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yeonjunszn · 2 years

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THE MARRIAGE PACT — 1

PAIRING: huening kai x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

GENRES: fluff﹒ angst﹒crack(?)

WARNINGS: mature language, a total of 2 timeskips, so obvi they r aged up for plot purposes, mentions of engagements, mentions of alcohol, an Argument — my bad bffs y’all are gonna hate me

SUMMARY: you’ve known huening kai since you were twelve years old, you know, geeky little middle schoolers. then high school came around and suddenly you became the object of everyone’s affections— except no one ever made a move on you. out of both desperation and the sheer idiocy of being fifteen, you and kai make a marriage pact. when the time finally comes to fulfill the contract, secrets are unveiled and feelings unravel. but it’s nothing more than a silly pact, right?

MORE: so sorry this is so late but it’s still huening’s birthday for me and i was able to get this out FINALLY after going through a writers block for it — though the series is actually NOT done 😭 also not proofread cause i was too lazy

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PRESENT DAY

“No, no, no,” you sigh. “That doesn’t go there. It goes over by the dessert table. We’ve already been over this.”

“Sorry, Miss L/n.”

The poor venue staff members bow their heads, carrying the sign over to its designated area. You pinch the bridge of your nose, sitting in one of the guest chairs. Soobin notices your frustration from his spot near the altar, where he and his fiancée are rehearsing for tomorrow, and excuses himself. He takes the seat beside you.

“Are you okay?“ The older male’s voice is comforting, easing the tension in your face and shoulders almost immediately.

“Yeah. Just a bit stressed. But it’s fine! Don’t worry. I’m taking on all of that so you won’t have to.” You smile at him.

About a year ago, a couple months after the announcement that he was engaged, Soobin asked if you would help in planning his wedding. You’d already done a few successful ones at this point, with the help of other planners at your agency, but this would be the first completely on your own. Even if it was nerve wracking as hell, you couldn’t tell him no. Soobin had been one of your greatest friends since high school.

“Okay. Just tell me if you need to take a break. I’ll understand, you know?” He wags a finger at you. You nod, shooing him back to his soon-to-be-wife.

You stand from the chair, exiting the area reserved for the wedding. You’d rented out an outdoor venue, due to the fact that it was late spring, early summer. It was perfect to hold both the ceremony and the reception, just big enough to house each.

As soon as you step out into the parking lot, you run your hands down your face. You knew the decorating process was nothing compared to how it would be tomorrow, the actual day of. But even so, you felt like your legs were going to fall off and your eyes were so heavy, you could sleep standing up.

“Did someone call for entertainment?”

You drop your hands, your features lighting up at the sight of two familiar figures. You run over to hug them, already less stressed. “Jun! Gyu!”

The taller catches you with a laugh, ruffling your hair. “Hey, Y/n, long time no see.”

“No shit! It’s been, what? Since Soobin told us he was getting married? A year?” You whine, resting your head on Yeonjun’s shoulder. “Gahhh, it’s been too long. I’ve missed you idiots. What are you doing here?”

“Well we heard our hotshot wedding planner might need some reinforcements.” Beomgyu says. You roll your eyes playfully, flicking him on the forehead.

“Seriously though, I was so close to asking one of the other planners at the agency to take over for tomorrow. I am so tired,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes. “When’s Taehyun coming in?”

Yeonjun furrows his eyebrows. “Tomorrow morning. With Huening. Did you not know?”

The mention of Huening Kai has you snapping out of whatever sleepy stupor you were in. Your wide eyes are enough answer for Yeonjun and he sighs, shifting his weight onto one hip.

“You still haven't talked to him?” He frowns. “It’s been a year, Y/n. You used to be best friends. What the hell happened?”

You look down at the pavement with an unreadable expression. He was right, you used to be best friends. Emphasis on the words ‘used to.’ You didn’t want to relive the moment the two of you cut contact with each other, so you don’t tell him. That was something you would take to the grave if possible.

“Are you at least gonna try to remain civil for Soobin’s sake?” Beomgyu asks, glancing behind you to catch a glimpse of the preparations within the venue. “I know how snappy you can get under pressure so just make sure to keep yourself as calm as you can tomorrow, despite the fact that it’ll probably be the most stressful day of your life.”

“Wow, Gyu, you’re really good at cheering people up.” You say sarcastically, shoving his shoulder lightly.

“It’s my specialty.”

ONE YEAR AGO

You and Kai meet eyes at the same time, raising identical eyebrows at the text message Soobin had sent to your group chat.

He wanted all of you to meet up for dinner later that night, the message requested so seriously that it felt rather ominous. You had no idea what it could be about, but don’t question it, pressing play on the movie you’d paused to entertain the text.

A yawn escapes your lips just minutes later, so you rest your head on Kai’s shoulder, missing the way he tenses at the action. It was only two in the afternoon and Soobin didn’t want to meet until around seven. You assumed a quick cat nap wouldn’t hurt.

Except a quick cat nap became a four hour nap and you found yourself rushing to get ready in your joint apartment with Kai. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through social media as you scrambled back and forth from your room to the bathroom.

“I told you to wake up like two hours ago but you just pushed me and told me to leave you alone.” He calls out.

“Fuck off!”

You adjust the clasp on your heel, checking yourself out in the mirror before grabbing your phone and wallet, finally meeting Kai in the living room. The clack of your shoes on the wooden floor causes him to look up, his breath getting caught in his throat.

He’s known you for twelve whole years and you still manage to knock the wind out of him whenever you enter a room.

“Okay, I’m ready!” You exhale, smoothing out your blouse.

He merely nods, afraid of his voice failing him. Even when you were in middle school, he thought you were cute. The moment he found you in the classroom during lunch, his heart was stolen right from his chest. You were the thief that he couldn’t dare blame. Your glasses, though dorky, made the eyes behind them look so innocent and pure. He was hooked from day one.

You had grown and matured so much since then, but as he grew alongside you, so did his feelings. They blossomed from a tween crush to full fledged infatuation. Now, dressed in a silky spaghetti strapped top, mom jeans and skinny heels, twenty four year old you had a death grip on Kai.

He follows behind you like a lost puppy as you exit your apartment and lock up, making your way to his car in the spot right in front of the stairs. (Thank god, because your feet would’ve already started killing you if you had to walk any further.)

The car ride to the restaurant is basked in a somewhat comfortable silence, nothing but the low hum of the radio surrounding you. Kai knows his hold on the steering wheel is a bit absurd, his knuckles nearing the color of snow. He couldn’t focus much with you in the passenger seat, the scent of your perfume (the one that drove him insane) filling his nostrils intoxicatingly. He’s lucky his mind stayed aware of what he was doing or else he would’ve crashed long ago.

“Why do you think Bin wants to have dinner?” You suddenly ask as you roll to a stop at a red light.

The only person from your friend group you saw regularly nowadays, was Kai, due to the fact that you lived together. Soobin still lived in the same city as the two of you with his girlfriend, but with his demanding job, he was usually really busy. You made a habit of seeing him about once a month. Taehyun, Yeonjun, and Beomgyu all resided overseas, in the States. The first two had become successful songwriters, while the third made a name for himself as a producer and moved to Los Angeles where they would be in the hotspot for their professions. They came back home a few times a year, this week being one of those.

Kai was also a songwriter, but decided to stay in Korea with you. Whenever you asked why, he’d always give a vague answer. You wished he would just tell you, but didn’t have room to complain, seeing as your best friend didn’t pack up and move across the world from you. You don’t think you could handle having anyone else as a roommate anyways, and you needed someone to split rent with since you hadn’t planned enough weddings yet to be making extreme bank.

“Don’t know. It was a little out of character for him to text so suddenly though.” He responds, turning into the lot of the restaurant.

“Hmm, maybe it wasn’t meant to be sudden? TaeYeonGyu are in town this week, and we didn’t know they were coming until like a couple days ago. He could’ve been waiting for them to come home so we could all be there,” you shrug, unbuckling your seatbelt after he’s parked. “The only question is ‘what for’.”

Kai exhales through his nose, locking his car before you head inside. The stares you receive from random men as you walk up to the host stand has him feeling protective, though he knows it’s not his place. And even if he was here with you platonically, the attention you receive makes him shrink in on himself, like he’s not worthy of standing beside you in public.

Thankfully, the hostess shows you to the table that Soobin reserved a minute later and you find all your friends already waiting for you. After standard greetings, you sit between Kai and Beomgyu. Yeonjun sits on the other side of the latter, Soobin next to him, then his girlfriend directly across from you, and Taehyun on your roommate’s right— bringing it full circle.

Conversation flows smoothly, picking up like you’d all seen each other a day prior. It isn’t until you’re halfway through your meal that the eldest of your group decides to ask the question you were curious about the entire evening.

“So, Soobin, as much as I’m glad we were able to catch up while me and the other two are in town, what was the reason behind this dinner?” Yeonjun clears his throat, setting his glass of wine back on the table.

The ravenette glances to his left at his girlfriend, the couple sharing a look that thoroughly confuses the rest of you. He licks his lips, wiping the corner of his mouth with his napkin before answering. “Well, the five of you know that we’ve,” he gestures between him and his significant other. “Been together for almost four years now and I don’t see myself being with anyone else ever again. So…”

He reaches under the table to grab her hand, lifting it up with the backside facing you. Right on her ring finger sits a pretty engagement ring, glimmering in the dim lighting of the restaurant. You gasp, your hands cupping your cheeks.

“Oh my god! Congrats, guys!”

“Dude, what the hell, why didn’t you tell us you were proposing?” Beomgyu clutches the front of his shirt dramatically, like it physically hurt him that he wasn’t briefed on the situation. “This is the ultimate act of best friend betrayal. You always tell your homies when making a life altering decision.”

Soobin’s girlfriend fiancée giggles at the distressed look on her boyfriend’s face when he says that. “That’s why I didn’t tell you. Because you say dumb shit like that. And also you have a big mouth, so I didn’t think that you could keep it a secret.”

Taehyun, Yeonjun, and Kai also join in on the laughter until they realize that he implied they couldn’t be trusted with that information either. Then the conversation derailed from congratulatory remarks, to the five boys arguing about the ‘true strength’ of their friendship. Your lips curl up at their antics, continuing to finish whatever food was left on your dish.

You were happy for the pair, glad Soobin had found the One. You liked his girlfriend too. She was nice and wasn’t shy around y’all. You appreciated that she didn’t make you feel uncomfortable for being the only girl in a group full of guys, instead expressing her gratitude for you and your ability to keep up with them for so long.

“Even though I’m still heartbroken that Soobin didn’t fill us in on his plan to get engaged, I think this calls for a celebration,” Yeonjun lightly taps his knife against the side of his wine glass. “We should go out after this.”

“There’s a club right next to the hotel we’re staying at, which is pretty convenient.” Taehyun adds, sticking his fork and a piece of his steak in his mouth.

You would’ve jumped for joy at the opportunity to go out and let loose with your friends, but with the shoes you were wearing, you didn’t think your feet couldn’t withstand it. Kai notices the way you look like someone just kicked a puppy in front of you and taps your shoulder. You turn to him with a small frown.

“Ugh, I’d love to go, but my toes are screaming for help, Hyuka. I think we should go home unless you wanna carry me everywhere all night.” You sigh.

His pulse quickens the slightest bit at the thought of carrying you around bridal style, but he pushes it away instantaneously. Huening Kai could not be perceived as a simp, not when he was in his mid-twenties. “I have one of your pairs of emergency sandals in my trunk.”

You smile widely, turning back to the table who was still discussing where you would be going. He thinks it’s the curl of your lips that make him significantly more nervous for that night than he should be. He thinks that with enough alcohol in his system, he’ll pour everything out to you and you’ll know the way he’s felt all this time. It scares the shit out of him.

And it’s those exact nerves that have him hesitant to get out of his car once you’ve arrived at the club Taehyun had suggested. The fluorescent neon sign in front is taunting him, like it knows what will happen before he does, and he doesn’t like the sinking feeling in his stomach one bit.

However, the twinkle of excitement in your eye manages to distract him, effectively dragging him into the building. It spurs him to swipe his card for the cover fee, paying for the both of you instinctively. You wrap your arms around his bicep as you continue inside, yelling over the loud music so he could hear you.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know.” Is all he says, a shrug following.

Your friend group claims an empty high table a few feet from the dance floor, you and Soobin’s fiancée staying behind while the guys went to get drinks. You learn that he had proposed a week ago and was originally going to announce it over text, until she convinced him to do otherwise. He was in the process of planning a group FaceTime when Yeonjun, Beomgyu, and Taehyun revealed they’d be coming home for a week, which then led to him putting together the dinner.

A couple drinks later and you’re feeling pleasantly buzzed, even ordering a round of tequila shots despite fucking hating tequila. Kai watches with a deep fondness as you dance carelessly with Soobin’s fiancée, your expression as bright as the sign outside— and just as teasing, too. He downs the rest of his drink, hoping that it quells the hammering behind his rib cage rather than fuel it.

He needed to last through the remainder of this night and wait one more year. It was just one more year until the two of you would fulfill that silly little pact you created twelve years ago. (If you were still single by then, at least.) Then he could confess to you in the most romantic way possible, complete with the ‘mandatory’ proposal. (It wasn’t really seen as such in his eyes since he’d choose to marry you in a heartbeat, given the decision.)

“Why don’t you just say something to her already?” Taehyun speaks up from beside him, nudging his shoulder.

“I-I can’t,” Kai swallows, his eyes completely focused on you. “I’m scared.”

The older male rolls his eyes. “Of what? You’re both adults. This situation can be discussed maturely, even if she doesn’t feel the same. I don’t think something like that is enough to ruin a bond as strong as the one you have.”

His words ring in his ears louder than the club music. You knew each other like the back of your hands. Sure he’d be heartbroken if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings and it might be a little awkward at first, but he’d rather have you in his life as a friend than not at all. Besides, there was still the off chance that you would follow through with the marriage pact, despite not mentioning it in a few years.

“I’ll think about it.”

You and Soobin’s fiancée come barreling towards the table, out of breath and a bit sweaty. Kai can’t help but chuckle at the way you finish your drink in one go, wiping away the beads of perspiration on your forehead. You turn to him with a tiny smile, your eyes crinkled at the corners.

“You ready to head home? I’m exhausted.” You ask sheepishly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Kai nods immediately and the two of you say your goodbyes.

The drive back home was once again silent except for the AC on full blast and your soft snores, having fallen asleep minutes after he started driving. He feels the subtle way his heart thumps just a beat faster, your face so peaceful it almost physically hurts to look at you.

A small pang of guilt hits him when he realizes he has to wake you from your slumber. You let out a little groan, your eyes fluttering open from the light shakes Kai had inflicted on you. With a pout, you get out of the car and trudge over to the stairs.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks suddenly, his tone a little shy. The alcohol in his system made him bolder but not enough to rid of the embarrassment from the question. You blink at him, registering what he just asked in your half-asleep mental state.

“Yes.” Is what you squeak out, pausing in your tracks just before you reach the first step.

He moves in front of you and bends down so you can hop on his back, hooking his arms underneath your knees. He doesn’t know why on earth he’d volunteer himself to do this when he was not strong enough to carry an entire person up two flights of stairs on his own. He’s pretty sure you can tell too, judging by the way you giggle every time he makes a grunt of exertion.

“Am I too heavy? Sorry, Hyuka.” You murmur, right in his ear.

“N-No, you’re fine—” He forces out, strained because he was not prepared for the amount of work it was taking. When he finally makes it to the front door of your apartment, he tries his best to take out his key and unlock the door. You pluck it from his grasp to save him from the struggle, pushing it open with your foot.

You hop off of his back, throwing yourself on the couch as he shuts the door behind him with a sigh. He shakes his head with a snort at the sight of you already getting comfortable on the cushions, like your room wasn’t ten feet down the hallway.

He walks past the sofa to go to his own, but he’s stopped by your hand reaching out and wrapping around his wrist. He glanced down at you, hoping you don’t feel the clamminess of his palms. You prop your head up on the armrest, smiling up at him lazily.

“Thank you,” you near whisper, rubbing his skin with your thumb. “You’ll always be my favorite.”

Kai gulps, the compliment provoking heat in his cheeks. He nods, a weak grin gracing his features. This would be the best time to confess to you. He could just lay himself bare right here right now and it would be such a perfect moment. So, he opens his mouth to start. But you start speaking before he can.

“I know you’ll always look at me even when no one else will.” You say. He furrows his brows and you explain what you mean. “Every time I think someone’s gonna make a move, they don’t. And you’re always there to pick up the pieces for me. I think seeing Soobin and his fiancée tonight, the way they stare at each other like no one else exists, had me remembering that.”

His eyes travel away from you, a painful feeling of remorse burning through his whole body. “That’s my fault.”

“What?”

“I’m the reason guys never pursued you or kept things going,” Kai admits, still not making eye contact with you. “I told them to stay away from you c-cause I didn’t want you to be with anyone else.”

Your hand releases his wrist and you sit upright, not knowing what to make of what he’d just said. Your best friend of twelve years was the reason you had been so lonely? How could he even do that to you?

“What are you saying right now, Kai?” You breathe through your nose, your lips pressing into a straight line.

He knows he could clear things up by clarifying why exactly he’d done such a mean thing. He could tell you his intentions were pure, and he’d done it all in the name of love. That he did it because you wouldn’t dare choose him out of all the boys who floundered at your feet. That he wanted you to pick him at the end of the day.

In spite of that being his most logical option, however, he doesn’t. He just stands there, avoiding your harsh gaze. If he felt small earlier at the restaurant, that was nothing compared to what he was feeling right now.

“Why are you so silent? Do you have nothing more to say? You expected to just drop that on me and things would be fine? Fucking look at me!” You get up from the couch, getting in his face.

“I’m sorry.”

Your vision is blurred with tears and your heart is shattered. Why wouldn’t he answer your questions? You swallow down your emotions. “Get out.”

He blinks at you. “W-What?”

“Get the fuck out, Huening Kai. Go stay at the hotel with the boys for all I care. I can’t do this right now.” Your voice raises, making him flinch.

He snaps out of whatever trance he was in and shuffles to the door, pausing before he walks out to glance back at you. His mouth opens, like he wants to say something else, but ultimately he can’t.

So he leaves.

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kitakashi · 11 months

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yea turns out he was an arrancar so 😃 but then again something told me it wasn’t real.. his “performance” was off putting and I’m glad rukia didn’t let her guard down completely. she was half and half. I knew it was too good to be true. as for the spoiler it wasn’t something that I needed more investigation on bc if I keep watching I know it will get answered or mentioned… but the spoiler was a certain someone and his family are related to the shibas 🤯

NOOOO but hold up… I’m currently like on episode 164 and I wanna talk about it.. so by the looks of it ulquiora technically killed ichigo right? like he’s dead but if it wasn’t for grimmjow breaking orhime out to turn time back and revive him then it would have ended with our MC dead. that’s what I want your opinion on. that he died. that’s what it looked like to me. a certain show I’m watching has the same thing that the mc died but gets revived by a miracle.

as for the orhime ask i do hope this arc turns out the way I’m imagining it. if if doesn’t you’ll hear it from me again haha. also I was totally unaware of how the fandom treats her. she has a huge hate club and I was so surprised. they call her all kind of names and I was like wait hold up I’m bout to fight everyone on her behalf, orhime get behind me!! lol like the men mostly don’t like her and I’m like?? that’s a first bc y’all usually ogle over the women’s figure and stuff, but it also made me realize that at the end of the day that’s all they see. a fucking object. they don’t respect the person. it’s like for them it’s “damn she’s fine af, but fuck her i can’t stand her ass. she’s so useless” and that gets me fucking mad. I’d like to punch them through the screen if I could 😒

Kaien being absorbed and technically still existing but not sentient… it awful but at the same time a good guy like him would waste away with guilt had he been aware of what the hollow was doing. It gave Rukia some closure tho.

I mean 🤷‍♀️ Ichigo technically dies a lot? The hollow protects his mind in a way while Hime heals his body. If he wasn’t the main character I’d be concerned.

Shōnen anime doesn’t typically have a lot of strong female characters. Hime isnt alone. Sakura from Naruto. Lucy from Fairy Tail. Noelle from Black Clover. Nobara from Jujutsu Kaisen. Anzu/Tea from Yugioh. The list goes on and on. The leading female partner always receives hate. The funny part is, if you read interviews with the authors they say the FMC they created is their dream girl. I think a lot of people are unintentionally misogynistic. And others are simply jealous.

Another reason I don’t participate in fandom discussions. Too much hate. Don’t like a character? Scream to your bff if you have to and then just leave it alone.

Also, the anime typically cuts a lot especially in older animes and where do they cut it? First from the FMC. So people who only watch the anime are missing so much of the story. Maybe not plot wise but the actual depth of the characters. I’m stopping myself from ranting about how the Naruto anime ruined Sakura. And Yugioh anime making Anzu so useless. 😤

#Val talks about Bleach #precious mutuals 💍

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caught-in-the-filter · 6 months

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2 4 8 14 16 19 23 25 kinky

2. What is a popular kink you've never really gotten into?

Tbh idk what all is or isn’t particularly popular. If there’s something you think is popular and you want to know if I’m into it, you can totally ask. You can also let me know if you like it or think it’s overrated and why if you want.

4. Do you have anything you like fantasising about but wouldn't want to actually try to live out?

Probably some of the rougher stuff I’m curious about. I don’t think I could actually handle very much impact play, there are positions I don’t think I could personally physically do, stuff like that.

8. Do you have any kinks that you’re embarrassed about?

Not necessarily embarrassed about so much as “is this common or is my sadomasochist showing/am I going to creep someone else out?” (Like y’all know I’m super curious about cnc, but I’m not necessarily gonna go into it in detail unless I know someone is also into it. It’s not that I won’t admit it, I just want to be respectful of limits. That sort of thing.)

14. Would you play with friends?

Nintendo shut down the online communications for the Wii so I can’t play Tetris and MarioKart. ☹️

(I feel like at least some level of friendship is generally kind of a prerequisite for me? Like not necessarily total bffs but at least a certain level of trust. Though how long it takes to get there varies.)

16. Have you found any things that always put you in the mood to play?

Yes. 😇

19. In what ways has kink positively impacted your life?

Breaking out of the cycle of guilt and shame just for thinking about sex in a positive way. Also for the most part getting more comfortable with my body? I have a lot of personal image issues I’m still trying to work through, but it helps to feel desirable tbh.

23. Munches - yay or nay? Any specific reasons?

Had to look this one up tbh. It sounds nice, in theory, but also I’m not the most social and would probably be terrified lol. It’s easier to talk behind a keyboard and screen. But tbh I’d kinda love to find one because maybe it’ll make me feel less nervous about it all. Idk. Maybe it would scare me more.

25. Are there any lesser known kinks you love?

Tbh idk what all is or isn’t lesser known. If there’s something you’d say is lesser known and you wanna know if I’m into it, you can totally ask.

#kayla answers #personal #anon #anonymous

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genshinfanboy · 11 months

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Hi! Same anon here again ❤️ I was a fan of u and ur bff and she and I have mutual friends on discord so I just wanted to let u know, as a fan of both y’all, that I wish you well and check in for your blog time to time 😊 I hope ur burnout goes away soon and if not no worries at all!!! Take your time!

Ik you prolly don’t wanna deal or talk about it and that’s totally understandable! Feel free not to answer this at all but to keep it to ur self ❤️I know she told our friend about a month ago she was very sorry for hurting you but understoods u need space and if u want nothing to do with her n she that wishes u the best. I think she has a aesthetic blog on her dis she wants to keep private?? Idk but it was our idea to ask her over a month ago so I decided to go ahead and say so for our friend and me w/o her asking because as I said I am a fan of u and her both! ❤️

Sorry again if this oversteps anything and that it’s completely ok to keep this ask unanswered, private, or whatever!

Looking forward to future works and I will check out ur honkai star rail blog too!

❤️- a fan

Hello again ❤️ fan. :) I truly appreciate your kind words. My burn out is slowly getting better. I should be back to writing for this blog in a month or so (give or take a bit.) So look forward to that. My idea for it includes Alhaitham, Kaveh, and probably Kazuha? (this third spot is undetermined at the moment) The rest of this post will be my final thoughts on this matter. Feel free not to read it if you don't wish.

I'd prefer not to talk about the situation with the person you're talking about. I like to keep personal things away from my blogs and not spread any negativity online. There's enough of it in this world and I don't wish to add to it. It was something that I still have several strong emotions about and feel hurt by. Though I will as I've said in the past keep what happened between us. It was a private matter and I dont wish her any ill will. I hope you continue supporting us both and I appreciate your support.

I will request not to scheme behind their back or anything of the sort. As consent is very important as well as trust among friends. I also hope the best for your friend as well. For her blog if she wishes to keep it private it's her right to do so. I hope she's doing better from when we parted.

I would wish not to discuss this in the future as I'm still processing and mentally dealing with all that happened. It's best for us if we part ways indefinitely for reasons that again will remain private. I absolutely dont believe bring stuff that happened among friends to use against someone.

Thank you for your time writing this message and I hope you have a wonderful day or night anon.

#taylor writes #taylor talks #taylor answers #taylor rants

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magxit · 2 years

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It is pretty odd that she didn’t go. Abigail is one of her oldest friends, if she didn’t even meet her new husband that means they are not as close as they used to be, bc I would go to my childhood’s friend wedding regardless if I wasn’t bffs with the guy.

There has been a global pandemic going on for the last several years. Taylor has lived either in London, Belfast or LA for the most part and not anywhere close to Abigail. I am sure Abigail has FaceTime Taylor but there was really no need for Taylor to go to the second wedding. It seem to be a very small wedding. I don’t know if y’all were young or what. But this is just a lot made out of nothing. Maybe Taylor was invited but couldn’t come for whatever reason maybe Abigail was like Taylor no offense but this is just gonna be friends and family of the immediate couple and you went to my first wedding you aren’t going to miss much. 😂 first weddings and second weddings have two totally different vibes. This guy seem to been married before he has a small child you’ll get over it we didn’t get any new photos of Taylor we will be seeing her in a month or tomorrow when she releases more tick-tock‘s.

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mythicalshipping · 2 years

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I’m still so fascinated by how easily and comfortably they move into each other’s space???

... When your bff sticks his EBay purchased broomstick in your face while looking like a Professor of Medieval studies at a small university where he also runs some sort of obscure trivia team.

And then they were like “yeah, let’s test out why this vibrating toy that ended up in a*ult stores, ended up there.”

... SURE OKAY.

Rhett’s gorgeous hands holding a long piece of plastic wood, feat. Dom ! Link

Link staring directly at this totally PG display...

...only to watch him through the camera, so he doesn’t appear as obvious, wondering if Rhett’s ever used two hands to shake the pope’s hand.

WHAT IS THIS LEAN THAT LINK IS DOING??? WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE TAKES IT ALL IN???

As if Link could really keep his eyes off of Rhett’s hands tightly gripping what might vaguely be suggested as a cleaning implement positioned between his legs. If it had been a Swiffer Sweeper Mop, Link’s reaction would have had to go on the Mythical Society.

THEY ARE GRINNING SO HARD IN THIS SECTION AND MAKING SUPER HARD EYE CONTACT LIKE--

Link’s expression here while he eyes Rhett’s caboose with a face like :o

OMFG my cursor turned from an arrow into a hand right on the cheeks I am just...I FREAKING CAN’T. Link is just hear taking in allllllllllll the details.

I just...REALLY??? INCLUDING THE FREAKING ROOSTER PILLOW IN THIS SHOT??? XD

Link trying to gauge Rhett’s grip when he’s...sweeping.

...Y’ALL. LIKE...

...

Rhett looking like a Renaissance painting as he asks the question that’s plagued me since middle school.

“Yeah there’s nothing between us, we just like playing with the tension on the show” my a*s.

OH GOD HE IS LITERALLY LOOKING AT THE VIBRATING PLASTIC PIECE OF WOOD BETWEEN HIS LEGS WHEN HE SAYS THAT LIKE IS THIS REAL LIFE.

. This is the face fic authors write about before they give into their UST.

Rhett looks so inviting and Link looks so eager and the amazing crew they have that manages to keep relatively quiet while this is going on...jfc.

...

Like...it isn’t that long. They are pressed flush against each other. And with the part of the broom Link is holding, it looks less like a broom and more like his MAGIC WAND.

Rhett’s hand curled around Link’s shoulder, with his other curled around the plastic piece of wood so that his hand is up against his...well, you know.

I...I have no words.

...

Excuse me.

WHAT did you just ask him???

LIKE, the combination of Link saying this with Rhett’s FACE is just fantastic.

The layers, the intricate rituals, the...;lksjdf;lksajdf;lkdjsa;.

Lol sorry I just had to include this pic of Rhett looking so disheveled while imagining how this looks out of context.

HEH.

...w-what? I mean, I know what *I’m* thinking but idk how well-versed Link is, in the world of --

...OH OKAY. SURE. YUP. OKAY. (And WHY the visual demonstration?!?!) I mean, not like I’m complaining obviously but also like al;ksjdf;kasjd;fasdffasdf???

Another Renaissance painting with Link modeling in a way Rhett’s sure to have seen him before ;)

#rhink #gmm rhink #gmm rhink 2162

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yeetlegay · 2 years

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🏳️‍🌈 BL watchlist check-in 🏳️‍🌈

Happy April 25, the perfect date, not too hot, not too cold, and all you need is a light jacket!

My watchlist this week was kind of haphazard but here we go!

Kinnporsche ep 3: Passing away as we speak, I can’t believe they kept that shit locked away from my eyes for two (2) weeks, this is pure sadism on boc’s part. Overall I felt like the editing and pacing issues make it the weakest ep so far, but that ending scene made me forget all about that lol so it is what it is. I’m just hoping the choppy moments were a fluke and the rest of the eps don��t have that particular problem.

Star in My Mind ep 3: Cute af and Joong is very good at pining eyes, 10/10. This is turning into my “turn ur brain off” series where I can just enjoy some fluff and not have to think critically. I’m glad it’s only 8 eps though bc the story definitely isn’t thicc enough to sustain itself for a full-sized season.

Plus and Minus ep 1-3: Finally caught up on this and omg Y’ALL. I can’t believe this drama is flying so under the radar when it’s a) on Viki so easy access, b) bffs to lovers, and c) hot bartender x single dad side couple. This is gonna sound crazy but for anyone who’s still in Bad Buddy brainrot I really think this would be up your alley. Totally different setting (adult divorce attorneys vs college kids, and no interfamilial drama) but if the pining in Bad Buddy got you good, Fu Ligong and his constant projectile yearning for his oblivious bff is gonna tear you UP. Like look at him

Cutie Pie ep 9: Watched the first part which was cute and obv LianKuea are horny and in love, congrats to them on the sex and candlelit dinners and whateva. I just wasn’t really motivated to finish the ep bc I had a feeling I’d be fast forwarding a lot and wasn’t up for it. I’m kind of hanging onto this series purely for the domestic couple moments lol but tbh this series overall just isn’t grabbing me even with Zee, which ig is saying something. (Also have a strong feeling they’re gonna drag the YiDiao story into a season 2 in which case I will be throwing furniture.)

Secret Crush on You ep 11: NOPE. NOT DOING IT. NOT WATCHING. I saw one (1) gif of sad Daisy and noped right tf out of there. I’ll watch it once ep 12 is out so I don’t have to live a week of my life knowing Daisy is sad and not knowing how they’re gonna fix it.

In other news, Gentleman Jack s2 premieres tonight so everybody pls be cool about me going absolutely batshit insane and horny over Anne Lister for the next 8 weeks. ✌🏻

#kinnporsche #scoy #cutie pie the series #star in my mind #plus and minus #gonna tag bad buddy bc like I said I really think p&m could be a treat for y’all #secret crush on you the series #yeetle weeklies

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retiring. | c.b

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| clint barton x pregnant!reader

summary: during your pregnancy clint is often gone, leaving you alone for the majority of the pregnancy. when he returns from a mission injured worst than previous times, he finally confesses something to you.

warnings: pregnant reader obvi, mentions of blood and wounds, fluff

authors note: hi bffs, posting clint content bc this app needs more. totally not bc he’s my favorite avenger..no..totally not. anyways, i hope y’all enjoy <3

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you had just ended your second trimester when clint left for another mission, you were now showing more, your swollen belly didn’t allow you to fit in your old clothes anymore. it felt frustrating but it was better than the morning sickness. you hated being sick of the mornings. or very very early mornings, when you couldn’t sleep while worrying about your husband while he’s out saving the world. or universe, whatever the heroes feel like doing. though, it was stressful especially for you. sometimes clint would be gone for weeks, sometimes months and with the baby, on the way, you weren’t so sure you could do it alone. he would still keep in touch though, trying his best to call or text you. even if you were still hidden from the other avengers. you didn’t mind it, you were starting a family and leaving in peace. no alien monsters, no robots who wanted worked extinction. just a big farmhouse..all to yourself most day. but it was quiet..that was enough for you.

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when you held the test in your hands, seeing the two pink lines. your heart started racing, and your hands began shaking. you were pregnant? now? clint wasn’t even home, he was still on a mission supposed to return the next day. you stood up from the edge of the bathtub heading out of the bathroom with the test still in your hand. walking into the kitchen you set it down on the counter. “oh my god” you groaned, elbows resting on the marble countertop and hands holding your head. should you cry? celebrate? you didn’t know yet. you’ve always wanted to have a family with clint but with him gone a lot it would make it hard, and you weren’t so sure if now was the right time.

“babe?” you heard the front door open, followed by heavy footsteps into the house. “in the kitchen!” you yelled back, moving from your position and looking at the archway searching for his figure. when he walked through, the second he saw you he grinned. coming closer and wrapping his arms around you, you did the same. missing his warm touch, “i missed you.” your grumbled i’m his shoulder. he pulled away, a gentle hand on your cheek. he must’ve caught onto your tone. “you okay?” he asked. pulling away from his embrace, you stared at him flashing a smile. “yeah, i just..uh was expecting you tomorrow.” he smiled, “well, they let me come home early. you sure you’re okay?” he asked again. you hummed, reaching for the white and blue test. “surprise” you whispered, handing the test to him.

he stared at the item, it took him a few seconds to comprehend it was a pregnancy test. he saw the pink lines, one lighter than the other. you’re pregnant. “you’re?” he hummed, looking up to meet your eyes. you nodded. “pregnant” you finished. you couldn’t tell if he was excited or not, he just held the test delicately saying nothing. “i..i just took it..maybe twenty minutes ago” you added, looking at his face now. “i uh..wow” he chuckled, a smile tugging at his lips. “you’re pregnant” he repeated, the smile finally manifesting. he kissed the top of your head, putting the test down. “this is great!” he cheered, his hands going to your shoulders. you had a nervous smile on, looking past him. “what’s wrong?” he asked, examining your face. “do you think we’re ready for this? i mean..you’re out there saving the universe every other week” you laughed dryly. “i just don’t want to do this alone if something happens to you.” finally admitting your worries, even before finding out you were pregnant was one of your biggest concerns. you knew he was capable of taking care of himself, but you couldn’t afford to lose the one thing you loved most in the world. “nothing is going to happen to me” he replied, hands coming to your face for comfort. “ill figure something out. i’ll talk to fury if i have to. you’re not going to lose me. both of you” he assured, his left hand now resting on your stomach. “i promise”

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you finished cleaning up the kitchen after making dinner for yourself, while washing the dishes a ruckus was heard behind you, carefully dropping the plate in the sink you grabbed a towel, drying off your hands. you walked past the archway of the kitchen transitioning into the living room. your eyes glued on the door watching clint being ushered in by other agents. “oh my god” you whispered. “where do we put him?” the redhead asked. “the couch” you suggested, walking over and moving stuff around. “what happened” you asked, seeing the blood covering clint and a few bruises decorating his face. “he got attacked pretty bad, held hostage” she answered, helping him lie back.

“i’m fine” he groaned, adjusting his body to the piece of furniture. “never been better actually” he laughed but it only caused more pain. you put your hand against his forehead, “he’s burning up” you sighed. this wasn’t good.

“i can patch him up, that’s the best i can do” the girl offered. you nodded, “please, i’d appreciate it.” you smiled at her, she returned it. she told her everything she needed, you collected those things in a timely manner before returning. while she ditched him up, you started patching up the cuts on his face.

“so…were you ever gonna tell me about this?” she asked. clint stared at you while you worked gently on his face. flashing you a smile. “not really. fury helped me set this up. off files. let’s keep it that way, especially now” he answered, you smiled at his comment. natasha finished her stitches, “you’re all patched up, barton. i’ll be off now, duty calls” she saluted to clint and he nodded. you followed her to the door, “thank you” you smiled as she stood outside. “no problem. i’m natasha” she held her hand out, you took her hand. “y/n” you introduced. natasha grinned, nodding slowly, and headed off your porch. “take care of him” she finished, “always” you replied.

walking back into the house and past clint on the couch. you went to the kitchen, opening the freezer fetching some ice packs. you walked back to your husband and handed some to him. “what happened to being careful?” you teased, putting another pillow under his head as he grunted at the sudden movement. “i was, i just got distracted by a kid. had to rescue him” he answered, placing the ice underneath his eye. “it was either me or him.” you nodded, reaching out for his arm. “what you did was great, but you have to be more careful. especially for the little one” you hummed, rubbing your thumb gently on his skin.

clint nodded, “i will. i talked to fury” he started, trying his best to sit up to do he could see you better. “clint..” you sighed, helping him up carefully. he flashed you a playful smile. “i’m retiring.”

you sat next to him frozen in place, staring at him. “you what? why?”

“because you need me, and so does the baby” he answered, bringing his hand to your stomach. “you love your job” you blinked, he nodded. “i do. but i love the two of your even more. i promised you i wouldn’t go anywhere, so here i am fulfilling my promise”

you wrapped your arms around him gingerly. “thank you.” your voice came out as a whisper, clint started rubbing your back softly. “mhm” he hummed, kissing your cheek. “this is all i ever wanted”

#clint barton x you #clint x y/n #hawkeye #clint barton #clint fluff #clint barton fluff #avengers reader insert #clint barton x fem reader #the avengers x reader #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel fluff #marvel mcu #marvel x female reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanov

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elliesguitarstrings · 3 years

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Just Friends

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Summary: You and Tom haven’t seen each other since filming Uncharted, and you decide to surprise him at his Jimmy Kimmel interview. Although you’ve always been “just friends,” you can’t help but think there’s something more.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry it’s been a few days since I last posted, I’ve just been super stressed with school and stuff, but I actually really like this fic and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Language, fluff, angst if you squint

WC: 2.4k

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It’s been months since you and Tom last saw each other in person.

While filming Uncharted, the two of you had become extremely close, hanging out in each other’s trailers and spending all of your free time together. In such a short period, you had become best friends, but neither of you could deny the spark of something more. Unfortunately, the two of you never got to explore that spark because of the short time limit. After wrapping, you and Tom went your separate ways, him to Atlanta to film Spiderman 3, and you back to your hometown for a well-deserved break.

That doesn’t mean you two haven’t stayed in contact though. You and Tom have texted and facetimed almost every day since you parted ways, or as much as his busy filming schedule allows. Throughout this time, however, you never seemed to discuss the obvious love connection between you two. Without actually speaking about it, you both seemed to agree that that conversation would be better to have in person.

This bring us to today, where Tom is backstage at Jimmy Kimmel, anxiously waiting for his interview segment of the show. He picks up his phone and decides to text you before he goes on to settle his nerves, wishing you were here to comfort him in person.

T: Are you watching the show yet?

Y: yep I already have my tv turned to abc! are you going on soon?

T: Yeah, I’m so nervous though

Y: why? you’ve been on the show before and you’re like amazing at interviews

T: Idk, Jimmy just said “be ready for a surprise” and he looked really suspicious so I’m scared

T: I just hope they don’t bring like Jennifer Aniston out or something because I would totally freeze and make a fool out of myself

Y: lmao that would be kinda funny tho, but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about

T: Okay we’ll see haha

T: Gtg I’m on in 10, I’ll facetime you after I’m done!

Y: kk, good luck tommy :)

T: Ahh thank you!!

What Tom doesn’t know is that you are ten times more nervous than him. While he’s under the impression that you’re sitting on your living room couch watching the show, you are actually in the dressing room down the hall from him.

Last month, when Tom told you he was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel to promote Cherry, you had the idea to surprise him. You emailed Jimmy not expecting a response, but to your surprise, he actually emailed you back and loved your idea.

So, here you are, waiting backstage and shaking with anticipation to surprise Tom. To be completely honest, you’re even more nervous now that you know Tom is expecting some big star like Jennifer Aniston, who you know has always been his biggest celebrity crush. But nonetheless, you shake off the nerves as best as you can, just hoping everything goes well.

“Please welcome our first guest… Tom Holland everyone!” you hear Jimmy’s voice over the speaker in your dressing room.

Now that Tom is on stage, you can safely leave the room without him seeing you, and you head to the side stage, waiting for your cue.

Tom and Jimmy talk about Cherry for a few minutes, and you can’t help but admire him. His voice, his face, his outfit, everything about him is just perfect. And even better, he’s here in person, closer than he’s been to you in a long time. It takes every ounce of self-control in you to stop yourself from running onstage and hugging him now. ‘Only a minute longer,’ you tell yourself.

“So, other than Cherry, what other upcoming projects are you working on?” Jimmy inquires onstage.

Almost there…

“Well, as most of you know,” Tom addresses the audience, “I’m filming Spiderman 3 right now, which has been going brilliantly. It’s definitely going to be the best one of all the Spiderman movies I’ve done. And I just wrapped on a film called Uncharted a few months ago in Berlin, which was so much fun.”

“Ooh, Uncharted, tell us more about that!"

“Yeah, well it’s based on the video game, and I play the main character, Nathan Drake, who’s on a quest throughout the film. It’s a lot like Spiderman in a way, with all the stunts and stuff, and I think it’s going to turn out great, I can’t wait to see it finished.”

“That sounds like a lot of fun! And if I’m not mistaken, you seem to have met a certain Y/N Y/L/N while filming?”

“Oh, Y/N, yeah, she’s great,” he starts to gush, and you immediately smile, “we became friends super fast, and I miss her so much. I wish she could be here right now, but she’s watching from home actually, so hey Y/N!” he looks directly at the camera and waves, as if he’s waving to you through the screen.

That’s your cue. You tiptoe onstage behind Tom, trying your best to shush the immediate gasps from the audience.

“Well Tom,” Jimmy smiles, “I think your wish may have come true.”

“Huh?” Tom looks around, confused, until his eyes land on you, and he completely freezes.

“Hey Tom,” you smile.

“Y/N! Holy shit! You’re here, you’re actually here!” he exclaims, not caring that he just cursed on live TV.

Tom immediately springs off the couch and sprints to you, arms outstretched. As soon as he reaches you, he picks you up in a tight hug and spins you around, both of you laughing. He sets you down, but still keeps you in a tight embrace, not pulling away until neither of you can breathe. He steps backwards to take you in, still trying to fathom that you’re actually here, with him, after all this time.

“Y/N, wha-, how? I thought you were at your house!” Tom can barely form a sentence, smiling wider than ever and completely out of breath.

“Eh, my house was boring. I thought it would be more fun here with you,” you smile.

He pulls you in again, whispering, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“You have no idea,” you whisper back, resting your forehead on his.

The two of you lock eyes, and for a moment, it’s like you are the only two people in the world. You both start to lean in, lips almost touching, when Jimmy interjects.

“Alright, you two, while that was very sweet, we do still have the rest of the show to get through, so why don’t you come sit down,” Jimmy laughs, bringing you and Tom back to reality.

“Right, of course,” Tom responds, trying his best to keep cool in front of the audience.

Tom ushers you to the couch, keeping one hand on the small of your back as he follows you. He keeps his arm around you when you sit, staying as close to you as possible without raising any more suspicions from the audience.

“So, you two, huh?” Jimmy smirks.

“What? Oh, no, Jimmy, we- we’re just friends,” you laugh trying your best to hide the obvious blush on your cheeks.

“I don’t know, that seemed like a little more than just friend behavior to me over there,”

“What do you expect, I haven’t seen her in half a year!” Tom exclaims, saving you from more embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just friends,” he turns to the camera and winks, earning laughs from the audience.

“Anyways Y/N, we already talked about Tom, so tell us about you! How was your experience filming Uncharted?” thankfully, Jimmy moves on.

“Well, up until this point I had only really done small indie films, so it was definitely a major change. But Tom was so nice in helping me and it actually turned out to be such an amazing experience, probably the most fun I’ve ever had filming a movie…”

You go on for a few more minutes, talking to Jimmy about your role in Uncharted and your career in general, exchanging small glances with Tom, who just sat back and listened, completely entranced by you.

“Alright, well thank you so much for coming Y/N, it was great to have you! I’m afraid I have to keep Tom for a few more minutes for our next segment, but you’ll have him all to yourself soon enough,” Jimmy smiles.

You laugh, “Thank you so much for having me Jimmy, it was such a pleasure!”

You stand up and hug both Jimmy and Tom, giving Tom a small peck on the cheek before you walk offstage, waving to the audience as you leave.

You smile all the way back to your dressing room, completely overjoyed that you were successful in surprising Tom. As soon as you sat down on the small couch, not even two minutes after you walked offstage, your phone starts blowing up with notifications.

You see that your best friend texted you, so you check that first.

BFF: so you and tom huh? girl why didn’t you tell me?????

Y: what no???

Y: we’re just friends!!

BFF: that’s not what literally all of twitter thinks

Y: wdym? they don’t know anything

BFF: go check rn, i’m telling you they’re going batshit crazy over you two

You check Twitter and immediately see the fans already going crazy over you and Tom.

“just friends”????? bullshit did y’all see the way they almost KISSED?????

TOM AND Y/N I SHIP I SHIP I SHIP

did y’all see the way tom looked at y/n? he’s totally in love omg

UGH I’M SO JEALOUS AKSDHJSAHDSHD I WANT TO BE Y/N SO BAD

they’re so cute help omg

THE WAY Y/N FLEW OUT TO CALIFORNIA JUST TO SURPRISE TOM??? JUST FRIENDS MY ASS

Were you really being that obvious? You quickly call your friend, looking for some advice on what to do, and she picks up right away.

“Okay you were right, they’re going absolutely insane,” you start.

“I mean what do you expect y’all almost kissed on live tv!”

“Shut up.”

“Come onnnnn Y/N, I know you like him and he obviously likes you too so just talk to him! You already know that you two would be the cutest fucking couple ever. Plus you already have the approval of twitter what more could you need?”

You laugh, but you’re still hesitant.

“I don’t know, what if he doesn’t like me back?

“HE. ALMOST. KISSED. YOU. ON. LIVE. FUCKING. TELEVISON. I THINK HE LIKES YOU BACK BITCH!”

“Okay first of all we didn’t almost kiss, and second of all I don’t want to ruin our friendship. Plus how would I even tell him?”

“Okay YES YOU DID ALMOST KISS! And this isn’t middle school! Just tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Think about what?”

You whip around and see Tom standing at your dressing room door.

“Fuck I gotta call you back,” you whisper, quickly hanging up the phone.

You turn back to Tom, still standing in the doorway.

“How much of that did you hear?” you ask, blushing profusely.

“Um, all of it I think,” Tom looks down and you immediately start to freak out.

Tom, however, looks back up at you and smirks.

“So you like me huh?”

You stay silent for a moment, a billion thoughts running through your head. You contemplate denying it and staying just friends with Tom. But then you think back to what your best friend told you just a second ago.

“Just tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah Tom. I like you. And not as a friend. This isn’t really the way I intended on telling you, and I get if you don’t feel the same way, but the way I feel about you isn’t just platonic. There’s a connection between us that I felt since the day we met and I can’t help but think that you feel it too. And then today it just got, like, ten times stronger and I-“

Tom promptly cuts you off by cupping your jaw and placing his lips on yours, sending a rush throughout your entire body. His lips feel like heaven, moving ever so gently against yours, and again, it feels like you two are the only people on Earth. The kiss is warm and loving, and although it doesn’t last long, the moment has already been engraved in your mind for eternity.

He pulls back, looking into your eyes, making sure he hasn’t made a mistake, but you only stare back at him ten times more lovingly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” he whispers.

“Me too,” you whisper back.

He takes your hands in his, “Y/N, I do feel that connection, and I want us to be more than just friends. I always have.”

As much as you are relieved that Tom feels the same way, you can’t help but worry.

“What about the distance? Are you sure we can handle that?”

“Of course we can,” Tom assures you, “I don’t care how far away we are from each other, I love you, and I’m never letting any amount of distance take that away.”

“But these past few months have been so hard without you, and we haven’t even been dating, I just- I don’t want to be apart from you anymore.”

“Then move in with me. Come to London and live with me!”

“Okay,” you grin.

“Wait, really?” Tom questions, taken aback.

“Yeah, why not? I mean, obviously we won’t be able to be together all the time because of our jobs, but it’ll be the closest thing.”

“Are you sure? That’s a big commitment to move that far.”

“I’m positive Tom. You’re my best friend, and now, I guess you’re my boyfriend,” you giggle, “I love you too, and I want to be with you, even if that means moving thousands of miles to London.”

Tom smiles, “You called me your boyfriend.”

“Shut up you dork, come here.”

You pull him in for another kiss, still feeling like you’re floating. Your lips once again move perfectly together, as if they’re made for each other. You’re completely consumed in him, and him in you, and in this moment, you know that he is the only one for you. In this moment, you know that you want to spend the rest of your life with him, and only him, and it’s the best feeling in the world.

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sassyfrassboss · 3 years

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PSA

So, I was on and off yesterday answering asks and just scrolling. Not paying too much attention to what was going on here. This morning I was catching up and I must say, I am rather flabbergasted by what happened yesterday.

I have been on Tumblr (different account) since 2017 when all of this nonsense started and I rarely see the amount of bullying that occurred from so-called Cambridge fans to other fans yesterday.

It’s amazing to me how so many are bashing on Kate and what she has/hasn't done this past year. I totally forgot that y’all are her BFF’s. I totally forgot that you talk to her every single day and know what is going on in her life.

Have any of you stopped to think of why she hasn’t been around?

A ton of Tarot readers, myself included, pulled pregnancy cards for her back in January. Anyone stopped to think that she had a miscarriage? Anyone here had one of those? Not a walk in the park, and I know from personal experience.

Have any of you had your SIL & BIL go on NATIONAL TELEVISION and tell 20+ million viewers that YOU made your SIL CRY? Because if so, I must have missed that broadcast.

Has anyone here lost a loved one? I have. It’s devastating.

Has anyone here been so freaking depressed that it is a struggle to get out of bed in the morning, let alone think about work? I have! It was a miracle I didn’t contemplate suicide because life was that bad.

No one here really knows what Kate is or isn’t doing or going through. We speculate and we enjoy what we know and love about her.

At the end of the day, Kate’s main job is to be a mother to three gorgeous children, one of whom will be King. NOTHING is harder than raising children, and I can’t image raising them while the world watches and speculates over every little thing you do or don’t do.

Perhaps instead of bashing on Kate and demanding she do more, maybe take a step back and ask yourself if maybe Kate needs some positive vibes and love going her way seeing as how she has so much hate coming from the Sussexes and their squad.

Maybe think about how your mental health would be right now if you were in Kate’s shoes.

Now I don’t care if you call yourself a “fan” or a “stan” but I do care about bloggers not bullying others.

It’s cool to disagree but what I saw was not nice.

Unfollow me or block me, I don’t care. But seriously, let’s do better!

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yandere-society · 4 years

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Scream

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: It’s been a year since your mother was slaughtered, with no leads pointing to any possible suspects. It’s been an up-hill battle for you to accept what happened— especially with no answers or closure— and the citizens of your hometown have been sleeping with one eye open ever since. But now, the mystery killer has decided to make an anniversary visit, and is making it known that they not only have a dire love for infamous horror films... but they also have their targets set on you and all of your closest friends.

Word count: 8k

Headline: Small Town Woodsbroro Is Waking Up Screaming Once Again!

Warnings: dark themes; Gore; Smut; Crackhead humor (only because I promised my bff I’d give her an honorable death scene); Foul language; Jungkook is psychotic; Graphic depictions of him killing your mom/friends; we’re also going to pretend that it’s outrageously easy to get away with murder; dont fact check me on anything you read here; rough sex; mask kink.

Admin: @tatertotthethot

Baley was high as a fucking kite.

So high, that she didn’t care about it being 1am as she blasted the Cha-Cha slide at full volume.

So high, that she was completely disregarding her lactose intolerance whilst making herself a triple layered, sharp cheddar grilled cheese that was bound to have her ass blasting right back off by 3am.

So, outrageously stoned, that she was totally unaware of the masked killer standing just outside the glass doors in her kitchen, watching her every move.. With her beat up, hogtied boyfriend laying out next to him.

“Now it’s time to fawnky! To the right now—“

She crab walked along with the instructions, spatula in hand.

“To the left!”

“Take it back now, y’all.”

Ghostface grimaced beneath his mask, eyes stalking the stoned woman with disdain. She was the epitome of “crackhead energy” and it pissed him off how much she resembles you. It only makes sense, being as you two have been best friends since kindergarten— probably soulmates in a past life— but it is within that fact that Ghostface has grown to absolutely fucking loath her.

She’s too much like you. She keeps up with your humor and probably has more of your heart than he, himself, has earned a place in yet. He knows good and well that if it ever came down to you having to pick between him and her, you’ll pick her.

That simply will not do. That’s exactly why he is about to rid you of that option— or, as he sees it, the dilemma.

He growled and swung at the air, wishing he could just bust in and end her already.

“How could you be in love with that creature?” He hissed at Taehyung, the built-in voice box beneath his mask altering it enough to remain anonymous. The question was quite hypocritical, being as he was in love with a girl that most would consider Baley’s second-half, but only you were an exception to being so.. abnormal.

“Mmmph—“ Taehyung drearily gurgled out from beneath the strip of tape over his mouth, tears breaching his eyes as he watched Baley’s precious, uncoordinated ass do the “Charlie brown”. It looked more like a fucked up gallop.

“What is the sex like, dude?” Ghostface ripped the duck tape off Taehyung’s split lips. “That’s a serious question.”

“Boo bear..” was all Taehyung could muster up, more scared for her than himself.

Ghostface gagged and slapped the tape right back on with a little too much force, having to take a second to regain his composure before pressing the call button on Taehyung’s phone. The Spotify music thankfully cut off as her phone rang out from the counter.

Baley was only upset for a split before she spotted the name on her phone screen, and was quick to answer it with a sickening amount of glee.

“Angel muffin!” She cooed. Gross

“Hi, boo bear..” Ghostface flipped his middle finger up at Taehyung before clutching his Bowie knife back down to his side.

“Oh my God, What was that? You sound like Corpse, mixed with the bear from Five Nights At Freddy’s.”

“The bears name is Freddy, dumbass.”

Baley neck rolled back in offense.

“Are you trying to get pegged or prolapsed? Might wanna remember who the fuck you’re talking to, the next time you call this cellular.” She snapped, hanging the phone up with a viscous pout. She still somehow managed to pick back up on the beat and cha-cha’d real smooth as she took the pot off the eye and turned the stove off, visibly upset.

Ghostface stood there for a moment, processing what she just said, before turning towards Taehyung.

“She claps your cheeks?”

Taehyung glared back at the screaming-ghost mask, bracing himself when a gloved hand reached out to once again rip the ductape off his lips.

“It’s not sus!” He immediately defended. “I have a gspot up there for a reason. I am not ashamed to use it.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that!” The killer snapped out. “why would you let that.. unstable individual insert something into your rectum—“

“You’ve got a whole lotta nerve calling somebody else unstable,” Taehyung deadpanned, and with that, his mouth was once again resealed shut.

He called Baley’s phone again, just as she was about to take a bite of the sandwhich that she’ll, unfortunately, never get to eat.

“What, fucker?” She scorned.

“I can see you.”

“Oh, yeah?” She sarcastically spat. “Then what am I doing?”

She clenched her buttcheeks in and hunched her back out, her body resembling a question mark, before vigorously gyrating her body- mostly just her spine. Jungkook knows from the various tiktoks you’ve shown him that he was witnessing the inverted-twerk.

“Hm? Tell me, fuckboy. What am I doing?”

”Something a fucking cockroach does after I spray Raid on it. How the fuck do you clench your buttcheeks like that?”

Baley halted in mid thrust, surprised but not exactly fearful (yet) as she whizzed around to face the sliding glass doors that led into her back yard. It was pitch black outside, and all she could see was her own reflection starring back at her. She was also too high to care about the fact that she had the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and the strings pulled all the way out, which only exposed the center of her face in a squished circle.

“I use my glutes. You know that. Why haven’t you come in?” She asked, not superstitious but a lil-stitious.

“This isn’t Taehyung.”

“Okay, Isn’t Taehyung. Why haven’t you come in?”

“Because I want you to come out here.” The killer responded, grinning at the visible unease finally creeping into the girls stance.

“Okay, babe— I hate to be a bummer here, but considering that today is the one-year anniversary of Ms. (L/N)’s murder, this isn’t very Cash Money of you. Can you please just come in and.. stop?”

He let out a chuckle, a dark one.

“Boo bear?”

“What, Isn’t Taehyung?”

“Turn on the outside lights.“

Ghostface put the speaker on the phone and sat it on the ground as he crouched over Taehyung, pulling him to sit up straight. He watched as Baley apprehensively padded over to the light switch by the door. He could practically feel her heart beating in-sync with Taehyung’s racing one as he placed the knife to his neck, smiling beneath his disguise.

The lights flickered on, and she screamed, terror finally bringing the seriousness out in the situation.

“HANG UP OR MOVE A MUSCLE AND HE DIES!” The killer roared, knowing she was still too high for her survival instincts to kick in. Any sober, sane individual would’ve probably caught on to the fact that they were gonna die no matter what she did. What was just making it easier for himself, knowing her dumbass was gonna comply.

“W-What do you want me to do?”

See?

“Be a good girl, and come here.”

“Quit trying to seduce me, you sick son of a bitch. My boyfriend’s literally right there!” She croaked out, voice shrill with exasperation.

The killer plunged the knife into Taehyung’s arm, making him jolt to life with a pain-filled howl. Baley began sobbing out, apologizing profusely.

“Your boyfriends going to get gutted like a fish if I have to repeat myself. Drop the phone and come here.” Ghostface seethed, wrenching the knife back out on the last word.

Baley reluctantly— and stupidly— did as told. She let the phone fall from her hand, then jumped out of her skin as the Bluetooth reconnected in the house and started playing WAP. She tried not to sing along despite the situation as she padded over, shaky hands rising to cover her mouth.

“N-Now what?” She asked.

“I just figured your last words should be said face-to-face. Is there anything you two would like to say to each other?” He asked, that being the only generosity he’d be willing to spare as he ripped the tape away from Tae’s mouth, one last time.

Baley dropped to her knees, so much despair in her eyes. So many things she wanted to say. She recollected herself and caught her breath in just enough time to utter final goodbye: “I-I-I said certified freak..”

Tae’s eyes closed as a single tear escaped, nodding his head in understanding. “Seven days a week...”

“GAH!” The killer roared out, wrenching Taehyung’s head back to slice his throat before shoving him away and lunging at Baley.

She landed on her back with him on top, and he wasted no time as he began slashing her apart, in any way he possibly could. He let all the pent up rage and annoyance he felt towards her, out on her body. It was worse than the brutality he inflicted on to your mother this time last year. He’d only stabbed her a total of 19 times— one for every year she failed you as a mother. With Baley, he didn’t stop tearing into her until WAP ended. And damn, did it feel good. He finally felt like he’d purged his soul clean.

This may all seem reckless, but Jungkook was actually just lucky. In order to mask his true motive behind all this, he had to find another one to cover it with. It was simply convenient that Baley’s father is the town mayor, and after a little digging, he made the grand discovery that he was also having a secret affair with (Y/N)’s mother. In fact, the mayor had several mistresses throughout the town.

Jungk—er, Ghostface.. chopped off one of Baley’s fingers and slid the glass door shut, writing the same words on it that he wrote on your mother’s bathroom mirror.

CHEATING PIG!!

Yes. When he did this last year, the police had to dissect through your mother’s long line of past sexual partners, and had to track down the father you never met for an interview. No leads came about, because it was all time wasted, anyways. Now, with this new addition, the mayor will not only have to set the scandals ablaze again by having to publicly confess his infidelity to the town and police, but they’ll have to lead on another pointless investigation for every woman he’s cheated with— over a dozen of them. They’ll have to also charge him with withholding crucial information from the investigation as well, but what’s so fucking comical about it all is that.. NONE of it has anything to do with any of this. It’ll just be another cold case with no leads.

And maybe, just MAYBE you’ll be smart enough to ditch this place and come with him. That’s all he wanted. You have nothing left and nothing to come back to now, and as long as you give in to him and leave, there won’t have to be anymore lives taken. You could start a new life and never experience another hell like the one he’s creating here. If only you’d say yes.

“May you both continue to clap each other’s cheeks in the deepest depths of hell,” he told the mauled corpses as he walked off, so happy to have Baley gone that he almost wanted to skip to his car.

Now, he will go home and clap your cheeks to complete the cycle.

—

“Damnit, bitch, pick up,” you huffed in frustration as Baley’s FaceTime continued to roll over, telling you that she’s unavailable. You thought you could power through today with your newly adapted ability to suppress shit, but it was hard when you’re left alone to reminisce. You just couldn’t shake the fact that the date on today’s calendar marked the same day that your heart, soul, and peace of mind was so horribly torn apart.

It didn’t help that you also missed your mother terribly. She wasn’t always the best, but she still loved you, and you loved her. Oh, God. Mom—

No. No. Don’t think about her.

You tried calling Baley one more time and couldn’t fight off the tremble in your hands, nor the tears at your water ducts as it rung through till the end. Damnit.

You couldn’t be angry. She doesn’t owe you the company— especially since you two have already been FaceTiming all day. But she was good at distractions, always able to drag you out of your shell of deprecation with her chaotic sense of humor. She is one of the only two people you have in your life that are capable of doing such, but you knew you’d get scolded if you blew up the others phone. Jungkook hates being hounded and rushed, having already told you that he’ll be there any minute. But he’s taking way too fucking long it seems, and you just hate sitting here, waiting.

You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. The feeling first crept up on you this time last year and never left. You felt so venerable to the cruel world when you’re alone, especially since the maniac is still out there.

You still resent the police department for practically giving up on your mother’s case after 9 months. “Cheating pig” was the only lead they got and yet, it pointed them no where. She wasn’t in a relationship. She didn’t even like relationships. And still, they deemed it a randomized attack— no leads, no motives. Nothing. Just a local woman stabbed in the chest 19 times while taking a shower. Like some Psycho remake. No signs of forced entry. No evidence of sexual assault. Just a very passionate, yet unexplainable massacre with a useless message left behind.

It doesn’t make sense. And even though you wish to never have the attacker come back, you can feel it in your bones that they will wish to clarify it one day.

“Fuck it.” You breathed out, heart slamming against your chest and paranoia gnawing at your insides as you quickly scrolled to Jungkook contact. But then, just as your thumb twitched to press the call button, your door bell rung and you sprung up to your feet, making a mad dash to the door. You checked the peep hole first, just knowing it was gonna be him, but was disappointed when it wasn’t. That still didn’t keep a rush of relief from washing over you when you did see who it really was, though. You forced a welcoming smile on to your face as you unlocked all 7 bolts from the door, and opened it to greet Namjoon and Hobi with a hug.

They were cops, currently in their uniforms, also old friends from highschool. They’ve been looking out for you ever since last year, always making sure you knew you were safe beneath their watch. They use to take turns guarding your house until they were told to stop, but you were extremely happy to see them both here at the same time tonight.

“Everything okay?” Hobi asked, having noticed the shake in your limbs during the brief embrace. He leaned back and observed the tension in your eyes, even though you were hoping to hide it.

“Yes, just— today,” was all you could say, and didn’t have to clarify for them to understand.

“That’s why we’re here. We got permission to guard your house tonight,” Namjoon explained, eyes drifting over your shoulder and into your house. “Are you alone?”

“Yes, but Jungkook should be here any minute now. He had to go to South Korea for a week for his fathers birthday and just flew back in tonight, but apparently there’s been some huge wreck on the main highway and everyone has been stuck.”

That bit of information was actually true. However, Jungkook was lucky enough to have just miss it.. because he’s the one that actually caused it. It was honestly dumb-luck as to how he did it, but kind of amazing when given details.

He was in the express lane, him and the car behind him hitting 80mph. He recognized the car as the one that was parked beside his back at the airport, because he had stopped and took a moment to judge the driver for how worn down and raggedy the tires were. One bad pot hole or nail in the road would strip that sucker straight from the rim.

And that’s exactly what inspired him as he recognized the car, an idea sparking that could soon serve as an alibi in the future. He already had a hand out the window, smoking a cigarette. He still has those iron steak-nails he used at his construction sight. They’re 5 inches in length, subtle enough to casually drop out of a car window along with the cigarette. If they hit just right...

He gave it a try, honestly thinking it wasn’t going to work.

But holy fucking hell, did it. Not even a second after he dropped it, did the car suddenly swerve out as it’s tires screeched and sparks flew. Rubber scattered out amongst the road as the car continued to spin out, getting struck by a the car in all 6 lanes of traffic, ultimately causing a huge pile up in just under 10 seconds. It was the most destruction he’s ever witnessed and it happened so fucking fast he almost ran himself off the road just watching from the rear view mirror.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jungkook had squawked out as his head rapidly whipped back and forth to witness the massive mess he just created behind him. He was smiling like the maniac he is, undoubtably impressed with himself. He did it so lazily, too. But it only pumped him up even more for what he needed to do- the whole reason he even thought to do that. He only wanted something major enough to buy himself maybe an hour’s worth of time, so that when/if he gets interrogated in the future, they can check the traffic reports for a registered wreck to fit his alibi. But considering that he just shut the whole damn highway down, it’ll not only register but definitely make tonight’s news.

“Ah, yeah. We heard about that. 36 cars piled up. Can’t believe nobody was killed.” Namjoon said.

“How the fuck did that even happen?” You wondered, baffled.

“Some dickhead was going 80 an hour on an old tire and it wiped out after hitting a nail on the road. Thankfully, he only has a broken nose and whip flash, but with all the cars that got totaled— I don’t even want to know how much the cost of damage would be. But it caused 5 miles worth of traffic back-up.”

“Mm..” you grimaced, shaking your head. “Well.. would you guys like some dinner? Maybe some Coffee?”

“Ah, thanks, but there’s no need. We’ve got all the energy drinks and McDonald’s we need. You just chill out for the night, we’re right out here if you need anything,” Hobi assured, making you genuinely smile for the first time in the past two days.

But that was just before a familiar car pulled up that had your mood skyrocketing.

“FINALLY!” You broke out, sprinting down the steps and over the driver side of it right as the man of the hour stepped out. He welcomed you with open arms and easily lifted your feet up of the ground.

He looked just as good as he smelt. You’ve missed him more than words could describe in this past week— and Jungkook knew it. Of course, he had offered to take you with him so that you could finally meet his parents. But as predicted, you declined, saying that it’d be too much to meet his mother when the anniversary of your own’s death was approaching.

You continued to squeeze your arms around his neck for the next several seconds, and it wasn’t until he heard you sniffling and felt your shoulders shake that he realized you were crying. He couldn’t help but like that type of reaction. He was hoping the distance would torment you, maybe teach your ass a lesson.

“Don’t cry,” he rumbled in your ear as he pressed you hard against his lower half, making sure to up the intimacy of the embrace as he felt the eyes of the onlookers in the yard.

He waited for a second before peering over at the officers, who were awkwardly standing beside their cars. He gave a wave, pretending as if he were sheepish about them having to witness this.

“How’s it goin, guys?”

“Fine, fine,” Hobi responded. “Don’t mind us. We’re just here to watch out for you guys.”

“I appreciate that. Really.” He said in his best acting voice, even flashing a dimpled grin that gave off nothing but innocence as the two got into a patrol car, nodding to him in welcome. It actually makes things more convenient for him. They’ll be able to backup his whereabouts later on.

He pondered this while returning his attention to you, coaxing you out of your emotional outburst.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been so hard not having you here. Fuck, I’m so glad you’re back.” You breathed in and sighed out, and he could tell by the end of the last sentence that you were more-so talking to yourself, clinging to him one last time just to greedily soak in the physical presence of his body. He felt something ache in his heart, as well as his jeans.

“Well, I’m here now. Maybe next time, you’ll just go with me,” he lightly chided, hand coming up to pet your head as he kissed the top of it.

“Yeah.. I started regretting it after the first hour you left.” You whispered out, meeting his lips. You kissed each other a couple times, probably more than necessary. But it calmed you down and made you feel steady again. “Come on, I made you something to eat.”

He got his duffel bag out from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder before taking your hand, following you inside. It boosted his ego knowing that the two men watching from the tinted windows of the car were secretly jealous of him. They had a thing for you. Almost every straight guy in highschool did. That’s why he never minded what you wore, and was more than happy to let you flaunt yourself to their eyes. He liked teasing others, knowing they’ll never have such a prize as you.

Once inside, you were quick to relock your bolts. You were very strict about that now, taking extra precautions to prevent a potential attack. It kind of humored him knowing that it was him, a resident inside this very home itself, that those locks were meant to keep out. You’re literally locking yourself in with the killer.

“Damn, you cleaned the hell out of this place.” He ogled, not only taking in the immaculacy but smelling the pinesol and bleach amongst the floors and counter tops. All the laundry was folded, not a speck of dust in sight. You even cleaned the grout amongst the kitchen flooring, it seemed. Nothing looked out of place.

“I had to do something to keep from wigging out,” you shrugged, walking over to start the microwave for him to heat up his dinner plate. He left his duffel bag by the door and grabbed himself a beer before sitting at the table, noticing it’s prestigious shine.

“Did you polish it?”

“Yeah...” you said as you scratched the back of your neck, somehow embarrassed.

“It’s looks amazing in here, kitten. Really. I know you did it to cope but still, you did a damn good job.” He praised, feeling a little bad. He knows this took a lot of work, and it sucks that you opted to do all this just to keep the anxiety of his absence away.

“Thank you,” you sighed, taking his plate out and sitting in down in front him, then handing him some utensils.

“Where’s your plate?”

“I already ate, silly. I’ll munch with you, though.” You began making yourself a salad as he began to eat, complimenting you on how good it was. He doesn’t know that you’ve been awake for two days straight, and that you’re still battling off an anxiety attack. You were expecting it to vanish now that he’s here, but the sleep deprivation was getting to you.

So, you decided to reminisce on better memories. The old days; back when you first met him.

It was senior year of highschool, and he was the new transfer student from South Korea. He was the punk-emo guy that stood out amongst the crowd. All black clothing, more band shirts than anything. He had that messy mop-hair going on, and approximately 6 piercings on each ear, along with a studded labret to boot.

From day one, he was the most attractive guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. Much to his exterior trope, he was anti-social and didn’t seem friendly at all. The only time you personally heard him speak for the first few months of school was when he’d answer the teacher for roll call.

You only had one class together, chemistry. He’d always sit at the back of the classroom, and you’d remember the giddiness you’d feel just before walking into class and making eye contact with him, even for just a split second. You heart always skipped a beat and would threaten to seize up whenever Baley would lean over and tell you that he was looking at you again. Of course, that would be all the interaction you could get, being as you refused to engage any further. But life seemed to play out like a Wattpad fic back then.

Around the middle of first semester, your teacher was fed up with all the chatter amongst friends, so she decided to assign seats. Jungkook’s was still at his designated one, but you had to sit directly in front of him so that Taehyung could sit closer up, next to Baley. It’s also thanks to that class that the two of them fell for each other. It was also the same day she issued a partner-assignment that had to be done with the peer behind you.

You remembered having to play it cool, turning your desk and chair around to face him head-on for the first time ever. You anticipated that he’d still be sporting that ice-cold, disinterested glare, but he actually seemed pleased. He wasn’t actually smiling but he had a friendly glint in his eyes, like he welcomed you.

“Hello,” he started off, naturally confident in himself.

“Howdy,” you responded, immediately hating yourself. You’ve never uttered such a word in your life and you don’t know why the fuck you decided that that was the perfect moment to try it out.

He only snorted back at you, though, amusement swirling in his colorless eyes. You were intimidated by that as well. They were jett black. No distinction between his pupils and his irises. Just solid, black orbs boring into you.

You then continued to battle with basic communication.

“So, uhm.. wh—..”

English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?!

“What parts do you wanna do?” You rushed out.

“I’ll get the information together and answer the questions, as long as you create the PowerPoint and present it to the class,” he said without missing a beat, as if he’d already decided on that for the both of you.

“What criteria, though?” You asked, still waiting on that part.

“All of it...” He reiterated in a “duh” tone.

“That’s not fair to you, though...” you continued.

He arched an impressively sharp brow. “How?”

“You’re literally doing all the hard work.”

He shrugged, and you tried not to drool when you saw all his rings and the veins on his hands and fingers as he took his phone out. “I learned this shit back when I was freshman in South Korea. We’re way ahead of y’all there.”

“Oh.. well.. I can at least do the images and label them.”

Stop starring at his fingers.

“Mm,” he hummed with a lack of conviction, still looking at his phone. “No offense, but no.”

“Uhm.. okay..” you frowned in dejection, not sure how to respond to that.

“I said no offense,” he grinned up at you apologetically. “I just know you’re bad with visualizations.”

“What? I have an A in here. How do you even know that?”

“The teacher got onto you for messing up the labels on the last test. You got all the functions right but failed to match them to their description.” He said without any hesitation, and you were just as stunned as you were embarrassed. But he didn’t seem to be insulting you, and even reassured you of it. “Again, no offense. I just think it’s best for the both of us if I do it.”

“Okay. Cool,” You agreed, deciding to let him have it. Your face still burned, though.

“You still have an important role, don’t worry. Presentation is worth 40%, so you’re still gonna have to put in work and present it accordingly.”

“I can do that.” You nodded, suddenly feeling like you were sitting before a full grown man rather than a teenage boy. You couldn’t help but ask: “How old are you?”

“19,” he mused, as if he knew what you were thinking. He didn’t even ask you why you asked, and instead returned his attention back to his phone screen. “You?”

“18,” you muttered, your eyes reconnecting to his hands like magnets.

You really wanted to compliment them but decided against it, being as you were no longer as confident with this situation. Sure, he deserves to know how beautiful his hands are but you’re weren’t going to be the one to say it. You were expecting a cheeky personality at most, just because it fits the mischievous bad boy bullshit you read about in teen fiction, but you were instead met with a blunt and mature persona that made you intimidated in a way that you’ve never experienced before. He almost seemed.. authoritative to you.

“I see you like my rings.” He smirked, eyes not even looking back up at you. You had spaced out whilst tracing the path of his veins again, and immediately cut your eyes down to your own phone, feigning innocence.

“Whatchu mean?”

“Everyone like my hands, for some reason. I see you’re no different.”

“I ain’t even looking at your hands. Maybe you’re just too conceded,” you shot back, leg nervously pouncing as he lifted his head up to peer at you.

“Really?” He sarcastically challenged, making your insides stir. He sat up straight and pulled his hands back under his desk. “So the gold rings didn’t even catch your eye?”

“Your rings are silver.” You said without even thinking, then straight up face-palmed when you caught yourself.

“Thought so.” He openly grinned, and the little notion caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. He pulled his phone back out and still wore that playful grin of his as you bashfully held his gaze. “Now, if you think you can manage to tell the truth, what’s your phone number?”

It’s amazing looking back at those memories, because you’re now starting to think that maybe Jungkook just knew back then that you two were going to hit it off. He’s always seemed so sure of himself when it came to you, always knew what the next move was gonna be and never once sent mixed signals or struggled to express how he felt towards you. He’s the most straightforward person you know, so much that it’s almost unnatural at times. If he was ever bluffing about anything outside of being playful, you’ve never been able to call it.

But damn, are you madly in love with him. You guess his ability to always remain focused and blunt is perfect for a person like you. He keeps you moving... well, for the most part. He wants you to move back to South Korea with him, and although you know you’ll eventually give in, you’ve been trying to hold off on it for as long as you can.

It won’t be as easy for you as it was for him. Jungkook was already fluent in English when he came here, thanks to his mother’s bilingualism. He hardly even had an accent from how well adjusted he was to your language. You, however, don’t know a bit of Korean. For you to go there, it would impair you in almost every single way. You won’t be able to go anywhere without him. You won’t be able to read directions or road signs. You won’t be able to go out and eat or order off the menu if there isn’t any pictures. You won’t be able to work. You’ll have to adapt to a whole new culture and way of communication, just to properly function outside of your home without him at your side.

Which, brings along another point, you’ll be without any friends. You don’t want to live in a world where you can’t go out with Taehyung and Baley whenever you wanted. You’ll be lonely as hell and home sick, he’ll be your only source of humanly contact until you learn.

You’ve told yourself that if the two of you remain stable for one more year, then you’ll go. You are ready for a change, but if you could just get one more year of preparation, you’ll be ready to go. You’ll take that leap of faith with him.

“What is it, kitten?” He finally asked, the prolonged silence getting to him.

“Nothing,” you lied, but didn’t want to divulge. “How was your trip?”

“Nice, but I was bummed out the whole time.” He shot you a look that made you pout in apology, but continued. “I talked all about you to them, showed them pictures. Almost fucked up and showed my cousin your vagina.”

You choked on your salad, which made him laugh. “I told you to put those in your hidden folder.”

“There’s so many, I just haven’t taken the time to pick them all out. It’s okay though, they only saw your face. They all think very beautiful— especially my mom.”

Your smile grew at that, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. So does my grandmother and my aunts. They were passing my phone around more than the dishes.” He snorted to himself, “They were even more surprised to see how much I smiled in our selfies. Which... I should warn you, when you do finally see my parents house, don’t be surprised when you spot our photo booth pictures framed in the hall. My mom went feral when she saw how much of a simp I was being in those.”

“She printed those out?!” You almost cried.

“Yes, she did. She printed each one individually and framed them side-by-side.”

“Aw, Kookie. I should’ve just went. I’m so sorry.” You pouted, guilt causing your heart to sink.

“You weren’t ready, angel. They understood,” He assured you, leaning forward to take your hand in his. You suddenly wanted to cry again.

“But I promise to go next time. Or whenever you wanna take me. I swear, I’ll go.” You said in determination, and was a little thrown off by his reaction.

His face went blank for a moment c like his brain needed a second to buffer.

“You will?” He inquired, that being the first time you’ve actually agreed or expressed any type of want. “Why now?”

“Because it sounds like they really want to meet me, too? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. That’s great. I just figured you wouldn’t be moved by that. You really wanna go now?”

“Yeah. Your family sounds so nice.”

“Was that what kept you from coming?” He interrogated, and it’s clear that he genuinely had no faith in you ever entertaining the idea.. which was a little disheartening. You’ve never said you’d never want to go, you’ve always kept a window open for later. You not sure why he’s so surprised.

“No, not necessarily. I wasn’t ready to meet them but if they’re that excited to meet me, then.. of course it’ll make me want to meet them, too. And get a little taste of South Korea.”

“Alright, I’ll plan a trip,” he had to say with forced enthusiasm, which you bought as you kissed his lips. Inwardly, though, he was screaming. If all it fucking took was a little conviction by saying his family was nice, just to make you consider.. them maybe he wouldn’t have had to do what he just did.

Whatever. Extra insurance. He had to tell himself, and decided to retrain his thoughts back on you as he remembered something.

“I have a special surprise for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he stood up and walked over to his duffel, fishing around before pulling something out. “Close your eyes.”

You did as told, and waited about 10 seconds.

“Open.”

You almost shit yourself upon hearing the voice, then came closer to shitting yourself when you took in the familiar Ghostface mask that you seen in the movie Scream.

“WHUZZZUUHHH!” He drawled out while doing the cowabunga fingers, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“Halloween store. I got it in Korea.”

That was a lie. He’s had two of these masks for over two years, both of which he got from Party City here in America. He bought one to kill your mother in— the same one he just wore to kill your friends in— and the other one was meant for what he wanted to do now. He wanted to fuck you with it on. He’s not sure why, but why not? You might discover you have a mask kink.

“What the fuck is up with the voice?”

“Sexy, ain’t it?” He animatronically purred out, and it wasn’t until he fully stepped forward and began undoing his belt that you realized he was already shirtless.

Your eyes grew wide as you landed back in your chair, unable to decipher if this was a joke or not. You soon realized it wasn’t as he was now popping his button loose and unzipping his pants— his hardening dick print becoming more prominent.

“You’re not fucking me with that mask on,” you blurted out, sticking your foot out to stop him from advancing any closer.

“I’m fucking you with this mask on,” he argued, grabbing your ankle. “Consider it pay back for the time you refused to give me head unless I let you wear your Burger King crown.”

“No, Darth Vader.” You tried pulling your leg back but soon wound up almost getting drug out of your chair and onto the floor. Your unease soon turned into giggles and screams as wound up besting your play fight, his mask only coming off long enough to go down on you at the kitchen table.

And that’s what set the night off. You went from getting your pussy eaten at the dinner table to getting your throat wrecked on the living room couch. Then you were forced to watch yourself get rammed up against your body mirror in the bedroom, and now you’re bent up like a pretzel amongst your bed.

“Ah— GAH!” You grunted in struggle, finding it hard to cuss like you wanted being as a hand was firmly constricting your air supply. You watched the masked man above you as he heatedly fucked into you, his chain dangling above your face. Your ankles helplessly swayed around his shoulders with each brutal slap of his pelvis. Your face still stung from the actual slaps of his palms, causing you to flinch any time his hands moved. You noticed done time throughout all this that he was hellbent on making you look at that damn mask. You weren’t complaining, though. Just more-so concerned about how hot it must be under there.

But then he slowed down for a moment, trying not to cum again as he lowered his face to yours, and finally decided it was time it come off, being as you were ready for a kiss.

“T-Take that damn mask off—“

Wrong move.

He growled and ripped your hand away as you tried removing it yourself, and you were stunned by how much aggressive he became— more aggressive than he was already being, as if truly lashing out. He man-handled you, flipping you over and plunging back into you with way too much force. You yelped at the intrusion but could do nothing else as he pinned your hands behind your back, picking his speed right back up. He kept your hands locked in place with a single one of his own before clapping the other around your mouth, darkly chuckling at the fright on your face.

“I meant it when I said it’s staying on,” he rasped, pushing into you so deep that veins protruded from your neck in strain.

He couldn’t explain it— or maybe he could. But he felt extremely powerful when he wore this mask. It took him all of two rounds to finally admit to himself that it turned him on, knowing you were getting off to the very same face that your loved ones last looked at in sheer terror. He didn’t realize up until then that he somehow considered Ghostface as a different alternative to himself, one he was growing to like a little too much. It even made his dick more sensitive to the feel of you, making you seem tighter. And warmer. And sluttier.

He’s sure he began speaking Latin somewhere in the midst, but it wasn’t until he saw tears surfacing in your eyes that it dawned on him that his hand had somehow traveled up to cover your nose, as well as your mouth. A moment of panic shot through him when he dropped it and allowed you to breathe, thinking you were gonna make him stop. But much to his pleasant surprise, you only coughed out and mewled, head collapsing on the pillow as you pushed against him, a silent demand keep going. So he did. He made sure to keep the punishing pace up and running. Your body violently jolted with each slam, ass bone aching at the brutal impact. Each thrust was felt like a punch to your cervix and someway or another, you were okay with it.

Little did he know, it was actually because you didn’t want any type of deja vu happening. He fucked you in all the ways you liked the night before you found out that your mother was slaughtered inside your childhood home. You didn’t want tonight to be anything like it. So you let him hurt you.

If only you knew history was going to repeat itself, no matter what the two of you did.

It didn’t take but a few more strokes before he lost his ability to hold off, and emptied himself inside for the third time since he’s arrived back.

Once he did that, the blinds were illuminated in a dim grey, hinting at a sunrise. After a quick shower and clean up, the two of laid there, the mask finally gone.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Jungkook wondered, starring up at the ceiling. You haven’t said much of anything since that last bit. “Did I hurt you? Scare you?”

“No. I could take it.” You said, and it sounded genuine. But he still wanted to know what was on your mind. “I just don’t know what the hell I would do if I didn’t have you. You’re the only person I know that’s never even accidentally done wrong by me. You’ve been nothing but good.”

A void clouded his mind, emotional absence taking place of everything else. It’s a defense mechanism that he’s certain only comes up to block out any sense of guilt or remorse. He kept his gaze up at the ceiling, even as he felt you crane your neck back to look up at him.

“I love you, Kookie. Thank you for being here.”

“I love you too, baby,” he said numbly, those words being true... but his next words were not. “I could never imagine myself doing anything to hurt you.”

Being as he wasn’t planning on looking down, you crawled up for a moment just to kiss him, unbothered by the distant stare in his gaze. You then laid back down and got comfortable, readying yourself for a good days sleep.

“I think it’s finally time I start seeking happiness again, instead of contentment.”

That’s when it hit him. You didn’t notice how his heart cleaned beneath your head, nor was there any way you could feel the tension in his gut. He can’t say he feels full remorseful for what he did, because that would require him sympathizing for the innocent lives he’s taken away, with no rational reason. He simply didn’t feel anything for them. He was only concerned your pain, especially knowing it was unnecessary now. His trip to Korea was enough to motivate you to move on and consider a change of scenery. You didn’t need any fear to drive you out, you just needed time. God only knows how far of a set back this will be now. The fact that you’re laying here, currently thinking that life will only go up from here, when he knows damn good and well it’ll be in shambles again before the day ends..

He really needs to work on his impulses. Maybe homocide shouldn’t always be the first option he leans towards. It was just more fun that way.

But moments like this weren’t fun at all. He remembers how grueling it was last year, waking up with you at the sound of the doorbell going off. He remembers the grim look on the sheriffs face as he told them that they found your mother, dead. It was his arms that had to pick you up off the floor as you crumbled down and screamed, his ears that rung as he held you, not knowing how to console you. For the last year, it’s been his shoulder you’ve cried on, his company keeping you sane, his reassurance telling you that everything was going to be okay.... When it was his hands that caused every single bit of grieve all along.. and was about to cause even more.

So, he did the only thing he could do in that moment. He held you and mentally apologized, hoping that there was some way to telepathically tell you that you mean more to him than life itself, and that’s he’s so sorry for letting it drive him crazy at times. He’s still clinging to the original intention that you’ll say fuck it and flee with him, but he regrets going about it so recklessly.

You were fast asleep now, snoring even. He only hoped the discovery of the bodies would hold off long enough for you to get some much needed sleep. But it seems the universe was done working in his favor.

Those same, familiar knocks sounded off at the door, and he immediately ordered you to stay put as it woke you up.

“Probably just them checking up. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, assertively pushing your head back down and pulling on some sweats before going to the door.

It was the sheriff, same look on his face as last year.

“Sir?” Jungkook frowned, posing cluelessly.

The sheriff looked ghostly pale, like he was nauseated and on the verge of tears. Jungkook knew why but he had to act like it was a throw off.

“Sir..?” He repeated.

“Y’all’s friends.. Baley and Taehyung were found this morning.”

He had to stall and blink, as if he wasn’t catching on to the implications. The sheriff reluctantly continued.

“Baley was found, dead on arrival. Looks like the killer has returned.”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook stuttered, acting like he was bewildered. The sheriff’s next words, however, would spark a more genuine reaction.

“And Taehyung was found unconscious, but still alive.”

Jungkook’s veins ran colder than ever before, all mimicked emotions becoming sincere in that moment.

“Someone attempted to cut his throat, but aimed too high and cut his under jaw instead.”

Jungkook could only stare at the sheriff, probably just as pale in the face now.

“He’s in critical condition. Doctors don’t know if he’ll make it just yet, but there’s a fighting chance that he might.”

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