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Ronnie & Joe

Ronnie: [a phone number]

Ronnie: found you your own special plug

Joe: Can’t wait to get gang-raped by whoever this is

Joe: or maybe it’s a phishing scam, what route have you gone down 🤔

Ronnie: route of she can be your number 8 cos youre such a bike

Joe: it’s that kind of hook-up

Ronnie: pay for the gear if you cant get it up soft lad she looks fuck all like your ma

Ronnie: couldnt track down no more of her bastards for you soz

Joe: taking your role that seriously?

Joe: alright

Ronnie: getting out of it

Ronnie: she can babysit you

Joe: she probably lost custody of her own so

Joe: nice of you on all fronts

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: what, your dealer don’t like me or something

Ronnie: how the fuck would i know like

Ronnie: and how would he you legged it out of there soon as he showed

Joe: no shit I did

Ronnie: ordeals over now baby go cry to your new mammy about it

Joe: unlikely

Joe: but it ain’t my ordeal so

Ronnie: they ll swab & treat him he ll be sound

Joe: give a shit about him

Ronnie: if youve got something to say

Joe: I just said it

Joe: I don’t care about him

Ronnie: you dont care about me fuck off with your heroics

Joe: you didn’t want swooping up and saving, don’t mean I don’t give a fuck

Ronnie: your student loan aint gonna cover both our habits youd have me dopesick cause youre fucking jealous that means you dont

Joe: you’re jealous

Joe: and I said, didn’t stop you, didn’t say you had to

Joe: what’s fun about something oozing and itching in your pants, that’s all

Ronnie: of what

Joe: of every boring ex I have or will ever have

Ronnie: you wish

Ronnie: get em in a room together and they aint even jealous of each other

Joe: I know

Joe: x2

Ronnie: you dont know shit mckenna

Joe: so today I’m green

Joe: not the know-it-all smug college kid

Joe: nice to know how to play it

Ronnie: smug is right whenever i aint gonna suck your dick cause you can read music

Joe: that’s all that’s stopping you?

Ronnie: nah remember its the death wish attention whoring & mommy issues

Ronnie: cant both be functioning junkies youd have fuck all else to get a boner about

Joe: how long have you been doing heroin

Ronnie: youve got loads of catching up to do

Joe: yeah, so I don’t know why you’re acting like I’m being high and mighty

Joe: it’s literally been days

Ronnie: cause you are

Joe: no I’m not, just ‘cos I’d rather not suck dick when I have the funds

Joe: would you do it if you had the cash, that’s just stupid

Ronnie: youve been comparing me to any & every cunt since we met

Joe: like you don’t shit on me any and every chance you get

Joe: you were acting like them, the whole none of my shit is real because yours is SO real, that’s her whole bit

Ronnie: you cant stop fucking doing it even now fucks sake

Ronnie: i shit on you for you its not like i have any cunt to compare you to

Joe: alright, if you’re that sensitive about it

Joe: I’ll really stop

Joe: there 🤐

Ronnie: fuck you

Joe: nah, that was a dick move, alright

Joe: let me make it up to you

Ronnie: youre crying shes a patronising cunt guess what youre right there too

Joe: alright, I deserve that

Ronnie: drop dead

Ronnie: yeah its been days days of me giving you whatever the fuck you ask for

Joe: I know

Joe: so what do you want, seriously

Joe: I’ll do it, make it happen, whatever

Ronnie: like fuck can you make anything happen

Ronnie: youre like every other doss cunt i know theres your comparison

Joe: Probably am

Joe: but you’re the only person I’ve met who feels close to whatever the fuck I am

Joe: there’s the truth

Ronnie: whichever of your exes that worked on is more west than either of us

Joe: Oh I can easily be that dickhead and tell you how crazy they all were

Ronnie: go ed

Joe: the second to last one was the worst

Joe: full-on stalked and harassed the last one like, for no reason

Joe: she also messed with all my shit in a way she thought would send me into an OCD spiral because she didn’t get it

Joe: and when she started hooking up with some other kid she’d send me pics like I’d be 💔

Joe: that’s just after, that was all kind of amusing in a boring way, she was less amusing to be with but more mental

Ronnie: shouldve had some tips off her for the stalking bullshit its probably not too late to send her a dm

Ronnie: ones ive got from this is i dont have to bother learning the alphabet cos id be better off fucking with your record collection by smashing it up & child porn does fuck all for you

Joe: that is my thing, turning up uninvited to fuck everything up

Joe: she might go for it

Joe: exactly, both good to know, yeah 😏

Joe: all pretty basic and vanilla but still, annoying as shit

Ronnie: unless you can get me to do it for you yeah

Ronnie: dinners at what like 7

Joe: you’re gonna ruin my happy uni home?

Joe: oh no

Joe: be there be 7, eating at 8, apparently

Joe: time to ‘mingle’ as she put it which sounds suspicious af

Ronnie: fucking hell

Ronnie: thank christ i already hate you

Joe: saves times, energy less so

Joe: your mate is up for it, unless he’s a convincing liar, which I could see

Ronnie: what energy do you want name it theres gear thatll give us it

Ronnie: he is but i cant see the con shes got fuck all any cunt wants other than pasta shapes & mariahs likely on a diet

Joe: 🤤 and not over her appetizers, like

Joe: there’ll only be the 6 of us so we’ll need entertainment

Ronnie: lad flatmates bringing a bitch

Ronnie: shes gonna need something to get her through it or something she can use to end it

Joe: yeah he has a missus

Joe: even though him and Sophie belong together as the most average whitebread couple ever

Ronnie: make it happen then

Joe: where’s my bow and arrow

Joe: their 💘 ain’t my problem

Ronnie: you said you could do whatever and we needed entertainment

Ronnie: put all that money where your mouth is

Joe: you’re well sweet

Joe: you want her to be living her best life

Joe: dunno if I can hack being his shoulder to cry on in the interim

Ronnie: your teeth wont have time to rot before you choke on em talking to me like that

Joe: go on then

Ronnie: you owe me i dont owe you

Joe: I thought you’d ask for something better

Joe: but your loss

Ronnie: yours youre thinking about it

Joe: I get it, you want it to be hell living here

Ronnie: i dont wanna have to ask

Joe: for what

Ronnie: anything

Joe: why not

Ronnie: you think you can read my mind or some shit

Joe: I’d like to

Joe: and I think you get me, and yeah, I think I get you more than the bullshit mommy issues attention whore comment that was to get a reaction

Joe: I don’t think we’re twin flames just because we share some DNA, I’m not that kind of delusional, believe it or not

Ronnie: cause weve shared a needle though yeah

Joe: I get it, another kid with a habit, you’ve met hundreds

Joe: it is different though

Joe: tell me it isn’t

Ronnie: different cos its a habit you didnt have days ago

Joe: it’s not your fault

Joe: for good or bad

Joe: you didn’t spike me without asking

Ronnie: i didnt say that

Ronnie: i said thats why its different

Joe: yeah

Ronnie: nobody did any of this shit for me i dont know why im doing it for you

Joe: do you want to, or do you think you need to

Ronnie: what the fuck does it matter

Joe: you either fuck with me, you like fucking with me or you think you’ve got to protect me or some bollocks

Ronnie: protect you from the needle i stuck in your arm yeah that makes loads of sense

Joe: from getting a bad dose, being beat up by one of your dealers

Ronnie: i just wanted a front row seat

Ronnie: im not gonna get one when your family finds out

Joe: that’s fine by me

Joe: you reckon they’ll fly me home for an intervention then?

Joe: shouldn’t be surprising how oblivious they are

Ronnie: i dont care what they do to try & fix it youll be at rock bottom by then

Joe: they won’t try, they don’t

Joe: just because I weren’t shooting up doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing plenty other fucked shit for ages without it ever being a conversation

Joe: one of the kids that they took in, is a walking skeleton

Joe: can’t get her to eat, some reason don’t do anything but try to reason with her like she’s reasonable, never mind the rest

Ronnie: no shit they dont i was proof of it before you or her

Ronnie: in the same town with the same name she fucking gave me and still out of sight out of mind

Joe: precisely

Joe: so if you’re hoping fucking me up will get her to come about then you shouldn’t bother, honestly

Joe: save yourself that disappointment

Ronnie: it aint about her paying attention

Joe: good

Ronnie: you wanna know me i only want you to know what it feels like

Joe: then let’s do it

Ronnie: nah i was rem to reckon it was worth shit

Ronnie: it aint

Ronnie: you aint

Ronnie: youre never gonna have your head wrecked how mine is and i cant be arsed to put the time in fucking you up in the selfish special way i need when you keep pure loving it like

Joe: is that not indicative of how I’m already quite fucked enough

Joe: just because it’s not abandonment based

Joe: what normal cunt would love any of this, even contact you again after the first

Ronnie: fuck no

Ronnie: youre living your best life and it makes me wanna hang myself

Joe: Christ, you’re up yourself, aren’t you

Ronnie: &

Joe: you want me to roll my sleeves up again and show you the recent damage?

Ronnie: yeah

Joe: [pics]

Ronnie: [obvs gotta send him some back]

Joe: [a straight up new one like just did it]

Ronnie: [ofc she has to also like this is a competition]

Joe: [hope you started small so you have somewhere to go ‘cos the vibe]

Ronnie: [knowing y’all you didn’t but it won’t stop you and I will be forever on edge]

Joe: [so grim, don’t pass out]

Ronnie: [or end up needing stitches]

Joe: [probably do them yourselves, ick]

Joe: do you fucking get it yet

Ronnie: why do you care

Joe: why do you think

Ronnie: i keep telling you i dont

Joe: braindead sounds ideal

Ronnie: horse girl not about to suffocate you

Joe: she would if I let her, like

Joe: 🍈🍈

Ronnie: wait til theres a chance ill choke on my vomit next time christ

Joe: so lay back and I’ll tell you some more

Ronnie: ok go

Joe: [go on about Sophie in a way I shall not even bother but let us assume it is crude and rude af]

Ronnie: [we’re not into poor Soph but they clearly are]

Joe: [just fuck and get it out the way lads, so rude to everyone else rn]

Ronnie: [honestly, but hopefully at this dinner party because Jamie jealousy will be off the charts]

Joe: [Charlie gon have to keep quiet ‘til you home lmao]

Joe: Any luck?

Ronnie: got no pasta shapes in my system have i

Ronnie: but why the fuck are you not lurking to save me

Joe: you want me to swallow the bile for you then, okay

Joe: the last one looked deep

Ronnie: deep enough if you wanna pussy out and spit instead

Joe: I don’t

Joe: where are you

Ronnie: dorothys

Joe: he in?

Joe: if I have to show him it’s brotherly concern you’ll only die quicker

Ronnie: nosey cunt wouldve stopped me

Joe: Yeah

Joe: I can say sorry if you want or I can just come patch you up and not lie first

Ronnie: i dont need your help

Joe: I know

Joe: purely wanna save you for my own complex and to be loving life even harder

Ronnie: wank off about the sos from the other day thats it i cant top you carrying me out til the bleeding stops

Joe: I’m coming over

Joe: you’ve got time to lock the door if you really don’t want me to come in

Joe: can get my own shattered glass without breaking his windows

Ronnie: he must like you to have given you his address

Ronnie: but not enough to overshare the door dont lock cos i broke it 💔

Joe: or am I better stalker than you give credit

Joe: thanks for the tip, baby

Ronnie: youd have been waiting for me to get here not the other way round

Joe: You do want me to read your mind

Joe: maybe a lobotomy will help

Ronnie: hot

Ronnie: reading your mind you want me to pass out before you fuck me but its not that deep

Joe: the wound or the vIbEzzZ

Ronnie: this your coming out cos you sound like charlie

Joe: just trying to turn you off, don’t want blood to gush out

Ronnie: liar youd be made up to see that

Joe: not hiding in the bushes yet

Joe: slow down

Ronnie: youre used to being the big brother i get it

Joe: Something like that

Ronnie: i know how to ride a bike without stabilisers or whatever the fuck

Joe: and tie your shoes

Joe: it’s alright, we’ve established I’m not a paedo

Joe: what can’t you do then

Ronnie: err what a nonce would say

Ronnie: read music we also fucking established

Joe: you teach me how to shoot myself up, I’ll teach you how to

Ronnie: not a fair swap i dont need to learn how

Joe: You don’t wanna be a babysitter either, so you’ve said

Ronnie: you dont like me any more or what

Joe: Of course I do

Joe: You got me my own dealer first

Ronnie: you asked me to 1st

Joe: How did I?

Ronnie: what else is ? for a plug without giving a fuck if ive rattled myself into a ditch

Joe: If I talked to you as much as I felt like

Joe: You’d tell me to fuck off more than you already do

Joe: I’ve got no clue where the line is, how much you want me to care

Ronnie: what line

Ronnie: i dont want you to care

Joe: Tough shit

Joe: I didn’t ask you to get me a dealer

Ronnie: you fucking did

Joe: I just didn’t wanna see you suck dick on my behalf, alright, that’s all

Joe: what you do for yourself is your business

Ronnie: calm down nothing i do is for you

Joe: 👌

Ronnie: dont call her then

Joe: you on commission?

Ronnie: 🖕

Joe: If I do, you’ll still have to see me

Ronnie: youll see me bleed out on the kitchen floor 1st

Joe: You’re a pro, I know you’re being overly-dramatic

Ronnie: at opening as many veins as itll take to not have to see you again yeah

Joe: to make me hurry*

Joe: I’m on the tube

Joe: you have to live in the middle of nowhere

Ronnie: no fixed address i told you

Joe: ❗️

Joe: if there’s a break-up or a thruple, you can have the extra room

Joe: makes sense now

Ronnie: it dont make sense you reckon we can afford any extras however far out

Joe: like you said, she’ll get homesick and chuck it in even if Marc won’t dump his girlfriend

Ronnie: if she does youll be homeless too like unless his missus is gonna cover the costs of the en suite for you

Joe: you can have my room, it’s the smallest

Joe: they can have the en-suite palace and I’ll take theirs, which is not next to the others 👌

Ronnie: not that youve thought loads about it

Joe: if you heard her disney playlist everyday, you’d think about it as well

Ronnie: id think about killing her or myself not a cosy little bed swap

Ronnie: shed never hack living with me nor would you

Joe: well that thought is never far from the front of my mind

Joe: if you need the bed, you know it’s yours

Ronnie: get it through your head i need fuck all from you

Joe: yeah, yeah

Ronnie: theres this way of living when youre not inside your ma in every possible sense course you aint heard about it

Joe: you need to prove you’re self-sufficient ‘cos no one’s ever given a shit about you but Charlie and the other one

Joe: I’m aware you’ve made it to your old age without me, you’re alright

Ronnie: i need to be it the only proofs im not dead yet baby

Ronnie: you need me to be old cos im not in a fucking coma & you cant get it up else

Joe: I’d rather be in the coma myself but you can be too

Joe: not calling dibs

Ronnie: oldest gets 1st dibs

Joe: *until the youngest cries about it so much you get told to give in to shut ‘em up

Ronnie: try me

Joe: you know you can’t hack my crying

Joe: does your head in SO much

Ronnie: save it for when you need lube or horse girl is gonna be coming after you with the leftover glue so you can never fucking leave her

Joe: come at you with the needle and sew us together, babe

Joe: unlucky

Ronnie: more than unlucky if i cant bust a stitch open to be the dead girl you want

Joe: you’re the dead girl I want already come on

Ronnie: til i teach you how to 💉 yourself

Joe: nah

Ronnie: 💘

Joe: looking well deformed these days, my one

Ronnie: could cut it out know youd be made up for the matching needlework

Joe: you play mad professor I’ll play corpse

Ronnie: long as i dont have to play nice

Joe: know what you take me for, actually, but no

Joe: obviously not

Ronnie: cant take you anywhere even if i did wanna

Joe: god imagine the dent in your street cred, sis

Ronnie: if i could cry i obviously would

Joe: repression or fucked tear ducts from all the 😭 you been doing

Ronnie: what im that baby faced youre taking me for a newborn now

Joe: nah, mr i don’t fuck kids here, remember

Joe: plus kids are always calling 999 by mistake and they’d get there before me

Joe: maybe, depends how many people have stabbed other people today

Ronnie: id have got the numbers up but ive been busy like

Joe: gotta make time for you, babes

Joe: it’s called self-care

Ronnie: ask me what with

Ronnie: shittest stalker ever you are

Joe: go on

Joe: school us

Ronnie: cant cry cos when i was linking you with a plug you dont want i was getting myself linked with your meds

Ronnie: best guess as a better stalker than you & less basic white girl than your crazy ex

Joe: 💡 fairplay

Joe: won’t tell you any other side-affects, see if you can guess ‘em right

Ronnie: i wasnt gonna take em but you want me to get you so bad

Joe: yeah misunderstood white boy is selling less these days

Joe: help a brother out

Ronnie: fuck all has happened so i probably cant

Joe: 💔 oh well

Joe: they’re nothing exciting, even though I managed to get the highest dosage they’ll do

Ronnie: maybe mines off for not giving you the benefit of the doubt when i could continue reckoning youre such a pussy

Joe: you’ll forget by tomorrow, no problem

Ronnie: neither brother is gonna let me if they walk in on me microdosing theyll reckon its a getting well party and get the deccies out

Joe: only so many times you can just kidding that ‘fore it gets old

Joe: we’ll go out, when I get there

Ronnie: where you kidnapping me to baby

Joe: I know enough to know it’s all wrong turns and blindfolds, not giving you a map

Ronnie: if its a&e no cunts finding your body even with a map

Joe: piss off

Ronnie: give us a clue

Joe: I’ll mark it with an X if you do me

Ronnie: if you ever fucking get here

Joe: if we were sewn together this wouldn’t be a problem

Ronnie: wanting to look like twins so nobodyll give a shit that you wanna fuck me would be something youd think about on the tube mckenna

Joe: they run in my old man’s DNA so have to look for those bastards instead

Joe: all I know about hers is addiction

Ronnie: course he does fuck alls your own idea

Ronnie: if hes got a sister even a meff nancy drew like youll be able to find bastards they had together

Joe: loads, Catholic, remember

Joe: twins kid is black though so process of elimination

Ronnie: cute how that runs in your family too like

Joe: guess so

Joe: not like it’s that crazy a concept

Ronnie: not like youve ever met an irish catholic who werent a saint yeah

Joe: it’s a fucked place to live

Joe: really third world in that respect

Ronnie: your real da is who you wanna look for if hes got no bastards going about its cos he cant knock anyone up

Joe: that your all men are pigs stance

Joe: alright courtney calm down

Joe: I’m out now anyway, don’t need a real mum or dad to come rescue us from the priests and that

Ronnie: nah its a fact unless his twin kept going up the backstreet or he was only sticking it in her other 2 holes

Joe: they didn’t really grow up together

Joe: he left when he was 15

Joe: maybe she was a late bloomer, happy days

Ronnie: 💔 your ma wasn’t then i wouldnt be here

Joe: no dig about how you’re dying now anyway ‘cos I’m taking so long?

Joe: you must be fading fast and not just being a dramatic bitch

Joe: good thing I’m in [wherever we ended up locating y’all] now

Ronnie: shut up i said its not that deep

Ronnie: youre the dramatic bitch legging it here for a fucking scratch

Joe: you wanted me to

Ronnie: you want to i dont give a shit

Joe: right, that’s what I meant

Ronnie: you can stop with the gay shit i told you hes not here

Joe: gays don’t own sarcasm

Ronnie: they own getting attached to cunts fast who dont care

Joe: awh, you being replaced rn?

Ronnie: horse girl wishes

Joe: Can’t catch a break or a man that one

Ronnie: after a pity fuck with you who knows what shed catch

Joe: you wanna infect her by-proxy, you’re so blatant

Ronnie: i shouldve got you to bring her my bloods everywhere

Joe: adding her puke to the mix would make it interesting, sure

Joe: bet she knows first aid

Ronnie: if youre too pussy to break my ribs yourself get back on the tube

Joe: threaten me with a good time

Ronnie: i just did

Joe: without meaning it, yeah

Ronnie: try and hurt me i mean it

Joe: [why do y’all always set the tension so high lads lmao, we know but]

Ronnie: [me and my boo here like calm down you can’t hook up yet but they are both like !!!!]

Joe: [shouldn’t have let you get on that train sir but you would so]

Ronnie: [I shouldn’t let her open her mouth ever but here we are]

Joe: [forreal lmao]

Ronnie: [gotta draw an x on him in her blood when he shows up before we can do a more permanent one however we are either as a scar or tattoo so soz for increasing the tension even more lol]

Joe: [just got to stare at her for ages and then shove her away very dramatically ‘cos you can’t, head through to whichever room she was bleeding in to assess/gawp at]

Ronnie: [she’s gotta lol like well if that��s the best you can do at trying to hurt me I’m not worried]

Joe: [‘whaddya use?’ and just going through this flat as if you’ve been here before/were invited by anyone but Ronnie vaguely because manners can’t matter when we’ve gone this far already]

Ronnie: ['what, you didn't

touch yourself enough on the tube?' but we are obvs showing him whatever we did use because it's just another way to flirt and we can use it to make that x happen so]

Joe: [shakes head ‘spill too much and they emergency stop’ and a look like do I look like I wanna be on a psychward but in a 😏 don’t answer that way, doing our own tallies with it, of course]

Ronnie: ['we're walking then' like where are you taking me don't get comfy bitch]

Joe: [little disbelieving lol like excuse me princess ‘your carriage was unavailable’

Ronnie: ['no shit the horse is dead busy']

Joe: [‘I ain’t taking you to a stable’]

Ronnie: ['that's where we ain't going, now tell me where the fuck we are' because we're like an excited kid about this]

Joe: [it’s cute and we clearly think so even if we’re distracting ourselves with this self-harm so we don’t go too far, unrelated but I haven’t thought where yous are going lmao but I’m vibing something London but something she wouldn’t have done, something music related, also if it has like, kid vibes, bonus, I’ll have to look so just keeping tight-lipped to be annoying and surveying the bloody carnage he’s now added to ‘you want to clean up?’]

Ronnie: [it'd be cute if there was something like thinktank but for music instead of science but idk if that exists anyways in answer to that question she's just gonna remove her top or whatever like yeah it do have blood on even though we know that's not what he means because we're still in a flirty mood despite how annoying his non reply is]

Joe: [that’s what I’m vibing but likewise have no idea, I’m sure there is shit though and you could find it Joseph, anyway, truly the this is fine meme about that ‘cos you can’t turn away 😳 but also boy don’t, moving like you’re gonna come close to her though]

Ronnie: [soz Charlie cos she shamelessly threw her top on the floor and isn't gonna clean up any of this blood even on herself like I literally should say she goes to the sink and then to get clean clothes but instead we all know she's just gonna take Joe's jacket or whatever and put that on, thank god he's all about the layers]

Joe: [god bless the grunge

aesthetic, ‘do you do it in front of him?’ and touching the cuts that are still showing ‘cos you know there’s some still, and it is like when and where do you do this when you do not have a room lmao]

Ronnie: ['yeah' leaving it up to him whether he wants to think it's in an attention whore way cos we're still annoyed at that call out lol but realistically it's just because of how long they've known each other and how they be living, she's not actively trying to upset Charlie that much most of the time]

Joe: [‘does he do it?’ ‘cos we can’t imagine it from the little we know but also can’t imagine him just chilling if he isn’t as fucked as them]

Ronnie: [the facial expression equivalent of his amused lol earlier because no]

Joe: [dropping it even though you find this odd like don’t worry boy, the tea is he is getting over it and wanting her to stop, pulling the jacket sleeve to take her out the door like come on]

Ronnie: ['he knows what'll happen if he tries to stop me' cos you can't tell me that when they were younger he didn't do exactly that and she went ballistic but more importantly HOW DARE YOU BOO because that is 1000% a Fraze move and I'm dead]

Joe: [yes I thought it was legit for a parallel, enjoy the long trip back to central guys]

Ronnie: [idk how we are gonna stop you hooking up to fill the time other than the other people in close proximity lol]

Joe: [maybe a uni/work obligation can come in and he has to go like legit ‘cos that’d kill this off]

Ronnie: [personally devastated that means an iou for this cute date but I love how fuming she would be at never finding out where they were going]

Ronnie: [not to mention the not at all casual and public domestic they’d have would be such a fat mood and show she cares when she’s literally like umm what the fuck do you mean you’re leaving]

Joe: [love how blatant we both are individually]

Ronnie: [hard same]

Joe: They sprung that rehearsal on us last minute

Joe: I already said, I’d give you the funds and you could go do whatever

Ronnie: and i told you to go fuck yourself

Ronnie: or your cello

Joe: I wouldn’t have wasted my time let alone yours if I knew that was gonna happen

Joe: how would you go about fucking a cello, exactly

Ronnie: waste more of your own time figuring it out its your raging hard on for it

Joe: I can’t not go

Joe: they make you sign a bloodoath when you get in basically

Joe: no excuses

Ronnie: youd have found an excuse fast enough if id stuck a needle in your arm

Joe: no, I wouldn’t, ‘cos it wasn’t an option

Joe: there was already enough damage to hide

Ronnie: i dont give a shit what options youve got

Joe: right, tell it to the crowd that amassed, they might believe you a tiny bit more than I do

Joe: I’ll make it up to you, okay

Ronnie: thats what soft cunts wanna hear when you cant hide no more & since you reckon you wont be getting forced into treatment you get to keep your gob shut for all that being sorry bullshit

Joe: make it into something it ain’t ‘cos you can’t hack hearing it

Ronnie: i dont wanna hear from you end of

Joe: alright

Joe: see you around then

Ronnie: 🖕

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mad-ncity · 5 years

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Told You | Mafia!Yuta x Reader

this has to do with the recent reaction post i made it goes more in depth about yuta’s reaction and how it went down. hope yall like it!!

its been your goal since you met yuta to scare him

and even though yuta could be relaxed around you he never flinched or showed any fear when you tried to freak him out

though in the time you two have been dating you have managed to scare other members such as taeil a couple times but never haechan that man is the scariest man here although thats beside the point

today was another day that you attempted to scare your boyfriend

and honestly you thought you had got him this time

he had no idea you were behind him and you were absolutely going to freak him out with the mask you had on

you tapped on his shoulder and-

“Oh hey y/n what the hell is on your face?”

you pulled off the mask hastily which made your hair a bit messed up

“why dont you get ever scared?”

“babe im in the mafia. i was beaten as a kid and thrown into terrifying situations that no kid should have to go through. i dont get scared anymore.”

you poked his chest “that sounds like a challenge and i gladly accept”

“whatever i have stuff to go do so why dont you go back to our apartment and ill meet you back there in a little bit” he pulled you towards him and kissed the top of your head

you smiled at him and nodded your head “okay ill see you later yuta”

you left the hideout and started your way back home

the sun was setting it was nearly dusk but you knew this route like the back of your hand

you was casually walking when someone bumped into you knocking you down

“I am so sorry! here let me help you up”

the man pulled you up off the ground but not letting you go he pulled a gun out and held is discretely between your back and him

“Walk”

he led you into an alley where there was a truck lying in wait

“this is kind of cliche dont you think?”

“shut up or ill shoot you”

“right got it”

you suddenly felt extreme pain in your leg

“I told you to shut up”

he then threw you into the van while you passed out from the pain

yuta started to make his way home around midnight

he didnt want to worry you earlier but he had a tough job to do today and he needed to be sure you were home by the time he left for his job

“y/n im home”

he took of his shoes at the door and waited for you to poke your head out like you usually did

that was one thing he loved about you

you always stayed up and waited for him

but when you didnt come out he knew something was wrong

from the looks of it you hadnt even made it home your shoes werent anywhere in sight

suddenly his phone started ringing and he immediately answered it without looking to see who it is

“y/n is that you?!”

“yuta. this is taeyong. you need to get back here now. youre not going to like this”

with that taeyong hung up and yuta ran back out the door

when he got back to the hideout he rushed in and saw everyone huddled around in a room

when he pushed through everyone he thought his heart would stop

there you were wrapped in bandages and bruises laying on a makeshift cot

“what the hell...do we know who did this?”

taeil stepped forward and moved your arm ever so slightly so that yuta could see what was written on it

it was a phone number

mark then spoke up “the phone number is an international one. specifically japan. though i couldnt get the owner of it i think we all know who did this”

yutas knuckles were white from how hard he was clenching his fists

everyone filed out and left him alone in there with you

he knelt down next to you and held your hand “y/n i swear im going to make sure this never happens again” he kissed your hand and then left

he made it outside and called the number

“took you long enough to call me. i was starting to get worried that i beat up the wrong person! glad to see my men didnt screw up this time”

yuta was shaking in his shoes “what do you want dad”

yuta could hear his dad chuckle into the phone “always straight to the point. thats what ive always admired about you, son”

“cut the crap just tell me what you want”

“fine, fine. i want you to come back. youve had your fun here in korea but its time you came back and i thought that my message would be more widely received if you saw what would happen if you said no. but next time your little toy will be dead. ill text you an address. you better be there.”

with that his dad hung up

and yuta was pissed

once he got the text he would have ran but someone stopped him

“where are you going?”

taeyong walked up to yuta and waited for his answer

“im going to where my father is. you cant stop me so dont even try”

taeyong threw his hands into the air “hey man i wasnt going to. i just thought that you might need someone to go with you”

“why would you want to go? dont you have other things to do?”

taeyong puckered his lips and bobbed his head around “yeah but it seems like your father wants to take a valuable asset from my gang and its part of my job as the boss to make sure everything is going as smoothly as possible and its my job as your friend to make sure that you dont make any decisions youll regret”

“aww the boss cares”

“shut up and get in the car”

so the two of them went to where the address was and got out of the car and into the warehouse

“you know, your dad is very cliche”

“yeah hes always been predictable like this. anyways you should stay out here. if you hear anything then you come in. nothing should happen but its always good to have some backup”

taeyong nodded his head and yuta went in

“glad to see you could make it son. though youre a bit later than i expected. well as long as youre here. lets go”

mr. nakamoto turned around to leave with all his grunts

“im not going dad. im just here to tell you my last goodbyes.”

mr. nakamoto stopped in his tracks and swiftly spun around

“your what?”

“I seem to have left you with the wrong idea when i left for korea. i meant that as a final goodbye but i guess you didnt get it. i am done with you and the yakuza. im happy here and theres nothing you could do to make me leave. so this is it. goodbye, father.”

yuta was walking towards the exit when he stopped “oh yeah and if i ever see you or your men around y/n again i will personally make sure that you and your little syndicate will be nothing but dust.”

taeyong and yuta made their way back to the base where you were up already

when yuta saw you awake he ran in and hugged you

“god y/n i was absolutely terrified that I had lost you. I am so sorry about this it will never happen again.”

you could hear the emotion in his voice and you kissed his cheek as the hug came to an end but you had another thought on your mind

“what are you smiling about? you were shot and could have died”

“I told you I could scare you”

#nct mafia au #yuta x reader #nakamoto yuta x reader #yuta #nakamoto yuta #nct #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct127 #nct127 scenarios

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pineapple----princess · 4 years

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Danger Days Secret Santa

@ruination-formation, I was your secret santa! Sorry it's up late, but I hope you like it.

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Prompt:

The Witch has a habit of pulling the truth out of killjoys. It doesn't matter if they accept that truth or not.

Ship:

Fun Ghoul/ Kobra Kid

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"Look, all I'm sayin is that maybe pulling out a grenade during a supply run isnt the best idea..."

I glanced over at Fun Ghoul. We had gone on a supply run into Battery City. Ghoul had at one point (and by at one point, I mean weeks) said that if he had to eat one more can of expired dog food, he was gonna give himself up to Korse just because dracs get better food than they do. Party Poison had told him to either go get some real food, or for Destroya's sake, shut his goddamn mouth.

Jet and I agreed whole heartedly. I mean, who wants to listen to Ghoul complain about kibble all day? Sure, I enjoy hearing his voice. It's one if the few things that keeps me sane, or maybe it's the think that's driving me to the brink of insanity. Either way, I love his voice. It's always filled with passion for whatever hes planning. He always is so filled with energy. But, the few times he is relaxed, he has this low grumble that makes me want to sit and listen to him till I fall asleep. Hell, I have fallen asleep to his voice.

But that's besides the point he was driving us crazy with his complaining. I have a hunch that it's not just the Power Pup. Theres been nothin to do for the past few weeks. We've all been getting restless. It's a rare occasion that theres nothin to do. But here we are.

I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard a loud slam of the door. Ghoul had left. Then I heard the Trans Am start up. I jumped out of my seat. Right as I am about to leave, I looked back at the other two members of the gang.

"I'm goin with him" I say.

None of us would have any clue what was going to happen in Battery City the next day.

•~•

"Look, all I'm sayin is that maybe pulling out a grenade during a supply run isnt the best idea..."

"Who are you to talk? You do this kinda bullshit all the time!"

"Ghoul please. There are swarms of dracs everywhere. It isnt funny. I'm all for playing pranks on Better Living, but right now we are in one of their most highly guarded food containment facilities. We dont have room for error!"

Ghoul turns and looks at me. The look in his eyes are different. Instead if the mistevious smile that usually rests on his face, theres a fire. Not the good kind either. Theres so much anger and hatred. It shocks me. Then I realize. It's the anniversary of him leaving the city for the zones. BL/ind had hurt him so much. Likely more than anyone else in the gang. He always powers through, hides the pain that he is so clearly feeling.

But now he has been enabled. A grenade in hand standing in one of the most important buildings Better Living has. Setting off that grenade, however would indefinitely ghost both of us, as well. But he dosnt seem to know, or care.

"Why do you care so much? No food means no production, this could set back BL/ind far enough that we could have a chance!"

I can see the hysteria building in his eyes.

"I care because this would kill both of us. If it only dust me, I would be fine with it, but you would be dusted too!"

I was yelling by the end of my sentence. I wasn't thinking. The yelling had attracted the attention of several dozen drac units. I wasn't joking when I said this place was heavily guarded.

Ghoul and I whipped out our blasters. My gaze darted to him. He looked nervous, not that anyone else could tell. To any of our opponents, he would look calm. Cocky, even. But I knew him better than that. Sure, the gang had taken on more than this, but that was when there was four of us. Now there was only two.

We started shooting. So did the dracs. It was complete chaos. I somehow ended up with the grenade. I knew that if only one well placed shot hit it, everyone and everything in this building would be gone. I know this because I helped build the grenade. I was bored, and so was Ghoul. We had explosives. Thus it was born.

But I couldnt think about that, or anything really. Only shooting. We were in a small room that was once white. The scorches of blasters painted the walls black. It was beutiful, in an odd way. But small rooms mean nowhere to hide.

There were dracs strewn all over the floor. The first group that we were confronted with almost definitely gone. But more kept coming. I looked at Ghoul. His jaw was set, eyes were narrowed. He was completely focused. A rare sight, but a good one.

Suddenly my abdomen started burning. An invisible fire scorched my entire body. I dropped to the floor. I could hear Ghoul scream. I looked down. Sure enough, there was a small, black hole in my stomach.

Then everything froze.

Not in a metaphorical way, either. Everything just stopped. The firefight completely paused around me. Then I saw her. Maybe she was a her. It was hard to tell, considering her body was shrouded in a feathery cloak sort of thing, and her face was concealed by a mask.

As she came towards me, I realized she was floating maybe two inches off the ground. She stopped. I looked at her. This must be The Witch Jet Star kept on talking about. I just thought that she was some sort of zone myth. But here she was. Floating right infront of me.

"It's not your time yet..." Her voice calm, yet daunting "How did you manage to die, without it being your time to go?"

She looked down on me. I could feel the confusion radiating off of her.

"I dont know" I said. It was all I could say. I looked back over at the frozen Ghoul, a lazer beam headed straight towards his forehead.

"Is this still happening? Or did you really freeze time?"

"That all depends on how you perceive it, Kobra Kid", she looked down at me,"You care about that boy more than you know."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that you care more about him than most everything else in this world"

"You make it sound like I have some undying attachment to him"

"You do", she ponders for a second,"You're dead. Theres no denying that. However, you're not supposed to be dead."

"Okay... so what's going to happen?"

"Well, how do feel about where time has stopped? Do you think you could leave now, and be content with your contributions in this life?"

I look back at Fun Ghoul, who's imminent demise was obvious.

"No. I want to save Ghoul. He has so much more to do"

The Witch turns toward me.

"That is not at all how you feel about Fun Ghoul."

"What do you mean?" I was starting to get frustrated.

"You feel more for him. Different than how you feel for the other KillJoys. Now, I ask again, how do you feel about him?"

My face was completely flushed with anger and embarrassment by this point.

"Okay so I love him. Big deal. You offered me another chance, now can I have it?"

"...yes, you may."

#secret santa #kobra kid x fun ghoul #danger days #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #mcr #kobra kid #fun ghoul #funkid

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jerrykitty · 4 years

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Jared x reader

You and jared were walking along the beach around 2 am. Just because you both wanted to go out, but no places were really open. As you and jared began walking further along the beach a group of these guys were there surrounding this bond fire. And as you walking by Jared instinctively put him between you and them. "Nice ass. You look mighty fine woman." And other comments were dirrected at y/n. Jared practically growled y/n could see him fighting for control over his basic animal instincts. A little up ahead y/n stops him. Y/n puts a hand on his upper arm and smike sweetly at him. "Thank you" y/n says. "For what" jared asks? "For keeping them animal in baby" y/n says. He hugs you tightly, dropping his head to where his lips rest between your neck and your shoulder. He gave out an almost purr in a loving and affectionate way. When jared raises his head he almost looks distraught. "We need to go y/n" jared says kinda hoarse "you know that the animal inside me will protect you at all costs" he growled out whike running with y/n in hand. "I know baby, I know. What do you need me to do" y/n says. "I need you to not be scared of what is going to come out baby girl" jared practically asks. "How could I be its you" y/n says with a loving tone. They continue running. Until there met by a light house area, and everything is gated off. There trapped. "Damnt" Jared growls, then he looks at you with pleading eyes as if they almost say sorry. "Baby, its fine, I'm right here" y/n says soothing. Jared imeadently relaxes. "There coming" jared whispers to y/n.

Then the bond fire gang is there surround them, there only means if escape is to fight. Luckly the part that there at is surround by woods and a light house. Jared puts y/n behind him in a protective stance. "We just wanna play with her" a member of the gang says wickedly. Y/n instinctively let's out a small gasp, gone unheard all by except Jared. Jared eyes turn bright yellow. A couple of the gang members gasp and then slightly smile. Jared is waiting for there move, he'll be dammed if be gets arrested just on probable cause that these guys can attack. He couldnt take that risk.

"Jared" y/n yelled from behind him. Jareds reflexes imeadently go instinctive. Someone has there hand on y/n' s arm. He growled a threatening growl. He began to prowel twords you and the gang member who puts y/n infront of him. Jared looks into y/n eyes and sees the fear. Not of Jared. But of this guy who is still holding onto her tightly. Jared puts a rough hand on y/n face and you lean into his touch. Then he moves his hand to your back and pulls a little bit. And the guy let's go of y/n arm. Jared lets go of you just in case he hurts you. And he puts his claws into his chest and rips down. He turns to you and let out a small growl, as if checking you over. "I'm fine Jared, seariousally" y/n says reassuringly. Jared turns his attention back to the gang, who is a little over half way running back. He growls in an approving way.

Jared turns back. "Y/n" he breaths out. His head resting on your shoulder. "Jared" you say and bring him into a close hug. He hugs you back and let's out a soft wine growl. And then you feel it. You can feel his hard on poking your stomhic. "Jared" you say with a teasing tone. "M sorry, it happens when I go primal like that" jared says breathlessly. "Hmm, maybe you can go primal in bed too" you say thrilled and teasingly. He growled. He began to kiss you, deeply, resting his hans on your hips. Then he moved one of his hands to your thigh and with a small growl he brings you closer, lifting your leg up to go around his hip. "Jared, I really dont wanna do this here, maybe we can go home or find somewhere more secluded" Y/n says suggesting. He growled, and lifted his head to reveal those prominant yellow eyes. "Jared" you breathe. He picked you up bridal style and kissed you hard and passionately. He ran back to the motel, using the animal inside to help get there faster. He let out a soft growl when y/n began to kiss his jaw and neck.

When you both made it into the hotel and into your room. He growled and put up against the door. And he began to attack your neck with kisses, finding that sweet spot on your neck. "Jared" you moan "Jared, bed please". He scurres to the bed. He lays you on top if the bed and he climbs on top of you. His eyes turn back to that alluring yellow. "Y/n" he growled. As he began to take off your shirt "So perfect, so beautiful" he said with a low husky voice. "Jared" you wine as you began to reach for his shirt but he pulls your hands away. "Let me, I should take care of you" jared breaths out. He pulls off his shirt to reveal that tonned muscled chest and those abbs, oh those abbs. "Jared" you practically moan from just looking at his skin, every thing so tight, so perfect. You get a glimpse of your body as you began to drift your gaze lower. A bunch if self sham and dobt washes over you, and you turn your head no longer being able to look at yourself. 'Hes so perfect, and I'm not' you think. As if jaerd just read your thoughts "your so perfect, so beautiful, I couldn't ask for anything more" he said as he kissed your lips and began kissing you everywhere. You gasped when Jared took your nipple in his mouth. Your hands imeadently going to his hair, and gave a small tug. He growled, and it sent shivers down your spine. He moved to your other nipple and began sucking, and letting go making a wet pop. As he began trailing kisses down your body. He reached the hem of your underwear, and looked at you for reassurance. You nodded your head. And he continued taking off your underwear. "God, Jared" you moan when his tounge darts out to taste you. He growls approvingly. He laps at you for what seems forever. Pretty soon your screaming Jared's name until you cum.

Once you've come down from your high. You begin to eye Jared, seeing that huge tent in his boxers, teasing you. You order him "lay fown on the bed". "Is that an order" he asks with a slight growl. "Yes...you wanna make a bet?" Y/n asks suggestivly. "Sure" he said eyeing you. "I bet that you'll moan" y/n said tauntingly. "Okay bet" Jared said as he laied down crossing his arms behind his head. You go on top of him and began kissing his soft hard lips. And Then began trailing kisses ever so slowly downü his body. You gear him gasp, but no sound. You begin to grind against his clothed manhood. He hides a moan. "What was that" you ask teasingly as you grind against him. He growls. You start to back your body lower on him, as your kisses go lower. Your mouth is at the hem of his boxers. Your head goes down a little bit, and you mouth his clothed straining erection. He takes a sharp intake of breath and sighs. You take off his boxers and throw them on the floor somewhere. Your hand goes to his erection and begins stroking, working his cock. Hes panting as a small amount of pre-com comes out on the head, and you luck it off. As He warches this he moans, no longer being able to hold back. He continuously moans. And Then you stop. His moans stop and the form into a wine. "Beg" y/n says strictly. His lips move almost as if saying something. But nothing comes out. Then a wine growl came out "please. Please don't stop" he said almost as if he was broken. You continue to stroke him. After about 2 minutes he begins to growl "need you. To be inside you please". You stroke him for a little bit longer, then you begin to line his manhood with you entrance. He hisses "God, you smell so good. It's intoxicating". You slide down him and he groans. You place your hands on his chest, as you ride him slowly. "God your so big" you moan as he thrusted up in you. "I can't hold the primal side back much mire longer" he growled eyes turning yellow. "Its Okay, let go. Y/n says. He growls and then flips both of you over so hes on top now. You ket out a small squeel. "Jared" you moan as he begins to thrust harder into you. He begins to suck at your neck, biting a little. " can I claim you, it'll hurt a little but I'll make it hurt the least possible" he asks. "Yes" you say in a moan. His thrusts begin to get erratic. You begin to feel sharp teeth prick your skin. "Jared" you moan louder as esticasy hits, and you cum harder then you ever have in your life. "Y/n" he growls into your mark as he cums in you. He falls on top of you resting his weight on his arms. He begins kissing your face as he mumbles "that was amazing". He rolls off of you, spooning you till you both fall asleep.

Later that day, its about noon. You wake up to find jared sleeping peacefully. "Hey sleepy head" you say with a smike gracing your lips. Jared wakes up. "Yeah" he questions tiredly. "Do you wanna take a shower...together" you ask eyeing him. He shoots out of bed "Yes" and heads to the shower.

After you erotic washing of your bodies. You head down stairs to breakfast. You see some of the gang from earlier last night and you back up straight into Jared's chest. "Mate" he whispers soothingly "whats wrong" he askes as he looks in the direction his mates gaze falls. He imeadently let's put a snarl. Things clicking in your head. You turn around do that your facing Jared "Jared, look at ne baby". He looks down at you " we can't do this here, take us back to the room, please" you ask pleading. You grab his hand and begin to walk back to the room. Jared follows closely. Your back at the room and Jared is pacing the room. "Jared come here baby" you ask soothingly. He does as he is asked. And sits beside his mate, wrapping his arms around you growling softly "I'm scared that I won't be abke I protect you" he said almost defeated. "You will be able to jared, no matter what we will always have each other" you say and you kiss his lips. Thats when someone enters their room jared breaks their kiss and snarls getting up and putting himself between his mate and the possible intruder. The gang member from last night strolls in. They pull out a pocket knife "you freak and your freak girl need to pay for what you did to my buddy. He just wanted to have some with your girl" he said menacingly. Jared snarled, y/n could feel three rage flowing off of Jared. You reached out and hugged him from behind, he calmed some. "If you know what's best for you, I suggest you leave, now" y/n said strictly. You felt this power inside you radiate within. You stepped infront of Jared, your back to his chest. He crossed an arm around you protectively. The gang guy took a step forward knife pointed twords you, and before Jared could even react the guy lunged forward and stabbed your arm, it was only a 2 in blade but damn it hurt like hell. Jared imeadently saw red and moved you out of the way and shreaded the guy to peices, he transformed all the way to his alpha wolf. He began heaving "Jared" you said lightly. His wolf imeadently looked up at you and he instintally began to calm and changed back. "Are you okay" you ask him. "Yeah, are you? Jared asks inspecting your wound "this is gonna hurt". Jared pulled out the knife and grabbed a towel and put it over the wound and began to treat it.

Its been 2 days since the gang intruder incident happened. And your wound is healing up nicely. Its now just a line on your arm. "Jared, isnt tomorrow the day we head back" you ask. "Umm, yeah, I believe our flight is at 2:30 am eastern time" he says. "Okay, thank you" you say as you walk over to your new husband and sit in hus lap. He leans into you, holding you closely, he shudders. "Baby, whats wrong" you ask concerned. "Nothing babe" he pauses "I'm just so happy to have someone in my life like you, to keep me grounded" he says full of love, and a couple of happy sniffles. "Jared" you breathe, you bend your head up a tiny bit, and kiss him sweetly. He cups your face and let's out this purr. "We shoukd probley start to get packed" he says, picking you up, anf setting you on the bed. "But first" he says warmly. He leans down to kiss you. He lifts You off of the bed, and he sits down. He brings You to his lap, you take the seat that he's offered you. After You part for some much needeed air, you look into his eyes, and you see some hints of yellow. "You can let go Jared, I'm safe with you" you say. He lets out a soft growl, and mobes you so that your in front of him, he kisses you roughly, as if your his life force. "Y/n" he growls. He pulls your hips down, which pulls the rest of your body down too, so that you can grind against him. "Oh my... Jared" you moan. Feeling that thick bulging dick in his pants brush up against your core. "Fuck, y/n" he growls as he begins to nove your his harder and faster against his bulge. "Jared, please, need you, want you" you moan. He snarls, he rips your clothing into shreads off of you. He gets on top of you after repeating the same thing to his clothing. He plunges into you with a feral snarl and then growl after. He looks at you for a breif moment, before his primal instinct fully hits him. You nod. Almost knowing what hes asking for: permission. All self control diminishes after our nod. His animal setting the fast rough pace. With him snarling, growling, licking and biting your claim mark, your a cumming mess "Jared!" You pant. He snarls agsinst your mark, hips rocking fadter and harder. "Please Jared! I want more!" You moan loudly. With unbelievable strength and swiftness he changes your position to doggy-style. "Oh my god! Jared! Yesyesyeseys!" You scream. Your cumming so hard. Your entrance and walls are calming around Jared, he lets out a primal roar as he fills you with his seed. You stay in that position as he emptys himself into you, he backs off, enough for him to grab you into his arms. His features are still animalistic, but are calming some. Your both still panting heavily.

Your both on the plane going back home. You have the window seat, and he has te asile seat. He seems uneasy. You grab his hand, and you caress it with your thumb, calming him some. The last thing the plane needed was a primal Jared roaming the plane being scared. "Jared if you get that feeling, tell me, and we'll head back to the bathroom so I can calm you. Okay?" You say, leaving no room for discussion. "Yeah" he says kinda strained. "Come here" you say soothingly. He leans into you, and to begin to pet his head, running your ingers across his scalp. "Everythings gonna be Okay" you promised. He began to calm, he began to purr lowly, so only you could hear. You stay like that till you both fall asleep, later some turbulence hit. He shot up, he began to panic, and he could feel that side of him pushing a little. He wakes You up. "Jared" you mumble. You look up at him, to see that his eyes have hints of yellow in them. "Bathroom" you ask. He nods hurriedly. You both get up and head twords the back of the plane. Luckily one bathroom is empty. You both head in.

In the plane bathroom is cramped but its worth it. You sit jared down on the toilet. "Jared, its gonna be okay" ok said, right as some more turbulence hit knocking you off balance , but her kept you up right. His eyes bleeding yellow. "Jared" you cooed "I'm okay, see". His eyes do a once over on you. Someone knocks at the door, and jared practically growled, wrapping arms around before he could even growl, you kisses him. "Someones in here" you say. "Jared, no growling, okay" you say softly. He puts his head down in shame like a little puppy would if they did something wrong. "Its Okay" you add, bringing his head up so his eyes meet yours. And You kiss him softly. After about half an hour more of continually checking him over, and calming him down. Hes calm enough to go back to their seats. You get in first and then he does second. The plane lands shortly, you both buckle. Your still holding his hand, caressing it with you thumb. His eyes are closed, "Baby, weve landed" you say. Putting a hand to his face. His eyes open, yellow fadng out of his eyes.

They both get off of the plane and are driving home now.

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dadbodsarehot · 4 years

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tell me about the extremely angsty ending to August and Micah's story, I am deeply curious!!

rubs my gay little hands together

okay!! so theres actually an accompanying playlist for just this ending if youre interested in listening to it while you read what is going to be a Rant fjdsfjkl

you can listen to it here to set the mood - youre kind of meant to listen to them in order but you dont HAVE to

under the cut for length and also rdr2 spoilers

so by the point of the epilogue, august and micah have been together for around 8 years, give or take. constantly on the run, finding little places to settle down here and there, absolutely inseparable- like a man and his shadow, you could say. august cuts his hair and does his laundry and worships him and micah probably couldnt function without him ( even if he wouldnt tell him that ). they have a very….different, kind of relationship, but neither of them would change it for anything.

so they end up on the mountain - after the blackwater money, of course. you know how the game goes. john shows up- alone this time- to take revenge on micah for killing arthur and ratting on the gang, dutch interrupts -

but heres where it gets different.

when dutch goes to shoot micah, august realizes whats about to happen–

faster than any of them, powered entirely by his need for this to not happen–

august shoves micah out of the way and takes the bullet instead.

dutch drops his gun in abject horror, micah and john freeze. augusts blood is melting the snow beneath him and his hand touches at this wound in almost slow motion, this bullet hole in his stomach that he knows will surely kill him, holds his shaking and bloody hand up to his face, and for an instant you just see this horror in his expression ( its very rare for august to really emote at all ) before it fades out and his legs crumple underneath him.

and micah is the first to unfreeze, to be down there beside him, anger written all across him because no matter what that’s his first reaction, so many of his reactions lead straight to anger.

and he says something like “you idiot, why’d you do that? you coulda- you weren’t supposed to-” because he was prepared to not leave this mountain but he always assumed that august would leave without him, would take the money and live comfortably or go back to where he came from. that he couldnt have actually been that important to him, that august would find someone new to follow around when he was gone. it ate at him, but he had already made peace with it as a foregone conclusion while august had cut his hair the night before.

he was prepared for it, in a way.

but not for this.

never for this.

and august takes his hand, his own blood still dripping off his fingers, and brushes it against micahs’ mouth, his cheek, the curve of his jaw. it shakes as it stains him with his blood but he doesnt seem to notice. this little, almost not-there smile crosses over augusts expression- he knows micah is only angry because he cares about him.

and in his weak little voice, like wind through trees even on its best day–

he says.

“because i love you.”

and it’s not only the first time hes ever said it, it’s the last thing he ever says.

and dutch is long gone, unable to deal with watching this scene play out – he liked august, from what little experience he had with him, and cant handle being responsible for another innocent death–, but john is still there, like a trespasser in these final private moments. micah is in shock, still clutching to augusts lifeless body in denial.

and the universe splits there- john either still shoots micah, turning what was once a revenge mission into a mercy killing in the wake of the loss of the only person who ever really and truly loved him, or he puts his gun away and leaves him with his dead, deciding that this is punishment enough and forgetting about the mission entirely and going home to his family with the real meaning of what some blood cant be washed off means.

#joseph.ask #mike n ike #blood warning #angst warning #i love this ending #i mean i HATE it #but ive put so much thought into it #flonfymicah

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That Girl Will Never Be Mine (Taehyung x You ONESHOT)

A/N: I always feels Tae is a possesive lover too. I always feel that because he is so good looking and also an incredible person, he (or people) might think that he will get whoever he likes but I think he will somehow fall in love with a girl who didnt fall for him at first sight like most and had to actually work to get her. So, I love your idea of "shes so beautiful, she has a lot of suitors" because a little competition andd a jealous tae? Well, that sounds like a plotline to me ❤ and I am sorry if this is not my best work

Also,this is inspired by this drabble with the same title. You can read the drabble here first or just continue reading this story 💜

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A/N : And also, I’m trying a new thing here and you are in no way obligated to do it but if any of you like my stories and want to give some support, why not buy me a coffee? ☕💜

Taehyung waves off to the screaming fans one last time before the stage recline down, hiding all seven members from the crowd, his face etches from smiling.

"Good job guys! Another successful show, I am proud of you," Namjoon patted each of their backs and ruffles Jungkook's hair before bowing and thanking the rest of the staff, crew and their team for another successful concert in their tour. The other six members, including Taehyung did the same and retreats back to the dressing room, slumping hinself on the chair. Taehyung took out his phone as the others starts chit chatting, discussing about whether they should take a shower now of wait until they are back in their hotel room while some are already removing their makeup and changing out of their stage outfits. Taehyung glanced at his phone.

Of course.

Dozens of texts and misscalls, hundreds of notifications, but none from that one person that he actually want to hear from.

None from Y/N.

Taehyung lets out a frustrated sigh as he scrolls emotionlessly through the texts.

"Oh wow, hyung got a lot of booty calls," Jungkook laughs as he reads Taehyung's text over his shoulder. "Baby, call me after your concert. Taetae, my room number is 801, Tae, remember me?" Jungkook read the texts in a girly voice, mimicking the flocks of girls who left the texts.

"Shut up brat," Taehyung roll his eyes and tossed the phone on the dressing table.

"Why are you so grumpy? Maybe you should take on one of those invitation then, to ease up a little hyung," Jungkook laughs and went over to his station.

"No thanks. Not interested,"

"Kookie, you should know by now Tae is only interested in girls who is not interested in him," Namjoon laughs out loud. Taehyung glares at the leader through the mirror.

Fine, make fun of him. He dont care.

"Why is it so hard to even reply to any of my texts? I left her multiple before we started the show!" Taehyung grumble.

"Shes just not interested in you Tae. Wake up already!" Jimin chimes in. "Dont you ever think that you didnt see her because shes practically hiding from you? Shes not interested, move on already,"

"She might not be now, but I'll make sure she will be mine soon enough," Taehyung greeted his teeth with determination.

"We just finished a good show. A bunch of girls just passed out because you look their way and Y/N is the first thing you can think about?"

"Shes always what I'm thinking about Chim! I dont care how many girls want me, all I want is her. Urghh, what is it about me that she hates so much anyway?" Taehyung leans towards the mirror and examine himself. Why wont Y/N like him? What is he lacking? "Thats it, I'm calling her!"

"Suit yourself. We all know theres no point in stopping you anyway," Jimin shrugged and walks away.

Taehyung immediately reached out for his phone that he tossed earlier and press speed dial number one.

Mine ❤

After a few rings, Y/N picks up. Well, she kind of have to. They are friends. Its not weird for her to answer his calls Although Taehyung wants nothing more than to be more than friends ever since he met her that first day BigHit sent him and Jimin to their new highschool. Just a shy, absolutely beautiful, art student. Taehyung who was usually easy going and friendly suddenly turned tounge tied when hes around her, but someway, some how, he managed to be friends and the two of them and a few other friends become a whole group of besties. That was way back, and what Taehyung hope to only be a highschool crush develop into a full on feeling of in love.

Kim Taehyung is in love with Y/N, and its either she didnt know it or pretended that she doesnt.

"Hello? Y/N?" The line was noisy on the other side. Is she outside? If she does, with who? Not with men right? Why didnt she tell him shes going out? He texted her all the time to tell her what hes doing. Eating, praticiting, shooting, recording, everything!

"Tae? Taehyung! Hiiii! I thought you are busy on tour! Why are you calling?" Y/N's voice sounded chirpy, and it immediately melts his heart. All thoughts of anger melted away. Thats how big of an impact Y/N has on him.

"The concert just finished..." he grins. Baby. Urghh he wanted so bad to say those words to her, to call her that, but he knows he cant. Y/N only sees him as a friend. For now. "Didnt you read any of my texts?" he questioned out loud, wandering why didnt be received any reply from her.

"Oh sorry Tae. I'm outside with the gang and I didnt expect you to call, or text me, since you are on tour and all," Y/N giggles. "Oh my god, you should have seen Jae hyun! What he did was so funny! He-"

"Why is it so noisy? Iant it late at night there? Are you at a bar? Are you out drinking? Since when do you even drink?! When are you coming home?" Taehyung cuts her off, not interested to know about Jae Hyun or any other guy for that matter, especially one that is making her laugh. He should be the only one who makes her laugh!

"Well, the gang are. You know I dont drink Tae," Y/N giggles. "Why are you calling?"

Her question turn Taehyung's mood turned sour immediately. Here he is, missing her like crazy even in the middle of tour, in the mjddle of a super busy schedule and she dont even bother to read his text on the account of being outside having fun with some guy? Sure, Jae Hyun is one of his bestfriends too. In fact, he is sure Y/N is hanging out with their usual gang, but its not fair how they are outside living their normal life with Y/N and he is here, stuck performing. He wants to go out with Y/N too!

Yeah, people say hes lucky. To be debuting, to have a great career and awesome brothers as his band members and sure, Taehyung is happy and grateful too. But if only Y/N is his, then his life would be perfect. Y/N and him used to be the closest duo in their group but all that changes after he debuted. Packed, busy schedules take his time away from his friends, and Y/N and little by little they drifted apart, and now, with his packed schedule all year round, he dont know if he can recreate the closeness between him and Y/N again. Oh, how he wished his longing and feelings for her dissapeared just like their closeness.

Its true what Jungkook said. He can have his pick from the various girls in his phonebook, but none of them can even come close to how Y/N makes him feel.

"I'm just calling my best friend. Is that wrong?" Taehyung snapped. "If that best friend bothered to checked and replied my texts, hundreds of them, I wouldnt have to call now would I?"

"Tae... I'm sorry. I really didnt noticed, and I was just asking," Y/N's sighed sadly. "Why are you angry at me? Please dont be ang-"

"Just forget it! Have fun with the boys!" Taehyung angrily hangs up the call, huffing.

He knows he shouldnt be mad. Heck, he has no right to be mad, they are friends, and Y/N is not obligated to reply lr answer his calls if she didnt want to, but thats how it always is. He got angry when he thinks about how she is fine without him. He gets mad when he thinks about every second shes with someone else and not him. He didnt talk to any of his friends for a month once when Y/N has a boyfriend for two weeks before.

Afterall, he is Kim Taehyung. Theres nothing he hates more than what he cant have. and right now, thats Y/N.

/////

Y/N sighed and slipped her phone back in her bag.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Her best friend giggles, knowing how uncomfortable Y/N will be when she calls Taehyung that.

"He is not my boyfriend!" Y/N denies quickly. "But yes, its Taehyung,"

"I really dont get you Y/N. Kim Taehyung wants you. The Kim Taehyung! And you rejects him? Boy, you are really something else," her friend shakes her head. "The best friend turned idol slash international superstar and still madly in love with the best friend from high school only happens in fan fictions Y/N, and yet here you are. Happening right to you, and you rejected him? What is so wrong with Taehyung anyway?" She looks straight into Y/N's eyes trying to find and answer. When she find none, she shrugs. "Just, I dont know, think about it okay? Maybe its not such a bad idea, to be with him,"

"What are you even talking about? Taehyung is my best friend. Our, best friend," Y/N looks at her in disbelief. All of them hangs out together since they were teenagers doing homework together, its not possible for Taehyung to likes her. Especially now when he practically owna the world. Most of their friends had said that Taehyung harbour feelings for her, but that couldnt be true right? They are just friends. Have been for a long time even before Taehyung debuted. Sure, he was a trainee when they met and Y/N enjoyed being his friend. Sure, they were the closest duo before, maube Taehyung is a bit fond of her rather thab the others, but in love? Y/N chuckle to herself. It cant be.

She cant deny that Taehyung is really good looking, funny, charming, attractive and owns all the others positive things about him. and at one point in their friendship, she did have a crush on him. The two of them were so close when they first met. They did everything together, they are the typical high school bestfriends that are inselarable. But after Taehyung debuted.. well, thats when things starts to change for them. Is it his busy schedule or is it his changing attitude now that he is an idol that makes them drift apart, she cant tell, but one thing is for sure, the feelings she thinks she had before has dissapeared.

"Yeah, a friend. To us, not to you Y/N. I am pretty sure he wants to be more than that," Soo Young grins.

"No he doesnt! You know Tae is nice! He treat all his friends nicely," Y/N shrieks, but she knows its no point. They jabe had this argument a million times before.

"He is nice but I dont see hundreds of text from him in my inbox. Or sudden anger when I hang with a bunch of guys," she smirks. "Just face it will ya? Kim Taehyung loves you, and definitely more than just a friend,"

"Stop it Soo Young, he does not!" Y/N tries to deny it, but looking at the text Taehyung just sent her, Y/N got a feeling that somehow maybe her friend is right.

I'm sorry for snapping at you Y/N. I am just tired with tour and I miss you. I miss you very much and it just.. you know.. affect my mood. I'll call you early tomorrow morning okay?

Xoxo, Tae

/////

Taehyung woke up early the next morning, which is unusual for him, especially the morning after a full blown concert. But sleep is not an option when all he can think about is Y/N and how he unnecessarily snapped at her last night. Granted, he did this so many times already. His jealousy always takes over and he always ended up snapping at her, which leave him with a big sense of regret later. But he just cant control himself. Taehyung just wants Y/N all for himself.

Sure, he sent her a text saying sorry. And he waited for hours for her reply. Just a simple OK would do, but none. Y/N didnt reply anything. Is she that mad at him? Did his jealousy finally blew his relationship, if there was even any, over?

Taehyung sighed and ran his hand through his hair before reaching up for his phone.

1 new message.

With excitement and sheer hope, Taehyung quickly click it open, hoping and praying that it would be Y/N.

And sure it is, there, the name he waited so all night to grace his screen appeared.

Mine ❤

Even better, it wasnt just a text, but a photo. A photo of her beautiful face smiling at the camera, which looks like shes inside a plane, with a ticket held up covering half her face, showing the destination. Taehyung scrolled down to read the caption, heart racing.

Sorry Taetae, I fell asleep lastnight the moment I got home. Me and the gang are on our way to you ❤ we are attending your tour! Surprise! See you in a few hours.

Is this reall happening? Shes not angry at him. She coming to see him!

Y/N is coming to see him perform! Taehyung grins widely to himself, letting out a deep chuckle without realizing. He has never felt this happy in his whole life.

Y/N is coming to see him! Nevermind that shes coming with the whole gang, that part was long forgotten by Taehyung already. This is finally going to be the best tour ever!

/////

"Hey Tae, I think your schoolnates are here. They managed to pushed through and be at the front," Hoseok turns back to Taehyung after peeking through the curtain from the backstage. Its minutes to their concert for that night, at the crowd is packed, expected of another sold out concert, but Taehyung cant seems to stop talking about how his "gang" from school is coming tonight, so Hoseok cant resist but to give it a peak.

"Hobi, I think you got it wrong. Tae doesnt care about his friends. What matters is, is Y/N there?" Namjoon chuckles as Taehyung gives him a glare.

"Yah, I care about both my friends and Y/N hyung. Okay fine, I care about Y/N a little more," he grins. "Is she there Hobi-hyung?"

"Cant see really clearly, but I think so, yes Tae," Hoseok rolls his eyes. All of the boys knows what Y/N looks like by now. Well, they should, with how much Taehyung talks about her, showing her pictures to them. "This is going to be the best show you will ever give dont you Kim Taehyung?" Hoseok smirks.

"What are you even talking about?" Taehyung shrugs, feigning ignorance. "I always give my best performance hyung,"

"Yeah?" Hoseok looks at the younger man, who is grinning from ear to ear and laughs. "If you say so Tae. But I can tell tonight is going to be better," he chuckles.

Its obvious to everyone, Kim Taehyung is absolutely whipped by his own classmate. A girl who he will never get.

/////

Taehyung felt giddy all over. He cant wait to start. He have all this energy in him and he just cant stop smiling. This is the first time Y/N actually came and see him perform live. Sure, she and the gang has watched his performances on tape and videos before, but shes right here, in front of him, at the front row of his concert. There might be thousands filling up the stadium tonight, but Taehyung already knows that his eyes will only be seeing one person throughout the night.

/////

His eyes search the crowd the moment they entered the stage, followed by a huge roar of shouts and applause from the crowd. But nothing can distract him from locking his eyes on Y/N tonight. He expects to see her looking at him, smiling and waving, cheering him on, fueling his energy and passion more, but what did he see?

Y/N is not even looking at the stage.

In fact, shes busy talking, no, giggling, like a school girl in front of their crush with some guy who is standing beside her.

What the actual hell?

Taehyung is pretty sure he dont know him. He must be some random fan attending the concert. But why is he obviously flirting with his girl? Just like what he intended to do, Taehyung cant stop keeping his eyes of them, although its more glaring at the two of them rather than looking at Y/N now. And seriously, those two just wont stop laughing and talking. Why does this always happen? Why does she have to be so freaking beautiful? Attracting guys anywhere she went?! Taehyung growls to himself.

This is not a coffee shop for them to have a date! Its a damn concert.

So watch the damn concert already!

"Tae!" Namjoon hissed at him backstage as the 6 of them retrieve back to give space for Jungkook's solo. "What the hell is going on?"

"What do you mean hyung?" Taehyung sighed and plop down on one of the couches, gulping down a bottle of water . He knows exactly what Namjoon is talking about, but there is no way he is going to admit that.

"Oh please, you know exactly what I am talking about. Keep your head in the show Tae. And stop screwing up!" Namjoon huffed and walked away. Taehyung sighed. He knows he should focus on the show, its only for two hours, but how can he when the girl of his dream is right in front of him, and shes not even looking at him?

Taehyung tried to concentrate for the rest of the show, but failed miserably. He missed a lot of the cheography, accidentally hit the other members on stage, causing them to stumble and even forget a few of the lyrics. All the while, glaring and shooting daggers at Y/N and the guy's direction. Sure, his fans thinks its cute and assume that its part of the performance, some even say Taehyung is giving off an angry vibe which is considered hot and sexy, but the other members knows better and by the end of the show, all of them shakes their head and shot him a look of dissapointment.

Taehyung sighed, dissapointed at himself for letting a girl mess with his head as he takes off his makeup and change out of his stage costumes.

"Taetaeeee! Your performance is amazing!"

Taehyung whipped his head around to see the girl that is haunting his life smiling and beaming cheerfully at him. Shit, how can he forgot he invited her to backstage later. He even offered to take Y/N out for coffee after the show and send her home and why is it he suddenly feel his anger start to dissapear just from aeeing her face?

No, keep your ground Taehyung. She should know what she did!

"Really?" Taehyung snickered. "How can you know?"

"Huh? What do you mean Tae?" Y/N took a step forward and looks at him with confusion.

"You said my performance is great. How did you even know? You are so busy selling yourself to some guy you just met!" Taehyung is full of anger now that the image of the two of them flashes back into his mind.

"What? Taehyung. Why are you saying things like this? He is just a new f-"

"I dont want to hear it," Taehyung raised a hand to stop her. "Know what, just go home Y/N. Im tired and Im going to have some rest," Taehyung starts to pick up his bag and start to walk out but Y/N held back his hand.

"Tae, whats wrong? You said we can go out to coffee to catch up or something remember?"

"Do you think I'm in the mood to have coffee right now Y/N?!" Taehyung pulls backs his hand aggressively. "Just go home! Ill see you later,"

"But Tae. I-"

"Just go. Bye," without listening to another word from Y/N, Taehyung walks out, slamming the door behind him, missing what Y/N said next.

"But Tae.. I have asked everyone else to go back and I have no way to go home now.." Y/N sighed and slowly makes her way out into the dark night, figuring her way back to her hotel and why Taehyung is acting that way.

/////

"Where are you going hyung?" Jungkook stretches on the couch and look at Taehyung whos wearing his jacket, ready to go out.

"I am having lunch with all my friends who came to the show last night. Ill be back before dinner. See you Kookie," Taehyung gives a small give, which is reciprocate by Jungkook and start the small walk towards the restaurant they had booked.

His mind starts to reel back to the night before. He immediately went to bed when he reached the hotel last night. When he wakes up today there was no message or misscall from Y/N. What does he expect? He is the one who rudely asks her to leave, she wouldnt be textiing him to ask him how he is doing. He should be the one doing that. Until when will he realized that he has no right to get jealous and even when he does, Y/N wont understand why.

Taehyung sighed.

Y/N's surprise and sad face from last night filled his mind again. Is he too mean? He picks up his pace, wanting to see her faster. She will be at the restaurant right? She wouldnt bailed on their group lunch just because shes mad at him.

Entering the restaurant, Taehyung spotted the long table filled with the familiar faces of his friends, laughing among one another. His eyes grazed each seat but Y/N is no where in sight.

"Oh Tae! Come on over!" One of his friends who noticed him spacing out at the door calls him in, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Theres our superstar! Good show yesterday," another slapped his back and motioned for him to sit. Taehyung gives out polite smiles before asking the question he dreadfully want the answer to.

"Wheres Y/N?"

"Y/N? Oh you didnt know? She has a high fever. she was caught up in the heavy rain last night," Soo Young answered and eyed him skeptically. "Arent you with her? I thought you two went for coffee?"

"Wait. Fever? Rain?" The question immediately went passed him. All he can think about is how Y/N is sick right now. "Arent you guys together? Why are you guys all okay?"

"Together?" Soo Young raised an eyebrow. "But she told us to go on home first to meet you backstage. She said you are taking her out to catch up and you are going to send her home?"

"What? She-"

"Are you telling me you let her went back alone? In the middle of the night? In a city she never been to before?" Jae Hyun interrupt from the other end of the table. Just the fact that Jae Hyun is concerned and also he himself is looking like a real jackass right now sets Taehyung on fire.

"Shut up. Just.. where is her hotel?"

"Why?" Jae Hyun glares. Taehyung ignores him and turns to Soo Young. After a few seconds of intimidating glare and Y/N's whereabouts in his hand, he quickly say goodbye and ran off in her direction.

Good job Kim Taehyung. Not only did you get angry at you dream girl for no reason at all. You snapped at her, insulted her,left her alone, and you even make her sick. Great, fucking job. Maybe the boys are right, Y/N will never be yours.

/////

"T-tae?" Y/N open her tired eyes to feel the wet cloth on her forehead only to be met with Taehyung's handsome face etched with worry, looking over her.

"Hey.. you are awake. How are you feeling?" He smile. A smile so beautiful that Y/N cant helped but smile back, although in her heart she is still deeply hurt by his action last night.

"Why are you here? How do you know where I am staying? Is this a dream?"

Taehyung laugh. Oh Y/N, how can anyone be this adorable?

"No, you are definitely not dreaming princess. I am here and I am going to nurse you back to health,"

"Okay, I am dreaming. You are calling me princess, thats weird," Y/N laughs. Taehyung realizes what he had slipped and give back a small smile.

"Just take a rest okay? Your temperature is going down, you will be better soon. I have also ordered you food. Ill feed you. Lets eat okay?" Taehyung helped her sits up and starts feeding her slowly. There is nothing he wont give to take care of Y/N like this every single day. Why cant she just let him?

"Thanks Tae. You really shouldnt have. You really are the best friend in the world," Y/N smiles as she keeps eating the food. Taehyung swallow the bitter truth and give her a small smile. Best friends. Of course, thats all he will ever be.

"Y-yeah of course. What are best friends for right?" He smile and swallow before uttering his next words. "Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah Tae?"

"I am really sorry about what I said to you last night. I dont have any right to get mad at you. And to leave you walking home alone? That is j-"

"Hey, dont worry about it Tae," Y/N smiles and patted his hand. "You must be tired and there I was yapping away aboit coffee and wanting to catch up," she giggles. "Sometimes I forgot that you are this huge world star now, always busy. You are no longer the same boy who is always around walking me home from school, buying ice cream on the way,"

Taehyung kept quiet. He didnt know why her words hurt him so much. Is that what she thinks of him all this while? That he has become too big to even hang out with his best friends? Is that why she is never interested in him, not at all?

"Y/N.. is that what you thought? All this while?" Taehyung look at her face, looking for answers.

"Well.. yeah. Isnt it? I mean, I know you are busy. Arent you?"

"Well, yes. But not-"

"Maybe someday when you finally have free time. Maybe 100 years from now," she giggles more at her own joke, " we can finally catch up. We can bring my children to an amusement park or something,"

Taehyung clenched his fist tight. He knows shes just joking around, but now he cant stop imagining Y/N happily married to some guy, with their kids running around. Oh hell no, he is never going to let that happen. Y/N is his, and he will make sure of it even if its the last thing he needs to do.

"Why wait a 100 hundred years then?" Taehyung flashed her his infamous smile.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you say, if your fever is better of course, that we go out to the amusement park tomorrow? Just us two? I heard they have a big one nearby. And we have an off day this whole week. So what say you?" Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

Y/N looks at him and a smile alowly crept up her face.

"Its a date,"

/////

"You are going to a god damn amusement park Tae, why are you fussing with your clothes so much?!" Jimin huffed for the hundred time as Taehyung rumnage through their closet for the thousand times.

"Chim, I told you. She said it herself! Its a date. A freaking date! I need to look good! God why is everything so ugly?! We dont have time to shop for bew clothes. I an doomed!" Taehyung sighed and slumped down on his bed, buried by a pile of clothes, frustrated.

"I think Y/N only meant it as a matter of speaking..." Jimin mumbled, because he knows its no point explaining it to someone as love struck as Taehyung is right now anway. "Tae, you already look good in anything. Just pick whatever okay. And if she does like you, it wont matter what you wear anyway,"

"You are right Chim. Y/N is not that petty to judge someone by appearance anyway," he smiled at the thought of her. "Shes just perfect,"

Jimin chuckles at his lovestruck friend and shake his head, pulling the blanket, ready to sleep. Taehyung can day dream all he wants, buried in the pile of clothes. Hes going to bed. Jimin was about to drift off to sleep when he last heard what Taehyung said.

"I am so in love with the perfect girl Chim. I just wish shes mine already,"

/////

"S-so which one do you want to ride first?" Taehyung stammered, nervously wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. He is finally on a date with Y/N. An outing, just the two of them. Sure, Y/N might think this is only outing between friends, but who cares, its still a date to him, and she look so beautiful Taehyung cant think straight.

Shes dressed so casually in shorts and an oversized jumper, hair flying loose and looking so happy eating a cotton candy that she was so excited to buy the moment she saw it. And looking at all the other eyes staring at her, Taehyung knows that he is not the only one who thinks shes looking absolutely beautiful today.

Y/N has always been beautiful. That is one of her traits that caught his eye the first time he saw her in school. But sometimes her beauty is too much that she attracts everyone wherever she goes, and that is not a good thing for Taehyung. Especially when he is so easily consumed with jealousy and he went crazy when he does.

Why? Why does she have to be so freaking beautiful?

"Lets do the teacup! Then we can ride the pirate ship anddd that huge rollercoaster!" Y/N points to all the rides while jumping excitedly. "Hey, you okay? Why are you stammering?"

"Uh... nothing. I am just uh.. scared of scary rides?" Taeahyung gives a crooked smile, hoping she would believe him. There is no way he going to admit why he is so nervous being around her. And come to think about it, what he said is true. He is scared of scary rides, rides to his heart and its scary as hell.

"Dont worry. I will protect you!" She giggles and hold his hand. Taehyung almost fainted the moment they touched. God, keep yourself together Kim Taehyung! You are Kim freaking Taehyung! Heart, stop beating so fast. Its just hand holding. You held way more hands during fanmeets! "Lets go!" Y/N drags him to the long line of the teacup, where the staff handling the ride is oogling her with no shame. Taehyung clenched his hand, wanting nothing more than to scratch his eyes out.

"Wait here in line Tae, I'll ask him how long the wait is going to be," before Taehyung could stop her to approach the guy with the beady eyes who is still staring at her, Y/N is gone. Taehyung kept his eyes on them, watching as the guy smile and getting too friendly for his liking. What are they even talking about? Shes only supposed to ask how long the wait is!

Y/N suddenly waves at him excitedly to walk over and Taehyung came by.

"What is it?"

"This nice guy said he will let us cut the que. Isnt that nice?"

"Really now?" Taehyung looks at the guy up and down, who is looking back at him, smirking.

"Yes sir. You and your pretty girlfriend c-"

"Oh he is not my boyfriend! He is my best friend!" Y/N cuts him and Taehyung felt like his gut has been stabbed.

"Oh really now?" The guy raised an eyebrow. Taehyung swear he really feels like punching him now. "Well, then you can go on as many time as you want," he smiles and winks, offering hia hand to helped Y/N up the platform. Y/N laughed, totally oblivious of how every single guy is flirting with her, like always.

"Yeah. How can someone that handsome be with me right? Have you seen him?" Y/N laughs. "And thankyou, maybe I'll come back again if we have time after trying all the other rides," she bowed and enters the ride, sitting opposite from Taehyung. Taehyung smiles at her and ponders on her words.

Oh Y/N, if only you knew that you are the only one who owns this supposedly too handsome man's heart.

Taehyung's mood drop from extremely happy to worse than sour in a heartbeat. The same thing with the guy at the teacup ride happen all over again. And again. And again and keeps happening. Its as if the whole park is after his girl. Y/N gets to cuts all the line, gets free drinks, win a teddy that Taehyung tried so hard to win for her for free and the popcorn guy even gave her his number on the box. To make matters worse, she keeps denying they are in a relationship and keep stressing that they are just friends. Taehyung knows its true, they are not in a relationship, but must Y/N be so against it? Is being with him appalled her so bad?

Y/N was chattering happily, eating her free popcorn, talking about how everybody is so nice, not noticing Taehyung's sulky mood and how he is already consumed in jealousy when he saw someone he knew.

"Mia?"

Y/N looked up from her popcorn to see a beautiful young girl smiling and waving at Taehyung. She recognized her immediately. She is an idol too, must be Taehyung's work friend.

"Oh. Is that your friend? Let-"

"Mia, hi!" Taehyung immediately walked over to the girl, leaving Y/N behind. Well, Y/N has been flirting with everyone in the park with no regards to his feelings, maybe he would return the favor. Okay, he knows its not her fault, she dont even know the guys are flirting with her, but Taehyung knows he gets crazy easily when it comes to Y/N and jealousy, and this is one of the moment.

"Kim Taehyung! What are you doing here? Are you even allowed to wonder around an amusement park with this..." she looks at Y/N up and down with a disgusted look. "Person?"

"Oh uh hi. I-"

"Dont care," Mia shrugs and hold Taehyung's hand, dragging him away from Y/N as Y/N followed a few steps behind. "So I just finished a shoot here and my manager said I can spend the rest of the day enjoying the rides. Want to play with me?" Mia hugs his arms, leaning her head on his shoulder. Taehyung take a peek behind to look at Y/N. He wanted to pushed Mia away, tell her that hes spending the day with the girl of his dreams, but as he looks at Y/N, she is smiling at him, as if his close relationship with another girl doesnt effect her at all, and thats when he snapped.

He will always only be a best friend to Y/N. Nothing else, nothing more. Y/N will never be his.

And suddenly his heart is filled with jealousy and anger and the feeling of just... hurting her. To make her feel how he feel all this while.

"Yeah, sure Mia. Why not," he gives out his charming smile.

"Okay great! But what about... her?" She points to Y/N behind them.

"Oh her? No one special. She can follow us around," Taehyung shrugs and turns back. Y/N was surprised with his answer. Whats wrong with Taehyung now? Why is he behaving like last night again? Did she do anything wrong? Y/N decides to just follow them around for a while. Maybe they havent seen each other long, so they just want to catch up? Taehyung wont just ignore her for the rest of the day right?

Y/N's hopes dissapeared when hours passed and Taehyung didnt even talked or looked at her once. They didnt even ride the rides with her, taking a private car together, leaving her alone, riding with strangers. So much for an "amusement park date to catch up" Kim Taehyung.

Y/N sighed, but still follows them around.

Little by little, fans has started to gather as they realized that Taehyung and Mia are together, at an amusement park and at what look like a date. And soon enough, the crowd had gathered and followed them around to the point Taehyung's manager have to come. In the midst of the increasing crowd, Y/N being tiny and fragile got pushed by the fans who is trying to approached the couple and take photos before the moment is over, resulting in a scraped knees and bruises over her body. She tried to gets up and calls out for Taehyung, running behind them to catch up but was held back by the security.

"Sorry miss, please back off,"

"No. No. I am his friend. I was with him the whole day!" She points to the two celebrity.

"Yeah right, everybody said that," the security laughed and rolled his eyes. "You and these thousand other girls. Go home and study girl, stop chasing cleebrity around,"

"No. I am serious. He is my friend. Look, I have his jacket!" Y/N points to Taehyung's jacket that shes wearing. The one he gave her earlier because of the chilly evening air.

"Wait, are you a saseang?!" The security eyes her up and down.

"What?! Me? No! I am-"

The security ignored her and spoke into his walkie talkie and soon after a few more came and pushed her back.

"Miss, you have to stay about 1 kilometres away from Mr. Kim or legal actions will be taken against you. We dont tolerate saseangs,"

"But I am not.." Y/N sighed as she looks at Taehyung who is escorted away, not even looking back. "Nevermind. I'll back off," Y/N plop down at one of the benches and think about the way to go back to the hotel. Maybe she can just ask Jae Hyun for help.

"We heard what the security said," Y/N looks up to find a group of girls standing in front of her, circling her, hiding her from public sight. "You are a saseang arent you?"

"What? No! Its a misunderstanding. I am actually Tae's high school friend. I-"

"How dare you call him Tae you crazy stalker! Leave our oppa alone! He and his bandmates deserve some privacy you crazy bitch," the first girl shove her shoulder hard.

"No. Wait. I am not a-"

"Bitches like you deserve to die!" And before she can start defending herself the girls start shoving and hurting her, pulling her hair, slapping and punching her all over. Y/N is pretty sure they are the crazy one here.

Almost losing conciousness and bleeding all over, Y/N can only smirks to herself. I cant believe this is the way I will die. By being punch by Taehyung's fan.

/////

Who the hell is that guy?!

Taehyung paced around in his room. Before he was ushered back to the car by his manager at the theme park, he managed to sneak a look behind the crowding fans, and he saw, far away at the back some guy carrying Y/N bridal style. She is hugging his neck but Taehyung cant see her face or anything else.

Who is he?

Why is she letting him carry her like that?

And after what happen yesterday, Y/N is still not even a bit jealous?

Taehyung huffed and continue to pace around his room. His mind is going crazy. Y/N didnt contact him after nor did she reply to any of his texts and calls.

Maybe he really did it this time. Maybe Y/N is truly mad at him.

/////

Taehyung didnt see any of his friends after that anymore. They didnt answer his calls or his texts. They also didnt attend any of his shows anymore. Taehyung was confused. Is Y/N that mad at him for ditching her the other day? To the point she asks their friends to stop being friends with him? Doesnt that mean she has feelings for him then?

Taehyung needed answers, so he keeps on calling and texting. Plus, he misses Y/N lile crazy and he is starting to regret what he did the other day. After a few weeks of trying, Soo Young, fed up with his relentless effort in calling finally answered.

"What the hell so you want?!"

"Well, hello to you too. Is this how you talk to a friend?" Taehyung asks, confused on her behaviour.

"A friend?" She scoffed. "After what you did to Y/N, do you think you can call any of us friends again?!" So he was right. Y/N is pissed that he ditch her the other day.

"Wait. Just because I left Y/N at the amusement park you guys are not going to be friends with me anymore? Look, I know what I did was wrong. But I am s-"

"Left her at the amusement park? Its more like left her to die you asshole! And here I thought you actually love her!" Soo Young screamed out.

"Huh? D-die?" Taehyung stammered. what is she talking about?

"Y/N was in a freaking coma for a week because your crazy fans beat her up at the park you asshole! And you did freaking nothing to help! You think just because you are famous now you are better than your friends?! Just stop calling and stay the hell away from her!" Soo Young screamed at him but Taehyung is no longer listening as the phone he is holding dropped to the floor.

What has he done?

/////

Y/N opened her eyes to the smell of sterile and medicine, her eyes adjusting to the white walls around her. She tries to move but she cant, everything hurts.

Where is she?

The last thing she remembered after getting beat up is a guy's voice shouting at the girls who is assaulting her and carrying her before she passed out conpletely.

"Hey.. you are awake," Soo Young's voice spoke softly to her ear and her friends friendly face entered her vision. Soo Young explained what happened. How she was in a coma for a week already, and how a stranger at a park save her and how they are all no longer friends with Taehyung.

Taehyung.

No matter how hard she tries, she cant figure out why Taehyung did what he did and Y/N finally give up in trying to figuring it out.

Y/N focuses on recovery, putting Taehyung to the far back of her mind. After a few weeks, her bruises and cuts got better but is still very much visible and she no longer needed a wheelchair, only crutches to walk. On a lazy weekend while watching her favorite drama and inhaling a carton of ice cream, a loud knock comes from the door. With her bad leg, she hopped to the door.

"Coming!"

Y/N opened the door to find Taehyung looking straight at her, a huge bouquet of flowers in hand.

"Y/N. I-"

Panicking, Y/N immediately slammed the door shut at his face, tears starts to stream down her face. She doesnt know why shes crying. But seeing Taehyung again, after everything that happens... it just bring out the emotions that she never knew she felt.

"Y/N?" Taehyung calls out softly, while knocking on the door. After a few minutes he realizes that Y/N is never going to open it, atleast not today, and decide to just say what he wanted to say from behind the door.

"Y/N? I know after what I did I dont even deserve to see you. And I know you hate me so much that you cant even bare to see my face. I know I am a few weeks too late but I came immediately after I found out. Y/N, I am sorry. I didnt know why I did what I did. And if I could turn back time I would, but I cant. I am sorry I ruined what could have been the happiest day for us and turned it into this... tragedy. I am really sorry. You dont know how badly I regretted everything. I will give up everything Y/N, just to take it back. I swear," Taehyung sighed. "I'm... I'm just going to leave this flowers here by the door. Its for you. And I will come back every single day. You dont have to see me. But I will come back and wait for you until you are ready. I am sorry Y/N," with that Y/N heard his footsteps slowly went away, leaving her alone with her tears.

And true enough, Taehyung came back every single day for the next few months. Y/N found out from the news that he skipped his tour just to do this. He must really be willing to do anything like he said. Everyday he will leave something for her. Flowers, cookies, teddies, books, anything and he will sits on the floor by the door and talk about his day and how sorry he is and how he misses her. And slowly, Y/N find herself waiting for his daily visits and the tears stopped, replaced by a smile and a few giggles.

After 4 months, Y/N decided to finally open the door and ask him one final question.

"Y-Y/N? You opened the door!" Taehyung smile, surprised and immediately hugs her. "S-sorry. I just miss you so much," he stares at her longingly, backing away.

"This doesnt mean I forgive you Tae,"

"Of course! Of course! But its progress! What do you want me to do Y/N? I'll do anything, even if it takes forever," Taehyung smiles and she knows he means it.

"Answer me this one question Tae. Answer me with honesty. No bullshit, no lies, no excuses, and I will decide if I want to forgive you,"

"Of course Y/N. What is it do you want to know? I'll answer anything. Anything at all,"

"Why?" Taehyung looks at her, confused. "Why are you always mad at me for no reason? Why are your mood always changing? Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me? Do you not want to be my friend anymore? Why?"

"Well... thats not one question," Taehyung chuckles.

"Taehyung..."

"Okay, okay. Kidding," Taehyung smiles and takes a deep breath. Its now or never. Its time to tell his dream girl, the truth.

"You want to know why? Its because of you Y/N. You are driving me crazy. from that first day I saw you in high school, I have been crazy about you, over you. I cant sleep, I cant think straight, I cant even be myself, all I can do is think about you and how to make you mine. How it feels if you are mine. If you love me back. I want you Y/N. I want to take care of you, to love you, to be the only face you think about every single day, to be the last face you see at night, the first face you see in the morning. Every single day I wonder, why cant I be that person for you? I love you L/N Y/N. I have been madly in love with you for years and I am sorry I have been acting crazy, but I just cant help it when I see other people looking at you or laughing with you. You are just so beautiful, so perfect to me, I am afraid that someone else will steal you away. I dont know how I will live if that happens. Jealousy is my best friend when I am around you and thats what happen that day. I knew now that you will never be mine, and I accept that. But I will take care of you from afar. And to answer your question, no, I dont want to be your friend, because I want to be so much more. But Y/N..," Taehyung smiles. "I have accepted it Y/N, that you will be the girl who will never be mine,"

Y/N feels her mouth dropped opened. Is Kim Taehyung really finally confessing to her?

"T-tae, I didnt know-"

"Hey, its okay. You didnt know. Atleast you didnt ignore my feelings on purpose," he smiles. "I am so sorry Y/N. I love you and I will do anything to make things right again. I regret everything I did,"

"Wait," Y/N stopped him. "So you are saying, that everything you did to me before, the mood changes, igboring me, getting angry, everything, is because you are jealous? And because you cant have me?"

"Well, yeah," Taehyung gave a small smile. "I love you too much that the thought of not having you drive me crazy. And you are just so beautiful, guys are always all over you,"

"But you said this will never happen again. Because..?"

"Because I finally accepted that you are the girl that I love, but you are also the girl that at will never be mine Y/N," Taehyung smile, a sad smile. Y/N giggles and took a step forward and held his hand.

Oh who is she kidding. She might have denied it to Soo Young and the rest of the gang, but who could ever resist Kim Taehyung?

Obviously not her. Because she is fi ally admitting to herself that she is desperately in love with her best friend. From that first day in high school. And how lucky is she that her best friend is Kim Taehyung.

"But Tae, whoever said that I will never be yours if you never ever asked me?" Y/N grins and the happiest smile slowly crept up Taehyung's face.

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gang!au, gang member!han jisung, florist!reader, underground band!au

chapters: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X masterlist

warnings: angst and themes of abuse and trauma

🌸 a/n: i actually finished this fic, and it’ll be up in my queue to post over the weekend! it’s kind of exciting to be finally finishing this fic! a hint for the next chapter is at the end!! hehe

🌸 song rec: arsonist’s lullaby

Your eyelids were still heavy when you awoke. In front of you, though your eyes still blurry you made out a flower vase. You tried to move, suddenly desperate to feel the petals against your fingertips. Even though they were azaleas, petunias, globe amarths, carrot flowers, and asphodels- all dressed in a void black vase. You knew what it meant, you knew what it threatened. But you found your arms sore, propped up and irritated from the handcuffs that hung from the ceiling. As you looked down, your head getting too heavy for your neck to support, you found yourself surrounded eglantines, lemon and peach blossoms, lungworts, phlox, and red rose petals. You couldn’t help but let out a choked sob, your wrists burning, the metal digging into your skin. You arms stayed propped up, but the numb feeling began to spread through your body. You didn’t even look up as he came in, even as he made sure to slam the door shut.

“You know why you’re in here?” You didn’t answer, your voice all used up from crying. You could feel his fingers on your jaw, propping your face up so you could look straight up at him. You couldn’t make his face out completely, your vision blurred but not fading. There were already bruises there you knew, and he pressed down on them further. “Do you? I try so hard to control myself, and here you are, still acting up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you? I should just leave you here, let you learn your lesson.”

His thumb rested against your chin, looking at you intently- what could almost be mistaken as sympathy. It was deja vu, sitting there like a doll. “But I can’t resist you, can I?” No, you guess he couldn’t. That was the funny thing, right? He couldn’t expect to, how could he resist these primal urges? He talked and talked about nothing, and you were glad that you couldn’t pay attention to his words anyway, mind foggy and complacent. “I even brought you flowers. You didn’t have these in your shop, huh? So I got them. I’m a good husband.”

“Husband?”

“Good thing you’re pretty.” He got up, reaching over you and pulled something off your, well, ring finger. “See that? That cost more than your stupid shop.”

Stupid shop.

He slipped it back on, sitting back down next to you as he continued to talk.

“How long,” you paused, voice weak and raspy, quiet, “has it been?”

He seemed surprised by your question, eyebrows digging into his forehead in sudden anger. He got up and paced around the cramped room, not even bothering to watch him as you stared down at your own clothes- crinkled and dirty. “Why do you care?” he seethed, “I could treat you better than he ever could. A low-level drug dealer and a shitty, amateur rapper. Do you see lover boy here? No, you don’t. ‘Cause he’s dead.”

You let out a small gasp, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes and you looked at him. “What did you do?” you weeped, “Please- please, please tell me what you did.” His pacing came to a stop as he looked at you, face contorted with anger. “I got my co-workers to shoot him and friends dead, that’s what I did. Because you’re mine. Always and forever.”

You didn’t know what was true and what wasn’t- he couldn’t exactly be trusted. You grew impulsive, angry with him. Jisung would never, Jisung could never. He wasn’t that type of person- he could never take advantage of people, he could never keep something like that from of you. And here your captor was, smothering ash over Jisung’s name. But you knew he wasn’t lying about shooting Jisung and his friends, even if you didn’t want to believe it. He had tried the same thing with your family back then too. You felt guilty, at fault like you were the one behind the trigger. Anger bubbled like sparkling in your throat like bubbling water, steaming with impulsivity.

“You should kill me too then. I’d rather rot in the ground next to Jisung than spend another second looking at you.”

You knew your goal should’ve been to play the long game, especially after your failed attempt some time ago. How long has it been? You weren’t sure, there weren’t any windows in the room- and the white painted walls burned into your eyes. If you made him angry now, it would only take longer to gain his trust, but the damage was already done- you could feel the blood pouring out of the back of your head. You might’ve been dying, but you didn’t really care. You couldn’t even feel the pain from the hit from the adrenaline, so you continued to push your luck. Because it was true, Jisung had kept you going, your shop had kept you going. How would you ever be able to look another flower without seeing his face?

“He loved me better than you ever did and he didn’t even ask me to be his lover yet. Lover boy is better than you even dream about.”

It wasn’t like you to speak out of your turn, especially with the looming threat of death. You were too far gone, the warmth of blood streaming down your back. The bruises on your jaw from your grip deepening in color as his grip tightened, yelling some nonsense.

Still, even as he looked into your eyes, his breath hot on you- all you could think about was Jisung. How could you not? Your mind swam through melancholy memories.

You were in his arms tonight. His arms drooped over your shoulder, his head pressed against yours- lips brushing against your jaw as he whispered commentary about the movie you were watching. You were leaning against his chest, feeling his heart beat against your back. Knees propped up as his legs circled around you.

“I love you,” he murmured, “probably more than like, shrek.”

“I would hope so, shrek doesn’t feed you,” you paused, “But I love you too.”

And it was true, but you were unsure of the extent of your infatuation and devotion he was refering to. You wanted to say you were in love with him, but it was too much of a risk. If you scared him off now, who would come by your flower shop to spend time with you? Who would carry you off your bed during the weekends just to go to the convience store. Who would wrap arms and limbs around you and sing you to sleep at night after nightmares, after remembering? Did it even matter? You’ve never felt like this before, the only thing that came close was your devotion was your flowers. Maybe it should’ve scared you, that suddenly there was someone with so much importace to you, on the same level as the only thing that got through the Incident. You turned your head, the side pressed against Jisung’s chest. His arms moved to wrap around you waist, tightening around you. Your nose was touching his, lips only a breath away- but he was crying.

“Jisung,” you said softly, “Why are you crying? You chose this movie.”

“Do you think people in love will always end up together?”

You laced your hands in his, intertwining the both of them. “Of course,” you whispered, “Love finds a way.”

You thought it would happen then, his lips practically on top of yours- but it didn’t. He turned from you, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down- something caught in his throat. “Even if the person lied?”

“I guess it depends on the ‘sung. As long as it wouldn’t change your perception of the person in a way that hurt the relationship too much, I think they could make it.”

“What if it did? What if the person wasn’t as good as you thought they were?”

“Sung, is something going on? You can talk to me, I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”

“You can’t. I can’t. We can’t.”

“Sung,” You cupped his face, making him look at you. You turned around, and his embrace loosened but remained around your waist. “I love you. You’re my best friend. I love you more than my shop. I promise that I always will, no matter the circumstances. You’re a good person, I know that. I promise, I pinky-promise.” You held up your pinky, and he brushed away his tears wrapping his finger around yours.

You don’t remember exactly what he had said before he left, something about a band dropping out of the club he played at. He had gotten a call and gathered his things almost immediately. You offered to go with him, you always wanted to see him live with his fans but he always refused. He said that it wasn’t your scene, and all grimy- it wasn’t somewhere you should be, not a play for someone pure as you. But you didn’t feel pure and insisted that he was the purer of you two. But it didn’t matter, when Jisung’s mind was set, it was set. He kissed your forehead, and before the door close he wrapped his pinky around yours without another word.

And then Jisung disappeared again.

It wasn’t the first time, but it was one of the longest. The days dragged on, the day having to pull and drag the night up into the sky. Even the sky’s star shined dimly, there only because of obligation. Ever since you started making arrangements back home at your mother’s flower store, you never liked roses much. But now you were starting to understand people’s obsession with them. It was an iconic symbol of love, everyone’s go-to, and you supposed there was a good reason for that. Its smell was sickeningly sweet, and the petals like velvet. You started getting letters in the mail. It happened every day. And even though you were flattered, you began to get worried. Worry arising.

After four months, you finally saw Jisung again. He kept somewhat in contact, but he had been busy. There were two months with complete radio silence, and one night you saw news coverage of shots fired in a car chase. You hadn’t put two and two together then, not even as you saw Jisung slightly limp as he moved around your store. You remember being conflicted about asking him, but as he kept telling you about his stories featuring his group members, you got lost.

That’s the night it all happened.

But before that, way before that. Maybe it really was love at first sight.

After the hose incident, you found Jisung lingering around your store until closing time. He had brought sweets every day for two weeks until you invited him back up to your apartment.

“Thank god,” he groaned, “My grandmother said if it didn’t work this time, she was going to interfere. Jokes on her, though, I’ve been stealing sweets forever.”

You laughed, getting bold after closing the shop and tugging at his wrist as you pulled him up the metal spiral stairs. “I would be more worried about Minho,” you teased, “you’d better not be slacking off during practice or he’ll chew you out.”

“Ew, ugh! Don’t remind me.”

“So, um,” you looked down, “What do you want to do?”

“Can I pick a movie?”

He had chosen a romance movie, you could’ve gone to the theater instead, but he insisted that he would pay you back for the fee- and that going to the theater would never be better than streaming at home. You didn’t mind romance movies, they were fun to watch. But during the less tense parts of the movies, you could feel yourself falling asleep and before you knew it your head was on his shoulder. If you were less sleepy, you would’ve freaked out as he pulled you closer is fingers lightly drawing shapes on your hips. You awoke when you felt Jisung’s chest heave and you looked up to see him crying. It was the first time you saw Jisung cry, and it broke your heart.

“Jisung, are you okay? We can change the movie if it’s too much…”

“No! Sorry, it’s just…”

“It’s just?”

“I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than love. I’m going to have a love like this one day. And I can’t wait. Thinking about makes me cry.”

You were awake now. Eyes glazed over, still heavy with exhaustion and sleep. The blood down your back had dried now, you could feel your hair all bunched together and sticky with the flaky dried and blood. It was throbbing, pulsing almost- the headache was unbearable. How long has it been? How long would it be? You tried moving your legs, a numb static began to make you grow in discomfort. It was for the better though, because otherwise you would’ve felt the rope digging in and around your ankles. It was hard, you had to press your wrists further against the cuffs in order to help yourself. It was awkward, like a baby learning how to walk. It must’ve been hours when you stood there, the feeling finally returning to your legs. Your arms were relieved with the ability to relax, even if they were in an awkward position. They were still strung up, but at least your upper arm could relax.

The flowers in the room had been replaced, but the petals around you were starting to become crisp and brown. Alstroemerias, altheas, arbutus, red and yellow balsams, Japanese rose, jumpers, and kalmias. It made you shiver with disgust and fear. Where was he getting these flowers? Was he going back to your shop?

You collapsed suddenly, your legs caving in on yourself. Your wrists pulled at harshly as your knees hit the floor. Have you eaten? You couldn’t have, how long has it been? Your stomach began to turn, you were hungry, but that was the least of your worries. Was Jisung really dead? What about his friends, Minho, Chan and everyone else? Were they dead too? How were you to expected to live with yourself, knowing you had brought his misfortune on all of them? If they were alive, how could you expect them to forgive you for the mess you had made? You couldn’t, and you would have to live with the guilt of hurting Jisung for the rest of your life. Because you knew it was dangerous, falling in love with someone knowing that it could be turned against you at any moment- but you did anyway. And now you had dug your own grave. Thoughts were growing difficult to form, the space growing through your coherent thoughts. All you could was feel.

How much time has passed? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? Minutes? All you knew was white. You could see the walls fill in the spots in your vision. It was irrational, but you began to hate the white painted walls. The lack of color was draining you, except for the vase in front of you. You wanted to kick it, destroy it completely- you wanted to move and release everything- every emotion and irrational thought boiling with impulsivity in your head. The only thought going through your head, getting louder and louder, blocking the diminishing number of coherent thoughts.

Jisung is dead.

You cried, even as dehydrated as you were. Your voice was raspy, and you couldn’t even speak words of comfort to yourself. You couldn’t remember, you couldn’t make them out.”It’s…going….to...be...okay.” Maybe it was pathetic but you were the only one you could lean on. You couldn’t hang on to the hope that someone was going to rescue you, especially if the only people you were dead- or angry because of the mess you had caused.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

You looked up, vision spotty and glazed with tears, and nodded desperately. You were mad at yourself for giving in so easily. “You’re pretty like this, “ he cooed, “All broken down and desperate.” He stroked your hair, fingers getting caught in your bloodied hair. “I bet you’re hungry, hm? I’m not going to let you go, so you’re going to have to let me feed you. I’d hate to have to...well, you know.”

You wish you didn’t.

It felt like you were giving in as you ate, the food dry and difficult to swallow. He sat there for a while. The water he made you drink missed your mouth and streamed down your neck. You sat there, helpless, unable to clean yourself. “What a pretty mess,” he murmured, “What a pretty mouth. Just for me.” You hated him, you did. You hated him like forest fire, like the damage of a natural disaster. He disgusted you, he was disgusting- time and time again, he had taken everything that mattered to you. And he won. You felt pathetic, useless. Jisung was dead, dead and gone and you felt like it was all your fault. It made you shake, your heart thumping against your ribcage, begging to get out.

His phone rang, the ringtone burning in your ear. “Yes… I told you...Just get it...Dead.” He must’ve heard you lean against the metal cuffs, because he got up. He smiled, using his thumb to wipe the water off your lips. You were beginning to panic again, maybe it was a small chance that he was talking about Jisung and stray kids, but any chance was big enough to get worried. Before he closed the door, before you could give a second thought: “Help me take..a bath. Please.” Even with your soft, raspy and broken voice, it was enough to get his attention. Words were getting harder to form, it was getting to harder to even think- but you had to warn them, even if you don’t know what the danger was. Because if the call was about them, some of them were alive- and that meant you could clean up some of your mess, or at least make up for it. He ended the call quickly, uncuffing you. You arms immediately dropped, hands slamming against the floor.

“I knew you would come around. But you’d better behave. I don’t care if I have to hurt you to keep you complacent.” You watched as he pulled at your legs, untying the rope that kept your legs together. You struggled to get up, so he opted to carry you, throwing you over his back. It hurt your eyes to be flooded with color as he carried you to the bathroom. The bath ran and you sat in the warm water, he was watching you as he sat on the toilet cover. The feeling was returning to your body as the water in the filling bathtub lapped against you. “Help...me.” You didn’t want him to touch you, you never wanted to feel his fingers brush against your bare skin. You didn’t trust him, and you never would. Especially not after he did, or tried to do with Jisung. But more than anger, you felt guilt. It was overwhelming, contradictory feelings making your head spin even more. You shuddered as you felt the soap against your back.

“I missed you,” he murmured, “I’ve been searching for you for so long, waited for you so long.”

You swallowed hard, biting your lip as he continued. “I watched you for months. I wanted to take you and carry you away in the night, but I wanted to make him watch. He needed to know you were mine.” You felt hot water pour over your head, the bathtub becoming decorated in a red tint. “I almost gave up, I thought I had lost you completely. But then I saw you with lover boy. I wanted to kill him right there, I wanted to kill everyone but you. He gave a good fight though, beat the shit out of me. But guess who’s dead and who’s got the love?” He laughed at that, massaging something into your hair and picking at the flecks. You felt your wound burn and you moved to cover it, but he slapped your hand away. “Me. I won. You’re all mine, and if I ever see him again. I’ll kill everyone. I’m the only one who loves, okay? Not Jisung, not anyone else. You’re mine.” You heard him murmur that again and again. “I love you, you’re mine, mine.” You brought your knees to your chest, glad that the water hid the fact that you were crying. He didn’t push you to get up though, at least he was that decent. You watched as the red water swirled down the drain. He left and brought a towel, and your dress was clean and pressed. He sat on the toilet cover again, watching in case you wanted to pull something again.

This time you walked, content with being able to feel your weight shift as you walked. You knew this feeling, what it felt like to be completely devoid of basic powers. He led you back to the room, watching the phone in his back pocket. As you entered the room, you took an interest in the flowers. They were beautiful, despite what they meant. It was the only color in the white void of a room, and it mocked you. Your fingers caressed the petals, and the smell was haunting. Your heart was beating again, and you did your best to keep your face blank.

“Aren’t they nice? I got them just for you. You don’t even know what they mean, do you?

“No...tell me.”

“Nah. It’s a secret just for me.”

He moved to set up your ties again, and you got up, legs wobbling with a slight shake as your grip around the black vase tightened. It was now or never. It didn’t happen in slow motion- you knew that wasn’t possible. But you watched as the vase shattered against the back of his head, falling, bursting into tiny pieces as the flowers fell to his feet and he toppled. You knew there was no way he would be down for long, so you fished the phone out of his pockets. You panicked as you ran around the large house, searching for a room to hide in the meanwhile. His phone was locked, but you saw the screen unlock as you typed in your anniversary. You didn’t know where you were, a random room with various boxes. You slide the closet door open, met with the smell of mothballs but you entered anyway. There was a lot of stuff, and you piled things on top of you as you typed Jisung’s number.

It fell to voicemail, and you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Jisung….it’s me….don’t have time, please...he’s send..ing...someone. Be safe..please...I’m in love.... with you. I’m sorry.”

You ended the call, typing in the emergency number.

“What’s your emergency?”

“I’m trapped...abducted.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“No.”

“Okay, stay calm okay? Please stay on the line as long as you can.”

“Can’t..he’s coming. Oh god, I’m as good...as dead.”

“Can you tell me his name please?”

“_____”

“____, as in the gang leader?”

“Yes.”

“I need you to stay on the line okay. Do you remember where you last were?”

“Boseong, my shop...flower shop..mirror.”

You heard the door slam open and the closet door slide open with a large creak.

“Sweetheart? Are you still there? Sweetheart, stay on the line. Is he in the room-?”

“Caught.”

azaleas: fragility

petunias: your prescense soothes me

globe amaranths: immortality, unfading love

carrot flowers: do not refuse me

asphodel in a black vase: death threat

eglatines: i wound to heal

lemon blossom: fidelity in love

peach blossom: i am your captive

lungworts: thou art my life

phlox: our souls are united, unanimity

alstroemerias: devotion

altheas: consumed by love

arbutus: love only for you

red balsams: touch me not, impatient resolve

yellow balsams: impatience

japanese rose: beauty is your only attraction

jumpers: asylum, aid, protection

kalmias: treachery

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz fic #skz han jisung #skz fluff #skz angst #stray kids han #stray kids han jisung #han jisung #han jisung fanfic #han jisung imagine #han jisung imagines

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awesomeatitsbest · 5 years

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finally getting around to watching Elseworlds 🙌🏼 so IGNORE THIS if long ass text posts are annoying lmao

fcking LOL at stephen’s face on grant’s body

they dont know each other’s big bad, they need weekly skype sessions smh

oliver and iris are just the weirdest thing lmao theyre both so easy on the eyes tho

oliver in the flash suit, gotta say, not a bad look

oh...no...oliver...u mess

barry finding out that he’s oliver is like when a kid opens a present on Christmas

barry and oliver are just the weirdest brothers

felicity and iris call each other??? fuq yes, im ready for the superheroes’ wives bookclub weekly meeting to be a thing

speaking of earth 38 and kara...is there such a thing a interdimensional skype calls¿

awh brother exchanging tips on their weird body switches how cute

are these west-allen tears in my eyes? maybe SO

kent farm fuck me up

kara and lois ganging up on clark, how cute :’)

ARGO CITY! phew i thought the writers forgot about that

aWH clark and lois are cute af

oh my gosh wait i forgot clark/kal was just a baby when krypton exploded and kara was the only one who remembered but now he’s been to argo city 🤧

a fcking robot that can mimic meta powers? ok then

barry just pRANKED oliver by shooting remote control bows, the brother dynamic i tell ya, they need to have more minor crossovers happen between all the shows smh

my three heroes, acting like each other, joking like kids🤧 warms my heart

wait so the robot can copy alien abilities???¿ hmm....also it just came to me, if cicada’s powers only work on metas, then why dnt they just SUPER him...wouldnt be much of a plot i suppose

oh my gosh this is the FREAKIEST friday ever

carlos’ hair is so beautiful, what does he use on it damn

lol wouldnt it be funny if oliver speed sketched but it ended up just looking like a rlly bad 2nd grade project

kate kane on top of that building? wig

oh my gosh they redid the beginning sequence of arrow w grant fREAKIEST FRIDAY

i love my idiot superhero trio, bickering like real super-powered/skilled siblings

lol these fckers rlly tryna rob the superhero trio rn...nvm the superhero trio are idiots

kate “im the rain on your parade” kane has arrived to ruin my life

hey! kara and kate both got superhero cousins! alSO was kate totally flirting w kara or was she totally flirting w kara OR do i have my gay goggles on but i mean cmon “those are the ones that you can see 😏” like cmon

the hero squad breaking into an asylum..i love it

omG IS THAT THE BANE MASK THING how cool

A GLORIOUS ENTRANCE BY BATGIRL

if batgirl and supergirl dnt interact more in the future ITS A FCKING HATE CRIME AIGHT

DAMMIT EARTH 90 BARRY, OLICITY WAS HAVING A MOMENT

mATCHING OUTFITS HOW CUTE

bro deegan himself needs to be admitted into the asylum dafuq

a second after typing that i realize that he technically briefly was heh

oh my fucking gosh his rat lookin ass transformed himself into hot af superman smh

barry “too pure for the world” allen and oliver “dark and broody” queen, what an amazing brotp

melissa/kara in all black? hAWt

kara “too afraid to be a woman?” danvers

who...who was in charge of chyler’s wig? i just...i just wanna talk

GARY IS HERE GARY IS HERE LMAO so i guess LoT technically was part of the crossover

awh alternate reality alex is still closeted :’( like not even sarcastically, confused straight alex legit makes me sad

any danvers sisters interaction makes me CRYilOVETHEM SO MUCH

“i guess my pod didnt land here” oh my gosh what is earth 1 kara like omg is krypton still alive omg wait that makes me sad that this earth doesnt have the danvers sisters

this faux italian mob cisco is giving me life its strangely fitting

alex “a badass in every reality” danvers

ah finally everyone in their respective suits but also couldnt they have used this opportunity to debut a new suit for supergirl

oh my gosh no the two super dorks wanna run around the world anD TURN INTO ASHES ALA INFINITY WAR

big brother oliver calling his little siblings kara and bara the best of us and the ones that inspire hope? maybe a bitch CAN cry

BRAINY, PAPA J’ONN, AND MISS LOIS!!!!¡

WHY IS THE IDIOT SUPERHERO TRIO SO WILLING TO DIE I HATE YUOU ALL

sooo....wtf did oliver do

CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS????? MOTHERFUCKER R U SERIOUS i mean i already knew this bUT IM STILL PUMPED AF??????

#elseworlds #the flash #arrow #supergirl

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chronically-fangirls · 2 years

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???????????^%&^*%&$?%?#?#@?%?^?&? AL PACINO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE GANG THAT COULDNT SHOOT STRAIGHT@#%$^$#^#$$#@$$$$/////?????

#im gonna spontaneously combust #im reading an article about tgf and it said that he was supposed to be there #im losin my shit

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peter-pan-hoe · 6 years

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Cupcake

Reader is a new york based vigilanti , enhanced stength with cat-like reflexes and agility. She knows someone’s beeen tailing her for a few weeks but she doesn’t know that it’s the avengers.

(reposted from my old Avengers blog)

Stressful intoductions to the tea. Eventual pairing. Not sure with who tho…

Lemme know what y'all think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: swearing, violence, biker gang activity?? waking up strapped to a bed???? Probably spellinng mistakes my laptop is old and shitty and doesn’t do the red underline thingy

Part 2 is a go.

Word count: 1,467

After stopping some idiots from shooting up a gas station, I decided to head to the only place I would find a snack and some friends that were still awake at this hour.

Walking down the alley that leads to the biker bar Iike, I could sense someone following me, just like I had been able to the past however many nights.

Just like the other times I sense someone following me, I ignored it as to not let them on to the fact I knew they were there.

I Reached the large door at the end of the alley with the huge pit bull painted on it.

“Heya Cupcake,” Batch called to me when I walked in. “You want your usual?”

“Yes please!” I grinned at the offer, forgetting about whoever was following me.

He reached behind the bar and pulled out a container of his wifes homemade cupcakes.

“Here y'are sweetheart,” he pulled out a cupcake with green icing and rainbow spinkles.

“Hey man whats with the little princess?” an unfamiliar voice sneered from the end of the bar.

There were a few hoots and warning snarls from the men and women who knew me.

“You should be nice to our little princess,” Batch warned the man as he handed me the cupcake on a little blue plastic plate..

“Thanks Batch,” I smilked as I swiped my finger through the icing and licked it off.

The man scoffed.

“She’s a fuckin’ kid Batch,” he snapped. “What’s she doin in a place like this?”

He scooted closer to me as the bar went quiet.

“Huh princess?” he spat.

“Careful Nicky,” Batch said.

A few of the others hand gotten up from their seats and started to circle around ‘Nicky’

“It’s arlgiht fellas,” I giggled as I put down my cupcake.

“Is it?” Nicky’s lips pulled up to the side in a gross smile.

“This has been my place a lot longer than it has been yours,” I smiled sweetly at the man. “First of all, I’m older that I look,”

“And tougher!” Mad Dog called from the bad, earing a few cheers.

“And second,” I turned in my bar stool so I was facing Nicky properly. “I’m guessing you don’t know who I am?”

There was a round of laughs from the boys as Nicky looked at me. I could see in his face he recognised me but it was like he couldnt place it.

“Should I?” he tilted his head to the side.

“NoI guess not,” I chuckled, sliding down from my seat.

Nicky did the same and stood at least a foot taller than me.

“It’s okay though,” I smiled up at him. “Not a lot of people know my name,”

I pulled my mask from my pocket.

The leather of the black cat-like face shined in the dim light.

Nicky looked at me in shock as he realised.

“Y-you,” he stammered.

Batch chuckled to himself from behind the bar.

These bikers were my family, and so the regulars in the Pit Den allknew about me.

“You’re that Cat idiot that’s been running round the city messin’ up crooks,” he looked at me with wide eyes. “You’re the Kitten,”

I couldn’t help myself.

A loud, surprised laugh fell from my mouth.

“The Kitten?” I said between laughs. “That’s what they’re calling me? Oh god that’s so lame! It makes me sound like a stripper,”

This got a round of laughs from those in the bar.

“Y'know I hadn’t thought up a name yet,” I shoved my mask back in my pocket. “Oh hey Batch?”

“Yeah baby?” he looked up from what he was doing behind the bar.

I smiled at the pet name.

“I haven’t said hi to my boys yet,” I looked around for the dogs but they must have been in the back room.

“Yeah Nicky here has something against pits,” Batch shook he head with a laugh.

“Pfft,” I scoffed at the angry looking man “Asshole,”

“I heard you got a bounty over your head,” he chuckled. “I suggest you speak nicer or I’ll have to turn you in,”

Before he could even move I reached up and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, swiping a kick under on of his legs and broguht his face down onto the bar.

“You know who’s been followning me?!” I pressed down hard so his head was being crushed into the bar.

“Jesus bitch calm down!” he snapped. “Batch get her the hell of me!”

“Nah man Imma leave her to her business,” Batch chuckled. “Ain’t no one gonna try stop her from doin’ anything,”

Suddenly the door was blown in. All the people in the bar stood up and started shouting. I stepped back from Nicky and did as the others had done and took up a defensive stance.

“Y/n Y/l/n!” someone called fromt eh group of people in the doorway that looked a lot like a S.W.A.T team. “We need you to come with us!”

“The hell she does!” batch shouted, grabbing his baseball bat from behind the bar.

“Batch it’s okay,” I said calmly.

“Looks I don’t need to turn you in anyhow,” Nicky sneered. “They’re coming of they’re own accord,”

“Man shut the fuck up,” I turned fast and punch him in the throat.

There was a few cheers from the bar goers and some warning calls from the strange people in the doorway while Nicky stumbled back choking and gasping.

“Shoot her,” one of the S.W.A.T members called.

“What the fuck,” Batch breathed. “Listens asshats, you can’t just come up in my bar and start threatening my regulars,”

There was a soft pop! and a sharp pinch in the side of my neck.

My bision started blurring and the last thing I remember was falling to the ground and hearing the dogs in the back room barking loudly.

“I know she’s a wild card but did you have to sedate her?” a stern male voice spoke.

I opened my eyes but immediately regretted the action when the bright white LED lights felt like someone poured acid direcly onto my retinas.

I squeezed my eyes shut straight away and tried to focus on the people speaking.

“Hey I didn’t do anything!” a female voice responded. “I was in the alley with Barton! Tony never tells us anything properly it’s not my fault that we brought her in like this,”

“I know,” the first voice replied. “But i’m still confused as to why Tony hired a recon teamto go with you two anyway. Together you’re like an entire force I didn’t see a need for it. And you guys didn’t end up doing anything anyway,”

I groaned as I pulled my arm up to cover my eyes and foudn I couldn’t.

I begrudgingly opened my eyes again and saw leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a strap over my chest like a hazardous mental patient.

“Hey,” the male voice drew my attention to the two people in the doorway of the small metal room I was in. “She’s awake,”

The man was tall, and ripped. Like holy crap what were they feeding him? His face contradicted his body. His body was huge and tough and terrifying but he had a cleanly shaven angular face with birght blue eyes, topped with short dirty blond hair. He was dressed plainly in a pair of dark blue jeans and a grey t-shirt that must’ve been 3 sizes too small.

The woman by his side was stunning yet intimidating. Her hourglass figure was in a skin tight black combat suit and her vigrant red curls hung around her small pixie-like face.

They stepped into the room and I panicked.

I broke through the bindings on my ankles and flipped my legs over my head and pulled, snapping the strap across my chest at the buckle on the side. I flipped back over and slipped my legs undermyself and got into a crouched position from which I stood,on hand slipped out of the restrains and the other I tore through the leather with my teeth.

I jumped down from the shitty metal cot they had me on and took a defensive stance in the far corner of the room.

“Damn,” the redhead mused. “I couldn’t have done it better myself… Well maybe a little,”

“Shut it Nat,” the man sighed. Then he held up his hands before him to show he wasn’t a threaty. “It’s alright Y/n. You’re safe,”

“I don’t think she belives you,” ‘Nat’ said monotonously. “Not after the way she woke up. I mean- I would be freaked out and untrusting too,”

“Y/n, please,” he spoke softly, ignoring the woman. “My name’s Steve,”

The woman chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Welcome to the Avengers Compound,”

#avengers #avenger x reader

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i-write-to-forget-my-woes · 7 years

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Cupcake

Reader is a new york based vigilanti , enhanced stength with cat-like reflexes and agility. She knows someone’s beeen tailing her for a few weeks but she doesn’t know that it’s the avengers.

Stressful intoductions to the tea. Eventual pairing. Not sure with who tho…

Lemme know what y'all think. Feedback is always appreciated.

Warnings: swearing, violence, biker gang activity?? waking up strapped to a bed???? Probably spellinng mistakes my laptop is old and shitty and doesn’t do the red underline thingy

Part 2 is a go.

Word count: 1,467

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