous and I wanted to see that face everyday,” You blushed intensely, still looking at the ground, not able to tell him in his face..

There was a very long pause and then he put a hand on yours. You slowly looked up at him and he was smiling cutely.

“That is the most adorable thing I've ever heard in my life,” He grinned.

“Really? You think so?” Well obviously he thought so he was programmed to think whatever you did for the adorable duh.

“Yeah I don't think I've ever had a woman try that hard to get my attention. Or want to see me that much, or even think that highly of me,” He grinned.

“I mean it's not really thinking highly of you, just that you’re really attractive,” You laughed.

“Right, of course,” He was blushing even more.

“And that was even before I saw your butt!” You laughed without thinking.. But he really did have the best ass you've ever seen in your entire life. Everyday you walked into that office you just wanted to take a bite of it.

Rafael choked on his food. “I um…” His face was red hot now.. “Thank you?”

“Anyway…” He tried to steer the conversation away from his butt. “You avoided the question,”

“What question?” You asked. Completely in all honestly forgetting what you were talking about. Once you got lost in Rafael's ass your mind kind of went blank completely.

“What iis your degree in?”

“It's embarrassing,” You looked at the ground.

“What? It can't be that bad,” He shook his head.

“Well I say it's embarrassing to someone like you,” You half laughed.

“Someone like me?” He looked offended. “What iis that supposed to mean?”

“I mean I don't.. I mean the person that I thought you were before today,” You grabbed his hand.

“Well you seem to have really disliked me before today,” he nodded curiously. “It's like you don't know me at all.”

“What? Of course I know you.” You assured him. "I love you, remember? And you love me?”

“Yeah.. I do, but I don't know anything about you,” He looked away as if he was trying to figure out an equation.

Oh shit. What's happening? Was this supposed to happen? Wasn't wearing off? Oh God.

“It's a theater degree!” you blurted out, trying to change the subject. Maybe it would work. If you distracted him maybe this would take over again.

He turned his head to the side and stared off blankly, as if he was rebooting. Then he looked up and smiled at you. “A theater degree? That sounds exciting!” He was back to his “usual self''..

You let out a sigh of relief. However, you wondered if you had gotten him out of the spell, would he have freaked out? Would he have accepted it? Would he maybe start having real feelings for you? Well, it was too late now.

“Does it really though?” You rolled your eyes.

“It really does. I don't know if you would believe this, but I'm kind of a theater nerd myself,” He chuckled.

“No way. You? Nahh,” You blew a raspberry.

“Seriously! I had a bit of a theater bug when I was younger in fact. I wanted to be a big Broadway star” He admitted.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Raphael Barba the stuffy ADA of New York City as a big Broadway star? Yeah right!

“That's insane! You laughed. So why did you give it up?”

“Well.. as you know, being on Broadway isn't a great way to make money. It's more of a passion thing right?”

“So true,” You nodded as you were eating your empanada dessert.

“So.. I took a hard look at where I lived, and how hard my mom and abuelita were struggling and I vowed that I would get out of El Barrio. And make something of myself and be able to take care of them when I was an adult the way that I couldn't when I was a kid,”

You felt tears choking your throat once again for the millionth time that day. But this time it wasn't for you. It was for him. You really hadn't known any of this, to you he was just a pretty face. You actually had a lot in common.

“That is so sweet.” You pushed the trash between you away and moved up closer, pulling his hands into your lap and looking at him endearingly.

“Yeah?” He asked you with a half smile like a kid looking for approval.

“Yeah it really is. You gave up your passion for your family. I wish I was as selfless as that,” You said softly.

“What do you mean?”

What did you mean indeed? Did you really want to get into the story? Then once again you reminded yourself that he would have no idea no recollection of this after today, so you felt comfortable telling him your secret.

“Well….. You.... I came from nothing too. But all I could think of was getting out myself and never looking back,” You admitted in shame.

“Oh?” He looked at you curiously.

“Yeah, I was really passionate about theater and becoming a big Broadway star. With all the fame, and the money, and getting away from my small town in Jersey. So I threw myself into every activity, every theater, every play, every community theater, every performance, anything I can get my hands on. My parents were super supportive and never thought anything bad of me, even though they probably should have. They wanted me to have the world. And I took that for granted,” You began to get choked up.

“Why do you say that…?” He took your hand and squeezed it feeling like something bad was coming.

“They saved up their entire married lives to give me a college fund. I wasn't aware of it, but when I got accepted to NYU School of acting, they told me that they had enough saved for the first two years,” You continued, trying to breathe.

“Well that's good isn't it?”

“Yeah no totally, except I wasn't grateful,” You look down tears stinging your eyes thinking about how selfish you are as a kid. All I could think about and yell at them was how they didn't have enough for the full four years. How was I supposed to be a big Broadway star if I was still trying to pay student loans?”

“Oh Y/N…”.

“Yeah and that's not even the worst part,” Tears started stinging your eyes. You were lucky he was under some spell because he would definitely hate you after this under normal circumstances.

“Go on, I'm not here to judge you,” He pressed his forehead against yours. He realized how hard the story was taking its toll on you.

“One day it was my big end of semester performance and it was snowing. So my parents said that they weren't going to be able to make it. I screamed at them and told them that this was the biggest night of my life, and they couldn't be bothered to show up and what horrible parents they were and that they never cared about me and a whole huge temper tantrum like a 3 year old.”

You tried holding back sobs you had to make it through this whole thing without breaking down.

“No, honey…” He put a hand on your face.

”And so they tried…” You sniffed. They tried driving on the icy roads of Jersey to drive into the City and they served on black ice in the Jersey tunnel where they hit the wall and were killed instantly.

“Oh my god.. he whispered, “Baby I'm so sorry,” He grabbed you in a hug as you broke down. You just sat there for a minute letting him hold you while you sobbed into his shoulder.

“I just told them what shitty parents they were!” You sobbed muffled into his shirt. "And I killed them!”

“Hey,” he pulled your face from his shirt and looked you in the eyes. “No no you didn't do anything,”

“Yes I did! If I hadn't been such a brat and told them and guilted them into coming to see my stupid show then they'd still be alive!” you kept sobbing.

“No,” he took your head in his hands. “Look I didn't know you back then but I'm sure that your parents loved you and I'm sure that you loved them. That's why you wanted them there so bad. And sometimes it's just people's time. You didn't do anything wrong. Do you understand me?”

“Yeah.. I guess so,” you looked down. “I mean I was punished enough for it”.

“What does that mean?”

“Well I mean, obviously I was distraught from my parents dying. And that semester was the last one that was paid for. So kind of lied to you,” You paused to look at him apologetically.

“I had to drop out one year after that because I could only get student loans for that next year. And you had to have a certain GPA to get them to keep paying for the last year and I most certainly did not have that,”

“Oh...carino, I'm so sorry”

“Then me being me the arrogant bitch that I am, I thought well maybe I don't need a degree. Tons of actors don't have degrees. They can just make it on their own. So I just started throwing myself into auditions for about a year and a half, and I ended up living on the streets because I refused to take any kind of job. Telling myself that I was going to get my big break and be famous,”

“Oh my God”

“I know, right?” You laughed through tears. “I'm so stupid,”

“Hey you are not stupid,” Rafael grabbed your hands again.

“Yeah well, the first temp agency that I applied to had the first job as a personal assistant to a fancy lawyer. So maybe I'm not that stupid,” you smiled.

“Ah.. see? Happy ending. Maybe you went through all that to find me,”

“Yeah.. maybe,” You sadly smiled at him.

Although you knew deep down in your heart that was bullshit, because you really didn't have him. All you did was take another shortcut and be selfish and tried to take him for yourself instantly without any of the work. You were still a selfish bitch. And he didn't know that

“You know...if it makes you feel any better, you are lucky to have such loving parents,”

“What do you mean? Didn't you say you gave up your dream to take care of them?” You assumed that must have meant they were super close.

“Yeah well, for my mom and abuela..”.

You suddenly realized he hadn't mentioned a father.

"Oh? I'm.... No dad?”

“No, no dad.” He shook his head sadly. “I wasn't completely honest with you earlier YN,”

“What do you mean?” You took his hand, already knowing this wasn't going to be good.

“I was forced to give up my dream,” he replied sadly while staring at the ground.

“What?”

“When I was a kid I would watch musicals at my abuelitas house. It was the only place I was….safe,” He continued.

“Oh God.” You muttered.

“I would dance and sing all over her house. She was the only person in my life who ever supported that side of me,” he continued to stare at the ground.

“When my dad came to pick me up one day and he saw what I was doing…. “ He stopped again, you realized he was trying not to cry.

“Rafa…..”

“He tried to "beat the gay out of me.",” You saw tears dripping on the pavement.

You silently gasped.

"Not that I'm gay,' he quickly assured you.

"That was literally the last thing on my mind baby," you shook your head, tears coming to your own eyes as you pulled him into a hug. He collapsed into tears as you rubbed the back of his neck and whispered comforting words into his ear.

Finally he composed himself enough to finish his story.

“Anyway, he uh...he didn't just beat me for that. It was anything really. But I kept at it at my abuelas. She encouraged me even if she couldn't stand up to my dad. I can't blame her or my mother. When my mom caught me still pursuing it she told me to stop if I wanted to keep our dad around saying he wouldn't tolerate a….f word son,"

“Oh my god.” You whispered. You couldn't imagine your parents or any parents really, trying to discourage their kids from anything, and threatening them for being something they were so passionate about.

“Well I guess it didn't matter either way because he ended up taking off anyway. And I felt so guilty that we lost our only income, so my mom had to end up getting two jobs and my abuela moved in to help with bills that then I swore to become better so that I could atone for my sins,” He couldn’t look at you.

“Oh my god. Rafa, sweetie I…. That wasn't your fault., it wasn't your fault at all. He sounds like a grade a asshole,” You made him look at you just as he did when you told your shameful story.

“He was...is. I don't know if he's dead or alive actually. I haven't seen or heard from him since he left. I hate him so much,” he clenched his fists.

“Oh honey,” You pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“No you don't understand. My middle name is Eduardo, named after him. So he's always with me. I have always told people it's Antonio, because I want nothing about me associated with him,” He started to cry again.

After a minute, he looked back up at you very seriously. “I've never told anyone that story.”

“Really? Not even Liv?”

"Not even Liv," He stroked your hair. "I've never felt as close to her as I do with you.” He pulled you into his lap. “The truth is Y/N I have never felt safe since my abuela’s house. Until I met you,”

“Rafa…” You pulled him into a deep kiss, tears dropped down both your faces. “We can be each other’s homes now,”

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anobscurename · 4 years

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ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XIX — masterlist

concept: you finally have had enough. the slowest of slow burns. part twenty of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 2,4k

warnings: you might cry; i know i did. angst.

author's note: i needed my comedic relief comfort characters for this one in the beginning tbh cause... well... you'll see. this one is for @miss-jackson500 because i haven't dedicated one to her yet and she's? amazing?!

You had wondered – for the days that followed – that if maybe the rescheduled meet-up hadn't been cut short by Anthony, if things would be different.

You came to the conclusion that all that really would've been different was that you'd know a little less.

"You're finally going to do it, huh?" Anthony grinned from across the pool table. You had, according to the original plan, all come together at the old bar where you'd first met the two. "You're going to tell him how you feel?"

"Is it a bad idea?" You asked, missing your shot. Your mind was heavily distracted, and it was showing through. You were usually wiping the floor with the duo, but now you were losing four balls to one.

"No, no, it's a fantastic idea," Anthony bent down to line up his next shot. "Tell her it's a fantastic idea, Seb. Better yet, tell me who the Black Widow should be with."

Sebastian, who had been sat to the side, waiting for his turn, rolled his eyes and took a swig of his beer. "I admit nothing until I see a ring."

"Speaking of rings!" Anthony jumped up excitedly – either from the prospect of marriage or the thrill of pocketing his ball, leaving team Falcon and Winter Soldier with just the black on the table – "I'm thinking a round cut two carat, set in rose gold? Colour scheme would he lavender, of course, because as best man–"

"You can get fucked if you think you're going to be best man."

"Of course I'm best man! Look at me, I'm the bestest man around, I'm fine as–"

"You can both get fucked if you think there's going to be a wedding," you laughed.

Anthony hissed a curse under his breath as he missed the winning pocket, reluctantly handing the cue off to Sebastian, who hopped off the stool to land gracefully on his feet.

You chalked your cue, determined to not lose yet another game to these dipshits. "I haven't even told him yet, what if he doesn't feel the same way?"

Anthony and Sebastian both looked at you, incredulous. "I mean this with only love, and it comes from a place deep within my heart... Are you blind?"

Sebastian was even balking. "Even I could tell, and I have the social skills of a pineapple."

"Okay, fine! You both are clearly biased, you saw us kiss."

"No, we watched a softcore porno is what we did, y'all devouring each other like that in public–"

He cut himself short, having to laughingly dodge himself out of the reach of your playful slap.

"I'm asking Scott for the final opinion," you proclaimed.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, eager to play and win the game, bouncing the end of the cue on the wooden bar floor. The rubber stop muted the noise.

You opened up the text thread you had been maintaining with the younger Evans. Should I tell Chris?

You didn't need to elaborate, Scott would know what you meant. There was a pause on his end, and you had just been about to put your phone away before his response bubbled up.

Sorry, was just changing your name in my phone to sister-in-law ;)

That was all the answer you needed.

You finished the game – you lost, mind overrun with giddiness and the odds having been stacked against you long before – and you were hugging Anthony goodbye.

When you'd asked where he was headed, he'd just given you a sly wink and a "wouldn't you like to know."

That left just you and Sebastian, and you decided to walk him back to his hotel before heading home.

"How long you going to be in L.A. for?" You'd asked, just to make conversation.

"A week or so, maybe? And then I'm jetting back to New York. I haven't been home in so long, I think the dust has taken over my lease."

You chuckled, and continued on in a pleasant silence.

You gave him a departing hug in the lobby, and hailed a cab back to Chris'.

You were so high on the exhilaration of finally telling him and ending this will they/won't they charade once and for all. So excited, you'd nearly missed the unfamiliar Bentley in the driveway on your way in.

But it didn't go unnoticed.

You came in, greeted happily by a yapping Dodger, and the smell that hit you was one of Valentino perfume – overpowering the usual scent of Chris lingering in the house.

"Hey, Dodge," you whispered, giving him a vigorous petting session. "Where's Chris? Where's your dad?"

Dodger gave your hand a wet lick, slobbering over your keys, and you laughed lightly.

The door to the pool was open, and you could hear splashing and giggling – pitched more feminine than you'd ever heard Chris go.

Curiosity killed the cat. And satisfaction was never going to resurrect the plummet of your excitement. No, that was replaced by shock and anger. Even if you knew you had no right to feel that way.

"Chris?" You'd called out as you padded across the lounge. "Chris, whose car is in the driveway? I have something I–"

Blindsided, your slobber slick keys fell from your hand to jangle uselessly onto the ground. It was that that finally grabbed his attention.

He had been otherwise excruciatingly preoccupied with the topless girl in his lap, legs locked around his waist in a languid grind, his hands smoothing over her curves as they all but explored each other's tonsils in a moaning kiss.

Red flashed across your vision as well as your cheeks, and you ducked your head. Embarrassed and feeling stupid, you quickly grabbed your keys. "I'm sorry, I'll go..."

You quickly turned and dashed to your room, ignoring the tears in your eyes, and the call of your name.

"{Your name}, wait!" Chris cried, water sloshing as he clambered out of the pool. "{Your name}!"

You slammed the door shut behind you, making it clear you wanted isolation. Pulling out a duffel bag, you began throwing clothes into it, careless of what you might need, just needing to leave.

Sebastian had asked you once how much more you were going to put yourself through before you'd had enough.

And this was it. This was the breaking point. This was enough.

The strength in which Chris frantically ripped open your door had it banging against the adjacent wall, but you couldn't even look at him. Your eyes were blurry as you continued violently packing your clothes.

You didn't even know where you were going to go. You just knew you had to. Go.

"{Your name}, stop," he said, soft in direct comparison to the panic he felt in his chest. You were leaving him. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" You spat out. And then, just to change the subject, because not even you could bare to dwell on it too much: "You're getting water on your floor."

"{Your name}–"

"Don't talk to me, Chris. Rest your tongue a bit, it sure was busy earlier."

"As was yours, too, I'm sure," he bit back.

Your movements stuttered at the reciprocated rage. To your knowledge, he had no right to feel as you did in that moment. None.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

There was provocation in his eyes, and his searing gaze only fuelled your fire.

"Have fun with Sebastian?"

Your scoff was followed by a bewildered laugh. "I went out tonight with Sebastian and Anthony, Chris. We're friends. Welcome to the world of platonic relationships, professor, we've been waiting for your arrival."

And like the cut strings on a puppet, tension left his body – anger being replaced by confusion.

"I... I thought..."

"You thought wrong, Evans," you seethed, pushing past him to the bathroom to grab your toiletries. You made an effort to bump him, your shirt sticking to your skin with the water droplets still dotting his toned body. "And to think I really thought..."

"Thought what?" His voice cracked out.

"Thought that you might actually care about me!" You finally snapped. You were yelling. You didn't want to yell, but you were, voice echoing in the acoustics of the bathroom.

"I do," he whispered. His conviction was quickly draining from him, being replaced with an inevitable sadness and feeling of loss. You hadn't even left yet, but he knew that nothing he was going to say would make you stay. He knew he'd gone too far. It didn't stop him from trying. "I loved you, {your name}. I still do."

You had hoped that if he ever was to say those words, it would be under different circumstances. In fact, you'd found yourself imagining whole sunset beach scenarios, late into the night.

"I thought you were better than that, Chris. Manipulation? That's low."

"It's true. I've loved you–"

You didn't want to hear it. You weren't going to give him the opportunity of persuading you into staying. You knew you should've left long ago. "I can't say the feeling is mutual."

It was a lie. It was a lie, because if you really had felt nothing, then you wouldn't be acting like this. But you needed the upper hand, because Chris had basically knocked you over with the force of his admittance. You couldn't let yourself be dragged back in. Not this time. You had too much self respect for that. Not when he still had lipstick smudged on his lips, disappearing into the scruff that shadowed his jaw.

You had to avoid looking at his pained expression at your words. No matter how much you were hurting now at his profession of love, you knew he might possibly be hurting a little more at your rejection.

"And if you really did..." You trailed off, struggling to say the words love me. "Well, you have a really funny way of showing it."

"Pretending not to love you is the hardest role I've taken on, and I did it for you."

Red was dancing back into your vision, your shock growing alongside the fury.

"How is that for me?"

"Because that's what you wanted!" He was finding his voice again, raising it in his desperation. "Believe me, I wanted to fight for you. I would, would wage wars for you," he stuttered out. "But you never wanted that from me. You wanted to pull away, from this, from us. And I let you because I would do anything you asked of me."

"So you stayed away because you wanted to keep me?" You worded it slowly, just to make him understand how ridiculous it sounded.

"...Yes."

"Are you stupid? Actually mentally deficient?" You zipped your bag, brushing past him again, this time making sure to have as little contact as possible. He all but occupied the whole doorway.

"If I had told you then you would have left!" He was following you now, following you to the front door. "I told you I wanted you in my life, even if it meant the pain of never having you."

You had hoped to slam the door in his face to make your point known, but where Chris had slacked in fighting for you before, he was making up for now. He caught the door before it could close, trailing after you into the driveway.

"There's something wrong with me. I ruin things. So I let you have your space because you are the greatest thing that has happened to me in a long time, and I'd be fucked if I ruined you too!"

"It's a bit too late for that," you said, finally looking him in those ocean eyes. They were bloodshot with barely restrained tears. But your resolve was iron. "Congratulations, Evans. You've ruined me."

You heard Dodger pawing at the door, whining low and long for you. If you thought leaving Chris was hard, this was what made you break.

But you turned away from them, from that house, tears falling freely. A sob escaped your lips, barely stifled.

"Put on a shirt, Evans," you managed to get out. You wanted the last word, even if it brought very little satisfaction. "You have company."

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Your first call was to Anthony. He hadn't picked up, and you remembered his other plans.

The second also went unanswered – the friend who had become a self proclaimed L.A. local upon graduating high school, and who had let you crash at their house when you'd first arrived. She was probably at work, and so you left her a quick voicemail asking her to call you back.

The third did, on only the second ring. You had almost lost hope in anyone else being awake at that point, so you hadn't composed yourself before he picked up.

The first thing he heard was your sob, which you quickly cut off with a greeting.

"What's wrong?"

"Can I crash with you tonight? I need somewhere to go."

"What happened? Did–?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you said quickly. He shut up almost immediately. "I just... Please?"

There was a pensive silence on the other end, and you felt the need to fill it.

"I tried Anthony, but he wasn't picking up."

"Yeah," came the small chuckle crackling on the other end. "He's got a hot date tonight. Must be going well."

"I wouldn't do this if I had anywhere else to go, but I don't, and it'll only be for one night–"

"Of course you can stay," he assured, sushing you softly. "Can't believe I made you ask twice."

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Sebastian met you in the lobby, taking you up to his room almost immediately to avoid strange looks and any unwanted public attention.

He explained to you in the elevator that although he had tried to get you your own room, the hotel was fully booked. He sounded quite apologetic for that.

You didn't say much, because if you spoke, you were scared you were going to start crying all over again. And you'd just managed to stop, averting your eyes from your teadstained appearance in the mirrors.

Sebastian's room was a big one, on the pricier end of all the hotel had to offer. A large king sized bed stood to one side, bedsheets twisted as if he'd clambered into it right when he'd gotten back.

There was a lounge suite to the side, looking like a set-up you'd see on the glossy pages of Architectural Digest, and although the curtains were drawn, you could see the city lights sprawling out before you through the crack.

He was still in his outfit from the bar, shirt and jeans slightly rumpled.

The television was on, playing the original Nosferatu quietly in the background.

"I'll take the couch," Sebastian offered, dropping off the bags he'd taken from you.

You declined him with a shake of your head.

"{Your name}," he said, tender, placing both his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him. "You've been through a lot tonight. Take the bed, I've got the couch."

You didn't have the strength to fight his insistence. You didn't have the strength for much any more.

When you'd gotten out the shower, dressed in your pyjamas, Sebastian finally asked you again what had happened.

You just shrugged tiredly, climbing between the cool cotton sheets.

"I just had enough."

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JIKOOK:DON'T ASK ME TO STOP LOVING YOU. I WON'T- Jikook Shading eachother pt3

Disclaimer:

Everything expressed in her is my opinion. It is not intended to be malicious or disrespectful to any of the parties here in mentioned. Please don't be weird.

Jeon Jungkook is in love with Park Jimin. Period. If you have doubts, take my word for it. That man heard a bell ring and he's been following that jingle sound till thy kingdom come. Bless him.

No, I am not off track. We are still on the Jikook breakup/fights 2020 train and it's express. Beep beeeeep! Sorry.

Jk loves Jimin and it is the cause of all his woes- with Jimin as well as with the other bandmates. His problem is he loves that man- too much.

Yes, the 2019 November-December tensions with his bandmates was all because he keeps blurring the lines between his relationship and his career. He is lucky, both of them are lucky that they found eachother in a space like this where they have the opportunity to love and still have it all. Trust me, it's rare.

Except JK didn't join BTS to pursue a career. Bless him. He went there to harvest him some sweet love. Lol. Jokes aside, Jk when he started out had no goals, no ambitions whatsoever. He was young. He was just following the path set out for him by his parents perhaps, his teachers- and also he thought Namjoon's thighs were hella delicious. Lol

He has had to grow to love and appreciate his craft and career just as he's said in the recent Japan comeback interviews. He even almost quit singing to go be a dancer and all it took was Jimin telling him he had an amazing voice for him to stay- the power of park Jimin!

That's how young and naive he was when he began his career path. Let's get a bit deep and psychoanalyze him real quick. He made an entire life decision to join a boyband for seven years not because he loved to sing and dance but because he admired the zeal od RM?

Then when layer he was exposed to dance, and had to make an equally important life decision, he allowed another bandmate(Jimin) to make that decision for him. This should tell you the state of his mind as at the time. He was young and impressionable with no aspirations of his own.

Even as of 2019, he said he had no idea what he was going to do with his life after BTS had the band disbanded in 2018. That's a lot of experience span to not know what he wants to do with his life.

Now I don't mean to say he is immature but we all know the members especially Jimin have pointed out time and again that JK is in fact immature or can be.....

He seems to me as the type who still have a lot to figure out and per his recent interviews where he's talked about taking time to himself to work on himself and his hobbies etc. I have a feeling 2020 has been a period of awakening for him. A period where he is self actualizing a lot and I'm happy for him.

But it is what is causing this age of enlightenment in his life that has me curious.

Moving on, this young, naive, impressionable JK as he was in the early days of BTS started developed feelings for his hyung. Do you see the problem? I'll wait....

These feelings, I assume, began as pure admiration and fondness of Jimin. Jimin was this talented and hardworking, spontaneous, energetic hyung and JK with an impressionable mind as his was was bedazzled by him.

Soon these feelings would morph into what could be seen as an obsession, infatuation and then finally love.

The way I see it, loving Jimin gave him purpose for the first time in his young life. He may not have known much about his life goals and ambitions but he knew being with Jimin gave him a solid ground to stand on, a new sense of direction, certainty and purpose.

He got to share in Jimin's passions, share his with him, dance together, sing, practice, rehearse, make him the subject of his photography, the subject of his attention, care for him, be cared for by him- something he hadn't had the chance to experience from home before he was yanked away into idol life.

Growing up, we all experience that moment where we imprint on friends and relatives. My uncle was my mentor as well as my elder brother too. I admired them so much I sometimes confused that with romantic love till I got socialized properly.

Jk's socialization was.... He....

-Jk may be an introvert but he thrives and shines best when he partners up or is in a group like BTS or his friends group etc and Jimin i feel was the ideal partner for him; his queerness, his adventurousness, pushing JK's boundaries, challenging his beliefs, showing him how to have a good time- ok I really want this Jimin back! Like right now!

Jimin left an impression on JK's young mind. He imprinted on him. And for the longest time, we've seen the way he stares at Jimin.JK really loves Jimin.

So what's the problem?? Loving JM is consuming his mind y'all. It's all he thinks off. All he cares of. He seems super hyper focused on Jimin so much so that it is affecting the dynamics of their group.

His jealousy,possessiveness- He knows he has to keep his relationship a secret for the sake of the group because it is their secret too and yet he just can't help himself.

I feel RM and the others complain a lot about how he let's his jealousy get the best of him. Like how he almost exposed JM as his boyfriend on several occasions verbally( see previous post for further details)

Like how him getting jealous and possessive gives them away more often. I mean JM is bad at hiding it too but let's be honest JK isn't winning any awards with that bad acting. *sigh. He is hopeless.

But yes this is what led to the MMA standoff with RM. It is also the reason for the tensions between Jikook during Jin's birthday VLive (JM asked him to keep his distance because the members had tried to separate them earlier and so JM was just being salty af during this period. It had nothing to do with JK but the others. See Golden Disc and you'll understand)

This also led to their subsequent break up( which you will notice during the comeback interviews and promotions periods- I don't know about you but they were giving off two exes tryna to keep it happy for the cameras during that period but failed cos their interaction were just....)

PS: there are a lot of moments I want to point out but don't know where to begin cos there are a lot.

The blackswan behind scenes moments( JM asking JK if he he wanted to be in a subunit with someone else, JM making JK jealous during the interviews, JK using Tae to make JM jealous the next day, JK holding JMs hands not wanting to let go- he was missing his ex. Lol it's what you do when you have to be friends with that ex you still love and won't hesitate to touch them given the slightest opportunity and once you do you don'twanna let go)

Just look at that whole On comeback promotion moments. You'll understand what I mean.

Also the Run episode moments- you know the one JK almost beat Suga up with the frying pan- JM for this phase seemed to be to be trying to get back together with JK. Dude was clingy as fuck! And for once he was on his best behaviour, trying his hardest not to make JK jealous. I mean the Run behind scenes moment where JM was helping Tae clean off food residue on his mouth but stopped immediately when JK lifted his head. *insert skull head emoji. Lol

To say JM was a bit clingy during this getting back together phase would be an understatement. Remember his clingy moments during Suga's birthday Vlive 2020? And during Festa too? He was trying to get JK's attention and also impress him throughout.

Around this breakup moment too was when he was spending a lot of time with Tae playing video games with Army, posting their selfies at 4 AM and what not. It is also the same period he posted a picture of himself with his dogs on Twitter and said he was trying to spend time with loved ones- if that wasn't shade to JK!

They couldn't post 13th May because of these issues they were having. Not that JM didn't try though. He posted on the 1st, JK should have followed with 3rd but did was busy pouting somewhere. JM still gave us a 5/8=13 selca though so yaay!

What I'm trying to say is, their fight has been about JK not wanting to be separated from JM and JM asking JK to cool it off for a while to not cause trouble with the members and the company.

To which Jk responds with:

1. Interrupting JM's call with Jin during his VLive to ask him on a date and say I love you to him. Dude is a rebel, I don't know what you want me to say. He is not gonna cool it just because it makes the other worried he is exposing them too much.

Jk interrupting JMs live I feel got Jikook in trouble because after that Vlive JM never did a solo live on VLive again to this day. His subsequent lives have all been on YouTube.

I have a feeling he was penalized because that VLive exposed them. And no, I'm not being delusional. Jikook were both banned from doing a VLive together alone following their New Jersey VLIVE in 2019 when they- I don't even know how to describe what they did in that live!

And to make it less obvious, I think BigHit decided the others should stop doing solo Vlives on VLive altogether because now they all do their solo lives on YouTube as well and if they have to do a Vlive it is heavily monitored by BigHit staff or its radio and not done in their rooms too.

So I think Jimin got pissed at JK for doing that and getting them in trouble again. I mean if you heard him sigh during the new Jersey VLive you would know how frustrated JK makes him. He loves him too but.... Jk can be a bit too much ya know?!

Anyhoo, so I believe JM called for some space and told JK to take up interests in other things beside him and I don't know how JK took it but he responded with this:

Posting the cover of the song Not Never. Which was him basically saying for as long as he lives he will not never think about JM. As in he is never not ever keeping away from JM. We might have to pry Jimin from his cold hands! *sigh

Which leads to the radio Vlives moments,

Something Jimin said during his interview with suga caught my attention. He said it was nice that they get to speak with Armies at least like this. I believe all these were putting a lot of stress on Jimin as he has decided to take a break off social media prior to him saying so on this interview. But the wording of that statement also made be believe some thing or someone was preventing him from talking to Armies in the usual manner.

Earlier with RM he had said how he would go crazy if they weren't allowed to do certain things he was used to doing on stage as well. So that also raised a flag to me.

I had a feeling Suga had invited JM on that Radio live to address his 'issues'- including his issues with JK. Jikook have a subtle way of communicating with each other and somehow social media has a huge part in that. They not the only ones, Beyonce and JayZ also addressed their relationship issues through their music, going back and forth yet they lived together. I DONT UNDERSTAND THESE CELEBRITIES!!!

Sorry for the rant. Anyway I had a feeling JK was listening to the radio interview too.

Suga asked JM why he didn't come to his music video set to support him- which I believe he was referring to his Daechwita shoot. JM didn't go because, take a guess...

JK was there too. Lol. He had gone with Jin and even ended up filming a part in the music video. My guess is Jk thought Jimin was gonna be there because he always go to Support Suga and the others in times like that.

So Jimin responds with 'were you expecting me? .... I didn't come because I want you to want me more.' Now that's an absolutely random response don't you think? He couldhave said something logical like he had to record at a studio or something- unless he wasn't talking about Suga but was sending that message to someone else who was listening in. A certain man with a JM tatto ring on his ring finger perhaps??

JM from this response revealed he intentionally missed that shoot. He knew JK would be there and he wanted him to ask where JM was at it he wasn't at the shoot. It's also interesting how during this period JK was spending a lot of time with Jin. When he interrupted JM's Vlive call he was with Jin. He went with Jin to Suga's MV and Jin posted a selca of him and shirtless Jk dieimh this period too while JM was mostly seen with Tae. What does this remind you of??

MANILA. same thing happened when they had that Manila fight. Jin was with JM and we all know who was siding with JK!

Why would JM say he wants to be enacted more? Easy- He a slytherin and a Libra and those two mixed together is sinister. Kidding.

I believe JK intentionally took a step back from JM, to give him the space he wanted and it had JM feeling someway about it. Probably had him feeling JK didn't want him as much anymore. Dude is insecure we been known. He a Libra and a slytherin what y'all expect?

So I'm guessing JM put up the classic textbook attitude towards JK which had JK all confused because he had no idea what their issues were anymore or why his boyfriend was spending his nights at Tae. You want space, you got it. Why you mad?

So JK reaches out to Suga for help. because the intention was fix his relationship not have it plummet. Dude is in love with this man and will do whatever it takes to keep his relationship. *Sigh

Suga comes through for him with the interview. And I think JK put two and two together- literally. He comes up with still with you a few days after JM's interview and does a radio interview with Suga as well.

Now the focus of this interview was his "apology to Armies for his scandal.' But funny, cos his scandal happened a month before the interview. Suga radio had been ongoing after the scandal and yet this man didn't think once to come on it and apologize to Armies about an incident that BigHit had already addressed until JMs interview.

You don't talk about scandals. That's the protocol.

Let me also point out JK has had several scandals in the past of which he had never addressed in a Vlive let alone apologize in that way. Not saying he wouldn't, he hasn't. They themselves don't address scandals unofficially, that's the protocol and he knows it.

If they were allowed to think Armies would be more interested in him addressing the Tatoo gurl scandal not his Friday night happy hours with his friends. That apology was for Jimin not armies.

Also, he pointed out how still with you was written when he was alone in the dark thinking by himself. That sounds to me like something you do when you've had a fight with your boyfriend/girlfriend and they've packed their things and left your shared apartment.

Interestingly, Jk mentioned during Festa the rain fight. Still with you literally has rain drops sounds in the beginning of the song and also on the cover on sound cloud. Seems to me that whatever happened that night had JK reminiscing about times he'd fought with JM- the rain fight. Which is what inspired still with you (I will do a full analysis of that song and others soon here on my blog'

Yea, so he apologized to JM for their fight I guess and said he loves Army. *smirk.

And things started falling into place right after that. They started- Jikooking again. Jk called JM out on Weverse so they start their online flirting thingy- posting immediately after each other, 13, those kinda things

Things seemed good. Untill their Japan interviews when JK said spending time alone pursuing new hobbies was gold to him and JM saying maintaining his relationships with friends and family is good to him. Seems JK is still salty about JM wanting space. It will take sometime for him to get used to not being around JM 24/7. Know what I mean?

I don't think there was major tension there. Just two lovebirds shading eachother. *smirk I mean the passive aggressiveness of it all. Lol

I have a feeling JK will keep jabbing at JM with that because let's face it, he is the emo one in that relationship and most importantly he loves JM with all his being and wants to be with him always. A partner asking for space can feel like they are pushing you away or rejecting you. It triggers a lot of insecurities so I understand JK in that sense. They are both not wrong in my opinion. Space can be a good thing and hey at least JK got to read a whole book during this time! Who woulda thought!

And quiet honestly, if Jikook are real as I believe they are then these issues they are having pales in comparison to the hurdles that lie ahead of them for when they decide to come out or live as a forever couple.

I guess It is why JK put these lyrics in GCF Helsinki at JMs part:

Why do you spend your time leading the chorus,

When the war was just waiting before us?

As if you didn't know

I guess it's sums up what Jikook were dealing with during that period of you take into consideration the fact this was released end of December/ early 2020.

Jimin pays too much attention to what people thinks of their relationship as if he didn't know what he was getting himself into. ...

This has been a long one, chai! Sorry. I get carried away sometimes talking about Jikook. Lol.

So what is the state of their relationship? They good. I been told y'all JK is trying to bring back their old online filtering habits. He did it on Weverse when he posted about him reading and asking what JM was doing forcing JM to come out with a response.

He did the same yesterday when he posted a cover song after JM posted his selca on Twitter. They good. They more than good I believe. I will keep observing and will update y'all with my observations as and when.

Oh and I will be doing an analysis of his new cover may be later tonight. Until then its Jikook forever bishes! Gang, gang, gang,

I'M OUT!

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