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Hello again! Ok, this is kind of mean(?), it's a Steve Harrington x Reader leading to Eddie Munson x Reader with angst prompt 1, 19, 24 and Fluff 6, 19, 22. Steve is dating the reader after Nancy, and she has been in love with him for a very long time, but he never took the time to get over Nancy, so everything he does, he does "the Nancy way" - like getting the reader roses, because that's Nancy's favorite, while Reader's favorite are actually Sweet Peas (but Eddie remembers because he liked the reader from the start and every time she said something, he listened, and remembered)

I love mean. I got a little scared at the beginning because I thought you were going to leave a negative message !!

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough?”

“This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now.”

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

"I can't believe you remembered that" "I remember everything about you"

"I can keep you company till you fall asleep"

Eddie and Y/N have been friends since middle school. When Eddie had a buzz cut and she had braces. Once they made it to highschool and slowly made their way through puberty, their hormones began to grow.

Y/N felt herself falling for King Steve by the time it was his senior year and she was a junior. She's had a crush on him since freshman year but the word love seemed like it fit more as she got older.

For Eddie, his eyes never left her since middle school. He never bothered to look anywhere else. During freshman year he had to accept her type as Steve Harrington, someone he could never be. When they became juniors and she admitted she was in love with him, he knew they would never be. He accepted the idea of them only being best friends, accepting the comfort of being friend zoned.

Eddie hated Steve with every bone in his body. The news that Nancy dumped him traveled fast and Y/N was delighted to hear he was single. Eddie warned her that Steve is on the rebound part of his life and she needed to stay away.

How could she stay away when Steve began to notice her?

She couldn't ignore him when he waved and smiled at her in the hallway. And she definitely couldn't ignore him when he kissed her at a party, even if they both were drunk.

She excitedly told Eddie the news, he wanted to be supportive but he didn't trust Steve. He tried over and over to make Y/N see that if she went after Steve, she was going to get hurt.

That was a risk she was willing to take.

The couple made it official two months after the kiss. They've been together now for around five months.

Eddie kept a close eye on her, making sure she was getting treated the way she deserved to.

Y/N really liked Steve, and she wanted to make him happy. But the longer they were together, the more red flags were being waved in her face. She wanted to ignore them so she could just be happy.

But when her room is decorated with red roses, her heart wants to sink. The thought of her boyfriend getting her flowers made her heart skip, but they weren't her favorite flowers, they were Nancy's.

She tried to hide the disappointment with a big smile and kiss to his cheek. He left with a smile of his own, promising to be back later for their date for her birthday.

She placed the roses in a vase with a sigh.

Eddie walked in her front door like he lived there. A big smile on his face holding a bouquet of sweet peas.

"happy birthday my girl!" He screamed as he put the flowers down and picked her up, spinning her around.

She laughed and begged to be put down.

"I got you your favorite," her face broke into a real smile when he handed over the flowers. They were her favorite flowers.

He eyed the roses weirdly but didn't say anything. He smiled when she took out the roses and replaced them with his flowers.

That was one time Y/N began to see Eddie knew her better than her own boyfriend.

Another time was when Y/N was auditioning for the schools play. She was working hard to score the leading role. She was telling Steve and Eddie all about the songs, dancing, and the costumes. Both listened to her, but one was listening just a tad bit more.

The night of the play she was excited to see her boyfriend and Eddie in the crowd.

Eddie hated sitting next to Steve but Y/N bought them their seats together so he sucked it up for her.

"who is she again?"

Eddie wanted to roll his eyes. Y/N has been talking about this role for months and he can't even remember her character?

When the curtains closed and she ran to her boyfriend at the end, Eddie made sure to look away.

"you did great baby!" Steve congratulated her with a kiss. Eddie wanted to puke.

"yeah Y/N you did great. I don't get why you were worried about the ending scene. The change in the direction was definitely a good call. I'm glad the director took your idea."

Y/N was stunned. She was ranting about her ending scene idea months ago, she forgot she even brought it up.

"what ending scene changed?" Steve questioned.

That hurt Y/N. She told Eddie it months ago and he remembered, she brought it up to Steve last night and he didn't even remember.

Eddie scoffed and sent him a glare.

"your girlfriend changed the whole ending of the play because of her genius mind. Maybe if you paid attention to her, you'd know."

Steve was quick to defend himself. Getting in Eddie's face with his chest puffed out.

Y/N quickly stood between the two, "okay we are on school grounds. Lets relax and take this outside."

As the boys went outside she changed in her dressing room.

Eddie was fuming as the doors closed.

"what the fuck was that? Are you trying to make me look bad?" Steve accused Eddie as he stood over him.

"No you are making yourself look bad. You treat her like shit. I'm not stupid. You are looking for a rebound. I told her to stay away from you. You are only out to hurt her." Eddie was pissed.

He could treat her so much better, so fucking good.

Steve has the girl he always dreamed of, and he doesn't even care.

"that's not true!"

"yes it is! You don't even know her. You just treat her the same way you did with Nancy. You buy her Nancy's favorite flowers, you go to Nancy's favorite restaurant, you take her to Nancy's favorite drive-ins. You don't treat her as her own person. She's so much better than Nancy. She's way more beautiful, loving, and amazing. And you don't even notice the girl you have right in front of you. Too occupied with living in your Nancy fantasies through her!"

Eddie feared he said too much, Steve was going to find out.

"holy shit. You love her don't you?" Eddie went still. He wasn't supposed to find that out.

"you are filling her head to dump me. Why? so she'll run to you? Be the best friend that fixes her heart? You are fucking in love with her!"

Eddie didn't know what to say, everything he said was technically right.

"Eddie? Is that true?"

He wished he could disappear. Y/N stood in her street clothes, softly crying as she looked between the two boys.

Eddie was in love with her? How did she not notice? How did she not see he never once talked about another girl? No crushes. Nothing. He never said a word about anyone.

He swallowed his fears, it's now or never.

"yes it's true. I've been in love with you since middle school."

Her heart broke for him. Guilt filling her body, she can't imagine the hell she's been putting him through.

Steve scoffed, and her head turned to him.

"she doesn't love you dude. And she never will. She's been in love with me for ever. Who do you really think she's going to pick?" She's never heard Steve sound so mean and cruel.

Eddie's body flinched at the words, words he knew were true.

“You can cut me, bruise me and skin me alive, but you will not take her from me.”

Eddie protected her heart all his life, now she wanted to do the same.

"Don't talk to him like that. I can't believe I wasted so many years on you! You don't even like me do you? Just a shell for you to imagine Nancy in?"

Steve knew he was caught.

"What’s the point of trying if it just proves that I’ll never be good enough? I'm never going to be her Steve. This isn’t going to be fixed. You’ve ruined this for good now. And you're wrong. I will always chose Eddie”

She grabbed Eddie's hand and began to walk to his van.

Ignoring Steve's shouts for her to come back.

Once Eddie and Y/N made it back to her house, they stayed silent.

Y/N didn't know what to say. She feels horrible for how Eddie must have felt. And Eddie had no idea what Y/N was thinking.

"I'm so sorry," she broke down into tears. Sobbing painfully to herself.

Eddie acted fast, pulling her into his arms and cradling her head.

"hey there's nothing to be sorry for," he tried to comfort her but she felt even worse.

"no you told me this would happen. You told me I'd get hurt and I didn't care because I was only hurting myself. But if you told me that I'd be hurting you in the process I would have never gone after him."

"hey no. You are not going to blame yourself for this. I could have easily told you about my feelings for you. Okay? It was my choice not to."

She nodded at his words but still felt guilty.

She should have seen it. Eddie remembered everything about her.

Her eyes caught sight of the sweet pea flowers and her heart warmed.

"you always remember the things I never thought anyone would." She admitted.

"I remember everything about you" he confessed as he kissed her head.

"can you remember this one last thing for me?" She asked as she looked into his eyes.

He nodded

"no one will ever take me from you."

A few weeks have passed since her big blowout with Steve. And her feelings for Eddie have gotten more complicated.

She won't lie to herself, she always thought about Eddie in a more than a friend kind of way. She just never thought he'd like her back in that way.

But now she was conflicted because she didn't want him to think she only likes him because Steve and her didn't work out.

So she waited until she was positive she was over Steve.

And when Eddie and her got dragged into the upside down, they had bigger issues to focus on.

Steve silently watched Eddie and Y/N all throughout their journey in the upside down. He watched as they cared for each other.

Y/N practically took off a bats head when it attacked Eddie.

And Eddie practically sliced through venca when it gripped her against the wall.

Steve watched as these two fought to keep each other alive.

He watched her cry when Eddie sacrificed himself, sobbing into his bloodied chest.

He watched from the hallway as she laid in his hospital bed, refusing to move from his side.

He could easily see how much she loved him. And he won't lie, it sucked knowing she could have loved him that much too.

When Eddie finally woke up she practically crushed him in a hug.

Eddie laughed and slightly coughed in pain

"okay crushing me here."

Steve continued to watch through the window. His heart slowly sinking to his stomach when she kissed him.

The final blow was when she whispered:

"I'm in love with you too"

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j0kers-light · 6 months

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Hey hi loves! Keep in mind this is apart of my new discarded series where I share the deleted rough draft of my fics. 🖤✨

REMEMBER THIS IS NOT A COMPLETE WORK!

Let me know if you like me sharing my incomplete rough drafts! I'm actually quite nervous to see the response to something like this. 👀 my notes are weird. I was so nervous to post this omg.

J Stands for Jealous - Oneshot

The number you have dialed has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet. Please try calling again later.

You groaned in frustration and tossed your phone on the bed. If your hair wasn’t up in protective braids you would’ve ran your hands through your hair. When did it get like this? Calling, waiting up, and wishing for a smidgen of communication from Joker– only to receive absolute silence?

Joker being distant was putting things mildly. He had up and ghosted you.

One night you were kissing him goodbye and the next GCN reported that Joker had gone M.I.A. Funny how he was seen two days later shooting at Batman’s tank of a car down Dini Hwy but sure..he’s ‘missing.’

Joker was actively terrorizing Gotham City streets. He was only M.I.A in your life. A part of you wanted to create a missing person’s report but that wouldn’t end well.

The entire GCPD force would be breaking down your door by the time you uttered, “Yes, I haven’t seen my boyfriend, The Joker, in months.

You weren’t quite sure who put a label on this ill fated relationship but the minute it was established, everything started to fall apart.

You would lie awake at night thinking about the downfall to you and Joker’s relationship. Maybe you should have been content with the uncertainty and kept things vague. Not knowing where you stood with the infamous clown— but still together, was better than a missing boyfriend and an empty bed.

You found yourself watching the news like a drug addict trying to catch a glimpse of your man to make sure he was alive and well.

Perhaps he was just busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or whatever he does when he’s out messing with Batman. You couldn’t bear the thought of Joker cheating on you.

If Joker was cheating on you with Batman, you’d kill your self with a spoon but J reallllly wanted the vigilante dead so you breathed a bit easy on that front.

That didn’t stop you from freaking out anytime Joker grabbed a female on live tv. You watched with an envious eye for any inkling of Joker being attracted to her. Killing the poor girl put your mind at ease but then you’d feel awful for your lack of remorse. For now Joker had eyes only for you. But how long would that last was the burning question.

It became a vicious cycle of waiting for Joker to come home, calling his cell, it going to voicemail, or him straight up ignoring your texts, to crawling into bed and trying not to cry about it. But you couldn’t deny the inevitable.

Joker abandoned you and you weren’t some heartbroken blonde in an early 2000’s romcom.

You refused to cry and mope around the penthouse. You would not stoop to eating buckets of ice cream and assorted candies to overcome your heartache.

You happened to be a young, sexy, and intelligent woman of color with access to online dating apps! There were plenty of eligible men in Gotham who would kill to be with you.

You can and would move on. Screw Joker and his inability to provide what you desired! Constant love and attention.

Your hurt feelings morphed into petty vengeance and you snatched your phone from where you tossed it earlier in a blind rage.

Your thumb hovered over Bruce’s profile until you sighed and scrolled past it. No matter how much you wanted to rebound date anyone to get over Joker, Bruce didn’t deserve your toxic energy.

So you kept scrolling until you found the DO NOT CALL EVER AGAIN and the GURL HAVE YOU NO STANDARDS contacts. You should have deleted these contacts ages ago but you simply forgot.

You almost hit the dial icon on one of them until you swore you heard the front door slam shut– but alas it was just your broken heart playing tricks on you.

Joker wasn’t coming back and you had to accept that to move on. Your thumb hovered over one of your past tinder hookups.

“This is stupid! Just call the number, Y/n. If he answers, then flirt! He’s a classic tool, he definitely won’t care this is only a one night stand. Get what you need from him and move on!”

You gave yourself a pep talk but you just couldn’t do it. Even after Joker left you high and dry, it felt wrong to move on.

You threw your head back and groaned at the ceiling.

Why did you have to love Joker so much?! You still clung to the hope of him returning and loving you unconditionally but it was a fool’s dream.

“He’s gone Y/n. Maybe a walk will do me good.” It seemed to be a tried and true coping mechanism whenever your head was in a tizzy. It's what got you in this mess in the first place.

Clearing your head and walking to Chinatown. If you could go back in time and avoid meeting Joker, you’d hesitate to change things.

He gave you so many fond memories. You couldn’t erase that.

You donned some good walking shoes that matched your current outfit and headed down to the ground floor.

It was a beautiful day and you let your mind disconnect and breathe in some fresh air. This is what you needed. Some spent outside and not cooped up in that depressing apartment thinking about failed relationships. You felt more like yourself already.

You were mindless during your wandering and didn’t notice your surroundings until strong hands grabbed and yanked you back onto the sidewalk.

You yelped at the unexpected rescue and tuned out the honking and the slew of curses a taxi driver shouted at you through his window.

What did your carelessness cause this time? You were using the designated crosswalk and had the right of way, so what gives?

Your eyes followed the bulky arms still holding you, up to a handsome face animated in concern. It was then you noticed the guy who saved you was talking.

“—be more careful! These taxi drivers don’t yield to pedestrians anymore. Hey.. are you listening to me?” He eyed you up and down, mostly in concern but admiring your beauty all the while.

You were doing the same. A ray of sunlight beamed down and highlighted your hero’s honey brown eyes and you blinked in awe at his model-like features staring at you. Finally someone was giving you attention and the man was drop dead gorgeous.

Who could blame your brain for malfunctioning?

“Uh sure.. um.. T-Thank you.” You mustered after a few beats of silence.

He smirked at your stutter and flashed his pristine teeth your way. He was checking off all of your requirements in a male so far. Was it wrong to move on when you and Joker weren’t officially over?

The Devil on your shoulder told you to forget the clown and get to know this stranger. Your angel was oddly quiet.

“Don’t thank me just yet, I must confess. I’m thinking impure thoughts about you.” He said.

You quirked an eyebrow at his honesty but his baritone voice had you in an instant chokehold. And much to your delight, he kept talking.

“Sorry I can’t help it, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Because d__n. You are.”

Another checkmark on the ‘yup he’s datable list.’ You were prepared to risk it all. What were the odds of Mr. Perfect appearing in your life again?

You ducked your head to hide your smile and he wanted nothing more to tilt your chin up and see it in all its glory. Your smile was so radiant, he was a goner at a mere glimpse.

“I’d love to know your name, your number..” He sucked his teeth and stole a peek at your curves, “your favorite position in bed…”

He probably meant to say that last bit more so to himself but you still heard it. “Easy there.. At least take me out to dinner before you slut me out.” You laughed in jest but he leaned into your personal space.

“Oh bet? What’re doing later?”

Wait, that pickup line actually worked? You had to act fast or risk the chance of ruining the mood. You were so out of practice. You shielded the sun from your eyes and stared up at your newfound crush.

He was waiting for a response with a flirtatious grin. So you gave him one.

“You tell me. What do you have in mind?” You flashed him another smile that rivaled the sun.

He chuckled and subtly moved so he blocked the glaring sun for you. A small gesture you instantly noticed. He was tall but not overly so like Joker. You hated your brain for comparing this new guy to your estranged clown but you couldn’t help it.

Would this be a new habit; comparing insanity to normal?

“Confident and sexy. I like that. How about…” He fished inside his pockets and procured a business card. He clicked a pen and jotted something down on it before handing it to you.

You were so caught up in his charm you didn’t acknowledge his attire.

He was dressed for the office but currently laid back with his dress shirt folded up to his forearms, showing off veins that made you swoon, and a hint of ink crawling up his bicep. The writer in you was having a seizure.

He was the perfect sexy corporate alpha male and he locked down the troupe by handing you his business card with a wink.

“Get home safely, call or text me– whichever you prefer sunshine, and we’ll make plans for tonight. Sounds good?” He waited until you read the embossed cardstock in your hand.

Tristan J. Price. | Marketing | Court OwlHouse Books

You knew the publishing company personally. They presented you with a nice offer before Cindy counter offered with a contract you couldn’t refuse. You pocketed his phone number.

“Yeah, it sounds great! I don’t have a card but um.. my name’s Y/n.” You played with your hands and went for it. “I look forward to seeing you tonight, Tristan.”

He tested your name on his lips. “A beautiful name for a remarkable woman. I’ll see you tonight.”

You gave him a small wave and began walking back the way you came. Something told you to look back and sure enough, Tristan was watching you leave, biting his lip. He had no shame at being caught. His smile just grew wider and he sent another wink your way. Tonight was bound to be interesting. A whirlwind of butterflies were going crazy in your stomach.

You flushed in embarrassment and turned the corner– not once noticing your undercover security detail watching your every move and reporting it in.

Above all, Tristan was a gentleman and a shameless flirt.

You didn’t waste time with being coy, you called him the second you got home and he was more than pleased with your eagerness.

“I’m glad you’re home safe, sunshine. Now let’s talk business. Any allergies I need to be aware of? I really want to go all out and take you somewhere nice. You are definitely worth maxing my card out.”

You laughed and tried not to let his chosen nickname for you get to you. A subconscious part of you was still Joker’s Light, his bunny and every other pet name in between. You had no business being someone’s sunshine.

“Girl! Joker has clearly moved on! Get over him and let Tristan bend you over!” Your mini devil appeared on your coffee table and tried setting you straight. She enlisted help from her arch nemesis and you were shocked when your angel materialized next to her, nodding along.

“She has a point Y/n. It's been months. It's time to move on although.. I suggest taking this slow so no bending over on the first date.” She glared at your imaginary devil in disdain.

Tristan gained your attention when he asked if you had been to a certain restaurant. You were quick to reply and shake your head clear of any imaginary angel and devils talking to you.

You and Tristan talked all afternoon and at one point you asked if you were keeping him from work. “I’m on an important conference call Y/n.”

You could see his flirtatious smile over the phone and your heart warmed knowing you were important enough to take up his entire day. You didn’t mind the long conversation since you've been alone for months and needed human interaction. You honestly didn’t care that things were progressing way too quickly.

Tristan was a breath of fresh air and something new when you had nothing for months. Desperate was an understatement with how you felt.

Tristan didn’t need to know you were already in your closet picking out the perfect dress to wear tonight.

“Yeah Σtella is perfect. Will you make the reservations for us or let me guess. You know a friend of a friend that can get us a table on short notice?”

He laughed to himself but mentioned he did have connections, “None like that I’m afraid.”

You could tell it was nothing nefarious since Tristan didn’t have a single criminal bone in his body. After being around Joker for so long you could single out people’s evil intentions. It was one of the many habits you had to quit cold turkey.

Everything was set to go and Tristan ended the call to make the dinner reservations. He offered to pick you up but you politely declined. Something told you it was best to keep him far away from the apartment until you knew for certain that Joker wasn’t coming back.

A black dress was selected from your closet with a low back. It would go great with your braids and the heels you already picked out. Then you spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready.

Halfway through your glam session, Tristan texted you with a time and a cheeky line about saving room for dessert. It made you flush and make a split decision to change your underwear and bra into something more racy.

If nothing happened and it was just dinner then cool but if Tristan turned out to be a man of action and not just all talk, then you wanted to be prepared. You could be a slut for one night.

An unopened box was removed from your closet and you smiled at the expensive lace nestled inside. You were saving it for J but his loss.

You twirled in the mirror and liked what you saw. A strong confident woman moving on and getting exactly what she wanted.

You liked Tristan and he made it very clear that he liked you too despite just meeting earlier in the day. He wanted to see where this could go and you readily agreed being attention and touch-starved due to Joker’s absence.

For a brief moment you did stop and consider the possibilities of Joker finding out about this but after months of radio silence, you weren’t concerned.

Joker was very possessive but his actions showed that he didn’t care anymore. He ignored your numerous phone calls and texts so there was no point in having second thoughts.

It was safe to say you were single now so you would act accordingly.

However you weren’t going to think about Joker tonight. He was banned from your mind. You were going to have fun and enjoy yourself with another man and begin something new. Tonight was about you and your needs. You were a free woman.

You kept that thought in mind all the way out the door and to the restaurant.

“I still think that waiter was staring at you too much. I get it, you are stunning, but my brother. She’s on a date! With me!” Tristan tugged your hand until you laughed and stopped at the main entrance to your apartment complex.

“This is me.” You pointed to the locked door. Tristan admired the tall white building with a nod but there was an awkward air floating between the two of you. You didn’t want the night to end and neither did he. Thankfully Tristan picked up on your hesitation and spoke up.

“Y/n did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” It was a lame excuse to stay longer but it worked.

You giggled and looped your arms around his neck, pretending to think.

Dinner was textbook perfect and sealed Tristan’s hopes of a second date. He was ever the gentleman all night but his eyes were anything but. He listened to you talk and sprinkled in his opinions all the while complimenting you as a person. There was a connection between the two of you and he made sure the conversation kept flowing to allow that spark to grow. You where things were going and were glad that you changed into appropriate lingerie.

The food was amazing and you lost the fight on who would foot the bill. Tristan simply winked and said you could pay next time.

He was so confident that there would be a next time you found yourself agreeing on another date during the first. Everything was just so natural with him. Normal was… nice.

Tristan was a savvy businessman in and out the office and it showed in his actions. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t want to waste your time.

He had his eyes on you all night and poor attention-starved you was eating it up. Bystanders would have thought the two of you were a couple for years with the natural chemistry festering at the table. Tristan eyed you hungrily, you brushed your heels against his thigh, and the both of you smiled as if it were a secret.

Both of you were two consenting adults and you didn’t hesitate to throw caution to the wind and casually lead him towards your apartment.

You had plenty of time to think about your response.

“You did. Numerous times.” You said while biting your lip.

Tristan wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed. “Then pardon me ma’am for repeating myself. You. Are. Gorgeous. I'm kinda tempted to take this dress off and see what’s underneath. I bet she’s beautiful too.” He leaned down to kiss your neck and you squealed in delight.

Your eyes wandered around the area hoping that no one else was walking about this late at night in Grant Park. The street lights were on but it was just the two of you in the nearby grove. Tristan was sucking a hickey on your pulse when you locked eyes with a figure across the way.

He had a hood on but you saw him shaking his head at you in disappointment. He lifted his head and your eyes widened seeing the familiar clown mask Joker always left lying around the penthouse after heists. That’s when dread settled in your stomach.

You forgot Joker had eyes and ears everywhere. How could you be so stupid?

He never left.

“Hey, you tensed up just now. Everything okay, sunshine?” Tristan stopped and glanced around, trying to find the source of your distraction. By the time you glanced back across the street, the guy was gone.

You didn’t imagine things. Joker still had you looked after even if he wasn’t in the picture.

Tristan arched an eyebrow when you failed to speak. He knew all too well what was going on here and sighed. “I get it.” He smiled and cupped your face in his hold. He was too caught up in the moment to notice you trembling.

“I got competition, I’m not surprised. I mean look at you! All I ask is that you let me shoot my shot. Give me a chance eh? Will you let me do that?” He resumed kissing your neck and you had no fight in you to stop him.

He had it all wrong. You were more worried about your psychopathic jealous boyfriend killing Tristan and then you for cheating.

Joker had explicit rules. No one touches what’s his.

Not only did you go on a date with someone else, you were letting that same man kiss on you. You knew exactly what was in store for you.

You had to put an end to this.

“Tristan, w-wait..”

He didn’t listen, rather he kissed you fully on the lips to silence you.

You’ll regret this later or perhaps never but in your current mood; touch-starved and yearning for love, you allowed this to happen. You pushed Joker to the back of your mind and let yourself drown in this feeling. Tristan deepened the kiss and only pulled away to breathe and shoot his shot again.

“You gonna invite me up sunshine?”

You stared into Tristan’s eyes and weighed out the pros and cons.

You were a grown woman with needs and Tristan was ready to meet them all and then some. So what if one of Joker’s goons saw you? The odds of them snitching were highly unlikely and Joker clearly had more important things to do than care about you. Three months was a long time and you were desperate and needy, the pros outweighed the dire cons.

What could possibly go wrong here except you having a good time? Your mind was clear.

No other words were spoken. You scanned your nighttime key and led Tristan straight into your apartment building.

The morning was cold even with the bed sheets wrapped all around you. You yawned and swept an errand braid off your face before glancing around.

Waking up alone was your version of normal for months but this morning should’ve been different. You remembered your date the night before and the split decision to let Tristan come up to your penthouse. He was big on cuddling so waking up without his warmth was startling.

You sat up in concern. “Tristan?” Your own voice echoed back.

The sheets were rumpled next to you and cool to the touch. If Tristan was still in the apartment, he had been out of bed for quite some time. You automatically assumed the worst. You flung the sheets back to begin searching for your date but the second your foot made contact with the ground, you knew it wouldn't end well.

Your foot settled in something cold and wet. Your stomach turned, feeling the unknown texture but you still managed to look down.

Blood. You were stepping in a puddle of blood and much to your horror there was a trail of it that disappeared out of the bedroom and down the hall. No human could bleed that much and still be alive. Internet searches for your hit book series confirmed that fact.

If you had known last night this would happen, you would’ve listened to your instincts. You should’ve stopped Tristan yet you led him straight to his death. And you knew exactly who did it.

You snagged Tristan’s discarded shirt from off the floor and put it on. Shockingly, it was devoid of blood; You buttoned it up with shaky hands and tried to stay optimistic. It was close to Halloween, maybe this was a prank of some sorts?

What could possibly go wrong by going on a date and bringing them home for the night? If you were single– absolutely nothing.

But you were dating a literal psychopath with a penchant for knives and senseless killings. Joker didn’t need a reason to kill someon but you were stupid enough to give him one.

You didn’t want to confront Joker but your feet led you to the end of the bloody trail regardless.

The first thing you noticed was Joker’s unnaturally green eyes staring you down. It always unnerved you how J rarely blinked but today he was like a statue, watching your every move as you entered the living room.

Joker eyes traveled from your bare feet– your nails were painted a pretty green he noted; up to your exposed legs, to rest on the flimsy dress shirt you wore.

It wasn’t one of Joker’s and you swore his left eye twitched.

Wearing another man’s clothes was a blatant sign of disrespect and you immediately went into defense mode. “J-Joker.. You’re b-back! I though–”

His voice was deep and menacing when he cut you off.

“Did ya have fun with your uhhh, lit-le date? I sure did.” He grinned and it made you take notice of the blood splatter on his pale face.

Joker was far too calm leaning back in your accent chair, legs spread, with a lazy air about him. He was composed for a man drenched in blood. Most of it had dried in artistic streaks against his pale skin whereas some droplets still shined fresh and wet. His hands were the worst and he made sure to show them off when he began talking.

You couldn’t tear your eyes from the crimson staining his skin.

“I don’t think I’ve told ya this doll but hehe.. I don’t like others touching what’s mine.” Joker growled. He clapped his hands together, making you jump.

“So! I leave you for uhhh two? No! Three months to.. expand my operations and my bunny loses her way.” Joker sighed before pushing his hair back. You grimaced at the streak of red it left. “I go away and my bunny thinks she can play. I asked you a err question. Did ya have fun? Did ya enjoy borrrrrrrrrring old uh what’s his name?”

You were holding back tears but Joker didn’t like your silence. He rolled his eyes before raising his voice and repeating his last question.

You matched his tone, “You g-ghosted me Joker! You just up and left without telling me anything! I thought.. I thought we were over! You left me NOTHING! to go on! What was I supposed to do?!” At this point tears were running down your cheeks but much to your surprise they didn’t phase Joker. Normally your tears were his kryptonite.

Seeing him unfazed confirmed your worst fears. Joker was livid.

“Well. Let’s see Y/n. Not going on a daTe, not letting him talk to you.. not letting him touch you…. not flirting with him! NOT taking him home! NOT letting him sleep in OUR bed….. Not acting like a desperate little slut! You should.. have kept your legs closed but nooooo no no no no! No! You did it because you felt abandoned! You don’t listen when I pound it into that needy cunt of yours. You. Are. Mine.”

Joker stood up and stalked over to your sobbing form. “No matter how much… time… we’re apart. No matter how desperate you may feel. Oh shush shush bunny, I know. None of that matters. You are mine. Kay?”

Joker just kept twisting the knife deeper and deeper the more he talked. You couldn’t handle it.

“It's my fault really– for not making it clearrr for even dumb sluts to understand. No one touches what’s mine. So… I’ll let ya in on a lit-le secret.” Joker’s lips brushed your ear, “I cut his hands off first.”

You tried to turn away but Joker grabbed and held you in his arms despite your struggles. You got to witness first hand just how jealous truly was as he continued to brag.

(and this is where I said screw it and started over💀)

Oh! Here's my dumb writer notes for this oneshot! I keep a digital note on the actual google doc that I can reference while I'm writing hence why its at the end of what I've written instead at the top.

title? – jealous vibes

“So I lie in my bed and you run through my head,

Cause I’m jealous

I’m chasing you down

NEL you took it all

Do you really think i want you back

I had so much love for you to take

You took it al from me

Y/n moving on J ruining her chances.

anon request

Joker very distant lately always busy never around her anymore

reader very confused and upset. (((Now obviously he’s not cheating or anything like that he’s just too busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or something —but ohh well your insecurities get the best of you))).

3 months he wasn’t replying to her texts and when you called him it always directed you to voicemails.

It could be only two things he could’ve moved on from you or he is too damn busy to even pick up your calls…. So you decided to go on a date with some rando to push your feelings aside.

It was exciting at first, in the heat of the moment because you were a bit

attention-starved

having second thoughts about it all and how risky it could be. Joker is a very very jealous and possessive man and he could be literally everywhere you knew he had his goons looming around you to make sure you’re safe.

**** He either ruins the date or is waiting for reader at her apartment (disguise as waiter? Sitting at nearby table like in the movie? Watching the date?

literally however you want it you can even change some stuff in the middle I really don’t mind I just need more jealous joker (I have serious issues) it could be angst fluff smut

[halloween elements? Oct. 20 angst smut? Dark or soft?

J jealous over dates name tw: blood, dark J, choking

Examples: “Greedy wittle bunny couldn’t survive without some attention. Is that what ya needed hmm? You needed attention so badly you went out and gave my pussy away?!”

Bedroom hallway Floor not bed– J talks more about killing tristan during sex

Blood splatter on face all fours rough read BC for ref TRail of blood from the bed. Joker waking y/n in bed after the date.

#discarded wip graveyard #what could have been #is this okay?#his lighthouse

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teamsieben · 1 year

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Actually, let's talk about failed friendships. Because I am just in that depressing mood right now. It's a fun Tumblr activity to publicly post some of your deepest traumas, right?

3rd Grade : Things were going great with a girl that I was becoming friends with! I was even invited to her birthday party! There was a clown there. The clown never chose me to help with his tricks. I cried because I wanted to be chosen, and ran away and ruined her birthday. We didn't really talk again.

7th grade: Throughout 6th and 7th grade, I had a friend who really liked Minecraft. He was most definitely autistic, and I really liked to talk with him..or rather, I really liked him to talk to me. He talked a lot! But I was comfortable around him. He didn't judge. And then, in 7th grade, he was pulled from school to do homeschool instead. I gave him my email address, but it didn't mean anything, because he wasn't allowed to use the internet & easily misplaced things. I missed him for years after that.

11th grade: I was in Digital Illustration, which was a special class in a whole other building. All three high schools fed into it. I met someone from another school who dressed peculiarly (positive) and didn't seem to have any friends in the class. We became friends, though didn't talk a whole lot. We didn't share a lot of interests besides art, but it was fun to have him around anyway. Well, near the end of the year, he disappeared. The teacher told me that the reason he was out of school was confidential. So naturally, I got worried. He stopped responding to any texts, even months later. Basically, I have no idea whether this person is even alive. Fun.

12th grade: This one hurts the most. I had been friends with this girl since 8th grade. (She was kind of my rebound friend after that second kid left...) We were both artists, we both liked cartoons and anime, we had the same Myers-Briggs personality type, and we both had questionable parents. We had so much in common, that sometimes it felt like we were the same person. And whenever I deviated from being the same as her, I changed myself. I had a persona, with a fun little nickname, to match hers. I started going by that nickname in real life, just like she did. I repressed my feelings of not being a girl, and stopped swearing, and convinced myself I was asexual (and did actually become sex-repulsed), and I curated my OCs around her sensibilities (none of them could ever do anything wrong, not even the cartoonishly evil imp could put up a middle finger), because I wanted so desperately to hold onto this relationship, because it was all I had, and it was all I'd ever have. And it worked. For a time. She was a grade older than me, so we primarily talked through texting. Though, sometimes, I'd visit her house. (She never visited mine, because my house was disgusting and unfit for visitors, but that's a story for another post.) When I was there, I'd dream about living with her. About owning the same dishes, and sharing our responsibilities. I talked to her about this, and we became queerplatonic partners, though we rarely mentioned it much so it was easy to forget.

Then, in 11th and 12th grade, I started to realize things. First, that I was agender, and really preferred they/them pronouns. Then I got into the age regression community. Then I started to question if I was a system, because this "age-regressed persona" was really feeling like another person.

In December of 2021, I sent a website explaining what systems were. She was confused. I told her. About me. About us. About how the persona that I'd created, expertly crafted to fit with her as a friend, had actually turned into someone else. And that someone else..really wasn't around much anymore.

Maybe I should have used different wording. Maybe I shouldn't have told her at all. The point is, she couldn't accept it.

"You will always be one person to me. You will always be Reni."

At that point, it was pretty much over, though our last real message was in February. It was as follows: **Me**: Hey, I noticed you were online on the 3DS, I've been playing it a bit more lately, so I thought that was cool." **Her:** "Ok"

I know the single "ok" message meaning disinterest is a cliche. But at that point, I knew she didn't want to talk to me.

I still haven't deleted our message history, even though I really should. I still haven't even signed out of Telegram on PC. Because, I guess, there's this small glimmering hope that maybe one day, she'll realize she was wrong, and she'll reach out, because she's lonely and she didn't have anyone else. But then, what would happen? It wouldn't feel real. I'd fall back into the same cycle, of bowing to her. I don't even know if she realized the amount of power she had over me. A lot of it was just me, thinking she'd never keep being my friend if I didn't do it.

The last failed friendship story is after graduation, and it's explained in the previous post.

Anyway. Yeah. This is why I don't really try to make friends anymore. Every single time, it ends badly. It ends painfully. There are also countless other times where I tried, and it didn't even start. They had other friends who they liked better, they were too loud or Chaotic™ for me, etc. I've pretty much accepted that the only friends I'll ever have are in my head. Headmates don't leave, not really. And I don't have to worry if they want me to be different. They know everything about me, and I know everything about them. It's zero risk. Other people, in other bodies, are too risky. Headmates are safe. Even if they're not as real.

#vent #long post #-⭐

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niksfics · 3 years

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↬ FATE

↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

WC | 2.5K

You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

↝

You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”

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auburnaudry · 3 years

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Fractured Family - Matthew Tkachuk

Chapter 5:

A/N: So this took me a while to write because changing the main character to Matthew, after I had already written so much for Jake, threw me off a little and I really had to visualize what Matt would be like in this role! As always, feedback/suggestions are always welcome! If you have any questions about the story or on how different scenarios are handled in their relationship, feel free to ask! And just a side note, this Gif is Matthew’s best look and if you don’t agree...... you have no taste (respectfully).

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Summary: You go on your date with Matt and talk about the past! Sorry this is a shit summery lol

Word count: 4913 words

“Hellooooo earth to y/n/n” Kaylee was snapping her finger at you, trying to get your attention from across the couch.

Kaylee was over to hangout and then help you get ready for your date later on in the day, a date that you were extremely nervous for.

“Sorry I zoned out” you apologized, you hadn’t heard one word of the story she was trying to tell you, something about the new guy she was talking to. You felt horrible but you couldn’t get your mind to stop overthinking everything.

“Yeah I know, what’s going on in that crazy brain of yours?” Her tone was half joking, half concerned. You had been spacey all day and it was finally starting to show.

“It’s nothing” you waved it off, but everybody knows when a girls says ‘it’s nothing’, it is most definitely not nothing and its probably weighing heavy on her conscience.

“Come onnnn your not fooling anyone. Are you nervous for your date tonight with your boy-toy?” She joked to try and lighten the mood, but when she saw that your expression hadn’t softened she quickly became more serious. “Y/n, whats going on? Talk to me.” She pleaded, pulling her legs up onto the couch so she could sit crisscross, leaning forward slightly to prepare for you response.

You let out a small sigh “I just can’t stop thinking about Matt and questioning his intentions.” You looked down at your hands as you played with the strings on your sweat pants.

“What’d you mean?”

“I know that this is what I’ve been praying and hoping for for the last 9 months but I just can’t help thinking he is only doing this because we have a child together. Like he doesn’t actually love me, he just feels obligated to try things again. Or maybe I’m just his rebound from Lexi since I’m an easy option.” So many possibilities were running through your head.

The only possibility you wouldn’t consider was that of him still being in love with you. The reason you didn’t even want to think about it was because if you did think about it, you might start to believe it and if you started to believe it, you might get hurt again. The last thing you wanted was to complicate your relationship further. What you had going was good, it worked. Your son was happy and well taken care of and you could easily coexist with Matthew. But if he ever hurt you again, you weren’t sure you could ever go back.

“Do you wanna know what I think?” You nodded in response to Kaylee’s question, but even if you responded with no, she was gonna tell you anyway. “I think that psyching yourself out over questions you can’t answer is silly. You need to go into the date tonight with an open mind, pretend you just met him and your giving him a chances.”

“I can’t pretend to not know him, I can’t just ignore the past.”

“I know, and it’s gonna be difficult, but try. It might help to not center your conversations around Reign, focus on yourselves and getting to know each other again.”

“But I don’t know what else to talk about with him, that’s literally the only thing we have in common anymore.” you knew Kaylee was right but you were just in a mood were you felt like being difficult.

“I know for a fact that’s not true.” She shook her head not taking any of your B.S. “What did you two talk about when you were together before Reign.” she had a motherly tone about her, trying to help you see past your own stubbornness.

“That’s a good question.” You thought for a second “I honestly can’t remember, but I do know we laughed a lot.” you smiled to yourself thinking back to the good times you shared with Matt.

“Exactly! I’m sure tonight will be no different, just be yourself and it will come naturally.” You were about to argue again but she continued. “ and if it helps ease your mind at all, I know he is still in love with you and really wants this to work.”

“I hope so” you half whispered. You quickly changed the subject so you could stop worrying yourself with questions of the unknown.

You weren’t sure where the time had gone, but it was already 4:30 when you looked at the clock next, and you had to start getting ready for your date. Kaylee did your hair while you worked on your makeup, it was a perfect system. You went with a pretty natural look since you typically only wore mascara and concealer while Kaylee did your hair in perfect beach waves.

By 5:45 you were rushing to change into an outfit since you were a little behind. You put on black jeans with a black body suit. You picked out simple open toed heals and put you Hermès belt on to finish the look. It was simple but still dressy enough for dinner.

As soon as you put the last gold hoop in you ear there was a knocking at the door.

“I’ll get it, take you time!” Kaylee smiled as she hurried out of your room to answer the door.

You could hear, what you could only describe as baby talk, coming from the front of your apartment and you froze thinking Matt had either forgotten about your date and was just coming to drop off Reign or he couldn’t find a sitter and your date was canceled.

You tried not to look too defeated as you made you way into the living room where you heard your baby’s giggles and Matt’s voice.

When you walked into the room, you went unnoticed for a few seconds, so you just observed. Kaylee was playing with Reign on the floor and Matt was standing by the couch watching them play. He was dressed in a nice shirt and dress pants, holding a bouquet of you favorite flowers in his hand. Finally you cleared your throat to make them aware of your presence and Matt quickly turned.

“Hi” he smirked as he looked you over. For a man of so many words he was, for once, at a loss.

“Hey” you smiled back playfully.

“You look beautiful.” He walked towards you giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek as he held the flowers out to the side, careful not to crush them. “These are obviously for you.” He said handing you the flowers as he pulled away from the hug.

“Thank you they’re Beautiful, you know me so well.” And with that small statement his face turned bright red. Even after everything, he still remembered this little detail about you, it was impressive!

You walked to place the flowers in the vase sitting on your kitchen Island. You looked out into the living room when you heard Reigns little cries and were reminded of his presence.

“I’m guessing you couldn’t handle all the logistics since you couldn’t find anyone to watch him?” You said, mocking Matt’s statement from the day before as you nodded towards the baby and looked back at Matt.

“What do you mean? I did find someone.” He looked fake hurt at your lack of faith in him. “Kaylee’s going to watch him for the night.”

“Ohhhh” you now understood, feeling kind of stupid for not putting two and two together. “My brain is just not working properly today I’m sorry” you looked down at your hands.

“I can tell, what’s on your mind?” He reached out to grab your hand, pulling you closer and wrapping and arm around you waist while the other one was leaning on the island. You put you hand on his chest as you looked up at him. It all felt so familiar and comfortable but at the same time uncomfortable. You didn’t want to get your hopes up just to have your heart crushed again.

“All stuff we can talk about at dinner.” You said stepping away from his touch “let me just say bye to Kaylee and Reign then we can go.” You walked into the living room with Matt following closely behind.

You picked up Reign and gave him a bunch of kisses. Fake bitting his cheeks as you told him how much you loved him. Out of the corner of you eye you caught Matt staring, smiling bigger than you’ve seen in a while. The sight of you with Reign always seemed to make his heart skip, and he hadn’t seen much of it in a while.

After thanking Kaylee for watching Reign, you and Matt made your way out to his car. Once you got close he picked up his pace to open you car door for you before you got there. He was being a gentlemen tonight but it made you even more worried. Worried that it wasn’t sincere and he was just doing this for a quick fuck.

Nevertheless, you climbed into his car and proper your elbow up on the center console, leaning closer to the driver seat. It was a force of habit, something you only did with Matt when you two were still together. When you first started dating and he would pick you up, he would always make the comment ‘you’re too far away’ when you sat normally in the passenger seat. So on every short drive you leaned over the center console to be close to him.

But when he climbed into the driver seat you felt too close to him, so you sat back in the seat normally. If you hadn’t been looking at his reflection in the black screen of the navigation system, you would have never seen the way his face fell at your actions. But you kept quiet pretending not to notice so the date wouldn’t become awkward.

Any fear you had beforehand about going on this date quickly faded as you and Matt fell into easy conversation. You caught up on each others live because even though you still spoke often due to the fact that you had a child together, conversation only revolved around Reign. It was nice to talk about something other than parenting.

You pulled up to the restaurant Matt decided to take you to and you felt a knot in you stomach. When you and Matt broke up, it was a few weeks before his birthday. A few days before the fight, you had made reservations at this very restaurant for his birthday. He had been talking about how bad he wanted to try it out and you wanted to surprise him, but you obviously never made it there together.

“Uh oh, what happened what’s wrong.” Matt saw your face and automatically became panicked.

“Nothing nothing, just brought back a memory.” You gave him a tight smile to try and let him know everything was okay.

“The restaurant?” He questioned.

“Yeah, but it’s really not a big deal, it’s barely a memory.” You gave a slight giggle to let him know you were fine with eating there, cause you really were.

Your convincing must have been good enough because Matt hopped out of the car and made his way around to the passenger side. You slightly opened the door before he got there so he shut it on you just to open it again himself. He chuckled and you rolled your eyes.

He grabbed your hand to help you out of the car and you made you way towards the restaurant.

“So what was the memory.” He asked thinking that you were going to tell a story about a date gone wrong with another man or something since he had no memory of being there with you.

“Just before we broke up, I planned a surprise dinner here for your birthday with our-... uh your close friends.” You looked over and saw the frown on his face “you wouldn’t stop going on and on about how your teammates said this was THE BEST place to eat and we just hadddd to go.” You giggled trying to lighten the mood.

He gave you a smile back and you just hoped that you didn’t ruin the mood of the night. Talking back on your relationship was still a little hard since it was still kind of freshish and you guys were trying to work on things. So any mention of a bad memory made Matt tense up, out of fear that too much damage had already been done.

Thankfully your anecdote didn’t kill the mood and when you made it to the table, conversation flowed as normal.

After telling the waitress your food order, you were left with a lot of free time to talk about the past, present and future.

“Can I ask you something?” you started, looking down at your fingers, playing with them in you lap.

“Anything” Matt quickly responded.

“You said you realized during my pregnancy that you made a mistake and wanted to get back together, why didn’t you ever say anything?” You looked up at him ready for an answer.

He let out a sigh “Well uh ..... I really don’t know. I thought you would see, by everything I was doing and how involved I was, that I wanted you back and it would just happen naturally.” Now he was the one looking down at his fingers “and honestly I thought we were on the way to getting back together, and then the gender reveal party happened, everything was so good, until it wasn’t.” He looked back up at you staring into your eyes. “We kissed and it was perfect, I thought ‘wow I got my girl back’ and then you walked away, basically avoiding me the rest of the day.”

“I did not” you cut him off.

“No you most certainly did, and then everyday after that when we would see each other, you made it very clear that you didn’t want anything further than a co-parenting relationship.”

“I didn’t mean to be like that y’know.” You started “I just thought you kissed me by mistake, that you were caught up in the moment and didn’t realize what you were doing. Then after that I wanted to make sure things didn’t become awkward. I didn’t want you to think that I took the kiss the wrong way and expected more from you.”

“You always overthink way to much babe.” Your heart swelled at the pet name. “I promise you I’m not that complicated, you will always know how I feel about you, you definitely don’t have to second guess everything.”

“I know- I mean I did know that when we were together, but the breakup caught me so off guard I didn’t know what to think anymore.” You were trying not to become too emotional.

The waitress brought out your appetizers before you continued your conversation.

“That was so fucking stupid of me.” He stated after putting some of the calamari on his plate. You just looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “I was so fucking in love with you and I threw it all away because I was scared to live together.”

“Why were you so scared?” You wanted answers at this point.

“Because I brought it up with some of the younger guys on the team when you were dropping hints to me about moving in together the weeks before, they are dumb and immature and got into my head.” He was clearly sorry he asked young idiots for advice “then I made the dumbest decision of my life and I’m still paying the price till this day.”

“I wish you would have told me all of this sooner.” You stated bluntly.

“Why? Cause I don’t have a shot anymore?” His body tensed with worry.

“I’m not saying that, I wouldn’t have agreed to a date if you didn’t have a shot” you reassured him. “I’m just saying you would have saved both of us a lot of heart ache if you mentioned all this sooner.”

“I know, I’m sorry, if i could go back in time and do it again I would change everything...” he kinda got lost in thought, thinking about what could have happened if he never broke things off.

“Can I ask you another questions?”

“Y/n/n, just ask the question” he was half joking but also half telling you to stop prefacing your questions with ‘can I ask you a question’.

“Is it too soon to be going on a date after everything with Lexi?” You sheepishly asked.

“If your asking me if you are a rebound, the answer is most definitely no. If anything she was a distraction from you, or at least that what she was suppose to be” he took a breathe and debated telling you the next part. “anytime I was with her I was always comparing her to you, always thinking ‘if y/n was here she wouldn’t be complaining she would actually enjoy the time spent together’” you would be lying if you said that didn’t make you feel a little bit better. But he quickly changed the subject, clearly not wanting to talk about his ex with you. “Have you seen anyone since we broke up.” He asked and you jokingly glared at him.

“Oh yeah definitely, so many guys knocking down my door” You sarcastically responded. “Matthew, nobody wants to get with a pregnant girl.”

“You’d be surprised how many guys are into that” he chuckled. “And not to mention you’re a total MILF” He lighted the mood from the heavy topic you just covered!

“Are you flirting with me Matthew Tkachuk?” You jokingly question.

“Always.” You two continue more casual conversation as you finished your appetizer and were served your main course. You guys laughed and laughed as you ate your meal, something you had been missing with everyone else in your life, that only he could do.

“I haven’t seen your family in a while, how are they.” You later asked. Matt had just finished his plate of food and was now picking at the last bit of mashed potatoes and steak on your plate that you weren’t going to eat.

“Good.” He placed his fork down and looked up at you. “They really miss you y’know”

“I miss them too.” you had become extremely close to Matt family in the years you dated. Matt’s parents treated you as if you were their own daughter and you had a strong bond with Chantal.

“My mom always asks if you want to join whenever they come to spend time with me and Reign.” He picked up the fork and started picking again.

“Well maybe next time, I really would love to see them.”

“They would love that.” He paused a quick second “and I mean, I wouldn’t mind it either.” He gave you another one of his smirks.

After he paid the bill, you made the short walk back to the car. On the walk you felt Matt’s hand brush against yours and you thought he was going to grab it, but he didn’t want to push his luck, so he refrained.

He again opened you door when you made it to the car and helped you in. When he got settle into the drivers seat he glance at you.

“You’re too far away.” He sheepishly said as he stared ahead, starting the car. You once again leaned on the center console this time more comfortable with the action since he asked. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

10 minutes later you pulled up to your favorite ice cream shop. You looked over at Matt and smiled.

“You really do know how to win a girl over Matthew Tkachuk.” And at that, he smiled right back at you.

After getting your ice cream, you two sat on a bench and enjoyed each others company. It was such a good night and date, that you didn’t want it to end. But of course, all things come to an end.

“I should probably get you home.” Matt look up at you after finishing his ice cream. You were shivering without a jacket on.

“Yeah It’s getting pretty cold.” You responded as you both got up from the bench and made your way back to his car.

When you climbed in the car, you leaned on the center console again and Matt grabbed your hand once he put the car into drive. The ride back to your apartment was comfortably quiet. You were finally starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, this was actually going to work out.

You prepared for him to just drop you off at your apartment when you pulled up but he made his way into the parking garage and you knew he was going to walk you all the way up to your door. You both got out and made your way to the elevator, hand in hand.

You still had many difficult conversation that needed to be had about your relationship but those were sent to the back burner for the time being. You were happy you got to enjoy each other’s company and not worry about what was next or what was going to happen with your current setup. You got to act like a real couple, going out on a nice date.

You made it to you door and expected to say your goodbyes, but Matt asked if he could come in for a little. You, of course, were not ready to end the date just yet so you agreed.

As you walked through the front door you spotted Kaylee, sitting on the couch watching a movie. As soon as she was aware of you presence she got up and made her way over to you. Then a look of shock washed over her face as she saw Matt walk in behind you.

“I’m assuming the date went well then.” She giggled. You looked toward Matt and smiled shyly. He nodded in response to her.

“Okay well I’ll leave you love birds to it. Reign was really good, I just put him to sleep so he should be out for a little while.” She said as she packed up her things.

“Thanks for watching him Kay, we really appreciate it.” Matt responded before you had the chance to.

You hugged Kaylee on her way out and she whispered “I can’t wait to hear every single detail tomorrow.” Just loud enough for you to hear. You just chuckled and nodded closing the front door behind her.

When you turned around, you found Matt sitting on the couch, patting the spot next to him and motioning for you to join him. You took your shoes off and made you way over to him.

“You want to watch a movie or something.” He asked, you nodded in response as you picked up the remote from the coffee table and handed it to him. You sat down next to him but not so close that you were touching.

Matt scrolled through Netflix and Hulu giving you options to watch! You settled on 50 first dates since it’s one of your favorites. After pressing play, Matt stood up to turn all the lights off. He still remembered that lights on while watching a movie was one of your pet peeves. It’s not like it was all that long ago that you dated, you just always thought he never cared enough about the little things. Tonight he was proving you all wrong but in the best way possible.

When he returned to the couch he pulled you with him to lay down, so you two were cuddling on the couch. Your bodies fit perfectly together and you wondered why you two ever broke up in the first place.

As the movie went on, you started to feel Matt’s hands roam your body. It wasn’t in a way that made you uncomfortable and it wasn’t sexually charged either. He was simply getting reacquainted with your body. But at some point when you looked away from the TV and up at Matthew he leaned in and kissed you.

You were in the middle of a firey make out session when you were interrupted by the cries of your baby. You both groaned and pulled away. You quickly hopped off the couch and made you way to Reigns room, picking him up out of his crib and hurrying back to the living room.

Everything felt so domestic that when you got back, you sat down on the couch and started breast feeding in front of Matt. You wouldn’t have given it a second thought until you saw the expression on his face and you remembered that he had never seen you do that before.

You continued to feed Reign but moved you shirt so you weren’t as exposed and adjusted you body so you were slightly turned away from him. You were a little embarrassed, since you could have just done it in the nursery, now regretting your decision to come out into the living room.

“You can- uh- play the movie.” You looked over at Matt, he was still staring but you couldn’t really read his expression. You hoped he wasn’t judging you. He nodded and turned away, proceeding to play the movie.

When Reign was done feeding and you got him to burp, you quietly made you way back to his room, where you placed him back down in the crib.

When you came back to the living room, Matt once again pulled you down on top of his body, hugging you tight.

“Your an amazing mom y/n/n” he whispered as his face pressed against the side of yours. You turned your head and leaned in to kiss him.

“And your a great dad” you said against his lips. The kissing quickly turned heated again and his hands were roaming you body for a second time that night, but this time with sexual intent behind it.

Matt flipped you both over so he was on top and pulled down the top of you shirt to give him access to explore you chest. As he started trailed kisses down your body, his left hand was trying find the button on you jeans. He eventually gave up and started to slip he hand into you pants but you quickly grab his wrist, placing his hand back on your hip. He kissed back up you body but stopped when he made it to your face.

“You okay?” He whispered, clearly concerned.

“Uh yeah yeah-”you trail off “I just don’t want to rush anything.” He nodded in understanding.

“Of course, I don’t want to do anything your not comfortable with or ready for.” You smiled and he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your lips, bringing the mood back down to a comfortable cuddle. You settle back down into a spooning position and he rubbed his thumb across your stomach as his hand rested there, leaving kisses on the back of your neck every so often.

The movie ended but you continued to sit in your same position while the credits rolled. After a few mins you started to doze off, but you were brought back to reality when Matt spoke.

“I should probably get going or else I’m going to fall asleep here.” You both worked to sit up and get off the couch. You waited for him to get his keys and wallet together and put his shoes back on before speaking.

“Thank you for tonight, I had a really good time.” You made direct eye contact with his baby blues.

“So does that mean I get to take you out again?” He questioned in a playful manner.

“I’ll think about it.” You joked back and walked to give him a hug.

“Don’t think too hard.”

As you pulled away from the hug Matt leaned in and your lips connected. Once you pulled away, Matt rested his forehead against yours.

“We’ll talk tomorrow?” He questioned

You hummed in response “and can you please text me when you make it home?” Something you always asked people you cared deeply about. This time he hummed in response.

“Goodnight y/n.”

“Goodnight Matty.” And with that you closed the door behind him. You leaned you back against the door and slide down until you we sitting on the ground, a huge smile stuck on your face. The night couldn’t have gone any better. You were happy but still scared, scared that if you let you walls down too soon, he would just end up breaking you again.

You made your way to your bedroom and went through your nightly routine. You quickly changed into sweats and an over size t-shirt and tucked yourself into bed. You scrolled through Instagram for a few mins before you got a notification on you phone.

Matty:

Just got home.

Y/n/n:

Ahhh for once he actually texts me 😲

Matty:

What can I say.... I’m a changed man

But on a serious note thank you for giving me this chance tonight. I know it gonna take more than just one date to get you to take me back but I hope this was a good start.

Y/n/n:

I want us to work Matt and I can tell you trying! Thx for the wonderful date <3

Matty:

Goodnight babe ❤️

Y/n/n:

Nighty night Matty <3

Vibes from dates night:

#Matthew Tkachuk #matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk fic #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl fanfiction #calgary flames

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Ok this is gonna be long. I’ve literally been slowly working on this for… too long. I’m just in a mood to have a long discussion about ships. I’ll be looking at canon and not, so bare with me. I don’t ship all of these personally. I’m mostly just picking the most popular ones. I chose to leave out a few that I just don’t want to talk about. I tried to keep this loosely chronological, but that quickly went to hell. None of this is meant to be hate towards anyone’s ship, just my personal opinions on each of them.

Canon:

Scott x Allison: True Classic

Scallison is so sweet as it is truly the epitome of young love. Romeo and Juliet, except Romeo is even more of an idiot and Juliet is a badass who dies for a cause. They’re moral and ethical codes are both highly valued by themselves, even if they don’t align with others very often. They loved with everything they had. They were beautiful. We’re they soulmates in the end, or just the first love who will always hold a special place in your heart? Who knows, but I’ll always love these immature kids who thought their love could change everything.

Stiles x Lydia: The Long Awaited

Stydia is as slow burn as you can get. Unfortunately their actual getting together was slightly rushed in my opinion. They didn’t have time to find their own as a couple because Stiles just wasn’t in the show enough at that point. I know the reasons behind it, but it did leave this couple at an awkward stage of official-but-not-shown. The idea that Stiles loved her as a kid, immature and infatuated, and he saw her for who she really was, will always be cute. Then they grew, changed, became friends, and found other people. Them finding each other later on, having real love that’s developed slowly, is a wonderful arc. Though, a part of me will always believe they should have pursued other story lines in the wake of Stiles’ absence from the plot. They’re finally together! …but we don’t get to see it.

Jackson x Lydia: The Image

Oh Jackson and Lydia. Honestly, I love them. Their connection at a time in their lives when they couldn’t open up to anyone else, just hits me right in the feels. I mean, god that HUG. You know the one. Always brings me to tears. I’m so sad their relationship was almost entirely depicted during Jackson’s kanima time when he couldn’t think nor truly act for himself. Those small moments of scared vulnerability when he wanted to protect her from himself… I’ll miss these two. They deserved to find other people and remain life-long friends. I loved their moment in the last episode. I wish they’d gotten to see each other grow. Also they had such bixbi solidarity vibes, and I’ll die on that hill.

Scott x Lydia: Leaders

Ok, I’m gonna be honest here. I ship it. The power couple they would have been?? Also them coming together after they lost Allison would have actually made sense. A part of me kinda wishes the writers had moved on from Stydia as a romantic relationship and leaned into them growing as friends and Stiles moving on from his childhood crush. Scott and Lydia actually would have had good chemistry. They were both very headstrong heroic types, but Lydia would have balanced Scott out well intellectually. They had the history, and I think it could had worked if they wrote it right. Plus, Scott and Lydia would have been a better endgame that Scalia.

Scott x Kira: New Beginnings

These two were adorable. Kira was a badass, don’t get me wrong, but she let herself be soft in a way Allison was always afraid to. This couple was truly Baby. Absolute dorks. I can definitely see the lasting quality between the two of them. They saw things very similarly, and had a ton in common. I do think Kira deserves more characterization outside of their relationship, like more of her friendship with Malia. Overall, her departure from the show will always be sad to me. It was bad writing. Scott was over her far too quickly.

Aiden x Lydia: Pretty People Herd

I honestly didn’t see much between these two other than mutual attraction. The best thing to come out of this relationship was Lydia’s line, “You’re not just a bad boy, Aiden. You’re a bad guy. And I don’t want to be with the bad guys.” Good character development moment.

Ethan x Danny: Step to Redemption

Danny really was the thing that made Ethan look outside of the pack for what he really wanted out of life. They had a few cute scenes. Gotta love Danny’s final remarks, “Dude, it’s Beacon Hills.”

Allison x Isaac: Unexpected Rebound

Ok, I like these two. Isaac could match Allison’s snark in a way Scott couldn’t. They both fought the progression of the relationship slightly. They didn’t expect to fall for each other. They were less willing to let someone in close. I’d love to have seen more… but unfortunately their time was limited. On a side note, sometimes their relationship did feel like ‘we both are in love with the same guy, let’s cope with each other’, but I find that completely valid. I’ll talk about Scallisaac later though.

Stiles x Malia: Anchors

Ok but, them <3 I love what they did for each other. Stiles was able to help Malia connect to her humanity and other people. He never tried to isolate her in their relationship and encouraged her growth. Malia offered Stiles the emotional support he never asked for. She defended him, fought for him, and loved him fiercely. Stiles needed that so much after season 3. I think they were a love that wasn’t meant to last, but the impact of it was forever. I wish we’d gotten to see a real end for them where they agreed that they needed to grow as individuals but would always still care.

Liam x Hayden: Three’s a Pattern

These two’s characterization stopped whenever they had storylines together. Their relationship was built on Scallison references. Hayden’s character could have been interesting, but they never really gave her a moment to shine. Liam has the worst plots when they revolved around her. Cute couple, poor writing.

Derek x Braeden: Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl Boss

Derek deserves to be happy so much. Kate and Jennifer were just... jeez. Him and Braeden were cute and deserved more screen time. I think her intensity allowed for Derek to let go of control a bit more comfortably. Let Derek Be Soft. Anyway, love them.

Corey x Mason: Gotta Have That Rep TM

These two could have been cute if they were shown for more than two seconds at a time. I highkey forget Corey even existed all the time. Kinda just felt like a relationship to fill TW’s gay quota.

Jackson x Ethan: The Callback

Honestly? Loved them. Loved the chemistry. Loved the dynamic. Best twist. I know it was probably written in like that because Colton came out during his time away from the show, but it absolutely fit his character. Jethan is top tier.

Melissa x Chris: BAMF Parent Duo

Ok, so like, Melissa deserved this plot. She deserved someone to care about her. However... what the hell? Chris? In canon, his wife died like 2-ish years prior? His daughter died 1 year prior?? Is Chris really in a position to pursue a new relationship?? Also, like, Scott and Allison dated and loved each other up to her death. Kinda weird to have their parents hook up. I don’t hate it, but I don’t ship it…?

Scott x Malia: Lead up? What’s lead up?

These two came out of nowhere I stg. Like, 6B really tried to tell us this was something that had been slowly developing in the background? Also, I understand that they are their own people, adults, and completely in charge of their own romantic pursuits: but did Scott seriously never call Stiles? Like, Malia wasn’t just his first girlfriend. She was his first. Like, dude that’s your best friend?? Not even a head’s up? No, ‘hey would this bother you?’ Oof. Plus Malia was way too chaotic for Scott. She existed in gray morality that always prioritized her immediate circle, and Scott was a very black/white type of heroism. I just didn’t feel like they fit.

Non-Canon:

Scott x Stiles: Childhood Best Friends

Ya, sorry, I don’t ship Sciles at all. I get it. Like, I totally understand the ship, and I mean no judgment at all. I just see them as friends. I really value good male friendships in media because I feel like we don’t get enough, and I always liked these two.

Stiles x Derek: Enemies to Lovers. 100k. Angst. Hurt/Comfort.

God these two really are what fanfiction was made for. I could write a much longer discussion about Sterek, and I probably will eventually. I’ll try to keep this brief. These two weren’t always on the same side, but their approach was the same. They were very similar at their core. Plus, wow the chemistry. This should have been canon. Jeff’s a coward.

Allison x Lydia: Powerful.

This ship is so great. They really had a great dynamic, and a romantic plot would have easily fit the established narrative. Lydia’s confidence in herself and Allison’s confidence in her own abilities crossing over to each other because that’s what the other lacked? Iconic.

Danny x Jackson: He Gets Him

Danny really saw Jackson for everything he was and still cared. I wished we’d gotten to see more of them. I want more background with Jackson’s eventual coming out and his friendship with Danny. Like, they ended up dating the same guy. What did Ethan have to say about that??

Stiles x Jackson: Bastards

Ok these two had a super fun dynamic. The asshole-energy between them was, great. The snark was always so entertaining.

Melissa x Noah: Family

How were these two not endgame? Their sons were practically brothers already. They had amazing chemistry. The flirting? Not to mention, their timeline would have made way more sense. Missed opportunity.

Chris x Peter: The Opposite of Love is Indifference, Not Hate

Ok so like, this was definitely one of those ships that I had absolutely no knowledge of before I was pretty into the fandom. Like, this was not something I would have guessed just after watching the show. That being said; my god the chaos alone…

Scott x Isaac: The Disaster Duo

Okay ya I love these two. Two dumb asses who act like idiot puppies. Such a fun dynamic. Plus?? Chemistry??? Hellooo

Scott x Allison x Isaac: Three Heads Are Better Than One

This ship is definitely one of my personal favorites. I very rarely poly-ship. I just feel like most of them are just love triangles with an ‘easy solution’, when two of them have no real connection. That is so not the case here. I feel like all of them have such great chemistry with each other. They also have a great dynamic as a group. Season 3A was really just Scallisaac rights.

Stiles x Isaac: I Hate You, jk…Not Really

Ok I loved their banter, but I really just don’t see this ship. Idk, I don’t personally ship it. Would have loved to see their friendship develop more tho.

Erica x Allison: Duo that would stab you with a stiletto

I don’t ship it, but I do wish we’d seen them become friends. I feel like they had a very artificial ‘girls fighting over a boy’ dynamic? They could have been such a badass duo.

Stiles x Erica: Batman x Catwoman

Ok I’m not sure exactly how to express my feelings for these two so bare with me. OMG I love their dynamic so much, and they are sooo cute. Their energy? Amazing. Chemistry? Great. History? It’s there and has so much potential. 10/10. Love them. But, no, I don’t ship it lol. Just really love their friendship, but with the underlying history of crushes.

Boyd x Erica: Was This Not Canon?

How can anyone not love Berica? Ugh they are adorable. These two deserved so much better.

Boyd x Cora: Survivors

Honestly I don’t really see it? Like they definitely had a connection, but it never felt romantic. I really feel like they just had to lean on each other and bond to make it through captivity, and it just lasted.

Boyd x Erica x Cora: The Pack

I literally learned this was a ship a couple days ago. Similar feelings towards this as Bora, but with the added hesitancy of we never actually saw Erica and Cora interact.

Cora x Stiles: Slow Build Up

These two were clearing being lined up to be a thing before Cora ended up leaving. I can’t say I’m disappointed they never happened. Kinda felt like they just wanted to straight-code Sterek.

Cora x Lydia: Mean Lesbians

Not much interaction to actually go off of, but yes I 100% support. They have very different approaches to problems, which is fun. Very ‘opposites attract’.

Malia x Kira: “Maybe you could date the coyote?”

Another one of my favorites!! They really complimented each other. Also, how full circle would they have been? They were introduced in back-to-back episodes. Malia stalking her as a coyote? The line from Kira’s dad about dating it? It would have been so funny if that ended up happening.

Malia x Lydia: Beauty and the Beast, but make it wlw

These two were fun. I liked their friendship, but I don’t really ship it. Though, rip Stiles that would have been hilarious.

Parrish x Lydia: The Cop and The Minor

Must I say more? Like, Parrish’s character, so sweet and big rule follower, did not make sense for what went down with Lydia. I love Parrish, but the dynamic just felt off. It didn’t feel consistent with the rest of his characterization.

Parrish x Stiles: The Cop and The Minor, but gay?

Ok, same reasoning as above, but also they had absolutely no connection romantically.

Scott x Theo / Stiles x Theo: Sometimes The Villain is Hot

Ok I’ve put these together because I have the same opinion for both. I don’t ship it. Neither had any rebuilding of trust, and Theo really hurt both of them. I just don’t really think they work.

Mason x Liam: Sciles Puppy Pack Edition

Similar to my feeling about Sciles, I just don’t ship these two. They had a good friendship, from the little we saw of it.

Theo x Liam: Anchors 2: Electric Boogaloo

Another personal favorite! I really don’t even understand why this didn’t go canon?? The elevator scene was just, so intense. They helped each other grow in 6B, and I really loved their dynamic. They should have hooked up.

Honorable Mention?:

Parrish x Laura: What’s canon?

I’ve seen this in fanfic a lot, and I actually really like it lol. I thought I’d add it in here because I do love the creativity of fandoms.

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linkspooky · 3 years

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HI! I love reading your metas! They're really insightful and they make me appreciate series I love a heck of a lot more. Especially JJK and MHA. Could you talk about what some of the characters cursed techniques may represent in the story, im super curious on what you could say on that.

Sure, but I’ll just do the main four characters for now because that’s easier. I’m also going to simplify the cursed techniques because that’s easier to show how they’re symbolic in story. Gojo’s two main techniques are “the infinity” and “unlimited void”. They each serve as symbolism for the central flaws of his character.

The infinity is something which makes it impossible for any techniques to reach Satoru. It makes him untouchable at all times.What is Satoru Gojo’s greatest difficult as a character? It’s getting closer to other people.

Gojo has it in his head that the only person who can stand next to him is someone equally as strong as he is. Which is why he allowed Geto in for a long time, until Gojo became “the strongest” alone. In the year after that moment, Gojo and Geto grew further and further apart because Gojo was now strong enough to handle every mission on his own. When Geto just leaves, Gojo is shocked that he can’t reach him. Gojo is an untouchable person, and, someone unable to reach the person he truly cares about in time. He can’t touch Geto, at least not in a way that matters, not in a way that would save him.

This is also something Kamo Sr. complains about later, specifically referring to this scene. For Gojo, other people will only ever be something that gets in his way, specifically because of his cursed technique.

Gojo’s second technique is the unlimited void. He specifically says this to Jogo when using it against him for the first time.

Here’s thes skinny, the real irony here is he’s talking about himself. Gojo is someone capable of anything, and yet he’s incapable of affecting the world in the way he wants. He wants political reform,but the way to do that is to bow your head and play politics, the two things Gojo is terrible at.

Gojo is someone who can do anything, and yet at the same time fails at everything he sets out to achieve. His great power doesn’t really enable him to do anything he wants, because he’s just one person like everybody else in the world. He could kill all the higher ups but that wouldn’t change things. Gojo is bad at politics so, when he fails in Shibuya, he’s the one who ends up exiled and blamed for letting himself get sealed by the elders who hold all the true power in the situation.

His domain is the perfect metaphor for his character, someone who simultaneously holds all the power and is ultimately powerless.

These other ones are going to be a little bit quicker because we haven’t gotten as many details on their cursed techniques. There’s some serious foiling going on with Yuji and Megumi’s cursed techniques. Yuji and Megumi both revolve around the concept of the shadow. The shadow is the other self, or the repressed self. Both of these characters deal with a lot of themes of repression.

It’s commented several times that Megumi has way more potential, having inherited what is most likely the most powerful technique in the Zenin arsenal in the ten shadows. However, at the same time he’s someone who ignores his own potential my repressing himself.

Megumi is someone who continually represses himself by saying that there’s no way he could ever be as strong as Gojo. He pretends to be weaker than he really is. However, repressing himself is what makes his shadow grow even more powerful.

Megumi and Yuji are both characters who are built around the idea of repressing themselves until they go nuts. They’re both embodying this jungian idea of the other self, the repressed shadow. They both, flip, for lack of a better term.

Megumi is all silent brooding until he goes crazy with power. We don’t know what Yuji’s technique is, but not only does he show the same behavior, all smiles on the surface until he flips out into a violent rage. Yuji also specifically has two sides to himself. The other side is Sukuna, a violent murderer. We’re also shown gradually, over the course of the story, the two sides coming closer to one another.

Both Megumi and Sukuna repress themselves, so their selves are split. Megumi has a shadow based technique, as a metaphor for his true potential being much, much more than he says it is. Sukuna being the flip side of Yuji, shows how Yuji divides himself betwee his “violent self” and his “friendly, nice guy” normal self that he uses mainly to interact with others. Megumi suppresses his potential, Yuji his violent side.

Nobara’s main technique is using pins into a straw doll, to hurt others in the same area on their bodies. (Simplifying, for the sake of time). Rsonance inflicts pain on another person using an effigy, like a hair, or blood, connected to an avatar like the straw doll, or even in some cases her own body like in Origin of Obedience.

It’s actually a pretty common place way to curse others in japan, like you could buy a doll, tie someone’s hair to it, and then stick pins in it. It’s like ouji boards are for us, it’s like a curse that’s in the common popular knowledge. A teen girl might try to curse someone if their boyfriend cheats on them. It’s like how people in america can have witchcraft phases when they’re teenagers (not talking about like, actual practicing wiccans and whatnot). There’s also a commonly used phrase in japan, “When you’re cursing someone prepare to dig two graves.” It means, that in the decision to curse someone else, the curse might rebound and affect yourself too. Like, how revenge won’t just hurt the person you want to avenge yourself on, you might end up hurting somebody else, or even yourself in the process.

Not only does Nobara physically experience this once, she curses herself using resonance in order to harm somebody else by using her body as the straw doll proxy. Nobara’s central character trait is her complete lack of sympathy for other people.

If you try to get Nobara to sympathize, her usual response is “I don’t care.” Nobara being low empathy doesn’t mean she’s a good or bad person, it’s just a facet of who she is. However, she is a very self righteous person. Which factors into her cursed technique, she’s the kind of person who could curse, inflict pain on another, without thinking about how it might rebound and affect her or someone else. Which is exactly what the straw doll proxy does, it inflicts pain, one nail at a time. Nobara doesn’t like it when good people get hurt, same as Yuji, same as Megumi, but when she sees herself in the right she has no problem at all punishing what she calls a “bad” person.

#Anonymous #jjk meta #metasks #jujutsu kaisen meta #cursed techniques #cursed technique #nobara kugisaki #satoru gojo #itadori yuji #megumi fushigoro

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𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Pairings:Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Genre:Angst,Songfic

Song name:Washing machine heart by Mitski

(A/n:I'm sorry for not posting for a while, I ran out of ideas lately)

"ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ?"

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"𝙏𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩."

"Yahoo, Y/n!!" The brunette setter waved as the h/c girl just smiled at him, somehow the different perspective she viewed of him was different...

"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚."

"You look so cute today, Tooru!" She squeezed his cheeks with a seraphic smile but not as cute as Kuroo tho.... she thought.

"Let's go home?" He sheepishly pointed, she nodded as they walk side by side. The sound of cars honking and the audible chatter of the people reached their ears, the brunette then reach his fingers out to intertwine with her pretty fingers, a tint of blush was spread on their cheeks God he so clingy... the h/c thought.

Once they got home, Y/n immediately let go of his hand to grab her phone then text someone else, Oikawa sighed as he put his bag down to go to the kitchen "Make ham and omelette for me, babe." She ordered across the living room as the sound of TV enveloped the room "Yes babe." The captain smiled as he grab eggs from the fridge, he is willing to do anything for his loved one, opposite for her tho....

Oikawa put the ham and omelette to the plate then remove his apron, he made his way to the living room to call for her when he caught a glimpse of her conversation with Nekoma's captain.

They were both exchanging selfies to each other then send flirty texts after that, she never does this to me... the setter thought, a hint of dejection on his eyes. He wasn't surprised tho, ever since they started dating, Y/n kept comparing him to Kuroo since they are both captains and have the same personality, the nekoma captain cheated on her so she broke up then she transferred to Seijoh, and that's where they became a thing, funny how two cheaters are meant to be.

"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙

𝙏𝙤𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩."

Seijoh won against Nekoma in a match, the team celebrated in victory as the captain's first thought was to get to his girlfriend. He ran to her with a big smile and victory on his face, his expression dropped when she saw that she was a little dejected "Y/n, we won against Nekoma!" Oikawa smiled as he wrap his arms around, she rub his back as she broke the hug, the sound of people's chatter still reaching their ears.

"Tooru, your serves are so good! But they are nothing compared to Kuroo."

Y/n chuckled as she went to the rest of Seijoh to congratulate them, Oikawa stood there with a dejected and remorse feeling, of course he expected that why would he be sad? He would just accept the fact that she will choose Nekoma's captain over him, and the reason why they are dating because he's only a rebound.

"𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄'𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨."

Y/n and Kuroo laughed together as their sudden proximity boiled the captain's blood, he loved every bit of her and this is what he receives in return? So rude and selfish.... but his heart still yearns for her no matter what.

He accepted the fact that he's just a distraction.

"Kuroo also does that when he gets embarrassed." She laughed as she cover her face from being red, sure it cheered the girl up but Oikawa's mood was far from that, she kept bringing up Kuroo everytime and anywhere.

"You look stupid doing that while Kuroo does it flawlessly."

"Ow that hurts, N/n chan..." He feigned sadness as he let a bitter laugh, he wasn't actually feigning sadness, it's actually an act to cover up his insecurities everytime he hears that name 'Kuroo.'

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"Y/n, why did you date me in the first place?" He felt the need to ask this, his stomach churns everytime she brings up about her past lover, it's like she's throwing insecurities to him non stop, is he gonna get replaced by Kuroo? Was he just nothing but a mere distraction?

"I dated you because I love how you are so passionate about volleyball, you're ambitious and a confident one." He heard his insecurities laughing at him.

He knew all of these is a lie she only said that because she felt bad.

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦."

She raised one brow, being completely oblivious by the setter's statement "What? What do you mean?"

"You only dated me because I remind you of Kuroo right?" His eyes narrowed, her eyes widened "No Too-"

"Then why do you keep bringing up that fucking disgusting name!? Just tell me Y/n, I remind you of your ex right!? You pretend that it's him everytime you look at me with your loving eyes!? Am I just a rebound and an emotional need for you!?" He slammed his hands down to the table, he then realized his sudden outburst.

"So you're insecure about my ex who I just moved on from!? My God Tooru! I expected a lot from you!" Y/n yelled running her hair in frustration, she stood up as she sling her purse to her shoulder "Come again when you finally stop being clingy and a brat!" She scoffed before going to the front door "Y/n wait!" He tried to run after her but the door is already sealed shut, is she gonna leave him? Is she gonna break up with him? He started panicking.

It's been 5 days since they had an argument, Y/n hasn't come home yet, everyday Oikawa got worried that something might happen to her, he wanted to apologize to her after that incident but he couldn't reach out since she blocked him from her contacts, he prepared her favorite cuisines every night only for her to not come home.

Oikawa sat up from the bed with dried tears on his eyes, a photo frame of them together stood still at his nightstand, he clicked the alarm off before exiting his bedroom. He closed the door behind him then the sound of the front door opening was heard in the distance.

Overjoyed, Oikawa ran to go downstairs but then stopped in his tracks when he saw something he didn't expect.

"So this is your home?" The bedhead captain looked around following the h/c girl, Y/n saw the untouched cuisine at the table, her face scrunched up as she put it on the sink "Geez, I can't believe I dated him..." she flop on the sofa with a sigh, Kuroo sat next to her with a smirk "Well you gotta accept that I'm better than him." His arms wrapped around her, it was such a disgusting sight for him....

"Mhmm, I miss you Kuroo, I want to start all over again." Y/n wrapped his torso as she leans on his chest, Oikawa covered his mouth as tears were prickling.

"I dated Tooru because I saw you in him." He was right, he's only a rebound, the one showing true love is only him and him only.

"No problem kitten, the real Kuroo is right here in front of you now." The bedhead chuckled as he kissed her forehead, Oikawa couldn't stand the sight longer as he went to the bathroom.

"𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙢𝙞 𝙩𝙞

𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚?"

He let the tears fall into his cheeks, it was the first time he cried over a girl, why does he even bother staying when their relationship with each other is in thin ice? It's a one sided love, Y/n was too loyal to Kuroo, Oikawa knew he couldn't compete to him, is he not enough? Why not him? He wanted to change and be a better person for her, but it was already too late.... she found her solace again.

He hugged his knees as he continued to sob, each tears depicting the painful memories they had together.

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚?"

He accepted the fact that he's only a temporary replacement to her heart.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tōru #oikawa angst #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #angst #haikyuu angst #angst x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfiction #oikawa fanfiction #kuroo x y/n

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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Desert Flower (m) Ch. 3 | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader x Baëkhyun

Characters: EXO and X-EXO (not all of them mentioned)

EXO vs X-EXO dynamics, complicated relationships, angsty, action, smut (as usual)

Warnings: sorta mingling with your ex’s ‘evil twin’, mentions of blood/ violence (nothing too graphic… I suppose), Y/N gets teary a lot(?), explicit content, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~13.5k (full), ~4.5k (Chapter 3)

Summary: Baekhyun, your beloved boyfriend of three years, suddenly breaks up with you and disappears from the city in an attempt to protect you. But leaving you alone and clueless means trouble will surely find you. For it is easy to spot a flower in the desert.

Masterlist >> One >> Two (m) >> Three (m) >> Four (fin)

Author’s Note: Heyy! How’re you guys doing so far?^^ Sooo, this chapter is the longest of all since the story begins to unfold here! The next one is the finale already, and it’s going to be pretty epic, dare I say;) Let me know what kind of plot twists you’re anticipating! 💥

Tags: @blahblahblah-boo @baeklightsx @wooya1224 @baekklove

Chapter 3. The little birdie told me

For an entire week after you first had sex, you’d stayed away. You felt guilty and foolish for letting that happen. Was he a rebound? Was it even acceptable that you did it with your ex-boyfriend’s twin? Could you live with yourself, knowing what he tasted like, or how his voice became gruff as he really got into it? And, worst of all, you wanted to experience that again. You were virtually ashamed to recall the night you’d spent with him, his roughness that left bruises (not entirely unpleasant), his bossiness that made you come out of your own shell to take what you wanted, what you needed, from him. Thinking back to the way you slammed yourself onto his thighs, or how he then folded you in half and made you come, or the name-calling… It was unbearable because despite believing that you’d made a shameless mistake, you wanted to make it all over again. You wanted to feel his prickly touch on your skin, and his prurient eyes not missing a single curve of your body. You wanted to be pushed by him, and you couldn’t understand the nature of any of those desires. Was it because you’d developed feelings for him? Or because he offered you such a pleasant way of self-destruction?

In his hands, you fell apart and reassembled. Not entirely the same, but then how could you be? The person who broke you had left for good, taking pieces of your puzzle with him. It seemed like a better option than to stay depressed and waiting to be fixed, ending up never achieving completeness.

Baëkhyun wasn’t a perfect fit for you, nor was he someone to heal your pain with the tenderness of his own heart. But only with him, you felt these strong emotions again. Only with him your heart was not aching but fluttering again, excited by the dangerous smirk he was wearing, and the predatory eyes that promised to devour you in the most delectable ways possible.

You stayed away, contemplating your decision and the rationale for it. The questions in your head seemed never-ending. Were you subconsciously trying to get back at Baekhyun? Were you replacing him? Or maybe you were just this quick in finding someone else to hand your still-broken heart over to? Baëkhyun did not seem like the guy who’d want it. He was kind of a bad guy, if you could even be the judge of that. Yet he had never actually hurt you, and he did not like to see you upset, even when it was over someone else.

Or because it was over someone else.

And although you didn’t consider him to be boyfriend material, you decided to give it a try. Not at all expecting it to be a relationship – you weren’t ready for a new one anyway. Still, you wanted to continue this unusual arrangement. Or so you’d been telling yourself when you texted him to come over after a week of radio silence.

As easy as it was for you to grow attached to him as your strange relationship quickly progressed, it should have been a warning sign. Baëkhyun kept asking you about the boys, the time you spent with Baekhyun at their base, and the stuff they’d told you about. And it wasn’t like you just spilled all the secrets – he usually asked about completely random stuff that seemed quite harmless to reveal.

But he was also a strategist. And you had no idea how powerful his mind was.

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You laid your head on Baëkhyun’s chest, still hot and sweaty after the hours spent roughing up the bed. He stayed with you this time, arm wrapped around your waist intimately.

‘I didn’t expect you to be a natural,’ he hummed out of nowhere.

‘Hm?’ You turned slightly in his hold.

‘You’re getting pretty good at going after what you want. Will suit you well, being a little bad, birdie.’

‘Birdie?’ He met your curious eyes and chuckled, pressing you closer into his side.

‘Ain’t it accurate? You’re like a baby bird that I’m teaching how to fly.’ He stared for a moment. ‘You shouldn’t be down because of anyone anymore. I’d take personal offense if you are,’ he accentuated.

The uninvited warmth seeped into you, and you nuzzled his neck in a fit of affection.

‘Maybe you have to teach me more,’ you teased. ‘Scratch that. Teach me more.’

‘Now you’re just greedy,’ he sneered. ‘But I don’t mind.’

He allowed you to place a few kisses onto the side of his neck, before catching your hand, tracing his V-line down.

‘As much as I enjoy wrecking you, I don’t think you can take any more today.’

‘Aw, worried about me?’ You mocked, biting onto his collarbone playfully.

He squeezed your ass cheek in response.

‘Don’t test me. If you like a little more pain, it can be arranged. But not like this. It’s not what you truly want.’

‘How do you know that it’s not,’ you whined, as he patted your ass.

‘I know you, birdie. And I have a feeling that you’ve learned more about yourself in the last month than in the years prior. Care to give me some credit?’ His icy blue eyes gleamed in the dim lighting.

‘I really wanna blow you right now,’ you deadpanned. Baëkhyun was so, so alluring with that sexy hoarse laugh of his.

‘Wake me up with it tomorrow. If you want it that much.’

But the morning of slow lustful awakening didn’t come – instead, you awoke in an empty bed, alone. Brushing your teeth and washing up quickly, you headed to the kitchen to find your lover... And froze on the spot as soon as you caught bits of the hushed conversation.

‘I’m aware it’s been weeks but building trust takes time, you know? She’s already told me so much-’ Baëkhyun stopped mid-sentence, supposedly interrupted, and sighed. ‘Don’t. I’ll bring her in myself. Yes, I got it, Suhø. I’ll drag her in if I have to.’

You felt anxiety rise at his words, cold sweat breaking. Was he- talking about you? Or was he ‘building trust’ with some other girl? No, that was bound to be you. And who was he conversing with?

Everything was unclear, but your intuition had you tiptoeing back and walking from the bathroom to the kitchen a little louder this time. He finished his call as soon as you entered the kitchen.

‘Hey,’ he beamed at you as if the previous conversation did not take place.

‘Morning,’ you forced a little smile. ‘Were you talking to someone?’

‘Just now? Yeah,’ you feigned curiosity and wrapped your arms around his waist to avoid raising suspicion with your weird behavior or the slight nervous tremor in your hands. ‘Actually, I wanted to take you out today. You can meet some of my friends.’

‘Today?’ He nodded and you blinked, trying to come up with an excuse and fast. ‘Where?’

‘You’ll see. It’s not exactly in the city, so don’t dress all fancy,’ his hand settled on the small of your back.

It was clear now that earlier he had been talking to someone about bringing you in. And having your trust, which, obviously, was his goal from the very beginning. You realized that you needed to slip out carefully.

‘Um, about that… My friend from uni just called. She woke me up, actually. Asked to meet up today, and I already said yes, so…’ You trailed off.

‘Can’t you reschedule? We really should go tonight, while everyone’s in the neighborhood.’

‘Oh,’ you chewed on your lip. ‘She’s going through a rough time, so I have to meet her today. Sorry,’ you added, acting guilty.

He frowned, deep in thought.

‘Can we go after?’ He suggested. ‘I can pick you up in the evening.’

Biting your tongue, you weighed your options carefully. You did not want to alert him as to your attempt to shake him off your tail.

‘Yeah. Sure,’ you forced a smile on your face. ‘I’ll text you when I head back home for a change of clothes, and then we can go.’

‘Perfect,’ he smiled again, before pecking your lips. ‘I’ll head out for a few hours then,’ you nodded, walking him to the door.

Before Baëkhyun opened it, he turned around, catching you by surprise, and kissed you properly. The way he rarely kissed you outside your sex marathons. Deeply, full of… some kind of emotion? You couldn’t really grasp it, but your mind blanked out for a few seconds and you responded. Whimpering into his demanding mouth as his arms hugged you tightly to his body, you felt so tiny and defenseless, almost needy for his protection. But that was a deceiving sentiment.

‘Stay safe, little birdie,’ he whispered into your lips. ‘I’ll be waiting for your message. Don’t make me wait too long.’

‘Okay,’ you promised, and he finally walked out.

Closing the door, you let out a shaky sigh.

You were fucked.

At first, you almost had a panic attack, breath growing shallow and erratic. Having no idea what to do or how to get yourself out of this, you grabbed your phone and dialed the only number you could think of in this situation.

‘Please, Baekhyun,’ you whispered. ‘I’m so scared-’

But he was unavailable again.

Almost sobbing at the automatic answer, you dropped the phone and looked around. There was no one to help you, so you had to save yourself now. Wiping the tears, you grabbed your backpack and started shoving the most important items in it. Your documents, phone, wallet. A change of clothes. A pepper spray you found on your roommate’s shelf, which, you supposed, would be useless against someone like Baëkhyun. But did you have any other option? You had no powers and you would definitely not stand a chance against him in combat. Baekhyun used to train you a little, but you couldn’t even touch him in sparring unless he let you.

It was apparent that your only option was to run. So you did.

You jumped into the first cab you could get and asked the driver to head to the railway station. Making a mistake of not looking at him, you got onto your phone to try and figure out where to go from there. You didn’t notice that the car wasn’t even going in the right direction – not until it was taking a sharp turn right, off the main road, and onto the vacant plot of land, shielded from the road by a line of trees.

‘Excuse me, where are we going?’ You asked, looking around in confusion, finally paying attention.

‘I think we should take the quicker means of transportation, don’t you, Y/N?’ You saw a pair of oddly colored eyes in the mirror, and then the driver turned to face you.

‘J- Jongin?’ You gasped. ‘What’s wrong with your-’

‘It’s Kāi, darling,’ he chuckled, reaching for your arm.

Operating on instinct, you dodged his hand and attempted to open the door. It was locked.

‘Tsk. I thought we’d do it the nice way. Hyung asked me, after all,’ he tutted. ‘But I don’t think you’re willing to work with me here,’ he gritted that last part, suddenly pouncing at you through the space between the driver’s and passenger’s seats.

You screamed and struggled, and then…

It was a blur.

Like movie scenes, your surroundings were changing around you rapidly, too fast for you to catch anything. It may have lasted a split second, but made you so dizzy that you shut your eyes to battle it. When you finally opened them again, your vision was still foggy – the entire surroundings spinning. Kāi let go of your arm, allowing you to stumble forward and barely get a hold of a vertical surface before releasing the contents of your stomach onto the ground.

‘I told you to be gentle with her. She’s not used to teleporting.’ Unmistakably, it was Baëkhyun’s voice.

‘I brought her here in one piece. See arms or legs missing? No? That’s about as gentle as I get.’ The taller one rolled his eyes.

Baëkhyun approached you, a frown on his face, and helped get your hair out of your face despite your weak protests.

‘Let’s get you inside,’ he said, holding you up by the shoulders when your insides were finally done doing flips.

‘Don’t touch me,’ you coughed, pressing your side into the wall to get away from the physical contact.

‘Y/N, please. Just do as you’re told if you don’t want to be hurt.’ You looked up at him, angry at yourself for being this dumb, but also upset because your trust was again broken.

And even though you kept telling yourself that you and Baëkhyun only had ‘a casual thing’ going on, it did hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker, because you were used by a person you... fell in love with. You didn’t understand much of their plan yet, but something told you that it was all meant to hurt another person you loved.

Your feelings had always clouded your judgment. And now you’d gotten yourself into a completely lose-lose situation.

‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Baëkhyun pursed his lips. ‘You shouldn’t have tried to run away.’

‘Right. Bad little birdie for thinking of self-preservation and for once seeing someone for what he is,’ you mocked frustratedly.

‘I’m truly wondering how you restrain yourself from slapping her.’ You heard Kāi muse from behind Baëkhyun. ‘Maybe you should head in, and I’ll teach her how to cooperate, hyung.’

‘Let’s go,’ the blonde one grabbed your wrist and nodded to his crude green-haired companion. ‘Lead the way.’

You had no choice but to allow him to drag you into the building. Only then you noticed that it was somewhere you’d been before – the base previously utilized by Baekhyun and the boys. Before they abandoned it, of course. It looked different and foreign now, the hallways long and dark as you were taken to the bigger room with a round table, where the others were waiting.

At that point you saw their faces, struck by the similarities all of them bore to the squad you used to know. Your head was spinning again.

‘H- how? Who are you?’ You managed, taking in the unfamiliar variations of familiar faces.

‘So, I take it he didn’t educate her on the clones?’ Chanyeol, or at least someone who looked like him, sneered.

‘What clones? I thought-’

You were interrupted by Baëkhyun, who cleared his throat and announced.

‘She’s here, let’s begin.’

‘Don’t act like we’re not the ones who had to wait while you played with your target,’ someone scoffed from the farther side of the table.

‘Shut up, Chën.’ The silvery-white head shot a glare in his direction, eyes going from grayish blue to a darker shade. ‘Suhø,’ he turned to the red-haired man.

‘Well, well,’ he got up from his chair. ‘If it isn’t the Y/N. To be honest, you should thank Baëkhyun for having so much patience – our first idea was to kidnap and torture you for intel.’

Your eyes flicked back to Baëkhyun’s profile, but he didn’t spare you a glance.

‘Oh, I see you’re still looking for comfort in a familiar face. That’s not part of the plan. Baëkhyun, step out.’

The strategist’s head turned at the leader’s words.

‘What?’

‘Get out of the room. I don’t need her to think she has someone to count on here.’

‘But-’

‘I told you we’re not going to kill her, only use her.’ You swallowed, realizing your heart was beating somewhere in your throat at this announcement.

‘Suhø,’ he pressed again.

‘You shouldn’t be so fond of your little toy, you know,’ Chën piped up, cracking his knuckles theatrically.

‘Just lay a finger on her,’ Baëkhyun growled in response, rays of red light escaping from his now tight fists.

‘Yah, we don’t have time for your bullshit,’ Suhø interrupted their bickering. ‘The sooner you get out, the sooner we’re done with her.’

Baëkhyun pursed his lips and gave him a curt nod. Not meeting your despairing eyes, he left you in the room. Alone. With these monsters.

‘Fucking finally,’ Kāi clapped excitedly. ‘Let’s get this show on the road!’

‘Sit her down in that chair,’ someone said and you were pushed down forcefully.

The men started rearranging the room, moving laptops and phones and other stuff closer to you.

‘Hold her down, Sehūn,’ the leader ordered, then gave a nod to Chën.

You barely managed to sit still as he approached, even your knees shaking with panic.

‘What do you want from me?!’ You blurted.

‘Nothing much. We simply need your voice,’ Suhø shrugged and looked at another one of his accomplices. ‘Whenever you’re ready, Xiümin.’

Swallowing hard, you took in his words. You were the bait. To lure out the EXOs, perhaps? Or simply… Baekhyun?

Your heart faltered.

No, no, no. This was a trap, you should’ve known all along. Nevertheless, you allowed them to fool you, giving these men the leverage they needed. You weren’t going to make a sound! Anything to keep the boys away from trouble. Your mind was made up.

‘I have the line. But you have to catch his attention quickly, he’ll hang up fast if you don’t.’

‘No problem,’ the leader affirmed.

Xiümin nodded and used the keyboard to type something into a weird interface. Then turned the speaker on.

A ring sounded, then another one. You prayed that no answer would come, but after the third ring, the call was taken. For a long second, there was silence.

‘If you hang up, Y/N is going to die,’ Suhø began.

You blinked, feeling the angry tears form again, as you pursed your lips to keep your pitiful sobs in.

‘Talk,’ the speaker responded in what you realized was Minseok’s voice.

‘We have her now. At your old base. Come by sunrise if you want her alive,’ Suhø was concise in his demands. Minseok was silent for a few moments.

‘Why should we believe you? Let her talk if she’s there.’

Everyone turned to you, and you kept chewing on your lip.

‘You heard him.’ The leader referred to you, but you shook your head.

A brutal hand landed a slap across your face and then grabbed you by the hair.

‘Use your voice,’ it was Chën.

You only looked down at the greyish floor, not even blinking when you tasted blood.

‘Y/N, if you are really there, please say something,’ you jolted at the voice.

It was him. It was Baekhyun.

Breathing accelerating and heart racing, you couldn’t help the tears anymore. Wanting to scream and beg for him to come back for you, you kept shaking your head and refusing to make a sound.

‘I guess she’s not willing to make it easy on herself. Chën,’ Suhø tilted his head slightly, and you felt hands on you.

Sehūn had you in a headlock now, and Chën grabbed onto your arm with a cruel chuckle, jerking it so violently that you could not contain a wild yell. They let go of you, and you wailed, grabbing onto your numb lifeless limb in horror. You had never broken any bones, so you had no idea if he dislocated it, or fractured it, or worse. The pain was so immense that you couldn’t even register your name being called from the speaker.

‘By sunrise,’ Suhø reminded before they finished the call.

At that very moment, the door flew open.

‘What the fuck?!’ You heard Baëkhyun roar.

Red sparks fell around you as Chën was blasted away from you by a red ball of light.

His eyes were completely black, with red sparks – like those you witnessed attacking your abuser just now – floating angrily in there.

‘Stop this circus!’ Suhø raised his voice as Chën got up, something resembling little bolts of lightning appearing and disappearing around his forearms. ‘Stand down, the both of you. She was being stubborn, and we had to extract a reaction quickly. Your little human will be fine,’ he huffed, as if this was a normal course of action.

‘I’m taking her now,’ Baëkhyun answered firmly, stepping towards you.

‘Not so fast. She is to stay here until they arrive. As leverage.’ Suhø cleared his throat when their strategist wanted to protest. ‘You can keep watch over her yourself, in your room, or we can throw her in the dungeon downstairs and the boys will.’

‘She’ll stay with me,’ he gritted, helping you up gently not to disturb your hurting arm and walking you out of the room.

As soon as the door behind you slammed shut, he gathered you into his arms to carry you to the next destination. You didn’t try to resist, legs too wobbly to walk anyways, so you just cradled your arm and sniffled, at first not even noticing the room he took you in was quite familiar, as Baekhyun used to stay in it.

Baekhyun.

You sobbed, replaying his voice in your mind. The way he said your name, and how he pushed for you to let him know if you were there, if you were in danger… The stinging in your chest reignited because now he was going to walk right into this ambush because of you. Beginning to cry even harder, you forgot about your damaged arm, and the hurt, and the person who sat you down on the bed and kneeled in front of you.

‘It shouldn’t have been like this, Y/N. They wouldn’t have hurt you-’ He began, touching your hand.

‘Stop it!’ You slapped him in the face angrily. ‘You played with my feelings all this time, and now you’re just using me to hurt people I care about. Do you expect me to believe that you meant no harm? I hate you, Baëkhyun!’

‘I’m sorry,’ he muttered before raising his voice too. ‘But you shouldn’t have been stubborn! Why didn’t you just speak up?’

‘You really don’t understand?’ You asked in awe of his question. ‘You would if you ever loved anyone.’

‘So,’ he looked down at your lap, nudging his cheek with his tongue. ‘Is it Baekhyun? It’s because you still… love him?’

‘Why does it matter? I’m sure you guys, whoever you are, didn’t invite them here to have tea. What are you planning to do with them anyway? Is it about the Red?’

His eyes shot up to yours.

‘You know about the Red Force? He’s seriously dumb – telling you about them and leaving the clone part out!’

‘Yeah, and you’re so smart. Fooled a clueless girl with your great strategizing, well-fucking-done!’ Your words had plenty of bite, and Baëkhyun reacted.

‘Damn right! The only thing I didn’t do well to keep you safe is leaving your stubborn ass in the room with my crew, and it’s still so much better than the initial plan the Red had for you! I’ve kept you alive this long, haven’t I?’ He snapped at you, and you scoffed.

‘The only thing you didn’t- My arm was nearly ripped off, and it hurts like a motherfucker!’

‘Oh, does it now?’ He mocked, and you noticed how his fingers pressed onto certain spots of your arm, easing the pain significantly. ‘Chën could’ve done so much worse to you, Y/N. But this time he just used his knowledge of pressure points responsible for acute pain. And some of his power to shock you through them.’

He removed his fingers and you felt the pain subside, becoming almost irrelevant and foggy.

‘What- So it’s fine? My arm is fine?’ You asked, rubbing it in shock.

‘You’re fine,’ he breathed out, looking away.

For a while, you just sat like that, in complete silence.

‘Baëkhyun,’ you called, voice hoarse from all the crying. ‘Are you- going to kill them?’

He sucked his lower lip into his mouth, thinking your question over.

‘I don’t know. The plan is to capture and hand them over to the Red. There’s no telling what they’ll do to them this time.’

‘Shit,’ you swore, hiding your face in your palms. ‘This is all my fault.’

‘It isn’t. We were on their tail for a while, you just became our bargaining chip.’

Huffing, you hit the mattress with an open palm in a fit of annoyance.

‘Had I not trusted you so stupidly, this wouldn’t have happened!’

‘Oh, birdie,’ he tilted his head to the side, as if talking to a capricious child. ‘The way we met… sparked my interest. And when it was discovered that you used to be… his girlfriend,’ he paused. ‘Suhø wasn’t kidding – the Red suggested that we torture you. But I came up with a different plan, because I-,’ he looked away as if he struggled to continue. ‘I didn’t want them to hurt you.’

The way he stuttered drew your attention. But you weren’t willing to let him in again. Not about to make the same mistake twice. Instead, you kept questioning him.

‘Did you find ways to contact them through me, too?’

Baëkhyun nodded, and you gave him an expectant look. He sighed and elaborated.

‘The strawberry necklace. You told me it was from someone important to you, so I assumed it was Baekhyun, especially since he likes the damn thing. Checked it out when you were asleep because I know what I would’ve done.’

You were still confused as to what he meant.

‘He was tracking you live, so we managed to hack into it and trace the line back to a burner phone. We could not access the location without establishing a direct connection, but we got the number.’

‘I just gave you this one,’ you chuckled bitterly, and his blue eyes dropped to your knees again. ‘And now we’re freaking doomed.’

He shook his head to this. ‘I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but I promise I’ll keep you safe.’

‘You think that’s what I want?! When the person I love gets murdered or worse, all thanks to-’

‘Stop saying that!’ He raised his voice again, hitting the mattress with a fist, red sparks flying everywhere without hurting you. ‘Why do you love him all that much? Didn’t he leave you?’

‘He’s walking into a trap to save me. And he’s a strategist like you, he clearly knows the odds. Are you really asking me why?’

Baëkhyun stared at you, chest heaving, and nostrils flared. It seemed like he wanted to argue, tell you that you were wrong. But instead, he looked away. His voice sounded hollow when he spoke again, eyes a dim shade of blue.

‘Get some rest. Tomorrow’s gonna be a tough day.’

Lying in bed wide awake most of the night, you prayed for a miracle that would somehow save your EXO boys.

>> Chapter 4 [fin]

A/N: Meet X-EXO ✨ So... What do you think of Baёk at this point? Is he a bad guy or worse? Is Y/N going to make it? Just one chapter left, we’re almost there!! Let’s hope that EXO show up on time yes I'm evil

#baekhyun smut #byun baekhyun smut #exowritersnet #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun x you #icequeenbae fics #Desert Flower #exo smut #baekhyun #x exo #baekbaёk #baekhyun scenario

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sakiychu · 3 years

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You know? When I think about it, the song Rolling Girl, I think it could fit Yachiyo. And now, I know what you’re thinking: Wouldn’t this song work for Homura? And I’m here to tell you, yes! It also would! But I want to focus on a different perspective with the song than normal, and how I’ll explain it, hopefully you’ll understand what I mean by how it could fit Yachiyo too.

I mean, constantly rolling and people telling her to well, roll. Okay, here’s what I mean. Get ready everyone, it’s Character Analysis-ish Time.

Yachiyo Nanami- Survivor’s Guilt

(Please don’t ask why I gave this a title and I’ll post more of the images later if I have an image limit)

Before Yachiyo became a Magical Girl, people would treat her as a child. Which is normal, because she’s 12. But she would say she hated being treated like one because she wanted to show she could do things the adults could also. I think this would cause her to be bitter and usually stuck in her daydreams of being mature and people respecting her.

So, wanting to show she was an adult, Yachiyo became a model and made her wish when she was 12. She wanted to survive, and how she explained it in the anime was that she wanted to survive as the leader in her modeling group. Not by taking the girls’ potential from them. A flash back occurs and the girls begin to talk bad about her from how she’s posing to her hair, and then they say:

“She’ll never survive.”

She then says she became the leader, but the other members couldn’t catch up with her, causing them to leave and Yachiyo become a solo model. As she has been modeling for a few years, she probably had people in her previous teams leave her due to her wish of wanting to survive, and after a fight in the game is completed, she’ll say:

“Looks like I’ve survived again.”

So, technically, she “rolled” again. I want to think that she tried being in model groups for a little while longer saying, “Just once more” before she gave up completely and went as a solo model.

Fast forward a bit to when she is in high school, she forms a team with herself, Mifuyu, and Kanae. The team goes out on a witch hunt, but the witch was too strong causing Kanae’s soul gem to break apart from using too much of her magic. Kanae passed away from this and both Yachiyo and Mifuyu figure out the first truth about Magical Girls. And because she made the wish to survive, Yachiyo began thinking she survived so someone will die. Those dark thoughts must have begun to cause a spiral, and soon enough she realized she failed to keep Kanae alive. Because she survived for Kanae to die.

A little bit later, her grandmother became ill and she died also, and with no one to really talk to when Mifuyu wasn’t at the Villa, Yachiyo didn’t have a real way to grieve properly. I would think that Yachiyo would be in a complete low state, mentally from finding out the first truth about Magical Girls, physically from her job as a model. She would probably be exhausted, and with school maybe she’s behind. Due to all the stress, Yachiyo would probably want to stop surviving. Saying the line:

“Please just let me stop my breath”

Another year later, Yachiyo makes a new team including herself, Mifuyu, Tsuruno, Momoko and Mel. One day Tsuruno says that she can’t go out witch hunting which left the team one member short, Yachiyo tells her it’s fine, she should go focus on the restaurant and that they can go fight the witch.

“No problem”

She tells herself today.

But Yachiyo would say that a lot, so it would repeat. So, the team minus Tsuruno, goes out to fight the witch. However the witch was much stronger than they thought, but Mel lands a final attack which makes her soul gem cloud up completely turning dark and murky. A soul gem is a source of a Magical Girl’s power and if it’s too dark, they die. And that is what happened to Mel, she tells Yachiyo that today was lucky because she got to save her, but Yachiyo tells her not to talk like that because they could find the grief seed. However, they were too late. Mel began to shudder and writhe in pain, she then ran silent before she let out a blood curdling scream. Mel was officially dead, and became a witch.

She would constantly say she’s fine, but deep down Yachiyo knew, she isn’t.

She breathes another lie, the pain and guilt she feels amplifies.

Those voices would constantly blend around her mind, causing layers of broken noise she couldn’t break. And Yachiyo knew it well.

With that information stuck in her mind, Yachiyo truly didn’t have anyone left. And not wanting to make the situation worse, she cut ties with Momoko and Tsuruno. Mifuyu then left the Villa, joining Magius and Yachiyo was officially alone. I want to say their final words would always be in the back of Yachiyo’s minds, constantly replaying in her memories. Those events played a huge part in Yachiyo’s life, so it makes sense that she would want to stop her breath, but she can’t. Because if she died, the impact after would hurt the hearts of many even if she didn’t want to admit it herself. So, at the age of 19, Yachiyo was officially done making friends, having teammates, she told herself she would fight alone. Until it was her turn to join Kanae and Mel.

So for 7 years straight, Yachiyo has been rolling nonstop. She doesn’t necessarily know how to stop since she’s been doing it for so long, to hold her breath would to die, but she can’t do that. So all she’ll do is continue to roll, right? Well, sort of.

At the age of 19, Yachiyo gave up. She told herself she was a prisoner of the past, and she wouldn’t do any of the things she did back then. Yachiyo continued to roll, unable to stop, but then Iroha came along. The memory museum played as an emotional barrier for Yachiyo, causing those memories from the past to play again. She told Iroha that she disbanded the team and they aren’t having any mutual feelings nor contact about it. Iroha however, wasn’t accepting it, wanting a reason. But Yachiyo couldn’t take it anymore, only saying:

“If you’re with me, you’re going to die!”

Iroha rebutted this as she looked at Yachiyo, saying that this whole incident was the first time she was mad at Yachiyo. She told Yachiyo that she would defeat the rumor and show Yachiyo that until she’s actually dead, Yachiyo shouldn’t believe what she thinks.

And that’s exactly what Iroha does. She destroys the rumor and tells Yachiyo that she’s alive. The new promise she made was rebounding in Yachiyo’s mind.

“Just once more?”

The feeling to roll again from surviving now with everyone gone came back again, but Iroha told Yachiyo that Yachiyo also needed to believe in her and herself. Otherwise the promise wouldn’t be true.

“No! No more! Take my hand and come with me, tell me your story. Let me hold your breath for now.”

So, Iroha told Yachiyo that she’ll be the precedent to tell Yachiyo that the wish to take another’s life isn’t true.

#magia record #character analysis #song analysis #rolling girl #wowaka #yachiyo nanami #character study sort of #lyric parallels I guess #me trying to make my art style like the rolling girl pv

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eberles · 4 years

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Rushed

Topper Thornton

(gif by @rafecameron :)

A/N: this is my way of saying thank you for getting me to a new milestone💖 please keep in mind this is my first time writing about the nasty😳(in case it’s really bad lol), feedback is always welcome!🥰☺️ enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, smutty smut, 18+

Topper knew he would see her, but he didn't expect to see her everywhere. However, it was a small town and completely unavoidable. First it was the beach, then the same restaurant, at the same red light, and now it was a Kook party and she brought him. The new guy. The guy she left Topper for, the one she cheated with.

“Topper, are you gonna stare at her all night?” you waved your hand in Topper’s face attempting to bring him back to earth. He was eyeballing Sarah and her new boyfriend; you didn’t blame him because you knew he was hurting, but you still craved his attention. You’d been best friends for years, even before he became friends with Rafe. You had a crush on him ever since you could remember and he never felt the same, it was obvious since he was always chasing after blondes. Topper met Sarah through you actually, and Sarah was your best girlfriend at the time and she was the only one who knew how you truly felt about Topper, but she didn’t care.

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Topper asked and you shook your head, giving him a look as if to say “you’re a dumbass.” You then smiled, grabbed his hand, and you both made your way to the kitchen, away from Sarah and John B and to where the booze was being held.

“You need a drink.” you laughed, entering the kitchen and pouring both you and Topper a drink into a red solo cup. “Are you okay?” you asked, handing him the drink.

“I just don’t understand why she would bring him here. It’s like she wants to rub it in my face.” Topper chugged his beer and held out his cup, signaling he wanted a refill, which you gave him.

“She’s a bitch, forget about her. Let’s go dance!” you moved away from the keg, grabbing Topper’s hand once again and pulling him towards where the music was the loudest. He laughed at your enthusiasm, letting you drag him to the middle of the floor, sweaty, dancing bodies all around you. You never let go of Topper’s hand as you found your spot, turning around to face him and the two of you danced causally to the music. You didn’t know, but Topper was admiring you as you danced. You’ve always been such a free spirit and never cared what anyone thought. He was envious, but it was always one of his favorite things about you. Topper watched as you spun around, your back facing him and he took the opportunity to grab onto your belt loops and pull you back into him. You gasped, but went along with it, your body heating up at the contact of Topper’s chest against you.

“You look hot tonight.” Topper whispered in your ear, holding onto your waist tightly and pulling you in closer to him. You rolled your head back so it was against his shoulder, feeling his breath fanning your ear as he whispered. You looked around for any sights of Sarah, worried that Topper was using you to make her jealous, but you didn’t see her. You continued grinding into him, your hands finding a spot on top of his to keep him in place. After a while the room started to disperse, however it already felt like it was just you and him, you were in such a daze, completely intoxicated by the power Topper had over you.

“I need a break.” you turned around facing Topper, panting slightly the humid room and the dancing getting the best of you. Topper held your hand leading you out of the living room and back to the kitchen. He handed you water after you jumped up on the counter, needing to give your legs a break. You guys passed the bottle back and forth a few times and you felt like the tension in the room was thick. You were both thinking the same thing and neither were sure where it came from. Topper moved forward making himself comfortable between your legs, his hands moving up and down on your thighs, giving you butterflies, creating a fire sensation over your body. Topper’s lips were on yours in an instant and his hands moved, gripping your hips roughly, yours thrown into his hair pulling on the ends. You pulled away from him suddenly earning a confused look from Topper. “What are we doing? I don’t-”

“You don’t what?” you felt conflicted, you’ve obviously dreamed of this for years now, but the last thing you wanted was to be some one night stand after a terrible break up of his. Topper kept his hands on your thighs, rubbing them slightly eager for you to finish what you were saying.

“I don’t wanna be some Sarah rebound. You’re my best friend and even if i’ve liked you since forever, I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” you rambled on, putting your head down as you spoke hoping to hide some of your embarrassment.

“Did you just say you liked me?” Topper questioned, you rolled your eyes pushing lightly on his chest when you looked up to see him smirking. “You’re not a rebound, you never could be.”

“Topper, just an hour ago you were staring at her and talking shit about her and John B.” you pointed out and he nodded agreeing with you and leaning in to kiss your neck softly, making you sigh.

“I know, and she did hurt me. But I have liked you ever since I can remember and those feelings came rushing back tonight.” Topper pulled away from your neck, grabbing your chin to make eye contact with you as he confessed his feelings.

“We’re not rushing into anything.” you whispered against his lips, leaning in for a kiss, which he deepened immediately. Topper put his hands back on your waist sliding you off the counter slowly so your legs were wrapped around his waist and he was holding you up. You felt Topper maneuvering through the house so you separated from his lips and began kissing his neck, quickly finding his sweet spot. You ended up in an empty bedroom in Kelce’s house, he kicked the door shut behind him and pinned you back against the wall, kissing you harshly, causing you to gasp giving him the perfect opportunity to trace your bottom lip with his tongue and slip it into your mouth. He carried you over to the bed, never once breaking the kiss and laid you down hovering above you. You ran your hands down his back pulling at the hem of his shirt, wanting it off and he got the hint, lifting away from you slightly to pull it off and you used the separation to take your shirt off as well, leaving your upper half completely naked.

“You’re so beautiful.” Topper cupped your breasts in his hands and kissed along your neck, licking and sucking here and there and he traveled down the valley of your breasts, replacing one of his hands with his tongue. You whimpered feeling his tongue on your hot skin, moaning when he swirled his tongue around your nipple, biting down gently, but just enough that a warmth was sent directly to your core.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Topper asked, traveling further down your body, his finger toying with the button on your jeans looking up at you for approval. You nodded eagerly, letting him continue to unbutton your pants and pull them down your legs. You closed your eyes, feeling him lightly pepper kisses on your lower stomach and slowly moved down, teasing you as he sucked and nipped at the skin on your inner thighs, definitely leaving marks. You whined, feeling him press a kiss to your center through your underwear and your hands flew to his hair, once again pulling at the short strands.

“What do you want, baby?” Topper whispered, teasing you by tracing over the hemline on your underwear with his fingertips causing your body to shiver.

“Please, Topper, no teasing.” you begged, wanting him to finally touch you. He chuckled against you and slowly pulled your underwear down your legs, leaving you bare in front of him. Topper pushed your legs further apart and your hips bucked in anticipation. Topper pressed down on your clit lightly before running a finger down your wet slit and slipping a finger inside you pumping it in and out a few times. Topper looked up at you after hearing you struggling to keep your moans in and smirked at the sight of you in front of him. Your eyes were shut, mouth open slightly letting out small pants, and your hand was gripping the sheets. Topper added another finger and you gasped, biting your lip wanting to keep your loud moans in check as he attached his lips to your clit sucking slightly. “Holy fuck, Top” Your back was arching off the bed as you came Topper’s fingers pumping still inside you, feeling your juices coating his fingers and tongue. You were panting louder now and Topper let you finish off your high and licked you clean, before pulling his face away from you core.

“I want you so bad, baby.” Topper stood up finally removing his pants and hovering over you, kissing you roughly and you could taste yourself on his tongue. You could feel his hardness poking at your lower stomach through his underwear, reaching your hand down you palmed him through his boxers. Topper's breath hitched in his throat and you pressed your hands to his chest pushing him on his back. You hovered over him still kissing all over his chest and pulling his boxers down slowly, watching his hard member spring free. You kissed your way down his body, grabbing him in your hands and licking his tip ever so slightly, swirling your tongue around his head.

“I’m not gonna last if you continue.” Topper grabbed your neck, pulling you up and pushing on your back again, wanting to be inside you already. He kept his hand on your throat, squeezing the sides lightly, when he teased your entrance with his dick, making you let out a whimper. He ran his tip along your slit multiple times before slipping inside you, both of you groaning out in pleasure as he pushed his way deep inside you. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Topper, oh fuck.” Topper knew what he was doing and he wasn’t afraid to show it, hitting that spot deep inside of you with every thrust, your head tipped back and your legs trembled. He bottomed out inside you and quickened his pace, causing your vision to go blurry in pleasure. You were moaning and whimpering left and right, not able to contain it, your legs shaking about to have your second orgasm. Topper’s hand stayed around your neck and his eyes were locked on yours the whole time. His thrusts started to get sloppier indicating he was close and he removed his hand from your neck, rubbing circles into your clit. You felt the heat pool up in your stomach as you were reaching your high. “I’m gonna cum-fuck.”

Topper came just after you and he pulled out slowly and you gasped feeling the emptiness right away. He laid down on the bed next to you, both of you feeling dazed and blissed out, cheeks red and lips swollen. “So much for not rushing it.”

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#outer banks #topper thornton #topper thornton imagine #topper thornton x reader #topper thornton smut #austin north #outer banks imagine #topper thorton x reader #topper thorton imagine #topper thorton smut

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androgynousblackbox · 3 years

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Thoughts about the fifth season (spoilers)

Okay, so normally I would make these posts as neutral as possible because I want them to reach anyone who enjoys the show. Even if you are someone that really fucking hates incest ships you can read them and still have an idea of what I liked, what didn’t, etc, without me bringing up that element. You can disagree or agree without being reminded “oh, yeah, he is one of THOSE fans I don’t like” and that is totally fine by me. Curate your own online experience and all that. But this is season is quite literally about the relationship between Rick and Morty, so as a rickmorty shipper I just can’t separate that from what I enjoyed about it and thus I am going to be talking from that position during all of this. If that makes you uncomfortable, that is cool, I get it. You can skip this one if you want. Also, this is going to be a general big mess of thoughts and whatever because I have lots of them so, bear with me. -Some of the shippers I was with on a server will know this already, but from the very first episode I was sure we were going to have two major themes: 1. Rick is a flawed human being, not a god, not a ultra genius who is always destined to be on top of everything and knows how to get out of any situation. Just a man. And that is why he needs other people, which is somethig he had to accept and understand about himself, especially after the fourth season was all about dethroning him as the patriarch of the family and break away the illusions that Beth had about her own father. We have standed too long having Rick win on everything and coming out like a badass, so it’s time to kick him down a bit and let him lose. 2. Morty’s heart is always going to get fucked over, which is something that gets even more explored on the Planetina episode: he wants a place to belong with a person who doesn’t make him feel like the odd one out. Combine the two and my idea was: they want to assure us about their relationship on some kind of way, this is about them and what they feel regarding each other. Probably about why or how Rick became so jaded because why else include Rick freaking out about Mr Nimbus just mentioning Diane’s name and how much he changed, on a first episode no less, if this isn’t something we are setting up to see later. They explicitely brought someone from Rick’s past to talk about that past and make a point to tell us that changed Rick. -So, we have the two major player set up like this: on one hand, Morty aspires for that companionship but he is not willing to compromise his own moral for it, whatever he has left after starting to take on some Rick’s traits. He is desperate for that connection and if that means leaving Rick behind, so be it. Rick will still be there anyway. On othe other hand, Rick also wants that connection and companionship but it’s too disfunctional and can’t make it quite work because there is always a part of him that wants to keep distance. With the alien lady, evne with the crows, it’s all about escapism and pretend like everything is fine, it’s just fun and he doesn’t have to care because they are just having a good time together. He tried to do that too with BP by keeping away the info about his daughter, but he called his bluff because BP knew Rick too much to not see that comic. It’s rebound after rebound because he is missing the one person that can keep him in check, that truly knows what a piece of fucking shit he is and somehow still comes back to him. BP saw that, knew what was happening, and prefered to get the fuck away because he didn’t want to compromise his own values like that either. But Rick doesn’t have that problem with Morty. It truly is Rick and Morty one hundread years because, no matter how fucking bad it gets, they still choose one another. -Now, the way they keep building up this relationship, these connection, even regarding the rest of the family, to me is brilliant in restrospect because it perfectly illustrate how much they have changed from what they were before and what that means. Morty is more independent and less afraid, right, but that doesn’t make him more happier because he is still lonely and Rick is being reminded, over and over again, that he can’t be alone either. -Regarding the way Morty have behaved, I have seen some people being concerned about how Morty is becoming more independent and therefore not relying on Rick as much for anything, so it’s like what is the point of their relationship anymore. And like, to me it makes sense they show because they have already told us on past seasons that Morty has stopped viewing Rick with that wide eyed expression for a long time. He is learning from him and can defend himself, so why does he need Rick at al? The answer is because he loves him. You can read that as platonic or romantic or whatever, but for better or for worse Morty just loves Rick. You shouldn’t love people because you need them, or at least that is not a healthy basis for any relationship. I said this on another post: you cannot make anyone to be your center for your mental health like that, and I feel like they aware of this point, which I really fucking love because it would have been easy as fuck to write any pairing like that. -If you stay for the “Behind of scenes” scenes, the writers talk about how this season is about building trust between Rick and Morty. So it starts with Morty going around cleaning up some of the messes Rick left behind without telling Rick and then fucking the portal gun because he doesn’t trust Rick to not “kill him” to finding out he did that, just like Rick in fact doesn’t trust Morty to not be doing unnecesary bullshit. So Morty, hurt because his suspicions were right, puts an ultimatum and Rick, being the petty fuck we all know him to be, takes it kind because of course he would. -What does Morty does immediately after this? Latch onto another sketchy as fuck older man whose name ends with Ick and hope that is the connection he craves, because after all “we are like brothers now.” So rebound for him, rebound for Rick, rebounds for the crows, rebounds for everyone. Yay. -I know it has been however many years have passed since this show started, and it was obvious for fucking everyone who watched it, but I do really like that they use the exact words for how their dynamic has been: unhealthy, toxic, abusive. Lack of trust, lack of boundaries, secrets. Just straight up calling it as it is. So they have both of them confronting that fact, being aware of it, and to top it all off, make Morty the only being now on their universe that knows everything about Rick, every single thing he has kept even from BP, like the true reason he joined to their guerilla group, and still makes the conscious choice to go after Rick even when, as far he was aware of at least, there was another option. -So, okay, now what, might someone ask. We have put everything out there and we have talked about what is wrong about their relationship, does this mean we are doing the boring healthy bullshit now? Well, nope. Considering that Morty did went out of his way to guilt trip Rick into getting back and Rick admits point blank admits he get it, Morty refusing to demand things be different because he is just desperate... they are still and probably always going to be a condependent mess, but hey, a condependent mess that at least is kinda self aware about it and won’t pull the “I am going to break up with you on a whim” move again, hopefully. I do think and expect some things to change, but only as far their dynamic during adventures goes and regarding the rest of the family, with everyone being on the know that those two are an item neither of them can get in between. Rick is probably still going to want to keep some things in control, he is still not going to express his feelings to Morty directly and Morty is still going to be a little shit that will want for validation that won’t come his way. It’s a shithole house, but at leat it’s their home kind of thing, and personally, that is how I like it. -The “adventures as a metaphor for a relationship so this is not like a real break up” is real funny when you hear the writers literally calling it a break up and a relatonship. Also, the amount of times that they say “my partner”. Like, I am sorry, but how the fuck I am supposed to believe this wasn’t for the shippers, fucking how? Like even if you aren’t one, and you go “it’s a metaphor!! it’s not like an actual relationship, they are not saying they are together as a couple”, that is flimsy as fuck because we have determined already that Rick uses adventures as an extension for all his relationships. There is a intentional paralel between BP and Morty and how Rick treats the both of them, like he would do anything for them but still be kind of a lying piece of shit too, so it’s definitely canon on the sense -Omg, we had miniature cute Mortys who like crayons and also big hot adult Morty, fucking finally. I cannot fucking believe they wouldn’t know the blessing they were throwing to fandom with that one, they know what they are doing. -Rick as a boy dressing on the same colors of Morty could have been a cute little detail, like aww, they are family, so they pass down those colors from one generation to another because family, but fuck all of that, let’s make it creepy and fucked up because why not. But it’s also interesting because if Ricks breeded Mortys and put those colors on them, isn’t that another way of saying “you are connected to us just as much as we are connected to you”? Because they didn’t had to chose those colors, but they did it because it meant something for them. On a very fucked up way, I think they might even feel themselves more fathers to Morty than even Beth, because many of them didn’t cared manipulating her in order to gain more Mortys even if they could just clone them easily. -”You all really are bred for forgiveness”... Not really, or else “Evil Morty” wouldn’t exist and Cop Rick, the good one, would have never been attacked by using the attachment of Ricks against him. But Morty had made his choice and that choice was Rick, and even then Rick cannot fucking believe it so he has to reduce it to his breeding. -So, the finite curve has been destroyed and almost all Ricks were killed, the ones that weren’t coincidentally fucking off to another place just when that happened. That means that now there is true infinite universe where Rick is not the smartest man on the universe, where Rick doesn’t even exist at all, so we may have adventures where other people where the smartest people on their universe and Rick could finally meet his equal or someone even worse. -The final speech of Mr Poppybutthole is kinda the perfect ending to everything, because he is talking avoid being afraid of the people he loves finding the “true” self of him and not loving him anymore, but Morty did that and he still loves Rick and, listen, I have FEELINGS about it, okay. -After exploring this, which was the true only canonical mistery of the whole series, while also dumping off the backstory of Rick so nobody has to theorize about it anymore, it feels like they going two routes: either we are dumping anything about serialized anything, at least for a while, and we are back to just silly adventures with asshole grandpa and traumatized kid, or... we are introducing another big baddie that we are going to drag to hell and back. Maybe Evil Jerry? That could be fun to explore on the show. My bet is on the second option because I think that is the kind of thing that Justin really enjoys doing and that is why it appears on Solar Opposites as well, with the whole Wall as a central points behind all the shenanigans of the aliens. -The only misteries left are: the weird Rick that killed his family, if he wasn’t killed already on the Citadel, and Birdperson reunion with his daughter, for which he might ask Rick’s help in the future when he cools down or maybe Rick gets his daughter back for him on a ridiculous plan to make him return his calls, because that is something he is going to pull. The Jessica thing and her quest for becoming an actual character with her own thing going on. -This finale made rickmorty canon on all the ways it could without having them literally making out willingly, and after Naruto, I don’t think that is a line they are not willing to cross at some point in the future, even if it’s just a joke. They already did with the parasites. I honestly don’t even know how you can watch the show and think “fuck yeah, they hate those ships just as much as I do!”, because with the way the writers talk about it and literally this entire season being nothing but a building up for their relationship, I would have been turned if I didn’t ship it already.

#rickmorty #incest implied #andro is talking

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stylesberries · 4 years

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Egocentric

Summary: Memories of a fight with Harry overflow you, as you wander around the house and end up playing Fine Line on vinyl.

Genre(s): angst

Word Count: 2.0k

Warning(s): mentions of overthinking, if those are a warning (I overthink for a living, so I would appreciate if there was a warning).

It’s been six months since Fine Line was released. Harry was taking a nap upstairs, as I roamed around the house looking for things to do. Coming up to our vinyl record player, I knew I had to play some music to get myself in the mood to do something.

I moved the stylus over to the platter and let it down. As Fine Line started playing, I understood that I probably won’t be motivated to do anything.

Harry and I started dating when his album was almost done and he was going off to promote it.

I waited until the album was released to listen to it and made sure to avoid being spoiled with any snippets that I could’ve heard in my daily visit to the studio.

I knew that Harry’s previous relationship left him devastated and heartbroken. I could feel him being cautious and protective over himself with me, and I never judged him for it. I would keep proving my love to him as often as he needed me to.

Whenever I was in the studio with Harry, Mitch would always tell me stories about him while he played the guitar. Collecting all of those stories in my head and building an image of Harry out of them, I understood that he’s more caring, gentle and loving than he lets himself show me.

Although, I never showed him how insecure I’ve become because of his cautiousness, I would be constantly doubting myself and his feelings for me.

When I first got to hear the album, I thanked the Universe for asking Harry to leave me alone to listen to the full album.

I originally intended to let the music flow through me but after having heard eleven songs of the album, some of which caused me a certain amount of anxiety, I just wanted to shield myself from the melodies and harmonies flying in the room around me.

As the first few seconds of the song echoed through the room, I found myself being dragged into a different atmosphere. The one my mental state wouldn’t let me go in without crying.

All of the insecurities and doubts, that I have been overflown with, came over me and dragged me down with them.

I felt unworthy of Harry’s love because he turned out to be such a loving person. Just not to me, and that’s what hurt the most. Despite me giving him my all, every drop of love I had, I gave it all to him, he still couldn’t love me as much as her. Harry wrote such beautiful songs about the person that broke his heart, while he could never tell me that he loved me first.

Sitting on my bed, I tried to push the negative thoughts away. However, no matter how many times I push them away, they keep coming back.

Harry doesn’t love me like her.

I kept rocking myself from side to side trying to keep it together. But what for?

Harry doesn’t want me like her.

The album was filled to the brim with adoration and sorrow. He seems to had really adored her.

Harry has never adored me.

What adoration? He probably doesn’t even love me. How would I know when he keeps pushing me away all the time?

If I was good enough, he would’ve opened up to me already.

The song progressed, and I got so lost in the emotions I was feeling, that I didn’t notice it coming to an end.

I sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. Staring down at my hands, I didn’t notice as time went by. The only thing that kept me aware of my surroundings and let me keep in touch with reality was the ticking that came from the clock Harry hung up on the wall.

I didn’t notice as the curly-haired man peeked through the slit in the door. As he opened the door, my gaze rose from my lap to his worried face.

When I realized that he must have seen the tears running down my cheeks, I hurried to try to inconspicuously wipe them away.

“I didn’t hear any music playing, so I thought y’were done.” He kept looking at me, probably trying to figure out what I thought of his creation.

“It’s that bad?” He asked jokingly referring to my puffy eyes.

I looked down and felt new tears getting my eyelashes wet. I couldn’t look at Harry now. When I looked at him, the only thing I saw was her face.

“Are y’crying because y’think that my career has come to an end?” Harry made another joke, looking down at me nervously.

“Will you ever love me like her?” I asked him slightly looking up. I have surprised myself with the bluntness of the question.

As my gaze connected with his, I saw the shock written all over his face.

“What?” He asked, having heard the question clearly.

“I asked if you would ever love me like her.” I repeated, knowing that there’s no turning back.

His shoulders sunk, as he understood that his mind wasn’t playing games with his feelings and what he heard was actually the question that left my mouth.

“Why would y’ask that, Y/N? Don’t y’know yourself?” He knitted his brows at me trying to get me to explain the reason behind my question.

“No. I don’t know it myself. You’ve never shown it for me to know.”

All of the frustration that had been accumulating in me was ready to blow up any second and I knew if I let it all out, he would beat himself up for it later. It would be the last thing I wanted.

“Don’t be silly, Y/N. I do show it. You’re just too egocentric to see it.” Harry has now opened an attack. However, realizing the nature of his words right after they left his mouth, Harry’s facial expression drops and he looks like he has already regretted saying that to me.

Never before did I think that words could hurt this much. To a point when it physically hurts. Knowing that the person you love thinks of you so lowly hurts the most.

I wasn’t going to keep silent. If he’s being honest, I’m being honest, too.

“This whole relationship, all I’ve been doing was making sure that you’re comfortable with me. Comfortable enough to open up to me. It was all I ever wanted from you. Trust. Because I gave you everything I had in me, Harry. Every last drop of love - I gave to you. And what did you do with it? You can’t even tell me that you love me first. I don’t deserve that, Harry. I understand that you’re hurt and that you’re recovering from a heartbreak but I didn’t deserve to be your rebound. I am actually in love with you. If you weren’t ready for a serious relationship yet, you should’ve just told me.”

At this point tears were running down your chin and landing on the skin of your wrists. My mind was blurry and my surroundings became a mystery to me once again. Collecting myself I slowly moved to the edge of the bed and pushed my legs off of the bed on the carpeted flood. I hears muffled steps being followed by sniffing sounds. When I realized that I wasn’t the one making those sounds, I looked up to meet Harry’s wet eyes.

“Of course I love you. And no you are not a rebound and could never be. You’re perfect in every way. I have never met anyone quite like you. Ever.” He slowly kneeled down in front of me and reached for my hands.

“May I touch you?” Harry looked up at me with pleading eyes and waited for my response.

“Yes.” I answered, awaiting for him to continue his speech.

“Thank you.” He slowly took my hands in his and caressed my skin with his thumb.

“I know I haven’t been opening up to you as I should have but I promise you - if you let me, I will make sure that you never have to doubt my love again. There is nothing I value more than your love.” He paused to wipe his tears away and carried on.

“After the broke up I was a mess, but I never saw our relationship as a rebound. Before you I’d never thought that I would love anyone like her again.” Harry was crawled closer to me and looked up at me with his bloodshot eyes.

I didn’t know what he was about to say and it scared me. Not just the unknown but also the idea of it being said just to calm me down. I would never want him to say these beautiful things without them being completely raw.

Harry seemed to notice my doubtful look. In seconds he understood that the insecurities are so deep inside of my head that the words he is about to say will probably leave me even more worried than before.

He takes his hands out of mine and brings them up to my face to cup my cheeks. My eyes found their way back to my lap even with my face in his hands.

“Look at me.” He ordered, looking at me worryingly once again.

I looked up at the man, as my eyes begged for him to say something to help my pain and insecurities go away.

“When I met you I understood that I have never been in love before. I felt so much for you - it scared me. I was afraid that you’d leave me like everyone before you did. I thought that if I keep myself closed off, it would hurt less when you left. I am so sorry, my love. I have never felt anything close to what I feel for you for anyone else. I never meant for it to cause you to have doubts. I was just afraid to get hurt again.” Harry’s gaze left me and landed on a random spot in the room as the guilt came over him.

“So I hurt you instead.”

I saw him start to drown in realization of how much his actions hurt me - the person he cared for the most. I let my hand touch the hair at the back of his head. As I let my fingers go through his curls, his eyes closed and tears left the comfort of his emerald eyes.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay. We’ll be alright, yeah?” I pushed his face into my shoulder and wrapped my arms around him, swaying us from side to side.

“I’m so sorry. So fucking sorry. I love you so much.”

His muffled cries echoed through the room as I kissed the top of his head.

“I love you so much, Harry.”

Looking back, I can never stop tears from spilling out of my eyes.

As I stood in front of the record player, unaware of Harry’s present, I stared into the void with a small smile on my face.

As Harry took steps towards me, the song came to an end.

“Are y’okay?” My boyfriend asked, carefully wrapping his arms around my waist, and positioned his head in the crook of my neck.

“I’m wonderful.”

I genuinely felt that way. After six months our relationship was in an amazing place.

“I hope that’s not sarcasm.” Harry said laying a kiss on my neck.

“Not with you.”

I turned my head slightly to reach his lips with mine. As he ended the kiss, he looked into my eyes.

“I’m sorry for calling you egocentric.”

“It’s okay, bunny. You made up for that a long time ago.”

He kept his promise.

I never doubted his love again.

#harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines #harry styles one shot #Harry Styles #fine line

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nochuvalencia · 3 years

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𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? - pjm

⚠️‼️This drabble is short AND LATE AND SLOPPY. So there may be mistakes or wtv. AND THE SMUT ISNT HOT STEAMY SEX LIKE USUAL, ITS SUPER AWKWARD‼️⚠️

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 :: jimin x reader

𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 :: When mending a broken friendship, the dark past always comes back to mind, no matter how much one wishes to forget it.

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 :: smut, angst

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 :: 3.3k

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 :: THE STORY TAKES PLACE WHILE THE READER AND JIMIN ARE IN HIGH SCHOOL, car seggs, unprotected sex, creampie, reader doesn’t orgasm💀, jim finishes super fast, the smut isn’t really for the readers enjoyment because it plays into the plot, virgin!jimin, reader is SUCH a y/n, Jimin is whiny asf, super short bc drabble.

“Remember prom night?”

You stared surprised over at Jimin through the blonde fringe that covered his cute almond shaped eyes as he uttered the sentence you had least expected him to which sent your mind spiraling down the tornado of memories which swirled inside it. He mentioned it, the night you both had wordlessly agreed never to bring up, he actually did it. After three fucking years of moving past it, he tugged it up into the present to invade your mind again. You froze in your seated position on his couch, staring over at the slightly younger male who sat before you, your eyes wide with concern as you set the glass full of wine that was perched in your hand down onto the cream colored coffee table beside you. You and him, your best friend of seven long years, had been sitting comfortably on his sofa reminiscing about past memories over a freshly opened/almost finished bottle of merlot when he chose to do the unthinkable. He brought up the night he silently promised never to talk about again. The night you carelessly robbed him of his innocent pride and stomped on his fragile teenage heart. The night you basically used him then discarded the event like yesterday's paper. The night you finally stopped thinking about a year ago but he never forgot. You stammered, looking down into your lap on which your hands wiggled away nervously like worms. Your mind went blank in an instant, being filled with absolutely nothing but the memory of the night you regret with your conscience .

It was the 30th of May in 2015. Prom night for you and it was already an absolute shitshow. You were crying hysterically into your palms as you sat in the passenger's seat of Jimin’s old 2003 Ford explorer. A crumpled corsage sat in your lap as you wept, black and gold stained tears falling onto the expensive fabric draped over your legs, but you didn’t care. You were heartbroken. Jimin sat awkwardly in the seat beside you debating whether or not he should comfort you because it rarely worked out well for him but against his better judgement, he laid a small, warm hand on your shoulder comfortingly, his eyes widening in surprise when you didn’t immediately try to swing on him.

In high school, you weren’t really one for emotion which is why many questioned your friendship with Jimin because he wore his heart on his sleeve 24/7. No, scratch that, the boy wore his heart on his face like a bullseye. The two of you could not be more different, but you were absolutely inseparable. Everyone at school thought you were a couple but became completely alarmed when you wound up dating the school's hottest linebacker, Kim Namjoon in your Junior year. You remained with Namjoon for almost a year until the night of your senior prom when he dumped you during the slow dance right after he revealed he had been cheating on you with a college girl, which led you to your current predicament. Jimin hated to see you sad, it upset him more than anything in the world so he was already on the verge of tears at the mere sight of you crying, which you quickly noticed after you peered up to be met with his wide tear filled eyes.

“Jimin are you about to cry?” you croaked out, wiping your eyes with the backs of your arms and looking over at him. The corners of your lips twitched up as he nodded, wiping his own eyes with the sleeves of his navy blue tux and sniffling.

“Aw you’re so cute.” you sobbed out happily as more tears poured down your face although, these were happy tears. Laughter filled the small space of the car as he removed his hand from your shoulder, using it to rub his eye and conceal the blush forming on his plump cheeks which you had already noticed. It was no secret Jimin had the fattest crush on you. Everyone knew. He couldn’t hide the loving way he stared at you or the blush that spread on his face when you complimented, or the cute stutter he developed when you teased him. It was adorable and you could admit that he was very cute, but you couldn’t reciprocate any feelings for him. You liked to tell yourself it was because he was a Junior and you were a Senior and the age gap sorta threw you off, but that wasn’t the real reason. In all truth, you yourself didn’t even know the real reason why you couldn’t like him back. You just didn’t feel that way about him. However, you felt bad for leading him on and dragging him along in your never ending friendship but he wouldn’t go away, no matter how mean you were to him. Not that you wanted him to, but you hated to see him sad. Like when guys called you hot and you didn’t push them away, or when you kissed Namjoon in front of him and he was visibly upset, or when you said ‘just kidding’ after every flirty remark or comment shot at him, but he didn’t care. He really just loved basking in the warmth of your presence, and you made him feel less alone in a world of bigger, better kids. He felt secure around you and it was okay if you didn’t feel the same about him.

“I just hate seeing you so unhappy.” his words struck you where it hurt and you stared at him blankly, your mind running rampant with thoughts.

Jimin was the best, he did so much for you. He was the purest, kindest, most gentle soul you had ever met and even though you let him down constantly, he remained by your side and there you were, sitting by a boy who was crying just at the sight of your distress. You didn’t deserve him. You didn’t deserve his generosity, his affection, his friendship, but he gave it all to you anyway, expecting absolutely nothing in return. How did you ever become friends with such an amazing soul. He was an angel. He stared back at you after he finished wiping the tears from his soft porcelain face, his brows raising in confusion at your hypnotized expression as he muttered, “what?” a wide smile spreading on his face. He was so precious. He deserved everything he ever wanted. You wanted to give him the world, but you couldn’t, so you gave him the next best thing and leaned in.

Your lips melded together as his eyes shut, immediately relishing in the feeling of the thing he’d been craving the most for the past three years and it was just as he’d imagined it, absolute heaven. The kiss was a bit rushed if he’d admit but it was more than what he wanted. After a few moments, he opened his eyes softly, just quietly observing the smeared gold shadow on your closed eyelids and the relaxed look on your face. He was loving every moment of what you were giving him and he never wanted it to end, but it had to. It was too good to be true, especially for him. You were thanking him, thanking him for all the things he’s done for you. Thanking him for all his kindness and friendship and he never meant to make you feel like you owed him anything, and you were heartbroken. Your soul was a fresh wound and he knew this was a rebound, a way to fill the newly opened void in your soul which was everything he swore he wouldn’t be. At that moment, he reluctantly took hold of your face in his hands, pulling you back and staring into your watery eyes as he shook his head.

“No, ____, it’s okay you don’t owe me an-.” he started and you cut him off, smashing your lips frantically back onto his as he released a frustrated groan into your mouth. As he moved his hands down to your shoulders, successfully pushing you away once more and staring sternly at your desperate expression as he continued speaking, stammering a bit after the intensity of that last kiss. “Anything, you don’t owe me anything o-okay, and I- I don-” he ran a hand through his ruffled blonde hair with a sigh, stress obviously evident in his features before you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Jimin, I want to.” you replied, your voice basically a whisper as you stared sincerely at his frazzled frame, a weary smile making its way onto your lips. He was at total war with himself while you squirmed tirelessly in the seat beside him, flinging your shoes off and reaching over to undo his belt. He stared down at your hands with wide eyes as he muttered cautionary phrases, as if trying to convince himself he didn’t want this, which he really did. Jimin was a virgin. The biggest fucking virgin you had ever seen, like he blushed at the sight of a hotdog once. He had fantasized about you taking his virginity, obviously not like this, but he was content with what he was getting, even if he was trying to convince himself that he was not. You dipped your hand into the waistband of his pants and freed his embarrassingly hard dick as he continued to stare at your actions, his breathing picking up in pace and his eyes still wide like saucers. You climbed over the seat as you pushed the poofy fabric of your gold dress to the side and mounted his lap, his member still in hand. He stared up at you wistfully as soft but audible groans fell from his lips, his eyes widening when you glided his tip up and down your accumulating warmth, completely coating it in your slippery juices. That’s when his panic set in. He wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything you weren’t comfortable with even as you sat on top of his lap quite comfortably.

“____, you don’t owe me anything, I m- I mean if you really want to like I’m totally fine but don’t feel like you have to please I don’t want you to do something you’re not comf- f- fuck.” his voice trailed off as you sunk down on top of him and to your surprise, he whined, letting his forehead fall gently onto your left shoulder. You moaned softly as you sunk down onto him, feeling him stretch you out quite nicer than you’d expected while you snake an arm around his neck for support. All logical thoughts vacated Jimin’s head at that moment as you were wrapped around him, your warmth putting him in a trance he couldn’t quite explain as the two of you sat still, breathing heavily and warming up the small space of the, now warm, car. You decided to move your hips, gyrating them forward while he moaned into your neck, his hands traveling wearily to the small of your back as if scared to roam anywhere else in fear of ruining the friendship even further that the two of you already have. His eyes roll into the back of his head at the newfound euphoric feeling which is all too familiar to you as you are no virgin, quite the opposite actually. His salacious sounds of pleasure spur you on even more as you slowly gyrate your hips into his, your clit brushing his base with every movement but you don’t care whether you feel anything or not because this is for him, not for you, right? You heard his moaning increase in frequency, then you remembered he was a virgin and he couldn’t possibly last this long. His hips began to weakly press up into yours as his breathing became shaky and his head fell back onto the headrest behind him and you finally made eye contact. He was so pretty, his face shone with sweat, plush pillow lips parted, his skin glowed pink. And he made the most salacious, beautiful sounds you had ever heard. You loved how vocal he was.

“____, I- I’m gonna…” he trailed off as his words morphed into a symphony of moans while he stared deeply into your eyes.

“Jimin no, hold it baby. Please not yet.” You shook your head, convincing him to hold it off and slowing the motion of your hips just a bit as he continued thrusting up into you slowly, his hips pausing frequently while he began to tremble softly. He shook his head as his eyebrows furrowed and the pleasure began to completely overtake his body.

“I can’t.” he cried out as he let out a string of loud whines and moans, his orgasm overtaking him completely while his white ropes paint your insides repeatedly. You moan at the feeling and intensity of his orgasm before resting your head on his shoulder tiredly. After a few moments of relaxation, you dismount him, a bit disappointed you didn’t get to cum but happy you made him happy as you stare over at his exhausted frame. His eyes are shut, head tilted back, and lips parted as he breathes heavily through them and you think to yourself. ‘I just used this perfect angel for my own benefit. To rid myself of the shame of being such a sucky friend.’ You used a boy who loves you unconditionally, a boy who would do absolutely anything for you to alleviate your own insecurity. Shame fills every single one of your senses. The guilt runs rampant throughout your body as you sit in silence and stare down at your hands. You overthink more than the overthinker that you think overthinks the most as you fight back the urge to cry. You soiled him, took his innocence, and you didn’t even have the guts to love him back before you did it. It was then you decided, he deserved so much better than you. He deserved someone that was going to treat him like the angel he was. Not you.

For a moment, Jimin thinks things will be different. For a hot minute, he really believes with his entire heart that things will change for the better, that he’s going to open his eyes and you would profess your reciprocation of his undying love for you and he grins as he finally opens his eyes. He smiled tiredly toward you before taking note of your weary expression. It was shame, regret, fear, written all over your face that brought a frown to his own as he realized, you didn’t want him and never would. He was usually okay with that fact but it hit him even harder that night as he stared out of the window and through the trees that blocked his view of civilization. He longed to have you as a lover but knew he would never be able to, but to lose you as a friend as well would bring upon a pain akin to breaking every bone in his body simultaneously. He just couldn’t do it. So he brushed his feelings aside for you for what seemed like the millionth time as he cleared his throat, still staring straight ahead. He couldn’t bear to look at you yet, at least not without bursting into tears and he figured you felt the same as your eyes remained trained to your hands in your lap.

“W-we don’t have to talk about it if you want.” he spoke after what seemed like a millennia of silence, his voice meek and broken. He saw you nod out of the corner of his eyes as the awkward tension in the atmosphere only grew thicker. He didn’t want things to be like this with you and he wished with his entire being that he could undo what just happened if he could have his old ____ back again. “So-” he began as if to start a conversation to alleviate the weird aura but was cut off by your voice. You almost cried at the thought of him trying to mask his pain to make you feel comfortable. You of all people, and you couldn’t watch him do that to himself.

“Can you just take me home Jimin?” you asked, your voice surprisingly normal as he nodded while the car rattled to life. The ride home was silent as the two of you sat, subtly facing away from each other. Not even a goodbye was said once you had reached your house. Well, Jimin tried to say goodbye but you had already jumped out of the car by the time he turned his head to send you off. He just frowned, scrunching his nose and driving off. Unbeknownst to the other, you both cried yourselves to sleep that night at the daunting thought of losing your best friend over a mutual careless mistake.

He didn’t want to leave you, no matter how hurt he felt because he knew, you had just been left by someone else and he wouldn’t do that to you, but you would do that to him. For months after that day, you sent him not one text, never called, never visited over the summer, even after you started your first year of college and left him behind for his senior year. Nothing. But he knew to give you your space, to let you come to him when you were ready, and you did. You texted him a quick ‘congrats’ after he graduated which quickly spurred into a long conversation which turned into an eight hour phone call of just catching up which turned into meeting up with him a few times after he started his first semester of college at the university beside you which turned into a friendship that picked up like it never left off. So that led you here, sitting in Jimin’s living room staring at him as you still have yet to answer his question that echoes in your head. ‘Remember prom night?’ a question so lighthearted in diction yet weighed so heavily on your mind for those silent for minutes of memory. But sadly, as much as you wish it weren’t the truth, you do remember prom night and you finally nod.

“Yeah” you breathed, finally answering his question as you both gazed longingly into eachothers eyes, the unasked and unanswered questions and reasons floating in the air around you while you sat in silence. His wide brown eyes are full of curiosity and hope that you would finally answer the unsaid question that had been plaguing his mind ‘did it ever mean anything?’ but you just couldn’t. The answer sat on the tip of your tongue that was firmly pressed to the roof of your mouth, but you didn’t have the courage to articulate them, not yet. You just stared back, hoping the pleading glint in his eyes would fade and all the remorse would finally leave your body but it didn’t, he still stared. You used him, his body, his mind, his love, his entire being. You used it all for your pleasure, unbeknownst to you at the time because for some twisted reason you thought blatantly playing with his emotions would in turn benefit him. You couldn’t explain why it happened, you could barely say it to yourself, so you remained silent for as long as you could bear before finally deciding to say something. Anything. You opened your mouth, fighting back the tsunami of bottled up feelings that threatened to fly out at any given moment before simply stating.

“Of course I remember, why’d you ask?”

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Who Did This to You? (Yoonmin)

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Summary: Jimin's (now ex) boyfriend becomes abusive, so Jimin leaves him and runs to Yoongi, who is waiting with open arms to patch him up.

or, whumptober prompt day 3: “Who did this to you?”

Tags: abusive relationships, non-graphic violence, non-graphic abuse

Jimin knew he’d made a mistake the second he walked in the door at 10:05, five minutes after he’d told his boyfriend he’d be home. It was a Friday night, and he’d gone out with a few of his best friends to get dinner. Traffic had been a bit heavier than he’d expected on his way home, but luck apparently wasn’t on his side.

The moment the front door clicked shut, the yelling had started. That wasn’t new. Two minutes after Jimin stepped foot into the living room, where he saw his very drunk boyfriend on the couch surrounded by beer bottles, the throwing had started. That wasn’t new either. And, five minutes after that, the hitting and punching had started. That was new.

Their relationship hadn’t always been like this, of course not, or else Jimin would never have stayed or agreed to live with the older man. It had started not long after Jimin had moved in, about a year into their relationship.

First it was just words. After a few months, words didn’t seem to be enough and it turned into throwing items around the apartment. Jimin had spent a fortune on replacing the decorative items that were easy to throw and somehow always within grabbing distance.

It seemed like just throwing items in Jimin’s general direction wasn’t enough anymore either.

Jimin had put up with the yelling, the insults, and having plates thrown at his head because he really did love his boyfriend, and honestly, he didn’t know what he’d do if they weren’t together. They did live together, but Jimin wasn’t paying rent. He did have a job, but it was only part time so he could still go to classes. Most of his money went toward school or food. He hadn’t been able to save up a lot of money.

There was also the fact that Jimin didn’t want his friends to find out. He knew he was in an abusive relationship. He knew he needed to get out before it got worse. But, he couldn’t find it in himself to do that. He didn’t want his friends to find out how stupid he’d been by staying with his boyfriend for this long. Jimin kept hoping that this was all just a phase and it would go away on its own. His boyfriend had been complaining about how stressful his job had become in the weeks leading up to the abuse starting.

Jimin knew that there wasn’t any reason his boyfriend could give that would justify the abuse, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

At least, not until tonight. Tonight, he’d gone too far.

Jimin’s whole body hurt. He could feel his head throbbing. He was pretty sure he had a black eye and probably some bruised ribs. At least it seemed like nothing was broken.

The apartment had been silent for the last fifteen minutes, and Jimin figured that his boyfriend had passed out in the bedroom. He’d left Jimin on the living room floor to deal with his injuries, not even sparing a glance back at him when he was done.

Dragging himself up slowly off the floor, wincing at how much it hurt to move, Jimin walked to the front door and grabbed his keys and bag from where he’d dropped them not even an hour before.

Opening the door as quietly as possible, Jimin slipped out and made his way to his car. He didn’t know where he was going or what he was going to do, but he was getting out of there.

Ten minutes into the drive and Jimin realized where his brain was subconsciously taking him. Yoongi’s apartment.

Jimin and Yoongi had been best friends for a couple years now. They’d met early on in Jimin’s freshman year at college, Yoongi a couple years ahead. They’d hit it off pretty quickly and found a mutual group of friends. Yoongi was Jimin’s person. And once upon a time, Jimin might’ve had a crush on the older man.

That all changed when his boyfriend, no, his ex-boyfriend, came into the picture. Jimin had been smitten from the start, his crush on Yoongi taking a backseat. Yoongi had never liked Jimin’s boyfriend, but he saw how much Jimin cared about the other man, so he kept quiet. Most of the time. Jimin just hoped that Yoongi would take him in and help him now, even after he hadn’t listened to him.

A few blocks later, Jimin was pulling into the parking lot at Yoongi’s apartment complex. It took Jimin a few minutes to even get out of the car, body starting to get sore from the beating he took the hour before. He really wasn’t prepared to see what he actually looked like.

Grateful that the building had an elevator, Jimin quietly made his way to Yoongi’s apartment. Luckily, it was late, so nobody was around to see him in his sorry state.

Jimin paused outside Yoongi’s door, suddenly nervous. What would his best friend think of him? Would he still want to be friends? Would he take Jimin in now that he didn’t have anywhere to go?

Knocking three times before he lost his nerves even more, Jimin looked down at his feet, nervously swaying from side to side.

“Jimin?” Yoongi asked as soon as the door opened. “What are you doing here? I just saw you an hour ago. Is everything okay?”

Jimin finally looked up, causing Yoongi to gasp.

“What the hell happened? Who did this to you?” Yoongi quickly reached out to gently pull Jimin into his apartment, leading him to the bathroom so he could get his first aid kit. “It was him, wasn’t it? I’m going to kill that bastard!”

Jimin kept silent, not sure how to respond.

Gesturing for Jimin to sit on the counter, Yoongi leaned down and shuffled around in the cabinet until he let out a quiet ah hah! and pulled out a small first aid kit, setting it on the counter next to Jimin.

“This is the first time it’s happened,” Jimin felt like explaining after sitting in silence after Yoongi started cleaning one of the many cuts on Jimin’s face. “I promise. He hasn’t done anything near this bad before.”

“That doesn’t make it okay, Jimin,” Yoongi sighed.

“I know! I know!” Jimin rushed to interject. “I just...I don’t know. He wasn’t always this bad. He’s never hit me before. Sure, he’s yelled and thrown things at me, but he’s never stooped this low. And before you say anything, yes, I’m leaving him. I’m smart enough to know that it will only get worse from here. I just don’t know where I’m going to go. I wasn’t even paying rent. I don’t have that kind of money, not with only working part time.”

“You’re going to come here. Is that even a question?” Yoongi insisted. “What kind of best friend would I be if I let you live on the streets when I have a perfectly good spare bedroom?”

Jimin felt himself smile, but then let out a small hiss, his movements pulling open one of the cuts on his face.

The two sat in silence again, Yoongi slowly making his way across the cuts littering Jimin’s face.

“Maybe I did deserve it,” Jimin spoke quietly after the silence became too much for him.

“You definitely did not,” Yoongi insisted, straightening his back to look Jimin in the eye. “No one deserves that. And I don’t ever want to hear you say that to me again. You are the kindest, sweetest, most caring human being I have ever met. You did not deserve this in the slightest. He’s an asshole who needs to learn to control his anger and not take it out on other people.”

Yoongi paused for a moment, catching his breath after his small rant.

“You deserve someone who will take care of you,” Yoongi continued passionately, turning his attention back to cleaning a cut on Jimin’s face so he didn’t have to look the younger man in the eye. “Someone who won’t use you as a punching bag. Someone who will treat you like the amazing person that you are.”

“Someone like you?” Jimin whispered?

Jimin felt Yoongi’s hand falter for a split second.

“Yeah, someone like me,” Yoongi replied.

The hand Yoongi was using to clean fell to his side. He took another moment before finally looking at Jimin’s face, which was full of hope.

“But I don’t want to be a rebound or anything like that,” Yoongi said. “I know it’s going to take some time to get over him and move past what he’s done to you.”

“Will you wait for me?”

“No.” Jimin’s heart sank. “But only because I’ll be right next to you the entire way. And once you’re ready, you just let me know and I’ll be there.”

Jimin’s heart soared. He really had lucked out with someone like Yoongi.

“Thank you,” Jimin beamed. He quickly leaned forward and placed a quick peck on Yoongi’s cheek, his own cheeks heating up.

“Alright, no more talking,” Yoongi shook himself out of his shock after a moment. “Let’s get the rest of you cleaned up.”

The next day, Yoongi took Jimin to pack up his things from his apartment. And if Yoongi left with bruised knuckles, nobody needed to know.

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