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#everything im doing is just things that i figured out myself either by accident or thru observing other artists/observing real life

dandyshucks · 4 months

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im gonna critique my own art real quick bc this is bugging me, I DONT KNOW WHAT I DID ??

COMPARING THESE. at first i was like wrow the face looks so great. and then i did the arm (i genuinely dont know how i coloured the arm FSDJKL i remember putting down the base colour for it but i do not remember doing anything other than that and the final touches of the arm hair HELP ???) and suddenly the face looked flat and kind of like... well, the colours look murky and muted in comparison i think. like the colouring looks kind of bad on the face now.

the arm colouring is just so much richer and lively, and i TRIED to fix the face but fdjskl everything i was doing was just making it worse so i had to give up and just call it quits BUT ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY

the arm colouring is just so much better than the face and it's making me GRGRHRHH i wish i could figure out what i did bc im pretty sure i was using the same palette as the face?? so maybe I just coloured it in with a different technique?

MAYBE the underpainting had smth to do with it actually, bc i originally had the sleeve base colour there (a very dark purple) but then decided to do his short sleeved hoodie so i went over that with the arm base and i had colour mixing set to 100 the entire time i worked on this bc im a fiend fdsjkl

also something sort of funny is that I used the same palette for both skin tones (like I used all the colours of the palette for both of them, just in differing ways), I think I have somehow accidentally achieved a pretty good skin tone palette even though like four of the colours I had added to my palette for reasons that have nothing to do with colouring in skin (i.e. for linework or as a background flat colour for sketching)

here i arranged them all nice bc i realized i'd been using all of these for skin tones

(i'm going to keep working on the palette though because I think there are definitely things missing and things that could be changed! but tbh i rarely even use the palette feature, this was just kind of a happy accident when i noticed "oh i have some colours up there from previous things that i could use for this maybe")

#once again i'd like to say i have no idea what im doing and i have literally zero formal training/teaching/etc HFDSJKL #everything im doing is just things that i figured out myself either by accident or thru observing other artists/observing real life #or sometimes thru seeing a written/drawn tutorial somewhere by another artist fdsjkl #so if i say shit that makes no sense then ... well u know why now HFDJKFL i never know what im talking about LMAO #but yeah this is bugging me fdsjkl its my biggest frustration with that piece RRGHGHH i wish i'd been able to fix it but i just could not #maybe one day i'll return to it and try fixing it again dsjfkl #dandy.cmd

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hollis-art · 1 year

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Your taste in fics seems amazing. For the life of me I can't find any star trek fanfictions. Care to share some of your favorites? I would love to hear it :3

heck yeah! sure!

I always save the ones I really like right after I read them, but I can't seem to find the DaForge one I was talking about.

The descriptions I will put after the recs are how I described them to remind myself what they were about (I don't think they help though, because I can't remember them that well,,,) Either way, I'm sure the actual description of the fics are better than the ones I put !!

Data/Geordi:

Flowers- by astraa (hauntedpunk) General data is trying to understand his emotions, he grows flowers and he talks to spot

no emotion that's worth having- orcamermaid Teen and Up data is trying to understand his emotions and how love works. geordi is helping (REALLY CUTE)

every dream i have is sweeter- orcamermaid General, Community (TV) crossover TROY AND ABED GEORDI AND DATA AU???? WHAT! ITS SO CUTE SO GOOD HKJDSAHGDSKJGHDSKJ THEMMMMM

Expectation- justabrain General geordi and data's relationship seen by outsiders, very cute, wedding at the end

all the everything that ever was- squilf Teen and Up picard and Q are soulmates, riker was told not to tell anyone about it (he failed) data and la forge are soulmates too !!! in the background but its still there

Garak/Bashir:

pouring just a hint- susiecarter Teen and Up garak always drinks from bashir's cup before giving it to him, and bashir assumed it was just a quirk of his, but it is actually a cardassian sign of love and trust :)

The 50/50 Consensus- TheoMiller General julian notices that garak is lonlier and stuff is too bright for him so that all gets changed :)

Designs and Alterations- AuroraNova, ConceptaDecency Teen and Up garak has been giving julian coupons, it took a while for him to realize that no one else has been getting them

Balloon Buddies- almaasi General garak and bashir get turned into animals, very silly

The Cupid Computer- almaasi Teen and Up bashir is feeling lonely, so he took a quiz that takes up personal information to show you who your best match/soulmate is

Tell Me You Love Me (Or Tell Me a Lie)- almaasi Teen and Up garak gets a message that he's due to be sent home, (to die, literally or symolically) so he tells jullian his deepest secrets as tradition

Quark/Odo:

your accent mixing with mine- spacebubble Teen and Up the universal language translator is down, odo realizes that quark has his accent when pronouncing words. they kiss

More Forsaken Than Usual- NervousAsexual General instead of being stuck in the elevator with lwaxana troi, odo is stuck with quark

Breathe- Paratale General odo is upset, quark helps him learn how to cry

play it again- nepetrel Teen and Up ((this one is better without knowing the twist, but this involves time travel and kissing :) ))

Conflicts with Interest- katiemariie Teen and Up quark and odo bicker. they're in an established relationship, im putting this here because i really like the fluidity they gave to odo

put down your sword and crown- spacebubble Teen and Up quark is drunk so odo tries to figure out why

Spock/Kirk:

Ten Things I (Love) About You- ItinerantAvthor General this is based on a merther fic of the same premise. spock accidently finds a list that kirk made about him, but there is a space torn out of the top. "10 things i ___e about spock". spock thinks that the logical conclusion is that the word is 'hate'. he proceeds to try his best to not do any of the things listed :) this is the fic that got me into star trek, actually

The prominence of a simple word- Exploding_Space General kirk just keeps calling spock 'sweetheart'

Science Blues- museaway Teen and Up mccoy and spock body swap on accident. they don't tell kirk.

Textual Beginnings- iknewaman Teen and Up wrong number fic!!! Academy era!! kirk finds spock's number on the bathroom wall and decides to text it, its really cute

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves- Se7en_devils Teen and Up spock goes to a cafe that kirk works at, kirk keeps flirting with him and using words of different dialects to do it because he learned that spock is a language professor. very adorable

Letters From Across the Universe- Starlighter_Varda General spock and kirk are pen pals from across the universe. temporary character death (sorta) cried over this, very good. there's a cat named leonard, love him

Something Smart to Do- kianspo Mature (i don't remember what's mature about it. i don't think it was anything bad, if it was, i wouldn't have saved it, or i would've made a note of it) all of the times kirk and spock are 'married' for a mission. very adorable

Miscommunication- sinestrated Teen and Up kirk gets his brain all goofed up, making him call people by whatever nickname he thinks of them by. he tries to avoid spock, knowing full well the word was going to be something sweet (it was)

Pirates, Spies, and Bedtime Stories- lallyloo General spock and kirk get into a transporter accident that turns them 5 years old. mccoy takes care of them

ok i think that's all of the ones I have written down!! (for now) i hope this helps!! :) they're all ship fics because i honestly find star trek kind of boring if you don't watch it for them,,,

#fic recs #star trek fic recs #star trek #reading list #most of these are the most popular fics of that ship- but now they're approved by me which makes them autmatically better #/j

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pretentiousactress · 6 days

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fallout 1 rant

god i hate trying to find content of other people also struggling with fallout 1 but all you can see in comments is just people shitting on the person struggling bc "lol skill issue you're supposed to find this thing in x y and z how do you not know" when A-there is a ONE HUNDRED PAGE MANUAL to the game that's just... a literal walkthrough in place of a proper in game tutorial. but this manual is stylized in it's writing, is a pain to realize exists (i only discovered it on accident bc i was in the game files trying to fix a bug), isn't scanned properly (several pages are the wrong orientation or just off), and long as hell. If you had the physical copy back in the day, it made sense, it was something to read and skim while on the ride home from the store and the game downloaded. B-the game is buggy as hell. Some quests or obvious dialogue are broken bc of bugs C-piss poor in-game direction for the player. you NEED to have read the manual to get the most out of the game, or even play. i feel like the game relies on that so much to do it's heavy lifting the game itself suffers for it, in a way.

I'm really struggling with quests bc the quest tracker is shit. Local area maps gives you no info other than like.... a vague floor plan. The game wants you to barter with some random NPCs that aren't merchants at times just bc they want you to encounter the function.... but barter is slapped onto everyone, even when they have nothing. Choose the wrong stats or anything in the beginning? you're shit out of luck make someone new. Exploring a dungeon is exhausting bc lootable objects blend into the background.

Some stuff i've only discovered by chance, either in game or someone mentioning it in passing, or watching a streamer play the game and see him interact with stuff. You literally cannot play this game without some sort of outside help LMAO. if you could, congrats!

i've finally found a proper walkthrough i think that will finally help me. It tells info straight forward. My first time playing i couldn't even leave the vault without dying bc of bad resources bc of my bad build. I personally HATE builds and crafting one, so since then i've just tried only following examples. I think i eventually got out before but then I also couldn't figure out how to enter a location bc NOTHING WOULD SAY just click the lil green triangle in the game when you enter the green bubble (and even later when i tried looking up help). I've gotten the farthest i've ever gotten recently, after finally figuring out how to enter locations but god my own brain suffers from its own pitfalls. Took me forever to figure out how to even enter vault 15. reading dialogue HURTS bc my eyes strain against the saturated green text on dark green for so long. thats not just a this game issue tho it's also a problem for me in modern fallout games if the text is too saturated i will not read terminals and i try to spend the least amount seeing it. Also not a fan of the fat jokes against one npc but it's a product of its time and just another me problem.

sucks hard bc i really want to like the game but with everything compounded makes it such a boring slog other than like... the few easter eggs and fun encounters i came across traveling between towns. I'll probably end up relying on watching Jabo's playthrough of it but im gonna give it one last go. properly adjusted setting from the start and properly following a walkthrough. not gonna patch the game with a fan patch just bc i dont care about it enough to put in the effort LMAO

hopefully i can eventually enjoy the game properly myself this way on my final attempt. I wanna like the game and have fun so bad but i might just have to accept it's not for me.

jesus im glad i never actually streamed playing this game bc i would have just felt so insecure with all my struggling and it doesn't help just how *mean* fans of old fallout are. Not all of them, but it's sad how it seems like the nice ones are the minority.

i just hate struggling in games if i'm the only one playing. I'm happy to struggle with others in a multiplayer. struggling on my own is what i already do irl im not dealing with that shit in a game that's helping me escape lmao

as shitty as bethesda games can be, they worked several miracles getting fallout into a format that's just far more accessible, easier to get started and understand, and still make sense. Bethesda know best how to make a genre of a game just... more casual and easier to digest. Not everyone's cup of tea, sure, esp depending on the genre (not a lot of people like starfield but i love it. a lot of people love most space games and i hate them LMAO). New Vegas, everyone's beloved, i don't think would have been loved by so many if it wasn't bethesda general easy to consume format with og fallout creators (tho maybe just fallout 2). best of both worlds.

if bethesda didn't snatch up the IP, fallout would have died in the 90s LMAO. but sadly, i just think a lot of people would have preferred that. it is what it is. people be wildin.

#rant #vent #don't mind me just ranting

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creelteeth · 2 years

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damn it, i'm so sad there won't be a sequel 🥺 but as a former fic writer i totally understand. we love to write, it's a hobby, but it's also really important when people like and interact with your fics, that's what motivates us.

if you ever feel like writing bfb!steve again, like the unofficial part or some blurbs, there's two parts in chaperone that really peaked my attention and i'd love to read about (along with the whole plot, smut and the relationship they hide from his sister, obv).

the fact that the main character was leaving hawkins for school but didn't tell anyone

our boy would be so upset, he was really enamored with the mc and they just had their first real night together. would she try to end everything to avoid both being hurt by a long distance relationship or maybe he would be the one ending things and leave her heartbroken. or i don't know, something else

that part where his sister mentioned he has a box full of porn magazines bookmarked AND pictures of the main character in the same box

i wonder if the pages he marked had pictures of girls that looked like her, imagine if it did and one day they went through his collection together…. and also how did steve got pictures from her? and how did his sister didn't enquired him about it (and freaked out) whenever she found out?

putting those two topics together we can go to that part where he mentions putting his old polaroid camera to work, like, omfg, steve doing a hot photoshoot of her so he could keep personal pics when she goes off to college 🛐

baby, i'm going to put myself to sleep today creating fake scenarios about bfb!steve lol

sorry for bothering you with it by the way, just know that i'll keep up with your account cause i really liked your writing 💗 i'm looking forward to read those requests you mentioned you're working on

i hateeee that it put a damper in my mood about it cause i had at least two more parts id planned to do but ! oh well , maybe it’ll come back to me at some point. tbh all writing has been a little wonky for me lately :/

but YES the school thing was gonna be a turning point cus i love me some angst n reader was gonna be faced with a huge moral dilemma. i didn’t decide what direction i was gonna take it. one of the ideas i had was farrrr more devastating than the others i think ppl would’ve been mad lol. i wasnt sure if i wanted him to find out on accident, overhear her telling his little sister and HIM break it off cause he didnt wanna hold her back from her future— orrrr for her to tell steve first before her best friend and they figure out the distance issue later. either way both of them kind of know they’re operating on borrowed time, their whole dynamic was a bit solemnly.

the pictures part , i more so imagined it to be like , pictures of her in swimsuits n stuff of that nature. stuff he could’ve ethically collected just from knowing her,hanging out with her butttt because he’s a lovesick fool and also a horny boy he finds a way to integrate the two. has some of his favorites used as bookmarks in the pages that he thinks looks like her. puts her face over the model’s faces. stuff like that. so it was weird , definitely but also not weird enough for the sister to confront him lmao. just a shoebox under his bed that has a mix of things he didn’t want laid around. condoms, pictures, keepsakes, and his unruly amount of porno mags. she saw the playboys and scrammed cus who wants to see what porn their brother is into? was probably looking for his weed stash or something.

i hope all that makes sense idk if i articulated it well that’s just some of the ideas i had with it!! but pls im so glad you liked it. i loved writing bfb!steve it’s one of my fav steve’s cus he’s just so perfectly boy next door it’s delightful. i hope you continue to like what nonsense i put out!!

<3<3<3

#casey answers #anon

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estatenewsletter · 6 months

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Estate Staff would like to extend these awards for bravery, kindness, patience, and understanding, to the brave owners of two Container Stores. These store owners have had a hell of a time recently with the Estate while the Staff tried to figure out what the fuck was going on around here, altered medication, and accidentally looked at a place that shouldn’t exist, so along with your awards, please accept the eternal gratitude of the staff, as well as kind words, and an Estate update in the form of a newsletter, for your consideration.

-Staff

*I’m not trying to diagnose myself via Wikipedia here but way too much of this shit i found by accident is hitting way too hard and I’ve been miserable too long so here we go, this is basically what has settled on top of the jumble after a rough weekend and sat there long enough for me to look at it and write it down.

**I just can’t stress enough guys, I do not have these words until I go through this stupid fucking annoying visual thinking process; whatever translations, tumbles, and/or loops; and either I do it in here alone and get lost, or i do it alone on paper/text and plateau, or I bounce it off one of you two fuckers until we’re all miserable and then MAYBE I get it;

BUT y’all engaging me once in a while and following the metaphors and occasionally providing them is not only keeping me on earth instead of space, and reminding me there’s a person in here (because i get fucking LOST in here), but also helps me find the metaphors; and im pretty sure my whole fucking problem is that i don’t just need them to communicate I THINK I LITERALLY NEED THE METAPHORS TO FUCKING THINK GUYS, THIS SHIT IS SCARY.

Anyway I THINK I’m about to like summarize some shit that is causing such a fucking struggle for me and/or possibly y’all right now but also a very important reminder that… all i know is its bad in here, and i am finding out a little at a time how bad it really is by fucking accident

So we know for sure I have ADHD. Diagnosed, currently fucking with medication, not a fun time around here y’all, holy shit, I know it gets rough on your end(s) but please believe I held back what I could, it was …….. nopeville to the max yo. Adderall is a hell of a drug and even when I’m not intentionally adjusting the dosage there have been medication shortages, it’s a new-ish drug for me, etc etc etc obstacle after obstacle and the last two days without it was still no fun

And I’m going through all this miserable shit not even knowing that part of this fucking misery is called VISUAL THINKING until i read the word and it hit me so fucking hard I felt like an idiot for not coming up with that word on my own

I’ve been accidentally dancing all over my own abandonment issues and childhood trauma and like lots of scary places because uhhhhh

y’all just imagine if you dumped all your containers out into a blender, hit purée, and that’s what they’d been your whole life… and you had no fucking idea they weren’t supposed to be that way until someone told you they should be separate for… basically? As far as I can tell? Literally everything in your containers. Whatever you have in a container, I probably don’t even know it should be separate from anything unless someone has told me, because separation does not… appear… to really exist in here. Like the more I try to look around the more I scare the shit out of myself AND wonder how the fuck I’ve been doing this for 30+ years

But to reiterate, the more time i spend in the Estate, and the more time i spend Thinking about the Container Store metaphor, the more I realize that “opposite of container store” sounds more and more accurate all the time and uh more and more terrifying too so thank you both for being patient but um it is possible things may be even worse around the Estate than I think now, let alone worse than I thought yesterday, which was worse than the day before and so on o.o

I saw some shit in a book about dyslexia when i was 17 and I’ve been terrified of it ever since, too scared to get diagnosed because WHY??????? And then when looking for visual thinking, “dyslexia make language center go fuck itself” and did accidental critical damage to myself by surprise, while unmedicated for adhd, in a depression spiral, because

Depression is being medicated with adderall (and i haven’t had any for two days and its a thing that gets the fuck out of your system every night) and anxiety is being medicated with Zoloft which is too new to be effective yet. Oh and so is the obsessive-compulsive behavior but we’re months away from dosage level on that either, so I’m picking at myself like a meth addict constantly

And every time a dog barks the PLEASE DONT BE FUCKING AUTISM???????? Hits a hard reset button on my brain so fast I can’t even see it coming AND half the time it hurts too fuck i hate it here lmao

IF YOU TLDR

IMPORTANT PART HERE

Due to the Above Circumstances,

The Estate Staff is extending the following information regarding future aid from the Staff of aforementioned Container Stores, if they be able to lend aid of any kind; please consider the following suggestions; (but also always remember that your presence in proximity of the mess is the only assistance really required, with an occasional wave or distraction appreciated, but to go the extra mile, consider this a list of notices posted around the grounds until further notice):

Please do not encourage the Chaos Gremlins whenever possible. It is possible the Medical Term for them is Impulse Control Issues and The Staff is fucking miserable. The Staff is aware they are sneaky; so the Staff is aware some may occasionally trick you into engaging them. Staff has been posting warnings for some time, but they appear to have some type of…

independent will and/or intelligence the Staff isn’t fully aware of, and it is scaring the shit out of the Staff; so please, whenever possible, should you accidentally catch the attention of a gremlin; please

Do not Feed

Encourage

Or otherwise Interact with Chaos Gremlins

Additional note on Gremlins: Staff isn’t completely sure yet, but Staff is beginning to suspect that “you’re killing me” is translating into something along the lines of “you are kicking my impulse control issues in the nuts and they are fighting my non-existent language center to stop it from begging you to stop, so please get out of my mental illnesses so I can catch my breath” or like some nuance of that. Now that Staff has become aware of the problem, it should be easier to warn visitors soon, so we appreciate your patience while we get the infestation under control.

(So yeah please this is starting to look like the equivalent of Bruce Banner telling you he needs to go calm down lmao and I think encouraging them in any way is making it exponentially closer to the gremlins merging into a Hulk so I gotta inspect these little fuckers and figure out what to do with them)

Don’t feed the gremlins and for the love of god please do not under any circumstances get them wet (unless you’re a Seagull). The Staff has suspected they were independent of the Staff for some time, but the situation appears to be quite dire, and is beginning to look more like a this-is-unfairly-hard-medical-situation bordering-on-disability kind of thing over here sometimes and it’s not doing nice things to my depression or anxiety either so let’s at least give them some time to calm down (at least until the staff can label, number, and GPS track them or something)

A small handful of long-forgotten traumas (that appear to have been improperly flagged) have recently been dug up by the staff by mistake, and the earth about the grounds is currently a bit fresh, so please exercise extra caution in the following areas:

“I’m too much trouble and should fuck off forever” - variations of this have been in my head like literally since I learned words? So in spite of the hard work and patience of Container Stores, this one is coming up and kicking Estate Staff in the nuts literally every chance it gets, even though Estate Staff is fully aware Container Stores don’t seem to have memos like this in their template folders.

Not sure if Depression or Trauma or what is coming up here, but your patience while I do my best to tell this intrusive thought to fuck off is appreciated, whatever it is, because y’all…. this is one that even strangers have been reinforcing infinitely more often, deeper, deeper than any positive reinforcement can ever counterbalance, so this is a fight i just have to do in here on my own, basically clinging to the faith that y’all and a couple other people are telling the truth on this one, and i mean literally not very fucking many people in my whole life, so careful wording and reassurance in this area would be considered the “extra mile” to help me out on this one… because it kicks me so fast i dont have time to reconsider it sometimes, so even when i reread and that’s not what you meant, I’ve already done at least a little damage to myself so every little tiny bit really helps exponentially here I think lol

“I should be able to everything all the time and am useless if I can’t be efficient” and/or “I can’t do this simple task so im a piece of shit” etc productivity garbage seems to be coming up when I can’t do something; much like “burden” above, this one is deeply rooted in childhood trauma, but i have to undo it myself because society did this one and keeps trying to do it and I can’t hide from it in America so:

this is more like a posted warning that something stupid like asking me a question when i need to pee or tumblr pissing me off can trip this, and none of us can see it coming, so just idk dont wear your church clothes or your favorite shoes over here til i get a lid on that one I guess, in case it gets on you. Some of these might just be Gallagher shit.

Depression spirals with visual thinking and unbalanced meds are getting a little weird so if I seem to be doing weird Donna shit and you’d like me to stop, the most efficient way, for YOU, I THINK? is to try a distraction.

Personally, I recommend you go for broke; bread crumbs can be helpful here, to lead me somewhere specific, but they can also be the opposite of effective if they fail; so you can save us both a lot of time and trouble if you send me something fucking unexpected right off the bat (careful not to attract gremlins by mistake, they smell vulnerability and they hate me). You are not trying to lure a rabbit, you are trying to get your stupid ass dog out of the freeway with a tennis ball or a snack before it gets hit by a truck. Think of the kind of thing you’d do to like snap someone out of something, but a little to the left. I think the Seagull busted out Bo Burnam for anxiety once, sometimes shock is a good one, gross, whatever. Interrupt/distract, do not engage gremlins, etc

If you happen to see a passing spiral and can’t toss anything in without inconvenience or other detriment to yourself, even a passing wave and a check in that we’re both drowning separately is again, still considered above and beyond. (In fact, it’s often what I’m probably looking for, but now that we have Words the mess should be better able to tell neighboring entities what the fuck is happening on Estate Grounds.

Last but not least, Estate Staff has placed ropes and a a few Keep Out notices around all areas that appear to be near the scary place until further notice. Estate Staff needs to spend a bit more time around the Estate before even figuring out what the fuck that was. That shit is off limits to everyone until the person who has to live in here figures out what the fuck it is.

(An ACCIDENTAL TRIP to not only 1) not the place I was even looking at but 2) a new???? place i didnt know was there and 3) a place with weird vibes too near a vulnerable place???? Nope nope nope not today too much garbage in the Estate not taking it to Mars nope.)

Estate Staff isn’t entirely sure why proximity alarms for this place are alarming so alarmingly, but the current theory around the break room is that, if the vibes in the mansion are terrifying because words are hard and few, what if those vibes come with us to the scary place and there is NO WORDS and/or NOTHING THERE BUT BAD VIBES? Etc…

(And/or possible actual medical dissociative state or some shit.)

Staff is hoping these areas will be able to be reopened once we clean the fuck up around here a bit, maybe with some art, breaking down safer metaphors, zen activities, getting to know the Estate Grounds. At the very least, Staff would like for the place to stop feeling like the Winchester Mansion had a bastard with the Room of Requirement before we leave, because we’re not sure how we got here in the first place so if we leave by accident……

So thank you both for any part you played in keeping me on earth this weekend, and please accept a blanket apology for anything in here that made you feel like shit; consider it officially forgiven because the Staff didn’t know the place was condemned until somebody inspected it, but now that it failed inspection the Staff has to figure out what the fuck to do with all this shit; and there’s really no reason for the local entities to feel bad about things the Staff didn’t even know, just be glad we got me through it because HOPEFULLY we can get some cool and interesting shit worked out in the mansion before we go Ghost Bustin or whatever

So, following these awards, both Container Store owners who have assisted in this project thus far will be extended additional information and invitations to collaborate on the project soon and we look forward to exploring the Estate more thoroughly in the coming days!

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httpiastri · 9 months

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Awww I’m happy you like it 🥹🥹🥹 it’s a cute one 🥺

Mixed conditions might be favouring the papaya boys tho. I’m not sure they figured out fully the difficulties they had in spa with the long straight so wet track when it doesn’t matter could help them out and also they’re pretty handy in wet conditions 😌 tell me about it… it’s always them… not enough that they’re being used as Guinea pigs for f1 and experiencing the most difficult weather to drive in they also get their races cancelled… like this they can really show their talent and worth 🫣 I want a double papaya podium so damn bad 🥹🥹🥹 maybe Monza? Or Singapore? 🥺 it’ll be so damn special 🫠

How dare you left it out? That’s the OG pic of big neck 😭 he somehow looks even hotter than before must have been the summer break glow and the fact that we didn’t see him much during the break. He’s so adorable in post race interviews, always positive and just smiling even if he has a shit race 🥺🥺

F3 neck 🤔 definitely smaller and slimmer but still sexy af 😮‍💨😮‍💨with the moles on his adams apple 🫨🫨🫨

No worries love, he’s damn cute I love him so much🥺🥺🥺 and we get another race with him 🥰

Yeah, I usually answer either super early, like when I get to work or late at night when I’m already knackered 😭😭😭 and trying so hard not to fall asleep while answering back 😭 omg imagine if that happens haha

Calling Oscar ugly?!! What the hell?? Can’t be real… Fernando over Oscar? Must be a crime..

I’m so sorry for asking to choose between Oscar and Liam 😭😭😭 there is no right or wrong answer tho I was just curious😌 lmao choosing between their child 😭😭😭 that’s literally how I feel…. (Considering the age gap between them and me…😪)

yea! honestly my head has been too messy recently to think about the car and where it’s good and whatever, i just cross my fingers and hope for the best 😶 but yes they def are good in wet conditions! i mean oscar is always talking about how much he likes it, doing his rain dances and everything 😝 yeah exactly, it sucks… but as long as we can get a double papaya podium before the season ends, everything is worth it 🤭🤭 (okay not really everything, but……. a lot of things)

honestly i should’ve made ten highlight posts, it was so hard to choose what pictures to use 🥲 yeah it’s probably that!! you know what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder… i was very fond of osc before the break so now im almost exploding with fondness 🥰🥰

the thing is that… i’m always all like “yeah i love his neck now, it’s perfect, so thankful for the long hair”, but then i look back at pics and videos of him from his prema days and just question myself because he looks so good there too? no matter the neck size and the hair? it’s all just cutie lovely oscar 🥺 and yes very sexy 🤭

i did once accidentally video call a friend group when i was still sleeping when i was like 15… so i had the phone propped up in my hand so my friends could join the call and just see me sleeping 🫠 when i woke up and realized that i had called them, i wrote like “oops sorry it was on accident” hoping that no one had joined the call, but a friend wrote back “yeah i could tell” 😩 so i always get scared of me doing something similar whenever i use my phone while being sleepy lmao! and now im using it as im tired again….

honestly his taste is so dumb… sometimes he makes sense (like today we had a good conversation about how lovely alex is) and then the next second he calls alonso cute and oscar ugly?? 🤨 make it make sense

PLS the age gap isn’t even that big 😭 i meaaaan i’m happy to like people my age for once, it doesn’t happen often 😌 it’s especially not common for me to crush on someone born in the same year as me lmao but liam! bless him for being born in a good year 🫶

#since liam and i are born in the same year #shouldn’t that mean that we are like idk #meant to be together??#i think so #it makes sense to me #asks!#formulola!

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Hello! I'm here to request a romantic MHA matchup if you could please! I'm a 16 year old female but I look and act mature for my age(due to trauma) so I often get mistaked as an 18 year old or even older sometimes. Some good qualities of mine are maturity, level headedness, and then I can be motherly. Some bad traits can include bluntness, coming off as cold, and stubbornness. I'm an introvert so i hate being around crowds and speaking infront of people I also have social anxiety so that doesn't help... I would much prefer staying at home watching anime and petting my pets than going out... More of my fun and loud side comes out around my friends or the right people. My hobbies or things I enjoy include hanging out with friends, swimming, listening to music, art, laying in bed on my phone, animals(I want to work with animals as a job), watching anime, the ocean(I love water if I could choose a quirk it would be water based), stargazing(I love galaxies, the moon and stars I find everything so fascinating), the colors black, blue, purple, then finally goth/emo style and aesthetic! Some dislikes of mine are bananas, P.E./sports(volleyball is okay tho), and men/father figures in my life-. My music taste includes the artists, The Neighborhood, Girl In Red, The Arctic Monkeys, Billie Eilish, Melanie Martinez, Alec Benjamin, Corpse, and Conan Gray! I'm bisexual/omnisexual so either gender could work but in mha I lean towards having a stronger preference for the guys compared to the girls so do with that what you will. Traits I dislike in others are immaturity, impatience, disrespect, pushing boundaries, and not listening. Traits I look for in others are respect, kindness, understanding, patience, and humor. A bit about my appearance is I have longish black hair, pale skin, freckles, i'm a bit chubby, and tall(5'8). Im also very insecure and I doubt myself a lot but I'm trying to work on that! Some love languages include words of affirmation, quality time, physical touch and sometimes acts of service. I have mental and physical health issues so I would need someone who could accept and be able to handle that. I would also need someone that would accept that I have trauma as well. I would want this relationship to be a two way thing so its very important that they give the same effort I'm giving into the relationship. I would prefer not to be matched with Denki, Bakugou, Iida, Tokoyami or any adult since I'm a minor. I think thats it... I'm sorry if I missed anything you needed or if this is to long! I understand if you don't get to me right away! I hope your having a nice day! Thank you!

╰┈➤ I’d match you with…Koji Koda!

ngl Koda is a tiny tiny bit intimidated before realizing you weren’t actually meaning to come off as mean

likes how motherly you can be, he thinks its admirable along with your love for animals

will give you some tips for carrying and petting the animals you have/want to work with

(may, may not steal your dogs on accident)

doesn’t mind if you don’t feel like talking, or if you do, Koda likes hearing yoh talk and just vibing with you<3

doesn’t know much about astrology or stars but will trace your freckles like connect the dots, will try to draw them in the shape of actual constellations (til he’s told that those aren’t actual star constellations)

Koda is super patient and willing to wait for you, but he’s also the type to not do anything until told (simply due to not wanting to annoy you by accident)

his love language definitely leans on quality time and and giving gifts! Small, homemade ones like flower chains or small pouch resembling your favorite animal!

“…” Koda has a small smile, so much love in his stare as you rambled on.

#bnha matchups #{..no identity found..}#[⭐️]count our lucky stars![⭐️]

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 28: But Secrets Don't Make Friends

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst

WC: 14k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, jealous kook, bratty tae, betrayal, mentions of past rape, murder, brief mentions of a dead body, blood, mentions of guns, cute things but also ANGST im so sorry.

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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A few days after the accident...

"What's wrong, Mina?"

"It's ____," Mina sobbed into the young man's shoulder as he pet her head gently, "She's in the hospital, someone hurt her."

Dae made a sound of sympathy as he continued to run his fingers through her hair, "She's alive though?"

"Yeah," Mina sniffled.

"Then you have nothing to worry about."

Mina hugged him tighter, "Sorry, for crying."

"No need to be sorry," Dae pulled back and smiled at her, "I know it must be scary."

"You'll help her, right? Her family left, she has no one but you and me," Mina said tearfully.

Dae's eyebrow twitched and a small smile appeared on his face, "Of course."

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"You...what?"

"Oh, don't act so surprised, Mina."

Mina's stomach plummeted to her feet and she resisted the urge to hurl.

"B-But, I thought you cared about her."

"Oh, I did. Very, very, much. I cared about her more than I cared about you," Dae watched Mina's face fall, a sick satisfaction soaring through him.

"...huh?"

"Oh yes, I asked her to be with me. But she refused."

Mina felt a stab of jealousy shoot through her.

"You know, she hurt me, deeply. That's why I did it."

Mina stayed quiet, so he continued, "You understand, don't you? She's just like that. You do everything for her and she pushes you aside. She kept giving me mixed signals, leading me on only to hurt me in the end."

Your best friend swallowed thickly.

"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" He whispered, "You've always stood up for her and taken care of her, and yet she went after me just to mess with you. She knew you liked me, didn't she? Maybe you didn't tell her, but she knew, how could she not see it?"

Her teeth clenched as she listened to his words, like poison seeping into her veins.

"Of course, you were the one I had always been in love with, she just made that hard for me to see."

"Really?" Mina's voice quivered.

Dae nodded, a sad smile on his face, "With her out of the picture, I could have you all to myself without worrying about her ruining things for us."

Mina looked uncertain as she clenched her fists.

"I know you care about me, Mina."

"I do."

"Can you help me?"

Mina looked up at him, her heart melted in her chest at the look he gave her.

"Yes."

"I knew I could count on you."

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Present Day...

"Mina messaged me."

Jungkook looks up at Tae from the strawberries he was cutting for your lunch, "What?"

"She messaged my work phone, obviously that's the only number she has."

It's been almost a week since Mina left, today is Friday and no one has heard anything from her.

Until now.

Jungkook sets down the knife.

"What did she say?"

"She said they agreed to call off the hit on one condition."

"And that is?"

"They want the money back from the first payment they gave you."

Jungkook narrows his eyes, "That's it? That's all they want?"

Tae shrugs, "That's what she said."

"I don't believe that, not for a fucking second."

"I don't either. What am I supposed to tell her?"

They both hear the toilet flush and the sink turn on.

"Just, tell her you'll get back to her later today. We can figure it out when I get back from taking ____ to work."

Tae nods, but when Jungkook turns to keep cutting the strawberries, he asks, "Would you actually give them the money back?"

Jungkook doesn't look at him as he cuts a little berry, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"I mean, what about your mom's treatments?"

Jungkook swallows hard, "I'll figure something out."

The door to the bathroom opens and you come out, a tired look on your face as you walk over to Jungkook and Tae.

"Good morning, ____," Tae says with a smile.

"M-Morning, Tae!" You say brightly despite the exhaustion covering your face.

Jungkook turns and leans against the counter as he looks at you with a smile, "You look sleepy."

"I'm a-always sleepy," You say with a laugh.

Jungkook laughs lightly as you walk forward and give him a hug.

His cheeks burn at the intimate gesture in front of his best friend, but he wraps his arms around you anyway.

After a second, you pull away and look at the cutting board with strawberries on it, "Ohh, s-strawberries!"

"You can have one now if you want," Jungkook grabs one and hands it to you, "Here."

You take it happily and start munching away as Tae grumbles about how Jungkook didn't let him have any and how he's playing favorites. Jungkook grabs another strawberry and pops it into Tae's mouth as he's ranting.

The older boy chews it up, then turns and winks at you before heading over to the couch.

You smile at him and then turn back to Jungkook, "Thank y-you."

He nods with a smile sweeter than the strawberry you just ate.

"Are you all dressed for work?" Jungkook asks as he finishes up packing your lunch.

"Mhm," You reply, watching him closely.

Jungkook turns back to see your hair is a knotted mess.

"What about your hair, silly?"

You reach up and touch it, a little frown on your face, "I'm t-too tired."

Jungkook laughs, "Here, let me do it. Go get your hairbrush and hair ties."

You skip away to your suitcase and rummage around in it for a second before pulling out the things he needs to fix up your hair.

Jungkook sits on the couch next to Tae, then spreads his legs a bit and drops a pillow on the floor so you can sit between his legs.

You sit down on the pillow and get comfy, one of your arms draped over his thigh and your head resting on it as he brushes your hair.

Jungkook is gentle as he gets the tangles out, then he brushes it all back and pulls it into a ponytail, one much better than the one he did earlier this week.

"There you go, sweetpea," Jungkook whispers in your ear.

"Thank y-you," You say shyly as you stand up and go to get your shoes on.

"I'm taking her to work, I'll be back in a little bit," Jungkook says to Tae as he grabs the keys.

Tae nods, "I'll be here."

"I'm gr-grateful that you k-keep making my lunch," You whisper shyly as Jungkook drives to your work.

He smiles, "I'm glad you keep liking them, I enjoy making them."

Jungkook stops the car at a red light.

Something has been nagging at you this whole week, so you finally decide to ask him.

"J-Jungkook?"

"Mm?"

"W-When you first g-got me that night..."

"Yeah?" He looks at you.

"Um, y-your face l-looked like you h-had been in a fight."

"Oh."

"And s-so did Tae's."

Jungkook bites his lip, contemplating what to say.

"Yeah, Tae and I had a fight."

He's not going to lie anymore, he's in deep enough already when you find out what he's lied about.

Which is basically everything.

That realization makes him ill.

"About w-what?"

"You."

Fuck.

Your head snaps in his direction, a look of bewilderment on your face, "M-Me?"

He nods and you see him gulp, "I hadn't told him about you and he was angry."

"He-...He w-was mad about m-me and you b-beat each other up?" You ask in disbelief, making Jungkook cringe.

"Uh, yeah."

"I th-thought he l-liked me," You say quietly and look out the window.

"H-He does!" Jungkook says quickly, "He does now that he knows you."

"I d-don't understand b-boys," You whisper, a grumpy look on your face.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asks.

"Boys are st-stupid," You say, crossing your arms.

Jungkook scoffs, "What makes you say that?"

"You both h-hurt your best friend over a m-m-misunderstanding."

Jungkook glances at you and he can tell it really affects you.

"You're right, boys are stupid. We shouldn't have resorted to physical fighting," Jungkook sighs, "It was stupid, but I guess we knocked some sense into each other."

You smile a little at his joke and he feels his heart warm at that.

You pull up to the school and Jungkook smiles at you as you jump out, "D-Don't get into an-anymore fights with Tae," You scold him gently.

Jungkook leans over and grabs your hand, then he links his pinky with yours, "Promise."

You give him a smile and shut the car door, then you skip to the stairs and climb them, running over to go inside the big school doors.

"Okay, what the fuck do we do?" Jungkook asks the second he comes into the apartment.

"We should try Namjoon again," Tae says, "He can figure out if it's legit."

"It isn't legit."

"Ok, well he can figure out something about it."

Jungkook pulls his phone out and calls Namjoon's number.

It rings a few times, Jungkook and Tae waiting with bated breath.

"Hey, what's up?"

Fuck yeah.

"Hyung, I'm so fucking glad you answered, you haven't answered all week."

"I know, it was a busy week, sorry JK. What did you need?"

"I need you to do a few things for me," Jungkook says, anxiously waiting to see if he'll be shut down.

"Name it and it's done."

Thank fuck.

"Ok, I need you to find an anonymous client for me-"

"Easy. What else?"

Jungkook and Tae look at each other.

"They say they'll call off the hit if I give them the money back-"

"Bullshit."

"That's what we think. We need to know their next move though."

"I'll do my best, JK. Give me a few days and I'll get back to you, okay?"

"Thank you, Hyung."

"Sure thing."

The line disconnects and Jungkook sighs, a huge weight lifted from his shoulders.

"That took fucking long enough," He growls, irritated at himself.

"At least we've got a start. Now, what are we going to do to buy time with Mina?"

Just then, they hear a bling come from Tae's work phone.

He pulls it out to see a message from said person:

You have until noon today to agree or not.

If the money isn't returned by noon on Monday, the deal is off.

I did the best I could.

Jungkook grits his teeth, "Tell her we'll do it and find out the details for where we leave the money."

Tae nods and gets to texting.

"And th-then we had a snack, and after that w-we pl-played and I made the highest to-tower in the block ch-challenge!"

Jungkook laughs at the way you jump up and down in your seat, your seat belt holding you down safely.

"I'm starting to wonder if you or the kids have more fun at school," Jungkook teases, making you laugh as your cheeks turn pink.

"The d-ducklings m-make it fun for me," You say shyly.

"I'm sure they feel the same way about you."

You shrug and look out the window, too embarrassed to respond. You don't know why you always get so shy when he talks good about you.

Jungkook smiles at you then turns to keep his eyes on the road.

"So, Tae was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner tonight."

You look at him in surprise, "Huh? D-Dinner?"

Jungkook nods, "Yeah, he wants to take us somewhere nice."

"Oh, th-that's really sweet," You nod, "I w-would love that."

Jungkook smiles, "He'll be happy about that."

"Is it a sp-special occasion?"

Jungkook shrugs, "I guess you can say that."

"W-What is it?"

Jungkook mumbles something and you're about to ask him to repeat himself, but he suddenly speaks up.

"We're home."

He hurries out of the car and you follow him inside and up to the door, jumping in surprise when the door swings open before Jungkook even has a chance to unlock it.

"Hey, guys!" A huge boxy smile greets the two of you.

"Hi Tae," Jungkook laughs at the young man's grin.

Taehyung beams at you as you wave hello, then he steps aside and opens the door wider so you two can come in.

"Jungkook t-told me you w-wanted to take us out to eat?" You say as you set your purse on the dining table and pet Yin when he runs up to you, Pumpkin close behind.

"Yeah! You up for it?"

You nod excitedly, "Definitely!"

Taehyung gets smiley again and nods to himself as he pets Pumpkin when she starts trying to climb up his leg.

"You guys need to be dressed nicely," Tae says.

Jungkook laughs, "And by that you mean?"

"Mm, think cocktail attire."

You look at Jungkook with wide eyes.

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"Damn Tae, when you said somewhere nice I wasn't expecting it to be this nice," Jungkook muses as the three of you are led to a booth in the back, a huge curtain covering it just like every other sitting area in this place.

You stare in wide-eyed awe at the ceiling where a bunch of diamond chandeliers are hanging around the restaurant.

"You underestimate me," Tae winks at Jungkook as he climbs into the booth the waiter gestures to.

You smile shyly when Jungkook gestures for you to get into the booth before him.

He looks really handsome in his black dress pants, white button-down, and fancy black jacket.

He isn't wearing a tie and it makes the look even more attractive for some reason. His dark hair is swept back from his forehead. Ever since you saw him earlier, your heart has not been able to rest.

And then there's Tae.

Who ever said there's no such thing as two hot best friends?

Tae looks dashing as ever in his white button-down and matching dark green pants and vest. His black hair is slightly curled and pushed so that only a few strands fall into his eyes.

Tae smirks at you as you climb into the booth and scoot to the middle.

The booth is the shape of a half-circle, so you're sitting on the inside with Tae to your left and Jungkook on your right.

The waiter hands you each a menu and asks if there is anything he can get you to drink.

Tae asks for water all around and a bottle of some kind of wine that you don't catch the name of.

He looks to both of you to see if you want any other drinks.

You and Jungkook both shake your heads, you're fine with water and wine.

The waiter bows and walks away.

"By the way, you look beautiful ___."

You smile at Tae's words, "Th-Thank you, Tae."

You send Jungkook a happy grin at the compliment and he smiles softly at you.

He had helped you pick out a dress at the store earlier. You really wanted to go shopping for one and insisted he help you.

You couldn't for the life of you find one that just felt right.

Then Jungkook grabbed one off a rack and held it up to you, "How about this one?" He had said, "You look beautiful in white."

You tried it on and that was that.

It is now the prettiest dress you own.

It's all white, beautiful soft cotton, and it goes down to just above your knees. There are strings on the sides, tied up your waist, and the sleeves are floppy until they come to your wrists, where they are snug. You think the lady at the store had called them lantern sleeves. The shoulders hang off of you, making an elegant yet simple look.

Jungkook had almost had a damn heart attack the second you stepped out of the dressing room.

Back at his house, he had done your hair for you after watching a few videos. It was in a messy braid with hair falling out of the sides.

It looked gorgeous.

You looked gorgeous.

It's during the fourth course that Tae suddenly says why he brought you guys out tonight.

The first course was a bunch of delicious hors d'oeuvres, then the second was soup, the third an appetizer, the fourth is a salad, and you know the fifth will be the main, and the sixth; is dessert.

It came about quite randomly, Tae saying something about how he can't believe he and Jungkook have been best friends for twenty years exactly.

"W-Wait, this is the d-day you guys became friends?"

You look at Jungkook, who is picking at his salad, a blush on his cheeks.

Tae nods happily, "Uh-huh! It's the day I told you about when we met at the park for the first time. Jungkook was four and I was six."

Your heart melts, "Oh m-my gosh, that's so sweet. It's y-your bestfriendiversary!"

Tae nods, a smirk spreading on his face as he kicks Jungkook's shin under the table, "Kookie was the one to start the idea of celebrating every year."

Jungkook scoffs, "I did not."

"You definitely did. Remember the first year anniversary when you had your mom buy me that purple scarf so you could give it to me?"

Jungkook turns positively crimson as he clears his throat, "You're making it sound weird Tae."

Tae just giggles with you at Jungkook's embarrassment.

"You didn't h-have to bring m-me," You say after a little while, "It's y-your day to celebrate."

Tae waves a hand dismissively, "Why on earth wouldn't we bring you? You're part of the squad now, girlie."

That makes your heart feel warm.

"Besides, if you put it like that, it makes it sound like Kook and I are dating."

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Tae's smirk, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Tae?"

You giggle at Tae's hearty laugh.

Jungkook's best friend winks at you.

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It's late by the time the three of you get home.

You and Jungkook thank Tae immensely for the delicious meal and he waves you off nonchalantly.

"Any time, babe."

You see Jungkook's mouth twist in annoyance at Tae's pet name for you, but you know Tae means nothing by it. He calls Jungkook babe all the time. In fact, you think he might call everyone babe.

It's just his thing.

Jungkook pulls off his shoes and flops onto the couch with a groan.

"I think I might be in a food coma."

You sit on the couch next to him and slip into his side, curling your legs up to cuddle into him as much as you can, "M-Me too."

"I'm going to take a shower," Tae announces before going into the bathroom.

You hear the shower turn on as Jungkook puts an arm around you and pulls you impossibly closer to him.

"You're not feeling sick, right?"

He knows you tend to get so excited about food that you eat too much, and your tummy hurts a lot afterward.

You shake your head with a smile, "No."

"Good."

You feel a kiss press against the crown of your head.

A few minutes pass in silence.

Then Jungkook hears your small voice.

"W-What happened to you and T-Tae?"

"What do you mean?"

"If y-you've been friends f-for so long, why is it s-so tense between you t-two?"

Jungkook sighs but doesn't say anything.

You think he isn't going to answer after a minute passes by.

"Sorry, I sh-shouldn't-"

"You were right."

"Huh?"

"You were right, months ago. When you guessed what the worst thing I've ever done is."

You think hard, trying to remember what you had said.

Oh.

Wait.

You had guessed that he pressured someone into something, and he said you were wrong.

"You-...It w-was Tae? Th-That you pressured?" You whisper.

You hear him swallow, then his voice comes out a bit weak, "Yeah."

"Oh."

You can tell Jungkook doesn't want to talk about it.

But he does anyway.

"I was in a bad situation when I was young. I was fourteen at the time and Tae was going to be sixteen in a few months."

You sit there quietly, letting him go at his own pace.

"I uh-" Jungkook swallows, "Yeah, I needed money and I did something stupid. Tae did what I couldn't, because I was weak. He paid for it after that. He's still paying for it, because of me."

"W-What do you mean?"

"He's not the same. He was never the same after that day. And it was all my fault," His voice breaks a little at the end of his sentence.

You wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tightly, "You w-were just a little b-boy."

Jungkook swallows thickly.

You look up at his solemn face, reaching a hand out to gently run your fingers down his cheek, "I'm s-sorry those l-little boys had to suffer so m-much."

You see his eyes glistening with unshed tears at your words.

He turns his head to look at you, a sad smile on his face as he blinks the tears away.

"How did I get so lucky?"

"Mm?" You make a sound of confusion.

"To have you," Jungkook answers your unspoken question, "I've never done anything to deserve you."

You smile and cuddle into his side even more, "I d-don't think anyone des-deserves anything, really."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I m-mean, some p-people that are wicked and horrid, get good th-things they don't deserve. And kind-hearted p-p-people that only live for others, ne-never get anything. I th-think maybe it doesn't h-have to do with de-deserving things. I think it's l-like this," You shift a little and Jungkook runs his hand up and down your arm comfortingly, listening intently, "Perhaps we g-get what w-we need to be our b-best selves. But along the way, s-some people t-take, they aren't g-given it."

"And what do you need, ____?"

"I n-need you," You whisper.

Jungkook feels his heart leap to his throat.

You feel his hand gently hold the back of your head as he pulls you into his chest, "I need you too, ____."

You two stay there for a while until Tae comes out of the shower and whines that you're using his sleeping space and that he will lay across your laps in a moment if you don't move.

You move to the bed as Jungkook goes to take a shower.

"Are you in love with him?"

You startle at Tae's sudden question, your head flipping to the side to see if the door to the bathroom is closed.

It is, and the shower is still running.

"W-What?"

You look down at Tae as he sits up on an elbow.

"Come 'ere," He mumbles.

You crawl to the bottom of the bed and lay on your stomach, your chin in your hands as Tae leans closer off the couch.

"Are you in love with him?" He asks again, quieter this time.

You gulp, then you slowly nod your head, your cheeks aflame.

Tae's boxy smile makes an appearance at your answer.

"Is he-"

You see Tae watching you expectantly, so you finish your question, "Is h-he in love with m-me?"

Tae stares into your eyes for a moment, then he whispers, "I think maybe you should ask him that."

You nod.

Good point.

Jungkook comes out of the bathroom to see you laying on your stomach at the foot of the bed, your top half practically hanging off the bed and your legs kicking behind you as you giggle with Tae. Pumpkin is lying beside you, and Yin is stretched out across the back of your thighs, dead asleep. Jungkook's sight travels up your body.

Your nightgown has ridden up to just below your bottom.

The second he notices this, he jerks his gaze away, quick as a dart.

His cheeks burn as he makes his way over to you and Tae, the two of you whispering like a couple of schoolgirls during a sleepover as they talk about some cute guy in school.

What were you talking about anyway?

When Jungkook gets close enough to hear, Tae spots him and immediately shuts his trap.

You see Tae's reaction and turn your head to see Jungkook looking at the two of you curiously. You don't even have a moment to wonder if he heard what you were saying, you're too busy being entranced by his natural beauty.

His dark wet hair is falling into his eyes, a few droplets of water are still clinging to his neck, and his floppy white t-shirt is hanging a bit off his shoulders.

Your throat and mouth are suddenly very dry.

"What were you two gossiping about?" Jungkook asks accusingly, sounding like a sulky kid that was left out of a special secret.

"Nothing," Tae says suspiciously, sending you a quick smile before turning his back on the two of you and cuddling under the covers, ready to sleep on his make-shift bed.

That leaves you to deal with Jungkook's accusatory gaze on your own.

"Uh, n-nothing?" You try, your voice small.

Jungkook frowns.

You sit up, Yin making a mew of indignation at being tossed from his cozy spot on your squishy thighs.

"R-Really, you wo-wouldn't be interested."

"Try me."

You crawl up to your place and slip under the covers, pulling them up to your chin, "R-Really."

Jungkook huffs an annoyed breath and walks over to turn the light out.

A moment later, you feel the bed dip as he gets into the right side.

You hold your breath, hoping he'll hold you like he did the first night you were here. He hasn't since, but you think it's just because he's embarrassed about Tae being here.

A few minutes pass by and you don't feel him come any closer to you.

You pout to yourself.

Is he mad at you?

Surely he knows that you and Tae weren't doing anything unreasonable?

Honestly, Tae had asked you to tell him about the two of you and what you saw in Jungkook. You told him about the past months and he shared some silly childhood stories about Jungkook in return. Tae even got you to tell him about your first kiss with Jungkook. He squealed in excitement for you, much to your surprise.

You guess Jungkook really doesn't tell him much.

It makes you sad for Tae. He just wants to be involved in his best friend's life.

And you didn't want to tell Jungkook that you were talking about how cute he is.

That would be humiliating.

For everyone involved.

Well, except for Taehyung.

He would find it hilarious.

You know that's why he didn't say anything to Kook.

It was for your sake.

You let out a little sigh.

You're facing Jungkook in the dark, on your right side. You can't tell if he's facing you though, there isn't enough light to see.

Then you hear him whisper, "Why are you still awake?"

"I c-can't sleep when you're m-mad at me," You whisper back.

You hear him sigh.

"I'm not mad at you."

"At T-Tae?"

"No."

"Who are y-you mad at?"

"Myself."

You frown.

"W-Why?"

"Don't worry about it. Go to sleep, ____, you've had a long day."

A few minutes pass with no sound save for the soft breathing in the dark room.

"I c-can't sleep," You suddenly whisper again.

You hear Jungkook shift a little, "Why not?" He asks, and you can hear the grogginess in his voice. He must be half-asleep.

"I'm lonely," You whisper.

Jungkook rubs his eyes before opening them and seeing you looking at your fingers. The light of the moon is helping his eyes to adjust now.

He smiles tiredly, "Come here," He mumbles.

A smile spreads on your face and you scoot until you feel his arm wrap around you and he pulls you into his chest.

"Better?" He asks quietly.

"Mhm," You squeak.

Jungkook buries his nose into your hair as he cards his fingers through it, "Go to sleep."

You drift off not too long after he whispers those words to you.

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"Joon hyung called me."

Jungkook looks up from the video on his phone, "What? Why didn't he call me?"

Tae shrugs, "I don't know, he said he tried but you weren't answering."

What the hell? He's had his phone all morning and it hasn't gone off once.

Jungkook glances at the front door.

You had gone with Sana to the store for something, you wouldn't say what though.

But Tae seemed to think he knew what was up.

"Well, what did he say? Should I call him?"

"Nah, he's busy the rest of the day, won't answer anyway. But he told me to tell you that we should give them the money and then see what happens. Because he's done everything, but it seems legit. They won't even hire another hitman when he tried to tell them he had someone for them and he heard they needed someone."

"What the hell?"

"Yeah, they said they no longer needed a hit done."

"So you think Mina was telling the truth?"

Tae shrugs, "I don't trust her as far as I could throw her, but Namjoon seems to think that they're being serious. He said to still be careful though, it could be a trap."

"Huh..." Jungkook sits there for a minute.

"So, we're giving them the money tomorrow?" Tae asks, looking at Jungkook closely.

Jungkook nods, "That's the plan."

"You think that's all they cared about?"

"No, but we don't really have a choice right now...Did hyung not say who it was?"

Tae shakes his head, "No, he said he spoke to the guy's middle man. But that he is still trying to figure it out. Said it shouldn't take more than a week."

Jungkook takes a few deep breaths.

He's hoping beyond all hope that everything settles down.

Of course, that's only a fool's hope.

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"I'm b-back~"

Jungkook smiles as you and Sana come through the front door.

"Hey, how was the store?"

"Good!" You say happily, holding something behind your back.

Jungkook looks at you suspiciously, "What're you hiding?" He asks playfully.

"N-Nothing~"

Sana laughs and shakes her finger at Jungkook, "You'll do well not to spoil the surprise, boy."

He laughs along and nods, "Ok, fine, I won't ask. When do I get to see it though?"

"Mmm, Wednesday!" You say.

"Very specific," Jungkook chuckles.

Then Tae comes out of the bathroom and you and Sana burst into laughter.

Taehyung scowls and points at Jungkook, "He did it to me. He's been watching videos all day I tell you, insisted I help him practice."

Tae's beautiful locks are in tiny ponytails and braids around his head.

Sana wipes her mirthful tears away, "What on earth are you practicing for?"

Jungkook is about to answer when Tae points right at you.

"He wants to do her hair for her every day-"

"Tae, shut up-" Jungkook snaps.

"-because he's a simp-"

Jungkook flinches at Tae and the young man shuts up, but there's still a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Sana and you watch the exchange with contained giggles.

Your heart is melting in your chest at Tae's words.

Jungkook wants to do your hair for you?

It seemed like he enjoyed himself the few times he's done it, but you didn't know he liked it that much.

You catch Jungkook's eye and smile at him and he smiles back sheepishly.

Tae just takes the hair ties out as he smirks, always the one to rile Jungkook up.

"Well, I'm gonna get back to Hobi, have fun, you guys!"

You all call goodbye to Sana as she heads out.

"So, you gonna let me see?" Tae asks the second the door shuts.

Jungkook scoffs, "She wouldn't let me see, what makes you think she'll let you?"

Tae sneers at him, "Because we're best friends now, dumbass."

You shake your finger at the oldest, "Don't y-you be mean, s-say sorry."

Tae grumbles under his breath for a second, then he reluctantly mutters, "Sorry."

Jungkook looks smug as he regards Tae.

You then take a turn shaking a finger at Jungkook, "And d-don't you be smug! He a-apologized. Y-You've done pl-plenty to him every day to ask h-his forgiveness too."

Jungkook's smile wipes away and he looks down.

"Sorry, Tae. I forgive you."

"It's alright," Tae says as he runs his hands through his hair, trying to fix it up.

You smile at the two of them; they're like a couple of toddlers, always bickering.

That's when there's a ringing sound and you see Jungkook stiffen.

He pulls a phone out of his pocket, but it isn't his regular phone.

He looks at it for a second, then he excuses himself before walking out into the hall.

You look after him worriedly.

"He's alright," Tae says, his eyes watching your expression carefully.

You nod absentmindedly.

"So, are you gonna show me?"

You drag your eyes from the door and over to Tae's excited expression.

"Oh! Y-Yeah!" You take your hand out from behind your back to reveal a little bag.

Tae comes over and peers inside to see purple, blue, yellow, and black string things, and a little box.

"Ohhh yessss, so you are going with the bracelet idea?"

You nod happily.

"But what are the purple and blue for?" Tae asks.

"Oh, th-those are for something e-else," You close the bag quickly.

"Oh. Well, can I help you?"

"Of c-course!" You beam.

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When Jungkook comes back in, he again sees you and Tae huddled together and whispering, just like the other night, but this time you're on the other side of the bed, so he can only see the top of Tae's head.

He walks over to see you both looking into a bag.

"So you did show him."

You and Tae flinch and look up guiltily.

"Oh come on JK, can't you take a hint?" Tae asks in exasperation at Jungkook's hurt look.

Jungkook shakes his head.

Taehyung rolls his eyes at his best friend, "Clearly."

"It's a s-s-surprise for you," You say quietly, the last thing you want is for him to feel left out and hurt, that was never the intention.

"Oh," Jungkook looks down in embarrassment, "Sorry, I-"

"You don't have to be sorry," Tae says as he stands up, "We get it. We should've been more careful about being sure you wouldn't walk in on us talking about it."

It's quiet for a minute, then you ask, "Is e-everything okay?"

Jungkook realizes you're referring to the phone call, "Oh, yeah. Just something with work."

"Ok."

Tae watches almost painfully as you look at Jungkook with heart eyes even as he avoids your gaze.

Damn it, Jungkook.

Just tell her already.

The last thing Tae wants is for Jungkook to lose you.

It would break the boy beyond repair.

"Jungkook, can I speak to you for a second please?"

Jungkook nods and follows Tae out into the hall.

As soon as the door shuts, Tae whirls on him.

"If you don't do it, then I fucking will. And believe me, kid, it's gonna hurt a hell of a lot more coming from me."

"Why do you care so much?" Jungkook asks, exasperated.

"Because as much as you like to think it's a lie, I care about you Jungkook. If you don't fix this now, there's going to be nothing left to fix."

"Ok, I'll tell her-"

Tae gestures to the door.

"-after we deliver the money."

Taehyung takes a deep breath in through his nose and blows it out through his mouth slowly.

"What?" Jungkook asks.

"You enrage me."

"Good," Jungkook moves past Tae to reach for the door, but he stops when he feels a hand on his arm.

"What was the phone call?"

"A hit."

"Are you going to do it?"

"Yes."

"I thought you said-"

Jungkook turns to him, anger flashing in his eyes, "I know what I said. But if I'm returning that money tomorrow, I have barely anything left for her next treatment."

"Jungkook..."

"What?" He snaps.

"I know. I understand, believe me. But maybe we can find another way? I don't think your mom would be happy about this-"

"I never thought she would be," Jungkook seethes, "I never wanted this. But it's my life now, whether or not you or I or ____ likes it."

Tae looks at him in surprise, "You-..."

They stare at each other for a second.

"You wouldn't even stop for ____?"

Jungkook doesn't break his gaze as he says, unflinching, "Why would I let my mother die for anyone?"

"Jungkook-"

Tae gets cut off at the sound of the door slamming shut in his face.

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A little later, Jungkook is gone, saying that he needed to run a quick errand.

So you and Tae are alone in the apartment.

You decide to play a board game together, and Tae ends up winning twice, you once.

Tae is just laughing in your face at his second victory when there's a knock on the door.

You're closer, so you get up to answer it.

Looking through the peephole, you see a tall handsome man with dark hair and wide shoulders; he looks kind of familiar.

Then it hits you.

Ah, it's the guy that you met at Hobi's when you went there for dinner a while ago!

You open the door and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees you.

"Oh, hi."

"Hi," You beam.

"I don't know if you remember me, I'm Seokjin," He holds a hand out.

You take it, "I d-do! I'm ____."

"Ah yes, it's coming back to me now."

Tae comes up behind you and Seokjin glances at him.

"Were you looking for Jungkook?" The young man behind you asks, his presence strong and a good sense of security.

"Yes, is he home?"

"Afraid not," Tae says, "You just missed him."

"Oh, well darn. I wanted to ask him over for dinner sometime since we had talked about it before."

"Oh, w-well we'll l-let him know," You say with a kind smile.

"I appreciate that," Seokjin hands you a card, "Here's my number."

"P-Perfect."

"Well, have a good day ____," Then he looks at Tae and nods to him, "Taehyung."

Then he's gone.

You shut the door.

"How did he know my name?" Tae asks suspiciously.

"M-Maybe he has a g-good memory."

"Huh."

You both brush off the incident and go back to your games.

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"W-Where are you going?" You ask timidly.

It's later that night and Jungkook is getting his shoes on when he would usually be taking a shower or brushing his teeth before bed.

"I just have something I need to do."

You look over at Tae from where you sit curled up in bed, your book in your hands.

Tae is sitting on the couch, stone-faced as he stares at his phone.

"Is everyth-thing-"

"It's fine."

Jungkook straightens up and sends you a small smile before grabbing his keys, wallet, phone, and black face mask.

Then he's gone.

It's dead silent for a good three minutes.

Then you find your voice, "W-What's going on with h-him?"

Tae turns his screen off and sighs, "He's just being hormonal, don't worry about it."

You close your book, "Is h-he going to be home to-tonight?"

Tae nods, "Yeah, he should be, just not until late. Don't wait up for him."

You sigh and cuddle down into the covers as the two cats climb onto you to get comfy.

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Jungkook swallows, staring at the corpse of the middle-aged man he just shot in the head, killing him instantly.

He swiftly takes out his work phone, snaps a pic, then sends it to the number that called him earlier.

A few minutes later, the number calls him.

Jungkook answers it and the man speaks immediately, "I appreciate you getting this done so quickly. My men will take care of the body."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Hm?"

"Why didn't you just have your men kill him?"

It's quiet for a second.

"Do you not want the money?"

"I do."

"Then go to the post office next to that small coffee shop, you know the one?"

"Yes."

"There's a row of potted plants. The key to P.O. box 23 is in the third pot. After you get it, put the key back."

Jungkook sighs, then he hangs up.

He doesn't even glance back at the dead body as he makes his way out and to his car.

The drive to the post office is about half an hour since he needs to get back into town.

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Jungkook looks around before digging into the third pot and almost instantly finding the key. He walks inside the dark building, squinting when the automatic lights turn on at his presence.

He finds box 23 and opens it to find a manila envelope that looks a bit bunchy.

Jungkook grabs it and locks the box up again.

After leaving the key where it was, Jungkook goes back to his car and locks the doors the second he gets in.

He has enough strength to wait until he's in his parking lot before opening it up and counting the money.

Thank god.

There's just enough to cover her next treatment even without the money he'll be returning tomorrow.

Jungkook leans his head on the seat, his eyes closed as he breathes deeply.

"Fuck."

How has everything become so messed up?

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Your eyes squint open at the sound of the door unlocking and creaking open.

Jungkook steps in, his black cap now in his hand and his hair all mussed up as if he'd been running his fingers through it repeatedly. The few top buttons of his white button-down are undone.

Your brows furrow in confusion when you see something red on the front of his white shirt.

It looks almost like he opened a ketchup packet and it squirt on the front of his clean clothes.

When he lifts his head and looks towards the bed, you close your eyes, hoping he thinks that you're just asleep.

It must have worked because you hear his gentle footfalls, then the bathroom door shuts softly.

You look over at the couch to see Tae sleeping peacefully, one arm clutching a couch pillow and the other hanging off the side of the couch.

Then you look at the digital clock on Jungkook's nightstand.

3:07

It's already three in the morning?

What was he doing out so late at night?

The sink in the bathroom turns off and you quickly close your eyes again and even out your breathing.

The door opens almost silently, and you hear Jungkook walk out.

A moment later, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead and his fingers brushing the hair from your eyes.

"I'm sorry, ____."

He whispers it so softly you almost don't catch it.

But you do.

You fight the urge to open your eyes and ask him what he's talking about.

Why is he sorry? What did he do?

Jungkook walks around the bed and you feel it dip when he gets in on his side.

He doesn't touch you, he doesn't get any closer at all.

Your heart stutters in your chest when thoughts start swarming.

Was he...

No, Tae said he would never.

You know he would never be playing you and seeing someone else while leading you on.

Your mind flashes back to when he came in the door, his shirt unbuttoned at the top and his hair messed up.

You swallow thickly.

"I'm sorry, ____."

What did you do, Jungkook?

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"I'll see you later."

You give Jungkook a half-hearted smile at his words and get out of the car, slipping your bag over your shoulder.

You shut the car door without a word, stand there for a second, then you walk up the steps and into the school, not looking back once.

Jungkook watches you worriedly.

You had been practically silent the entire morning, and he thought perhaps you were just sleepy.

But you didn't eat breakfast, you didn't beam at him when he gave you your lunch, and you refused his offer to do your hair.

Now you leave without saying goodbye and not turning back to wave even once?

Something's wrong.

But he can't imagine what it might be.

You seemed fine last night before bed.

Are you on your period?

No, you told him what your regular days were and it's still another two weeks until it should start.

But, you did say it could change sometimes...

Jungkook sees the school door shut behind you and it feels almost like your heart closing him off right along with it.

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"What happened?"

Jungkook sighs.

He knew Tae would interrogate him the second they were alone.

"I don't know."

"The fuck you mean you don't know? You did something."

"Why me? Did you do something to piss her off?"

"See, that's your problem."

"What?" Jungkook growls.

"She isn't pissed off, she's hurt. You're such a fucking dumbass. Do you know literally nothing?"

Jungkook frowns, realizing Tae is right.

Shit, what's wrong with him?

"Look, you're right."

...

"I am?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you can rub it in my face. You're right about this, doesn't mean you're right about everything."

"So what are you going to do to fix it?"

"I don't know, I don't even know what I did to hurt her!"

Tae looks at Jungkook's hopeless expression and finds it in himself to take pity on the boy.

"Ok, let's go over it. When did you last speak to her?"

"Before I left last night. Do you think she was mad that I left?"

Tae shakes his head, "No, she wasn't upset when you left, just a bit worried. She wasn't like this though."

Jungkook nods, thinking hard.

"And...what happened this morning?"

"Nothing that I know of. I woke up to her alarm and got up to make breakfast while she was in the bathroom. When she came out, she said she wasn't hungry and was acting weird."

"Hm."

Jungkook pushes his fists into his closed eyes, groaning.

"I'll have to see if we can talk after she gets off. For now, we need to worry about delivering that money."

"Are you going to do it?"

Jungkook nods.

Tae hands him the phone with the texts from Mina saying where the building is that he needs to meet her at.

"Did she ever say who was going to be there to collect the money?"

"Didn't say if there would be anyone but her, but I'm sure she'll have some goons hiding out in case you decide to jump her."

Jungkook nods.

"I'm going with you by the way."

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It's almost noon when Mina steps out from around a corner of the huge dilapidated hall of the abandoned building she told him to meet her at.

Jungkook is staring at her, hatred seeping off of him in what feels almost like tangible waves.

"I wasn't sure if you'd actually come," Mina says, refusing to flinch at the look he's giving her.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you aren't stupid."

Jungkook keeps his gaze level with hers.

"Neither are you. Where are your men?"

"It's just me."

A twisted smirk spreads on Jungkook's face.

"I thought we just agreed neither of us is stupid."

"We did. And I don't plan on telling unless you plan on telling me where your little boyfriend is hiding."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't. Where's the money, Jungkook?"

"Selling your best friend for this measly amount of money?" Jungkook lifts up two envelopes bursting at the seams, "You're a keeper."

Mina scowls at him.

"I told you, it wasn't me that set the hit-"

"Does it look like I give a single fuck?" Jungkook throws the money at her feet.

She doesn't bend to grab it.

Not yet.

"You can count it, it's all there."

"I will- later. He knows where you are if it's short a single bill."

"I'm sure he does."

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Are you going to tell ____?" Mina suddenly asks.

"Tell me," Jungkook doesn't look away, "What did he promise you for her blood?"

Mina bites her lip.

"I-..."

Jungkook scoffs at her loss for words, "Cat got your tongue?"

It's dead silent.

"I know who your boss is," Jungkook says, watching her reaction.

Her eyes fly up to his.

"I don't know his name. But I figured it out."

She bites the inside of her cheek, keeping quiet.

"You know, I understand hating someone because they wronged you. But what did she ever do to you? Enlighten me. Because right now I'm trying to figure out why someone would conspire with the man that raped her best friend then tried to kill her."

It's like someone just punched Mina in the stomach the way the air is knocked from her lungs.

Her eyes instantly water as she looks at Jungkook.

"W-What?"

He looks at her, emotionless.

"He-...he what?"

"He raped her. He took her innocence and then tried to take her life."

"But-...but he never said-"

Jungkook laughs bitterly.

"Oh, he never said he raped her? I guess it can't be true then. Enjoy your money, you waste of fucking space."

Jungkook turns on his heel and walks away, the sound of his shoes hitting the cement floors are the only thing Mina hears as her entire world comes crashing down around her and she falls to her knees.

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"Did I do something, ____?"

You sigh quietly.

It was inevitable.

You knew he was going to ask you what was going on with you.

You shake your head, "No, I j-just don't feel g-good."

"What's wrong?"

You look out the window at the trees blurring by.

"I feel k-kind of sick."

Not a lie, just not the whole truth.

"Oh. Is there something I can do to help you?"

You shake your head.

Jungkook stops at a red light and you feel him touch your forehead with his hand, feeling to see if you're hot.

The gesture makes you think of last night and a wave of nausea goes through you.

Without thinking, you jerk away.

Jungkook pulls his hand back and frowns, looking a bit hurt.

"You feel kind of warm," He says quietly.

"I'm f-fine."

Jungkook turns back to the road as the light turns green.

The rest of the ride home is silent.

"I w-want to go home," You say, quietly.

"We are, we'll be there in less than five minutes-"

"No. M-My home."

Jungkook looks at you for a second before looking back at the road, "Why? I thought-"

"I j-just wanna go h-home."

"Ok...uh, I can pack some stuff-"

"I'll c-call Jimin. He c-can stay with me."

Jungkook feels a punch to the gut at your words.

"Ok."

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"Is everything okay, ____?"

You fight the tears trying to escape, "F-Fine, can you pl-please just stay at m-my place for a bit?"

"Of course. I just want to make sure you're alright. Nothing happened with Jungkook? You don't need me to go kung fu on his ass?"

You laugh tearfully, "N-Not yet, b-but I'll let y-you know."

Jimin agrees to pick you up in fifteen minutes so you can get all your stuff together.

It's the most awkward fifteen minutes of your life as you pack everything of yours and Pumpkin's. You spend the rest of the time petting Yin as you wait for Jimin.

Tae and Jungkook don't say anything either, but you can tell they want to.

Especially Tae.

He looks kind of like a ticking time bomb; glaring at Jungkook every once in a while, when he passes by.

Jungkook just looks kind of lost and hurt, like a kicked puppy.

It makes your heart hurt.

But you just don't want to be here right now, it makes you physically ill to even think about staying here another day.

Finally, Jimin texts you that he's here.

Tae and Jungkook help you carry everything downstairs and put it into Jimin's trunk.

You climb into the front seat after saying quiet goodbyes to both of them.

The second Jimin shuts his door and puts the car in gear, pulling out carefully, he speaks up.

"Something happened."

You're about to protest but he shakes his head.

"Don't lie to me. You can keep it to yourself, that's fine. But don't tell me everything is fine when it clearly isn't."

You open your mouth, then close it again, then open it again only to burst into tears.

Jimin says nothing, he just lets you cry.

You end up rambling about everything that happened and what happened last night and how it seemed a lot like he had hooked up with someone.

Jimin listens quietly the whole ride home, only making sounds of acknowledgment every once in a while.

By the time you're done with the recap, Jimin is pulling into your parking lot.

He parks the car and turns to you, "Let's get this stuff upstairs and talk up there."

You nod tearfully.

Jimin gets most of it, and you help as you can.

When you're finally inside, with Pumpkin and all your stuff, Jimin has you sit on the couch.

"What you said sounds bad, I'm not gonna lie. It sounds a lot like what you feared."

Your lip quivers.

"But that doesn't mean it's what happened. How many times has it seemed like one thing and turned out to be something completely different?"

He has a point.

"You are never, ever going to know the truth until you ask him. I know it's easier to run away and hide, believe me, I know. But it'll never stop haunting you until you call him out and find out the truth."

You nod, "I g-guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right," Jimin winks at you.

You laugh and wipe your tears, "I sh-should text J-Jungkook, shouldn't I?"

"I think that would probably be the best idea."

"I'm j-just so scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"B-Because I've never felt this w-way before."

Jimin smiles as you mess with your fingers, "I th-think I'm in love with him."

"You think?"

You swallow thickly, "I am."

"I think he's in love with you too, ____."

You blush profusely at his words.

"W-Will you st-still stay with me?"

"We'll see. If Jungkook explains everything and all is well, I think he would like to be here with you. If things don't go as planned, you won't be able to get rid of me."

You smile gratefully at him as you pull out your phone and text Jungkook, asking him if he could come and talk at your place.

His reply comes almost instantly as if he was sitting with your chat open, waiting for you to message.

Jungkook: I'll be there in ten minutes

You sigh and try to pull yourself together.

Jimin is your wingman as he cleans up your face and fans you with a magazine, keeping you calm.

A few minutes before Jungkook gets here, Mina texts you.

You look at it in surprise.

Mina: hey, can we please talk

You reply that you would like that, and ask if you can meet tomorrow.

Mina agrees and says she'll meet you at your apartment.

There's a knock on the door a few minutes later and Jimin keeps telling you to pull it together because you a bad bitch no matter what happens.

You repeat it to yourself as you go to open the door.

Jungkook is standing there, a hesitant smile on his face.

You let him in and Jimin says he's going to go out for a bit and to let him know when he's needed again.

The door shuts behind him and you're alone with Jungkook.

You swallow the lump in your throat and gesture at the couch.

He sits down and watches as you cross the room to sit on the far end of the couch, away from him.

It hurts, but he says nothing.

"L-Last night," You say suddenly.

You don't want to beat around the bush anymore.

You're tired.

Tired of misunderstandings, of no communication, of lies.

Jungkook looks at you expectantly, listening intently.

"I w-was awake when you c-came home."

You see Jungkook's face blanch a little, but he doesn't flinch.

"Y-You looked a l-little roughed up, a-and-...and you sa-said you were sorry."

Jungkook nods slowly.

You sigh and pull it together.

Jimin says you're a bad bitch no matter what.

"D-Did you sleep w-with someone la-last night?"

Please say no.

I'm not a bad bitch, I'll break if you say yes.

Please say no.

"No."

Oh, thank heavens.

Jungkook can see the relief flood through you as you slump into the couch.

"I know it looked bad," Jungkook says sadly, "But please believe me when I say I would never do that to you."

You nod.

"I promise I'll tell you what happened, just- just give me a few days, yeah?"

You nod again, it's only fair to let him prepare himself.

"Just know that it has nothing to do with you or us or another girl. That will never happen, I promise."

"Ok," You say in a small voice.

"Ok," Jungkook smiles at you, "Do you feel better?"

"Mhm."

"Will you sit next to me?" Jungkook asks with a small smile.

You finally break into a smile as you crawl across the couch to sit next to him.

"Thank you for telling me how you were feeling," Jungkook whispers into your hair as he pulls you close.

"I'm t-tired Jungkook."

"Did you not sleep last night?"

"I just- I'm tired of us n-n-not communicating."

Jungkook tries to stay as calm internally as he is externally.

"Me too."

"I'll w-wait for you, J-Jungkook, as long as it t-takes."

Fuck.

It's silent for a bit as you two both process things in your minds.

Then you speak up again, "Oh, M-Mina is coming to t-talk tomorrow."

"She is?"

"Mhm, I w-wanted to tell you s-so you know I'm n-not keeping any more se-secrets."

"Oh..."

Fuck.

"Well, thank you. Do you think it's a good idea?"

"I'm o-okay, besides, y-you'll be here with me."

Jungkook pulls away to look at you, "You want me to stay?"

You look up at him with big puppy eyes, "I d-do if you want to."

"I'll ask Tae to bring some of my stuff," Jungkook says with a chuckle.

"B-But how? Y-You have the car."

"Oh, no I actually brought my motorcycle."

You sit up, your hands on his chest as you look at him in bewilderment, "Y-You weren't lying a-about the motorcycle??"

Jungkook laughs, his chest moving under your hands, "No, of course not. You thought I made that up?"

You nod, your eyes huge.

Jungkook pulls you into his chest with a laugh, "You're too cute."

You smile and cuddle into him.

You can't wait to make the bracelet and give it to him later this week when you confess that you love him.

_________________________

"Here's your stuff, your highness."

You laugh at Tae's irked expression as he hands Jungkook a black backpack.

"Thanks."

"So you two made up?" Tae asks, looking between the two of you.

You nod, "It w-was just a misunderst-standing."

Tae smiles, "I'm glad."

When Jungkook turns to put his stuff down, Tae raises his brows at you in question.

You nod happily.

The plan is still on.

He winks at you right before Jungkook turns back, "Do you wanna come inside?" He asks with a laugh.

Tae comes in with a sheepish grin.

Jimin ends up coming back later and the four of you have dinner together, hanging out until the late hours of the night.

_______________________

"Y-You're gonna sl-sleep on the couch?" You ask with a frown when you see Jungkook getting ready to sleep in the living room.

"Oh," Jungkook looks back at you, "I thought maybe it would be best. For now."

"Oh, uh- ok."

________________________

The next day you wake up in your bed, groggy and disoriented.

Then you remember that Jungkook is here.

You stumble out of bed and out into the living room to see Jungkook sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone, his hair a bit messed up from his sleep.

It makes your heart melt.

"G-Good morning, Kook."

Jungkook turns to see you standing there cutely, in nothing but a giant t-shirt that goes down to your knees.

Your eyes are sleepy and your hair is a tangle of knots.

"Good morning," He says softly and you can see the fondness in his eyes.

Jungkook stands up and walks over to you, reaching a hand out to gently push your hair out of your face.

Your heart leaps in your chest when he runs his fingers down your cheek, then cups it sweetly.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks quietly.

"Mhm," You smile at him and he feels an aching tug in his chest.

Tell her, you idiot.

"Are y-you hungry?" You ask, looking at him with the biggest heart eyes he's ever seen.

He nods, "Should we make some breakfast?"

After breakfast, you get dressed for work and come back out to the living room.

Jungkook laughs lightly when he sees your bird nest hair.

"Come here."

You walk over to him, standing between his legs where he is sitting on the couch.

"Can you get me a hairbrush and some hair ties?"

You nod and go to find them while Jungkook looks up a video he saw the other day.

When you come back, Jungkook places a pillow on the ground between his spread legs, just like the other day. You sit on it and cuddle up to his thigh while he brushes your hair gently.

Once he's finally gotten all the tangles out, he puts your hair into two messy half space buns, so that the rest of your hair falls free.

It's so cute.

"Do you have any hair accessories?"

You nod and you're about to get up when he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to keep you where you are, "I'll get them, where are they?"

"In m-my bathroom, w-white container, third drawer fr-from the top."

Jungkook hurries to the back and easily finds what he was looking for.

There are lots of things to pick from, but he decides to go with two little pink bows.

He comes back out and kneels in front of you, carefully clipping a bow onto the front of each bun.

He sits back to look at his work with satisfaction.

You're so cute it really might actually stop his heart.

"I think I'm getting better," He muses as he moves a tiny hair that was out of place.

Your beaming smile does no good to his already frantic heart.

_______________________

During your break, while the kids are out at lunch and recess, you make the bracelets.

They're simple; braided yellow and black thread.

But they are just what you had hoped for.

You place the larger bracelet into the little box you got the other day, then you wrap it with a ribbon.

You're so excited you can hardly contain it.

Jungkook is gonna be so happy!

You're sure he feels the same way.

After tomorrow, you can officially date because neither of you will be too shy to actually admit it even though you're practically dating already.

You jump up and down in your seat, unable to contain the excitement.

After all those months, you're finally gonna get to say the three little words that mean so much, and hopefully, hear them back.

_______________________

"Thank you...for meeting with me."

You look at Mina with a gentle smile, making her heart hurt more than she ever thought it could.

"I d-don't know what's wrong, b-but I hope you know I l-love you."

Mina's heart breaks a little more with each word coming from your mouth.

"I don't deserve it."

"M-Mina-"

She looks up at you, finally looking into your eyes, "It's true. I've been the worst best friend to ever exist, and I hope that someday you can forgive me."

"M-Mina, of course, I-"

"No, just-...you don't have to forgive me now, I actually wish you wouldn't. You don't even know everything."

"Y-You mean about tr-trying to keep Jungkook from me?"

Mina swallows thickly, "And other things."

Your tummy feels weird.

"W-What other things?"

She shifts uncomfortably on the couch.

"____, I-"

Just then the front door opens and Jungkook walks through with a few bags.

He freezes when he sees the two of you on the couch.

"Oh...sorry-"

"D-Don't worry, come in."

You giggle as he slowly shuts the door and places the extra key you gave him on the counter along with the bags.

"You c-can keep it," You call to him, "P-Put it on your keyr-ring, it's not like I n-need it."

Jungkook nods and puts the key on his own keyring, his eyes watching Mina warily.

"Jungkook."

You and Jungkook look at Mina, confused.

"Can I speak to you for a minute, please?"

You wait patiently as the two of them step out onto the front porch.

You assume she's apologizing for always being so mean to him. Hopefully, things can start to look up for you all now.

"It's over."

"Is it?" Jungkook looks at her with zero emotion.

"Yes."

It's silent for a minute.

"He promised he wouldn't do anything."

"Good for him."

"Dae."

Jungkook squints at her, "What?"

"His name is Choi Dae."

"Why are you telling me this?"

Mina looks at him, a few tears slipping out, "Because I'm not on his side anymore. I never knew what exactly had happened. That's no excuse and I won't try to make ____ see anything but the truth. I fucked up, and I lost the person I love the most, because of someone I thought I loved more."

Jungkook doesn't say anything.

"I'm going to turn myself in."

That makes him look at her.

"But not until you guys can get him behind bars too. I don't trust the police to do their job, but I know you and Judicium can do it."

"Is this some sort of trap?"

Mina shakes her head, "It isn't, but I don't blame you for thinking it is."

"How am I supposed to trust you?"

"You can't. Nothing I say is ever going to earn your trust. I guess you'll just have to have a little blind faith in me."

"What are you going to do to fix this?"

"You can have all that I know. His address, the name of his men, his phone number, pictures, anything. Everything."

"You have this stuff with you?"

"It's in my car."

Jungkook looks towards the door, "Are you going to tell her everything right now?"

Mina shakes her head.

"I'm not strong enough for that. I'm gonna write it to her."

"She deserves to hear it in person."

"Of course, she does, but I'm a shitty person and I want to see her smile because of me at least one more time."

He's got to admit, he knows what that's like.

You deserve better than either of them.

"Well...I'll decide whether I can trust you later. Get me the stuff first and then maybe I'll consider not shooting you in the head."

Jungkook shoulders past Mina into the house.

"Is e-everything okay?" You ask, worried at the look on his face.

"Yeah, everything's fine," Jungkook says, a small strain in his voice.

You see Mina come back in, her eyes focused on the floor as she makes her way over to you.

"I need to go, I'll talk to you later, alright?"

You stand up and hug Mina tightly, not missing the way she stiffens at your touch.

She reluctantly brings her arms around you and hugs you back.

The last thing you see is her give you a sad smile, then she's gone.

It's quiet for a minute, then Jungkook's phone goes off.

He looks at it and you see him make his way to the door, "I'll be right back."

You don't say anything as he leaves, the sound of the door closing making you flinch a little.

You walk over to the groceries Jungkook brought in and start putting them away, thoughts swarming your mind like bees to a rosebush.

Why are they both being so weird?

A while ago, you would be scared they were doing something together behind your back, but you know now that they would never. Jungkook only sees you, like you only see him.

And Mina would never betray you like that.

So, why are they acting like this?

A few minutes later, Jungkook comes back in.

He sees the counters cleared where there were once groceries, but no sign of you.

He had gone to get the information from Mina, but he didn't see you leave while he was down there, so you must be in your room.

Jungkook makes his way down the hall, smiling at the framed drawings lining the hallway.

When he reaches your room, he knocks on the door gently, "____?"

Not a moment later, you open the door, a smile on your face.

"Hi!"

"Hi," Jungkook's smile appears at the sight of yours, "Whatcha doing?"

"I'm m-making something, it's a s-secret though."

"Ohh, I see. When do I get to see it?"

"Mm, s-soon," You say with a cute grin.

Jungkook nods, "Alright, I guess I can wait. I'm gonna start dinner while you do that, sound good?"

"Mhm!"

He has a powerful urge to just lean down and give you a quick peck, but he holds himself back. He isn't quite sure why.

Mina's words really struck a chord in him.

"-but I'm a shitty person and I want to see her smile because of me at least one more time."

You're standing there, leaning on the door, the sweetest expectant smile on your face.

You want him to kiss you.

You see Jungkook glance down at your lips, then back up to your eyes, he gulps and gives you a sad smile before turning and walking back down the hall.

A little frown of disappointment appears on your face, but you shake it off and close the door, ready to finish up all the stuff you're making.

"Dinner's ready," Jungkook says when you open the door to his knocking a while later.

"Oh yay, I j-just finished!"

Jungkook made tteokbokki, one of your favorites, and you gush about how good it is the entire time you're eating.

Jungkook laughs, "I feel like you eat the same stuff all the time, I'm gonna need to introduce you to more dishes."

You agree that you'll try whatever he gives you, much to his amusement.

After dinner, you gather the dishes and bring them to the sink, but you only just turn the water on when you feel Jungkook press into you from behind, his strong chest right up against your back and his arms reaching around to circle your middle.

"Why are you doing the dishes, silly?"

"B-Because they n-need to be cleaned," You state matter-of-factly, trying not to let your erratic breathing be heard.

You hear a deep chuckle and your heart stops in your chest, "I can do them."

"You m-made dinner."

"And?"

"And y-you're the guest."

You feel a soft kiss on the back of your head, "Let's do them together, hm?"

"Ok."

You're about to say you can wash and he can dry when you feel him take your hands and move them with his to start cleaning the dishes.

A giggle slips out of your mouth at how silly he is, and you feel like you can feel the smile radiating off of him.

By the time you're done with the dishes, you've got soapy suds on your face from when he booped your nose, purposely getting bubbles on you. Jungkook has also got some suds on his cheek from when you found an opportunity to retaliate.

Jungkook turns you around so you're facing him, your lower back leaning against the sink.

Your heart races in your chest when he leans down and presses his nose to yours, getting bubbles on himself before gently slotting his mouth with yours.

You kiss him back, standing up on your tippytoes to reach your arms around his neck, holding him close as he keeps a soft grip on your hips.

When Jungkook pulls away to get a breath, you resist the urge to just say it.

Those three little words.

You want to wait until you can give him the bracelet tomorrow.

"____, I-"

Jungkook cuts himself off, staring into your eyes with an almost pained expression.

You frown at the anxiety flowing from him, "W-What's wrong? Are y-you hurt?"

Jungkook shakes his head.

He wishes he was.

If only it were as simple as that.

If only you could hurt him instead of him hurting you.

Will you ever forgive him?

"I just-"

Once again, he can't find the words.

Your big eyes are searching his as he struggles to speak.

"You c-can tell me an-anything, Kook. You know th-that."

He nods sadly.

"____?"

"Yes?"

"Will you please promise me something?"

You nod.

"Please promise me that you see me."

"W-What-"

Jungkook places a finger on your lips to quiet you.

"I need you to know that I only see you, and I will only ever see you. No matter what happens, ____, please. Please know me."

"J-Jungkook, what are you on a-about? What's g-going to happen?"

Jungkook gulps, "Just- promise me. Promise me that you'll see me."

"I-"

You're looking into his eyes, confused beyond words.

"I p-promise."

Jungkook closes his eyes, breathing in deep before looking at you again.

He leans forward and kisses your forehead, "Thank you," He whispers.

Just as you start to pull back to look at him, Jungkook pulls you closer into his chest, holding you tight.

He's holding you as though if he were to let go you would just float away.

You don't resist though, you just wrap your arms around his middle and let him hold you.

____________

The next morning, you wake up ready for the day.

You get dressed quickly and run out to see Jungkook sitting on the couch, talking lowly to someone on the phone.

"Yeah, that's what she said."

You don't know why, but you don't let yourself be heard.

Not yet.

You freeze and don't make a sound.

"Yeah, I know. I don't know why she suddenly wants to help. Seems too good to be true."

You furrow your brows.

Who wants to help with what?

Maybe he's just talking about work.

"That's what I was thinking..."

You turn to go back into the room, feeling bad that you were just eavesdropping. You're sure he would never do that to you.

"I don't want to lose her."

Those words make you pause.

You turn back to see Jungkook rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

"I know. Thanks, hyung."

You bolt to the back before he can turn and see you.

But you must have made some kind of sound because you hear him call out to you the second you reach your room.

"____?"

You turn back to see him looking at you curiously.

"I didn't know you were up."

"Oh, I- I j-just woke up-..."

Your voice fades away with your confidence as he looks at you.

You know he didn't fall for that, you're not even in your pajamas anymore.

Jungkook doesn't say anything though, he just gives you a weak smile.

"Can I drive you to work?"

You smile and nod, "I'd l-like that."

Jungkook sighs as he watches you walk into the school.

He doesn't know why, but he's got a bad feeling.

That something is going to change, something between the two of you.

But he can't pinpoint where the feeling is coming from.

You wave to him before disappearing into the school doors.

Jungkook sits there for a while longer before snapping out of it and driving away.

Namjoon hyung told him he had found the person that did the hit, that it was easy.

They checked, and it's the same information that Mina gave to him.

Is she really on their side now? Or is this all some elaborate trick?

You're in your room, pacing back and forth.

Do I do it?

No.

No, I can't.

Wait no, I need to.

If I don't do it now, I might never do it.

The box with the black and yellow bracelet in it is getting wet from your sweaty hands, so you set it on the bed so you can keep pacing.

Jungkook isn't here right now, he went to talk to Tae about something earlier. But Tae texted you a few minutes ago to tell you that Jungkook is on the way back to you.

Then he wished you luck.

Ohhhh, you're gonna puke.

You're so nervous it's not even funny.

After a few more minutes of pacing, suddenly the sound of the front door is catapulting you out of your thoughts.

Oh no.

He's back.

I'm not ready.

I'm not-

"____?"

You flinch at the sound of his voice, then you run out of your room and right smack into his hard chest.

He was coming down the hall to check on you when you came barreling out of the room like a battering ram.

You feel his hands rest on your lower back as he catches you, a chuckle slipping from his lips.

"Running late?"

You gulp and shake your head.

Jungkook smiles at your wide-eyed expression and brushes the hair from your face.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Good."

You sit there for a second, then you clear your throat.

"Um, c-can you pl-please sit on the co-couch?"

Jungkook's smile is so warm and comforting that you feel all the anxiety melt away.

"Of course."

He lets go of you and turns to make his way back to the living room.

Once he's out of sight, you run back to your room and grab the box, then you scurry out into the living room.

You see Jungkook sitting on the couch, looking at his phone.

He looks up and smiles at you as you come closer, your hands behind your back.

Once you are right in front of him, you take the box from behind your back and hold it out to him.

"I um- I m-made this for yo-you."

Jungkook's eyes glisten as he takes the box from your hands gently.

"Thank you," He breathes.

He hasn't even opened it yet and he looks like he's close to tears.

That thought brings another random one to mind; he's seen you cry a million times and you've never seen him shed a single tear.

Jungkook opens the box to see the black and yellow bracelet you made.

He takes it out and holds it out to you, "Will you help me put it on?"

You take it and clasp it around his wrist with the little metal clasps you attached to the ends.

Jungkook brings it closer to his face and you see him swallow harshly.

"Thank you so much, ____. I love it."

"Y-You're welcome, I have a m-matching one," You hold out your wrist and he sees an identical bracelet there.

You see him blink rapidly before standing up and pulling you into a hug, "Thank you, I- I don't even know what to say."

You giggle softly, "J-Just don't m-make me feel this on my own."

Jungkook smiles when you say his words from a while ago back to him.

He pulls away and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

Say it, ____.

"J-Jungkook..."

"Yes?"

"I-"

The way he's looking into your eyes makes your fluttering heart calm down and you're no longer worried that he's going to reject you.

"I lo-"

*knock knock knock*

You and Jungkook turn your heads toward the door when the unexpected noise sounds.

It isn't Tae and it isn't Jimin, they both know what you're trying to do right now.

Who could it be?

"____, please open the door. I need to talk to you."

Oh, it's Mina.

Jungkook looks at you and you look back apologetically.

He gives you a knowing smile and whispers that he'll wait in your room until she leaves.

You sigh after he walks away down the hall, then you walk over to the door and open it to see a tearful Mina.

"M-Mina, w-what on earth is wrong?"

Her face is gaunt, with dark circles under her eyes as she wipes at the deluge pouring down her face.

"Can I please come in?"

You nod and step aside so she can come in.

"Mina-"

"Just let me talk, please. Don't say anything until I'm done."

You nod, staying silent as you shut the door.

"____, I don't want you to ever forgive me."

You bite your lip to keep yourself from asking anything.

"I did something horrible, and I don't deserve your forgiveness."

Your stomach sinks as she starts blurting out everything.

"I helped him, ____. I didn't know. I didn't know what he had done to you that night, I thought I was in love with him, but now I know it was never love."

What is she saying?

"I know you don't remember, and I'm so sorry that I took advantage of that."

"Mina-"

"I love you, I swear. I was sick in the head, I wasn't thinking. All I could think about was him."

"Who-"

"Dae."

You furrow your brows.

You don't know that name.

Mina sees the confusion on your face.

"He was the one that was responsible for you losing your memory."

You look at her, bewildered.

You were in a car accident, what is she talking about?

"There was never a car accident, ____," Mina whispers brokenly.

You kind of check out after that, not hearing what she's saying as she goes on and on.

But then you snap out of it when you hear a certain sentence.

"That's why I hated Jungkook. I thought he was going to mess up the hit, now I-"

"Huh?"

Mina shuts up instantly.

"W-What? What hit?"

Mina's words are so broken and quiet you barely hear them.

But you do.

"The hit Dae placed on you."

Your head is spinning.

So, this whole time, Jungkook was trying to protect you...

...from your own best friend?

You fall back a step as Mina takes a step closer.

"____, please let me finish."

You look at her and it breaks her heart.

It looks like you don't even know who she is.

"Y-You tried to g-get rid of him so you c-could kill me?" Tears are streaming down your face as you stare at the person you thought you loved most in this world.

The sound of your bedroom door opening doesn't register in your brain.

"I didn't know he was the one that was hired to kill you."

"W-What?"

Mina has never heard a more heartwrenching question.

The sound of your voice is so far away, so horrified she doesn't even know what to say.

A tear slips down your cheek as your eyes flit over to where Jungkook has just come out of the hall.

Mina turns to see him staring at you in horror.

She looks back at you, swallowing the lump in her throat.

"____-"

Jungkook's strained voice reaches your ears but you don't provide him with an answer.

You look at Mina desperately, almost as if begging her to tell you it's all a joke now so you can laugh it off.

But the look on her face tells you it isn't.

Your own best friend.

She wanted you dead...

The boy you're in love with...this entire time.

All he wanted to do was kill you...?

You run over to the sink in the kitchen and immediately start throwing up.

You throw up until there's nothing left in your stomach to get rid of.

When you shakily look back up, you see Mina sobbing her eyes out and Jungkook staring at you, his eyes filled with despair.

When he finally moves to get to you, you flinch back, stumbling over your own two feet and falling onto the kitchen floor.

You scoot back until your back is to the wall, then you lift your hands to cover your face.

"P-Please. Please d-don't."

Jungkook's heart is in his throat as he watches you cower away from him, begging him not to kill you.

As if he was capable of hurting you.

"____."

You look through your fingers at the sound of his broken voice.

But all you can see is a killer, hiding behind a mask just to get your walls down.

You see the bracelet on his wrist.

You're gonna be sick again.

Jungkook takes a step closer to you but stops when you flinch violently and hide behind your hands again.

"____, he isn't going to hurt you," Mina cries desperately, "Neither of us is going to hurt you."

"____, please." Jungkook can feel a panic attack coming on.

The past months of getting to know him and falling in love with him are flashing through your brain as you hide fearfully.

It was all a ruse?

Just to get to you?

Then everything starts clicking into place.

How he treated you in the beginning, all of the secrets and hushed voices, whenever he disappeared without an explanation.

The blood.

That was blood on his shirt the other night.

He...

...he killed someone.

You turn just in time to start retching again.

The fight he had with that person in Busan...

He's a hitman.

You look back at Jungkook, nothing but pure terror in your eyes.

Jungkook can feel his heart shatter like glass, smashing against the kitchen floor.

All the trust you ever had for him.

Is gone.

Your small figure curled into a ball against the wall is enough to make him sick.

You're scared of him.

No, you're terrified...

...of him...

Mina is blabbering tearfully, seemingly trying to explain things as she apologizes with every breath.

"Get out."

Mina and Jungkook stare at you as you look at the kitchen floor, your words echoing in their minds.

You look back at Jungkook, glaring at him with daggers in your eyes.

"Unl-less you want t-to finish the job..."

"____-"

"Don't c-call me that!!"

Jungkook flinches as you scream at him.

"____-" Mina tries, but you snap your gaze to her.

"Get a-away from me. I n-never want to see y-you again."

Mina only hesitates for a second.

Then Jungkook hears the front door slam shut.

"____, please let me expla-"

"A-Are you not g-going to kill me?" Your voice shakes.

"No, I-"

"THEN G-GET OUT!"

Jungkook sees a trickle of blood going down your ankle where a piece of glass from a broken plate cut you.

It must have fallen off the counter when you stumbled.

He stares at the bright red drip for a moment, then he looks back at you.

"I'm sorry-"

"I h-hate you."

Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, then he backs away slowly, not wanting to startle you anymore.

The sound of the front door shutting reaches your ears before you break into uncontrollable sobs.

He hears your gut-wrenching cries from outside the door.

His heart has never hurt more than this.

Jungkook slides down the door, pulling his knees to his chest as your sobs echo in his brain, taking away a piece of his heart with every cry.

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a/n: so we’ve come to it at last....

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thisnoodlewritesao3 · 3 years

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CONGRATS ON 100 FOLLOWERS IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!!! YOU DESERVE IT ALL!

So a soulmate event aye? I'm here for it.

I was thinking this prompt

- A red string tied around your pinky is connected to your soulmate’s pinky (when the two of you are in a certain distance)

With Atsumu or Osamu? I have a thing for those 2 and i just love them so much and they deserve nice things and just yes.

I hope you're taking care of yourself!!!!!

omg i sort of popped off on this one and it ended up just a lil longer than i thought it would and omg. i have no words for myself at this rate. look, i will not be judged for my sudden and random love this boy, but um. you’ll see

thank you for participating! I am taking care of myself most of the time so eh ya know

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Your yearly visit to Japan wasn’t meant to be anything special. Just a trip to Japan where you’d meet your cousins again.

When the three of you stood next to each other, you could see why no one thought that you, Kiyoomi and Motoya were related. Alas, you were, much to the world’s surprise. It didn’t even help that you weren’t from Japan, so your grasp on the language was laughable. You coped and so did they.

“A volleyball game?” You quirked a brow at Motoya as he grinned widely, taking the seat opposite you and snatching an onigiri off your plate. A glare formed quickly on your face and you pulled the plate close to you, shovelling another in your mouth.

“Not just any game, but nationals.” There was a shine of excitement in his eyes and you shrugged.

“I guess I could go, not like I have any plans.” Your parents often described you as a perfect middle between Kiyoomi and Motoya; not quite an outgoing puppy, but not really hating the idea of people either. There weren’t too many things you and your cousins could agree on; it wasn’t that you hated each other, but you just never had the time to bond with them like they had. Still, when you got together, things weren’t awkward. They just… were.

“Do you ever have any plans?” Kiyoomi snorted, leaning against the kitchen counter. Resisting the urge to throw the plate at him, you settled on glaring at him.

“For your information,” you said, pointing at him, “I have plenty of plans when I’m back home.”

They both laughed. Motoya decides to cackle like a hyena, Kiyoomi chuckles softly. Was it really that hard to believe? Okay, so, sure, you didn’t really have that many friends - that didn’t mean you couldn’t have plans! It just meant that you’d spend more nights alone than you’d like to admit - they didn’t need to know that though. Not like you were going to tell them anyway.

What you hadn’t expected - from the brief description Motoya had given you on the way to the stadium - was that volleyball would be one of the most boring and thrilling things in your life. There were parts so filled with tension and passion that you could have drowned in it. And then some rallies would go on for what felt like days and you’d lose interest, only to be pulled back into it a second later.

Your cousin wasn’t the number one ace in the country for no reason; he played with a level head yet intensity beyond his years. You didn't even fully understand why Motoya was leaping across the court, or what a Libero was, or what was happening. How you’d never agreed to come before was beyond you.

But something is amiss, and you don’t notice it until a red string floats into your vision, like it’s purposefully making you aware of its presence. Your breath catches in your throat just as Kiyoomi slams down the ball.

It was almost funny that the year you decided to watch the volleyball game Motoya had been inviting you to for forever that you’re soulmate would suddenly burst into existence. You can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach, because if you’d stayed back in your home country this year like your dad had asked, then you never would have gotten this opportunity again.

It didn’t take much internal convincing for you to start following the string. Looping through halls, twisting and turning around people. Anticipation built up, one you’d felt so many times today, but this was a different kind of anticipation. A swelling in your stomach, a flutter of butterflies that had been startled awake. Something so primal, an urge inside of you, yet something so calm at the same time.

The closer you got the more your mind urged you to run. As crowds formed, you couldn’t help but think back to your parents' comparison of you and Kiyoomi (because even if you didn’t hate people as much, crowds were your worst enemy).

You pushed through, ignoring the urges of your heart because God knows when you’ll get this chance again. That was the point. You probably weren’t going to get this chance again. Not since you would be starting University, your parents wouldn’t just be sending you to another country for a month - even if it was for family reasons - this was your final chance to meet your soulmate.

God, if you’d have known that your soulmate was in Japan this whole time then you would have begged to live here as a child, but you didn’t. Especially being the older of your cousins, you couldn’t help but feel slightly more anxious.

Barely 18, ready to live your life, and now you’d found your soulmate. Motoya would be excited for you, Kiyoomi would probably offer his apologies depending on who it was.

Thoughts wracked with who it could be. What they would look like. How they would act. Sound. Talk to you. React. You didn’t even notice how close it had gotten until a hand was pulled in front of your eyes; the person it was connected to looked down at you, tears in his eyes, though seeming generally disinterested.

Your heart stopped - whether from anxiety or excitement, you’d figure out later - he met your eyes and you couldn’t help but blush.

Just as you were about to speak - make your debut moment to your soulmate - a wave of people suddenly surrounded you and you froze. Like all the air had been taken from your lungs. Your heart - previously stopped - now worked in full force. If it weren’t for the buzzing in your pocket, you might have passed out right there.

Your soulmate was staring down at you as you shakily reached into your pocket, answering the call without any question. “Where are you?” Motoya’s voice rang clear. You blink slowly, trying to catch your breath enough to speak.

“S-soulmate…” the word feels so foreign on your lips (reasonably so). He instructs you to pass the phone to him - it takes a lot of effort, but you manage, ruling the phone away from your face and to him. He takes it - albeit hesitating - and starts a conversation with your cousin.

The string looks so strange wrapped around your finger but it was something simple you could focus on. Breathing was painful, and the crowd didn’t seem to be clearing. You didn’t catch the conversation but his face shifted and he reached out for your hand, looking around quickly.

He must have seen something that would help because he weaved you in and out of the crowd towards a corner with a group of people standing in it. You didn’t recognise them, so you could only assume this is where you were going to die.

You were too busy saying your prayers when he pulled you closer to him. “Who’s that?” Asked a boy with bleached blond hair, scrunching up his nose. You were probably hallucinating - and in the off chance you weren’t, you were asking for more prayers - because the boy with the bleach blond hair looks almost identical to your soulmate.

He looked down at you with contempt, but you didn’t have the energy to care, not as your soulmate pulled you closer away from him. You could just imagine a smirk forming on his lips. Somehow, his presence calmed you just enough that you could focus.

He talked with - who you quickly learned to be - his brother and the rest of his team. Miya Osamu - your soulmate - kept you close by, still looking at you with disinterest. It didn’t take long for your cousins to find you, but even after they did, you didn't leave Osamu’s side.

Motoya pulled you into a hug and talked to you softly, Kiyoomi muttered exactly what you thought he would, “you’re an idiot.” But there was something caring in his tone.

Motoya was explaining to you that they made it to the second round, but you weren’t paying too much attention. Of course they made it to the second round, they always did (well, you weren’t sure of that, this was the first time you’d been here).

Throughout the rest of your visit to Japan you spent more time on your phone to Osamu than you would willingly admit to the boys. Considering he was from Hyogo, and you were staying in Tokyo, it only made it harder. You joked and said it would only prepare you more for the long distance you’d have to do when you returned home. You didn’t miss the sad look in his eyes. So many countless nights spent on the phone, pretending like you didn’t want to be in his arms.

Long distance was harder than you could have imagined; between opposing time zones, schedules, and just general life things, it was hard to find time to talk to Osamu. You made a promise to each other, that if you ever happened to go no-contact (whether by accident or on purpose) that you would find each other eventually.

That was what happened.

With so much work, you were losing sleep, your grades were slipping, everything was stressful. The same for Samu; he was too tired to practise, grades going downhill. You were the most worried when Tsumu stopped teasing his slightly younger brother and started actually caring.

Contact slipped until it just stopped. It wouldn’t be another five years until you’d see Samu again.

You finally made the decision to move to Japan - specifically Hyogo - you’d claim it was because Kiyoomi lived there, but really it was because you hoped for a chance encounter with Osamu.

Kiyoomi made the decision to introduce you to his team and you were met with one overly excited Miya Atsumu. The boy - although now he was more of a man - recognised you immediately as his brother's soulmate. He stepped away from you briefly, claiming he had an urgent phone call to make and you didn’t question it - you had no reason to after all.

Not until that familiar red string floats into your vision as it had done all the years ago and you turn around to see Osamu standing there, a little out of breath but so happy. You act on instinct, throwing yourself into his arms and promising to not leave his side again.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Together (USWNT x Reader)

Request: team x reader where r gets hurt (needs crutches) during practice and the team is of course really worried for her and r stops eating and is upset and takes it out on the team the rest of camp (because she doesn’t think she can make it back in time for Tokyo) but it gets resolved after reader is crying and team is there to comfort her? (maybe some christen x reader) could you also do at the end where the reader either gets named to the roster/ the first game since injury?

You stared unseeingly at the hotel room ceiling, the doctor's words rolling endlessly through your mind. It was an accident, you knew that and you still loved Ali, but the situation fucking sucked. It wicked that her tackle had been late. It sucked that your ankle had gone in the opposite direction of your body. It really sucked that you had needed surgery to fix the compound fracture that had resulted in the collision. And it Really Really fucking sucked that you would “be lucky to walk without a limp for the rest of your life, much less run around on a field,”.

You were only 22, and the doctor had basically but a death sentence on your career. The only reason you hadn’t been sent home was that your team moms Kelley and Alex hadn’t made the argument that there was no one there to take care of you. It would have been easier if they had let you leave. Then at least you would have more time to figure out how to tell them that you were never going to play soccer again.

A knock sounded from the hotel room door, and you glanced at it for a few seconds, before retiring your attention to counting the texture in the ceiling, contemplating what the fuck you were supposed to do with the rest of your life.

The knocking stopped for a second, before starting up louder. Maybe if you didn’t respond, they would think you were asleep and leave you alone. You didn’t want visitors right now anyway. No one else deserved to have the rest of their camp ruined with your sour mood. You needed to make them hate you so it wouldn’t hurt as much when you left. When they stopped talking to you because you weren’t useful anymore. When you lost the only family you had ever had.

But the telltale click of the door lock told you that the women would not be so easily deterred. You didn’t bother to look at the women as they slid into bed beside you, Kelley on your left and Alex on your right.

“What ya looking at kiddo?” Kelley asked, nudging your shoulder softly.

“Just thinking,” You shrugged, your eyes never leaving the ceiling, even as Alex drew circles on your cheeks with her fingers, sharing worried looks with Kelley. Their little ray of sun was even more cloudy than it had been when they left earlier. One of them should have stayed with you.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, trying to coax you to finally look at her.

You bite your lip, your eyebrows furrowing as you try to get the words past the lump in your throat.

“I can’t play,”

You could practically feel Alex’s eye roll at the statement. And you frowned. She didn’t understand that this wasn’t just a temporary thing.

“Don’t worry about that right now sweetie. Just worry about getting better,” She murmured, using a careful finger to tilt your head so you were making eye contact with her. You stared into her concerned blue eyes, praying that she couldn’t see just how much pain you were in. She didn’t need that burden.

“Yeah ducky, just work on getting better and you’ll be tearing up the field with us again in no time,” Kelley added, propping her head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, nodding slightly.

Normally they would have attacked you with tickles to get you to smile, but this time they didn’t. They simply sat up and offered you their hands. Even they had given up on you already, what was going to happen when they found out that you were useless to them now.

“Now, dinners ready and you already skipped lunch today,” Alex said softly as you stared at their hands in discontent.

“Wasn’t hungry,” You grumbled. The truth was that you didn’t want to confront your new reality. You wanted to stay in your little bubble and pretend that everything was going to work out fine.

“Sure you weren’t,” Kelley laughed, growing tired of your resistance to them, and grabbing your shoulder to force you into a sitting position.

“What we mean is that you’re not getting out of it,” Alex shot Kelley a disapproving look, but helped Kelley hoist you up. Her forehead wrinkled when you didn’t laugh at their antics, and instead just crossed your arms.

“I hate you guys,” You huffed, pouting.

“No you don’t, now, up you get,” Kelley laughed, kissing your cheek.

“I can do it myself,” You hissed once you were sitting upright. You grabbed your crutches and forced yourself to your feet. The crutches rubbed uncomfortably against your ribs, but you ignored it. You didn’t need any more help. You didn’t need to give them any more reason to leave you.

“Stubborn as always,” Kelley sighed, opening the door for you, and you held in your groan. They probably wouldn’t even miss you.

The ride to the dining room was spent in uncomfortable silence. Neither woman quite sure how to broach the subject of your foul mood.

“Hey gimpy, need help with your plate,” Ashlyn smiled, clapping you on the shoulder and nearly knocking you over. Kelley glared at her, reaching out a hand to steady you.

“I got it,” You grumbled, shrugging off their steadying hands and beginning to maneuver yourself towards the food table. You didn’t want to eat (what was the point) but if you didn’t, they would make an even bigger deal than they already were.

They watched you struggle for a moment, trying to balance a plate and hobble along the food table. Ali sighed, standing and making her way over to you.

“I’ll help you, this is my fault after all,” she said softly, grabbing the plate before you dumped its contents onto the floor by accident.

“I said I got it,” You huffed, looking away from the woman, frowning as Christen joined you. God, you weren’t a child. You could get a plate of food by yourself. Ignoring the good intentions of your crush, you ground your teeth toge

“Is this all you’re going to eat? You need to keep your strength up kid,” Kelley scoffed at your choice of three dinosaur nuggets.

“Like it matters now? I can’t play so what’s the point,” You grumbled, ripping the plate out of Ali’s hand and struggling to the closest seat. Christen sat down heavily beside you, followed by Ali, Ash, Kelley and Alex.

“I’m sorry Y/n,” Ali whispered. It killed her to see you so distraught. To know that she was the reason you were so upset.

You glanced up from your nuggets, making eye contact with the woman. You took note of the pained crinkles by her eyes. She didn’t have a right to be in pain. You were the one who just had their future destroyed.

“I know,” You shrugged halfheartedly, playing with your nuggets rather than eating them.

“You sound super convincing,” Ashlyn rolled her eyes.

“Well, what would you like me to say?” You snipped back, quirking your eyebrow up at her.

“We’re not your enemy babe,” Christen soothed, rubbing you back.

“I know I’m just-.” You huffed, shaking your head frustratedly. What were you? You were angry, sad, a complete and total washout now. What was the point? You paused, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. To do what needed to be done. It would hurt less in the end. “I’m tired and not hungry and I just wanna go to bed,” You finished, staring down at your untouched nuggets. Your hands fidgeted in your lap for a second before you reached for your crutches.

Your fingertips brushed the dreaded walking device at the wrong angle, sending it crashing to the ground. Just like your dreams. You shoved your plate away, leaning as far as you could in your chair to retrieve the crutch, only for the other one to join it on the floor. You glared at the items, oblivious to the worried mother hens watching you fall apart over being unable to get them on your own.

It was Christen who took potty on you, lifting the crutches off the floor and presenting them to you. “Let me help you,” she smiled sadly, and you grit your teeth. Your cheeks flamed red as you grabbed the items.

“Aw kid, don’t feel bad, we all need a little help sometimes,” Ashlyn smiled kindly. The rage and embarrassment boiled inside you. They didn’t fucking get it.

“Im not a fucking invalid. I don’t need your fucking help. I don’t need these or anything else,” You growled, throwing your crutch across the room and into the food fable with a crash, the other on suffering the same fate as you forced yourself to stand. Pain shot down your leg, but you ignored it, determined to prove to them all that you could do it yourself.

The room sat in stunned silence. They knew you were upset, but you had never ever lashed out like this before.

Christen was the first person to jump into action. She held her hands out as she approached you, as if you were a wounded puppy she needed to show she meant no harm.

“Babe, don’t, you’ll just make it worse and if you ever wanna come back..-“ she tried softly, wrapping her arm under your armpit in an attempt to prevent you from putting weight on your injured foot. You shrugged her off, taking a bold (and excruciatingly painful step forward). What was the point. You would never see the pitch again anyway.

“You just don’t fucking get it so you? I’ll never ever get to come back. That sloppy tackle made it so I’ll be lucky to walk normally again, much less kick a fucking ball,” You spat, tears finally making their way down your face.

You could feel the weight of the teams putting gaze. The heaviness that filled the room, like a wave of realization crashing over them. You kept your eyes on the floor, you hand clenching and unclenching around nothing, eating for them to disown you. For the next logical step to happen.

“Y/n,” Ali started, tears evident in her voice, but your venomous scowl stopped her. “I’m fucking useless now, so just fucking drop it, alright?!”

You attempted to take another step, using the chair as support, and forcing yourself forward. You nearly collapsed as your full weight landed on your very injured foot. You were stubborn, and you were determined to give them a reason for you to stay. You wobbled, nearly keeling over from the pain, gritting your teeth to stop the anguished cry from threatening to spill out.

You pulled yourself back upright, about to take another step away from the chair supporting you, but soft calming hands on your shoulders stopped you. “Y/n Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself, more, and then we’ll have even bigger odds to beat,” Christen murmured into your ear, hugging you back into her chest and supporting your weight as she sat back into a chair and pulled you into her lap.

“Yeah kid, fuck what the doctors say. You’re amazing and so stubborn that I dare them to try and keep you down,” Kelley added, coming to kneel in front of you, her hand in your knee.

“Plus you’ve got all of us behind you, no matter what,” Alex said, coming up behind her. A sob ripped from your throat. That was your greatest fear. That they would leave you. Your family only tolerated you when they wanted something when you were successful, so you thought your soccer family would feel the same.

“You promise?” You asked softly.

“Absolutely kid,” Alex and Kelley said together firmly. You nodded and allowed the women to hold you as you cried. You would all get through this. Together.

*****

You bounced lightly on your feet, cracking your neck as you waited for the match to start. There had been a tremendous amount of time and effort put into this moment. Hours upon hours of rehab, soccer training and therapy, but here you were in the starting 11 for the Olympic finals.

“You ready baby?” Christen hummed, her arms wrapping around you, kissing your cheek before resting her chin on your shoulder.

You smiled, grabbing her hand. The woman had been instrumental in your recovery, and though it had taken you an embarrassingly, long time to ask her out, you had sacked up. You loved the woman so much that it scared you, and now she was your girlfriend (bum leg or not). “Always baby,”

You had come a long way, and you had so much further to go. You would win like you always did. Together.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #christen press imagine #christen press x reader

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neoaevis · 3 years

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How Much I Love You/Hate you (TEASER)

Reader X Mark, Break-up!, ex-lovers!,rich!kid,arranged marriage

Warnings:Smut,Fluff,Angst,Cheating

Word Count: 911(for the teaser)

(This Will Be A Series)

:>> Heyy bbyss!! It’s my first time to ever write about a fanfic huhu I hope you enjoy this little tease and I hope it doesn’t bore you literally my first time send me a ask for some suggestions:

Plot: You were in an arrange marriage that you hate but then you fell in-love and as you were in a relationship with Mark for so long your love was endless but not until your accident that made you forget about him and how you broke up with him due to his drunken mistake.

You were 22 and Mark was 27 when you met, that day you just returned from New York because you just finished your fashion design degree in Parsons, The New School for Design. It was during a charity ball that was launched by the ever so prominent Lee family that has a lot of business strings and is especially well known for their famous law firm and your family the well-known Park family was prominent for your huge impact in the fashion industry because you family owns the most sought-after fashion brand. You were single and hated relationships,you have never been into a serious one because you promised yourself to never fall in-love after how your parents divorced because your dad slept with another woman, Mark has been in countless relationships that always broke him down and he sleeps around to forget them.

During the ball everyone was in daze to see you as you flaunt your Aadnevik French Layered Gown you were actually used to the crowd loving you and giving you praises, but you noticed there was someone that did not praise you back, you did not know who that man was but you are sure he is handsome and hot as hell, and you were curious as to why he did not even cared to talk to you as if he did not know who you were, your night was spent on drinking champagne and dancing with several men that asked for your hand but your mind never left the man who did not even bother to notice you, as you get dizzy from too much dancing you went to the balcony for some fresh air you saw the man that never even cared to greet you maybe it was the alcohol that made you so confident as you said, “My name is y/a fn/la, I am intrigued I’ve never seen you anywhere are you perhaps a son of a small time business owner?”

Mark then scoffed as to who you were and how bold you are to tell him that and made him think of you as someone that seeks his attention,”You don’t know me, those tricks never work on me anymore” he kept a grin on his face “How bold of you to throw yourself to me”

You were shocked as to how bold that man infront of you are, both of you were fighting for dominance towards each other as you were about to answer you heard someone talking to the mic your mom “Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to thank you all for coming to today’s charity ball and as you all now we had a joint ball with the Lee family to celebrate our union in our business merge and one more exciting announcement” he paused for a while as he silently told his secretary to fetch you, “I would like to present my daughter y/a the one and only heir of delacuir and the future missus of the Lee family” you were shocked by the news, you did not want to get married to someone you barely even love”I want to present to you my son-in law Mark Lee” as he went up the stage you were shocked and now you know why he barely notice you he is someone more prominent than you and no you swear you did not want to marry him.

Mark stood at the stage and looked at you with a grin and whispered in your ear “I thought you did not know me, it turns out you actually really did want to throw yourself to me” you were shocked by his word and so you just ran away. You went to the after party instead because you were too suffocated by what just happened there you saw your best friend Yuna as she ran to you “y/a what was that news about I thought you were never going to get married, your marrying the MARK LEE the litteral guy who sleeps around fucking different women everyday” you were so angry that you snapped at her “ I FUCKING DID NOT KNOW YUNA IM SOO FUCKING MAD AT MY MOM FOR ARRANGING ME WITH SUCH A FUCKING RANDOM GUY THAT I DON’T AND WILL NEVER LOVE BULLSHIT I WILL RATHER GET BACK TO NEW YORK THAN MARRY HIM” you were crying so hard and Yuna hugged you “y/a it’s fine you have me just let it out” you kept on sobbing “Yuna I can’t I’m scared my mom knew how I stopped myself from being in-love after my dad slept around why did she do this to me” “Y/a I don’t know either but just let everything out tonight and I promise you we will definitely figure everything out” you kept on drinking and drinking you were so drunk you did not even know what you were doing anymore. You woke up the next day naked next to a guy you don’t even know and you grabbed your phone that has a text from Yuna “hey babe I’m sorry I was not able to bring you home I blacked out too”

you suddenly hear a voice “I did not know that you would go into such lengths to seduce me haha how funny that you even slept with me” you recognized that voice oh FUCKING SHIT THAT WAS MARK LEE “ HOW THE FUCK AM I HERE HOW DARE YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME”

( Hey y’all sorry if it’s bad but uhm maybe suggest stuffs that you want me to add or remove, the first chapter might be released on April but huhu Im sorry kinda cliché am still getting the hang of it but promise I will make it better and I did not proofread sorry please just leave a comment😊)

(Mark is not as bad as you think they are just both broken from a lot of things)

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swarmkeepers · 2 years

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hi sola!! happy sleepover saturday beloved <3 ough many ehas questions for u but i will limit myself: do you have any hyperspecific headcanons for thi's appearance and/or childhood? not even spoilery stuff but the tiny minutiae that may not ever come up in game; also, top 5 unhinged ehas theories? 👁👁 (definitely not asking bc im curious about your angry theories but also. 👁👁)

happy happy sleepover saturday!!

hcs for thi:

they're chronologically younger but like. maturity/vibes-wise older than aierdyn! (their dad got them rebuilt/"alive" around when aierdyn would have been a toddler, but also warforged don't really have infancy. actual ancestry & culture breakdown says warforged/constructs are created mature, but in my head they do like. learn things and grow as people over time, and thi just divides their age into childhood=when they had treads and were child height and adulthood=after her dad built them legs.) along the same lines, they had wall-e like treads as a child, and their legs are much more wood than metal bc their dad had to make most of that wholecloth

top 5 unhinged ehas theories - you know the reasonable ones already so you're really getting the wack ones:

i think the person with blue skin and auburn hair walking out of iseda's office in the secha consort is a) a water genasi and b) from the water ashari and we WILL meet them again

i think the secha consort is doing something funky in the frigid bog and it's not an accident that they have a circle of sending stones here. i think we're either going to meet secha expats here or we're going to find something that they tend, like a stash of magical items or something that's keeping the bog contained the way that there's an ashari-built barrier around the wastemarsh. that or they just send people here, in which case we might find their materials processing guy before yilheim.

i have been trying to figure out nemesis's deal between the dream and the sending and i have no idea. i think the dream of being pulled underwater is not necessarily an experience nemesis has had, between not knowing her fate at the end of the dream + not being able to see her own hand in the dark. maybe seeing a way she's killed someone else (as a mercenary) or a way someone close to her has killed or been killed??

i think angry is much older than he looks. i've been trying to decide whether i think angry is not a cleric/probably a warlock?? it would go against truly everything i know about you as a person but life cleric just seems. too easy an answer for angry's whole deal as a guy idk idk!!

i am CONVINCED at least one person in this party besides thi is a construct. money's on pebble but angry or castor could also announce this and i would be willing to accept it, in that order of likelihood.

#ty jack truly going bonkers over here #sola said #sola answered #dorsalfin #sleepover saturday #thi #the hollow lands

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fly away with you

an ezra x reader fic~

rating: m for smut; virgin reader; some violence

word count: 6,780

summary: Waking up with no memory after a head injury, you find yourself in the presence of your rescuer - a handsome stranger named Ezra.

a/n: I AM SO SORRY i’ve had this fic like...finished but i just never got around to posting it. i had it broken up in chapters, but i just decided to post them all here w/ breaks to signify where the chapter would have ended. (im also adding the first two parts - so if anything seems familiar this is why!)

Ringing. There’s a loud ringing in your ears. Your vision is blurry, and that ringing won’t stop. You can’t hear anything else, and you’re not sure what you’re seeing. The color brown and green seem to blur together. What happened? Did you hit your head?

Reaching up to touch your temple, you feel wet. Your hair having been matted down with something sticky. Pulling your hand away, you look at it. Not that it does any good because your vision is still blurred. But there’s enough red on your fingertips to know it is blood.

Suddenly you smell it, your blood. And dirt. And earth.

Something else is mixed in, maybe smoke? Something in the air is foul.

The air.

You panic. Where’s your helmet? How long have you been breathing in this air? It’s the air you smell that’s foul. What if it’s toxic? Frantically you try to get up, but you can barely get your legs under you. You’re still too dizzy.

When your vision finally clears, you see your helmet on the ground next to you. There’s a large crack leading to a hole. Shards are everywhere. Some have blood on them, and you assume this is where your head injury is from. But upon further inspection, you see blood on the rock nearest you.

What happened?

It’s still foggy, but you try and retrace your steps from the day.

You had been with your cousin, whose whereabouts now you have no idea. It wasn’t even your choice to come along. But he claimed that your hands were the steadiest, and you’d be best for the harvesting. You had no idea what he was even talking about. You only agreed because your home world is the last place you want to be right now. And hey, he said he’d pay you so why not?

The ship ride over was a nightmare. It was smooth sailing quite frankly, but you’ve never been a fan of space travel. You like it on the ground. Though at the present moment the ground is covered in your blood, what a day it’s been. And you can barely remember it.

You do remember harvesting a couple of those things, you can’t even think to remember what your cousin called them. It wasn’t easy but it wasn’t hard either. You did just fine.

You also remember some arguing? Something was happening? There were these other people?

It’s starting to come back to you, but this air is getting to you. How long have you been walking? Are you even going in the right direction? You feel dizzy again and things are starting to spiral.

Then everything goes black.

A voice this time brings you out of your stupor. You can’t make out what they’re saying, but you can make out it’s a male voice. It’s not your cousin, this voice has a thick accent.

You blink several times to clear your vision again, and you take in your surroundings and this stranger.

First you notice you’re inside laying on a cot of some sort. Everything in the room is an olive green. An ugly yellow light shines overhead. It’s very dim. The space is small, it seems to be a large tent. There’s medical supplies and strange photographs on the wall. Where is this?

The man is sitting near you in a metal folding chair. He’s got no choice but to sit close to you, there’s not any room in this area.

He’s in a suit not unlike your own. His face is kind. His voice is deep, but nonthreatening. Light scruff dusts his cheeks and jaw, and his eyes are pleasant. There’s a small blond streak in his brown hair. And a haggard scar on his cheek. His kind eyes and kind smile almost seem out of place next to that scar.

He’s still talking, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. He’s gesturing with his hand. Just one. It’s only then you realize he’s missing his right arm. You feel dizzy again. What if this man is dangerous? Or did he just lose that arm in some accident?

You reach up to touch your temple again, and you feel cloth. A bandage has been wrapped around your head. And you notice, other than a slight headache, you’re not in any pain.

“Where am I?” you wonder aloud. Your throat is so dry your voice croaks.

“At last, the lady is with us!” the man speaks and this time you understand him. His voice sounds nice. That accent is so strong. “Alas, I must admit, I myself do not know where this is. But I was out and about on my harvest when I saw you lyin’ unconscious on the ground. You were gaspin’ for air. So, I took it upon myself to bring you to shelter and here we are.” he gestures with his arm while he looks around the room. That ugly yellow light shines on his face, and suddenly the light is not so ugly on his tan skin.

“Thank you,” you tell him sitting up a little. You’re still feeling dizzy, but you feel safe. “What happened?” you think aloud again. And where is your cousin?

“I heard what sounded like gunfire off in the distance,” he explains, “that’s how I came to find you.”

“I was with my cousin; did you see anyone?”

“I am afraid I only saw some bodies, miss. You were the only one I saw alive.”

Your cousin, and whoever attacked you must have been near where you first woke up. But in your daze, you started walking and missed the bodies entirely.

You were warned this was dangerous work. Sniffling, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand. Grief and shock are setting in. Your cousin is gone, and your harvest.

“I’m stuck here,” you whisper.

“Nonsense,” the man smiles, it’s a warm smile. He seems so kind. You want to trust him. You may have no other choice. “I could not in good conscience leave you behind. You have suffered a mighty fine wound to your noggin, and your poor lungs have breathed in this nasty shit air we got around here.”

He is talking so fast that you can barely keep up.

“Now, I’m sure you’re a-wonderin’ if you can trust me. And right now, little birdie, I’m all you’ve got.”

In any other situation, if a stranger called you a pet name, you might recoil. But he says things so casually, you don’t feel any malice or perversion behind it.

“You can help me harvest, and I can get you outta here. There is my offer plain and simple. You can surely decline, but if your cousin is gone, my condolences. And you have no way to get home.”

Home. You don’t want to go home. You don’t want to stay here, but you don’t want to go home.

“What’s that?” he leans forward, his eyes squinting. He’s trying to hear; you didn’t realize you’ve just said that out loud. “Where are you from?”

“Zulara,” you mumble.

He winces, clenching his teeth, “I do not blame you one bit for not wantin’ to head on back to that planet. I am currently residin’ on Anvarvis V, and I’d be glad to take you along with me.”

You sit for a moment weighing your options. You’ve heard good things about Anvarvis V. or was it IV?

“We’ll split the harvest 50/50?” you ask.

He nods.

“Ok. It’s a deal,” you nod and stick out your hand.

“Alright,” he grins. “I’m Ezra, what can I call you?”

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And that’s how you began a partnership with Ezra. You worked well together. Tuns out you were really good at the harvesting part, and Ezra’s wit and charm made him a good salesman. He brokered deals and sold the product you’d harvested for a lot of money.

You’ve been so busy; you’ve not even gone to his home planet yet. But somehow you liked this life with him. There’s space enough of his ship for you, and you quite enjoy his company.

Truth be told you enjoy his company more and more each passing day. Your cheeks warm now when he calls you “little bird.” Your heart leaps into your throat if he ever touches you.

That first week with him he touched you a lot. Yes, okay he was checking the bandage on your head, but his fingers would graze skin and he was standing so close to you.

That’s when it first started you think. Being so close, seeing his soft lips surrounded by a dark stubble. His gentle brown eyes looking over your wound.

Maybe you were just lonely. Or maybe it was sharing such a small space with your rescuer. But you had a crush that only seemed to grow.

It started to suffocate you being so close to him and not being his.

The two of you fell into a natural routine and you grew accustomed to seeing him shirtless. That first time seeing him without a shirt almost sent you over. You ached to touch his olive skin. He looked so warm. You had to force yourself not to stare.

He thought you were looking at his right shoulder, where his arm used to be. And he began to ramble on about how it happened. You were embarrassed because that’s not what you were looking at, but you listened to his story all the same. He was opening up to you.

Ezra has the gift of gab, and he talks nonstop. But if you ever have anything to say, he listens with a deep interest. You’ve never felt so heard before. He never talks over you. His constant talking if often stories or little tidbits of trivia, but after that night of him opening up about his arm, things changed.

He was almost always in a good mood, but when he couldn’t complete a task due to his arm, he’d be a little grumpy and frustrated. But after telling you what happened, he let you help him without protest.

Maybe he got the feeling he could trust you back.

“Thank you, little bird,” he always said. And the last time he said it, you know he saw your cheeks turn red.

You figure at some point he’ll ask, or you’ll admit your feelings. You’re not sure which, but both options scare you. You’ve never done this before.

Back at home, you spent most of your life in school or working. There was no time for relationships, as much as you wanted one. You read stories of lovers, you kept them hidden under your mattress. The want was there, but no experience to fulfill that big question in your mind of what it’s like.

What it feels like to be loved by someone, to be held. You always were a little shy about the sexual parts of the book, yet those were the parts you couldn’t tear your eyes away from.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Ezra’s voice cuts in. A deep blush stains your cheeks. You’d been remembering of a story you’d read where a man pleasures a woman with his mouth. You look at Ezra’s mouth and feel your stomach drop and pray he can’t read your mind.

“Nothing,” you chirp at being caught.

“From that look on your face, I’m gonna wager a gamble and say it’s definitely something clanking around in that head.”

Scrambling, you try to think of anything to change the subject. He’s watching you squirm, and he’s delighted in it. Maybe it won’t be too hard after all to tell him if he can already see it.

“When’s the next sell?” you ask, nibbling the skin off your bottom lip.

“Pretty soon,” he replies. “I will head out soon. Won’t be gone long. Will you be alright to wait here until I make a triumphant return?” he grins.

You nod, returning his smile. You feel a heat pooling in between your legs. You shift a little in your seat trying to relieve the pressure. As soon as he’s gone, you’ll do something about it.

Two nights ago, you touched yourself thinking of him. That was the first time. You’d seen his bare ass when he was exiting the shower area. He had to have known you might see, and you couldn’t decide which thought thrilled you more. But the image of him naked was seared into your mind. And that night while he slept soundly, you touched yourself - wishing it were him.

You’d come up with a dirty fantasy, one you will play out again as soon as he leaves. And he can’t leave soon enough.

Normally, you’d go with him. But this buyer is a familiar one and can be trusted. You’re not worried about Ezra taking care of himself in a fight. He’s been in plenty of a scrap or two.

But if you’re honest, your brain is so clouded with the thought of getting a release you’re not worried about him in the slightest.

The thought passes in your mind you don’t know how long he’ll be gone, so you elect to leave your pants on. You lay down on your bed in your little corner of the ship.

The main hanger is around room, your beds are on opposite walls but still in the same room. So, you can see his bed from yours, and you consider going over to his bed, but you’ve already got your hand down your pants thinking about him on your bed.

You begin to tease yourself and you’re already wet from your own imagination. You think of him naked. What he looks like from the front. What he must look like when he’s hard for you. You think of his lips, and how his hand feels. What they must feel like on sensitive skin. You think of his stubble scraping your thighs. How good his long thick fingers would feel like inside of you. How he’d be gentle taking you for the first time.

Your thighs shake and you clench around your fingers wishing it were him.

The release hits you hard, and you gasp. It echoes through the ship. Your breathing is heavy but beginning to calm, when suddenly you hear:

“Well hello there little birdie!”

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Horror floods through your veins and your heart is pounding in your head. You’re still coming down from your high, while fear spikes within you. Your eyes are wide, and you’re frozen staring at him. Your mouth is hanging open, and his mouth is curved in a playful smirk.

When tears begin to fall from your eyes, his expression softens completely.

“Little bird, I-,” he sticks his hand out trying to demonstrate he didn’t mean to embarrass you, but it’s too late. Tears pouring down your cheeks you run into the bathroom chamber and push the button to close the door harshly. It hisses loudly, and the moment it closes you sink to the floor. Cheeks red with embarrassment.

In those books you’ve read, maybe the character wouldn’t have cared. And would have let the man know what she was doing. But this just isn’t how you wanted this to happen. As much as you do want Ezra to know you want him. The shock of the moment startled you.

Ezra outside in the main hangar is uncharacteristically quiet. You can hear him rummaging around. From the sound of it, he’s taking off the bulky outer suit. It takes him a moment since he only has the help of one arm.

He’ll be sitting down on his bunk and unfasten the clips and zippers. He grits his teeth sometimes, other times he bites his lower lip. You tease him about the different faces he makes when he’s concentrating on something.

Deciding to clear your mind further, you turn on the shower. For a moment you hope he doesn’t need to take one after being outside, but you imagine he’s letting you have your space for a moment.

While you shower, you try to decide what you’re even going to say.

“Hi Ezra, I was touching myself thinking about you.”

Well. That might not be a bad way to start. But that feeling of nerves hits your gut. What if he doesn’t want you back? What if he does want you?

You mull this over in your mind and wash yourself clean. Normally the thought of being naked in here while he’s out there has sent you a thrill. Now you’re even more aware of him.

You decide you do want him. But you don’t know where to start. Him seeing you is one way to break the ice.

Gathering your courage, you wrap a towel around yourself and exit the bathroom into the main hanger. Your eyes fix upon him, and every nerve is on fire.

As expected, he’d changed out of his suit. He’s sitting on his cot in comfortable pants, a worn black Henley, and some socks. His hair is sweaty, but it’s sticking up in multiple directions from obviously running a hand through it. His right arm sleeve is tied in a knot near his shoulder to stay out of his way. He’s got something propped up on his left knee, and he’s practicing his hand strength with his left hand. He pauses when he sees you, he doesn’t speak.

He’s waiting for you to say something first. He can read the terror in your eyes as you step closer. Giving you full attention, he frees his hand, and watches you approach him slowly.

When you’re right in front of his spread legs, he reaches out a hand to grab yours.

“You doin’ alright there little bird? You are tremblin’ like a leaf on a tree with strong winds blowin’ every which way.”

You open your mouth trying to think of what to say. You’d forgotten your entire plan you’d cooked up in the shower. Now that you’re here in front of him and he’s looking at you with those soft eyes, your mind is blank.

You almost wonder if you should just drop the towel and climb on him, but you can’t help but want some romancing.

“Say what’s on your mind little bird, I see the wheels turning in your head.”

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” is all you can think to say. But are you sorry? You don’t know what’s going on.

“I’m not,” he grins, but the grin softens, and his eyes are gentle. He stands and presses his palm to your cheek. Shaking a little from the touch, you lean into his hand. “But I am sorry that my presence startled you so, and that I saw such an intimate act without your permission. I admit I was only present for the uh, grand finale as it were, but on my honor, I will not speak of this again if you would prefer it.”

Your cheeks darkened as he spoke, and you can see the look in his eyes. It’s a gentle attraction.

“I-” you start but only blush deeper under his gentle gaze. His eyes are big, he’s listening intently.

“I understand your profound embarrassment, but there is nothing to be ashamed of seeking a fine release such as that. If I may say little bird, I’m only sorry I was not the one to give it to you.”

Your eyes widen at the last sentence. You swallow hard.

This is it.

“You want me?”

“I do little bird. I have for a quite a spell now. You are, simply put, the sweetest thing I have ever had the pleasure to know, and you have brought a light into my dark life I did not know I was needin’.”

His hand is still on your face, his thumb brushes you bottom lip.

“I want you too,” you give him a shy smile which he returns, “only I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You surely seemed to know a few moments ago,” he winks.

“Ezra,” you groan and bury your face in his shoulder.

“My sincerest apologies,” he teases, “I already broke my promise.”

He’s trying to make you laugh, which it does. And the two of you share a moment of laughter before you pull back to look up at him again.

“I’m serious though, Ezra. I don’t know how to do this. I’ve never-”

“Never what?” he repeats, thumb rubbing your flushed cheeks.

“I’ve never even been kissed,” you tell him.

“Well, little bird. It would seem the honor has been bestowed to me to teach you the lovely ways of liplockin’.”

“What do I do?” you whisper, which he seems to find amusing.

“You know something, I have never once been in situation quite like this in my lifetime.”

That coaxes a smile from you, and you’re already feeling relaxed.

“I can’t say that I have either,” you laugh.

“First step, is to close those pretty little eyes of yours.”

You close your eyes, and smile, you trust him. You think back to when you met him all those weeks ago when he saved your life. You certainly didn’t imagine this happening then.

“Now, tilt your head just a little,” he pushes a little with his hand guiding you. “And open that mouth of yours, just a smidge.” He pushes down your bottom lip with his thumb.

His voice stops, and you feel his breath on your face. He smells like mint and sweat. You decide it’s a good smell.

You feel the tip of his nose first press against the top of your cheek. Then his lips gently press against yours. His tongue just barely touches your lips. His stubbly chin and upper lip scrape on your skin in a way you didn’t know you’d love this much. His hand holds your face gently, and what he doesn’t say, or can’t say during this kiss, is he wishes he could wrap his other arm around you.

Your knees buckle, and you let go of the towel that’d you’d been holding on to so tight and mold your body to his. A strong thigh is in between your legs, your hands cup his face and you pull away gasping. Your heart is fluttering.

He’s slow to open his eyes, the smile splits his face before his eyelids even flutter open.

“Now that,” he licks his lips, “was simply divine.” He leans in and places a couple quick pecks to your lips getting a laugh from you.

You take a step back, and the towel is going to fall. And you were going to let it. But much to your surprise, his hand stops it by pressing his hand against your chest, keeping the cloth from exposing you to him.

“Hold on now,” he breathes. “That little heart that’s fluttering under my hand has surely had enough excitement for one day. And as much as I would love to see that body of yours, I am not wanting to take you to bed in this dirty old ship. I would rather take you home. Since I am unfortunately missing a tool of the trade, I am not experienced in taking lovers into my bed with ol’ lefty here. It’ll be a learning experience for us both little bird. You alright with that?”

You nod, putting your hand over his on your chest.

“Then let’s get you home.”

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Your head is pounding, and you can see him. Your cousin. It’s like you’re on the outside looking in. You see the clearing of trees and two men with your cousin. It’s a standoff, everyone is frozen. There you hear a sharp crack somewhere in the woods, causing the men to take fire. One man shoots your cousin, the other steals the harvest from your cousin’s dead hands. Then that man is shot, he killed his own partner and took the harvest from his hands. He turned around to face you, and you saw his face.

It was Ezra.

With a sharp gasp, you jolt awake. Sweat is on your brow, your heart is racing, and you feel sick to your stomach. Panic sets in because you can’t remember where you are.

Looking around you realize that you’re home, with Ezra.

After your kiss with him, he got the ship ready and punched in the coordinates to head home. His home, but now it would be yours. You expressed to him your apprehension of space travel, and he took down the med pack to give you a medicine to calm your nerves.

“Fear of flying is not uncommon,” he’d told you warmly with a kiss on your cheek.

After the flight and landing, he gave you another medicine to help your lungs adjust to the air of this planet.

You were so nervous, but full of excitement! You have a new home with this wonderful soul.

The planet is gorgeous. The ship landed out the outskirts of the city. It’s nighttime so you can see it’s all lit up, and it’s blue. Every light is a twinkling blue.

“It’s beautiful!” you’d gasped. Ezra was proud to show you his home.

He was not originally from this planet; this is where he lives now when he isn’t prospecting.

He owns a small house is near the outskirts. He could afford a city apartment if he wanted, but he preferred living out away from the hustle and bustle of city life. He likes his view of the trees from his living room, which are also blue.

His house is humble. One bedroom, one bathroom, a quaint kitchen, a small table, and a sitting area. The shelves and walls are covered in artifacts and trinkets from other world’s he’s visited. You love it. It feels like a lived-in home.

“We will have to share this bed unless you want me to take the couch?” Ezra tells you when you collapse onto his bed. It’s been too long a day with all the space travel.

“I don’t mind,” you tell him, and he grins easily.

“No gettin’ to business tonight little bird. I gotta rest, you do too.”

You nod, you’re too tired for that. Though if he wanted to, you wouldn’t have said no.

You fell asleep that night with his body close to yours.

He’s still close by when you wake up from your dream.

“Little bird?” he asks waking up, rubbing his eyes with his hand. “You alright?”

You scramble out of the bed to get away from him. Your heart is beating so fast.

“It was YOU,” you gasp, tears are beginning to fall.

“Me? Birdie, I do not have a damn idea what on this planet you are referring to.”

“You shot and killed my cousin! I saw it in my dream!!”

He sits up and tries to calm you down.

“Little birdie-”

“Stop calling me that!” you cry. You hug your arms around your waist.

“Look at me. Look at my face.” He waits til you look at him, there’s no joke or smile on his face. His eyes are wide, and you can tell he’s upset you’re upset. “I did not kill him. I didn’t even have my gun with me when I found the bodies.”

You think back to when you first met him, and what you can remember from then, he didn’t have a gun on him.

“But it looked so real,” you sniffle.

“I had hoped this would not happen to you, but one of the side effects of the medicine I had given you is nightmares. You’re on a new planet, in a new place. It would not be a surprise to me if you had weird dreams. Now as to your cousin, I do not think you will ever uncover the mystery of his death. I can recall to you what I saw again if it will ease your mind.”

You sniffle again and nod.

He tells you what he remembers, and you do trust him. But that dream still felt so real.

You had been finishing up a harvest when your cousin went to look for another. Your memory is hazy after that.

Ezra fills in the gaps based on what he saw. He’d seen two bodies; one was your cousin and then another man. Your harvest was gone, and there were footsteps leading in another direction. Ezra, not wanting to get into it with this guy, went the opposite way. Which is when he found your shattered helmet and blood. He followed your footprints which led him to you.

“So, I killed my cousin,” you bury your face in your hands, sitting down on the bed.

“You are making less and less sense,” his eyebrows crease.

“You said there was a large branch and I must have tripped, so me tripping sounded the alarm causing the gunfire to go off,” you being to cry into your hands.

Ezra scoots closer to you to wrap and arm around you. He holds you close to him and kisses your hair while he shushes you.

“That was a whole tricky situation and no one’s fault. I have been in a sticky situation like that before and it would seem that people who are trigger happy need no cue to fire away. You are not at fault. Besides, if all this had not occurred, I might not have met the love of my life.”

You look up from your hands, tears still in your eyes.

“What?”

“You heard what I said,” he kisses the shell of your ear.

Crying now tears of joy, you throw your arms around his neck and kiss all over his face. He topples backwards, laughing the whole way down.

“I love you too,” you say between kisses. “I’m sorry I accused you of murder,” you laugh.

He laughs, rolling over so he’s on top of you. He kisses your face and dries your tears. You start to writhe under him when you feel him beginning to harden on your thigh.

“What do you say to some breakfast and then we come back to this bed huh?”

Feeling a little bold, you reach down to cup him through his sleep pants. He gasps out in surprise and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Why leave?” you ask, unsure of what to do, but you like touching him. You continue to, until your stomach rumbles loudly. He raises an eyebrow teasing you, even though you still have your hand around his cock. “Fine,” you laugh, “breakfast first.”

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While Ezra makes breakfast, you look around your new home. Since the house is small and his voice carries, you ask him questions about different objects, and he rambles on from the kitchen.

There are photographs of him when he was younger, those are your favorites. You’re looking at one particular photograph, when he had both arms and no blond streak. He looked like a completely different person.

Your thoughts are torn away when you hear him call your name.

“Could you reach that spice for me off the shelf?” His one hand is too busy to stop and reach. “Just set it down on the counter there,” he nods. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you smile and wrap your arms around him from behind. Kissing his cheek, he hums. “I’m sorry I’m acting so strange, I think I’m a little nervous,” you admit kissing his shoulder blade.

“Well birdie, it is no small feat to be joined in a union with another person in such an intimate fashion, especially when one is not experienced. It is a lovely thing but can be an overwhelmin’ experience. I am glad to assist and ease the knot in your belly of nerves.”

“I love the way you talk,” you smile kissing his shoulder again.

“And I quite love the way you are holdin’ me right now.”

“I’m sorry again about this morning. I’m sure that’s not the morning you had in mind.”

“No to worry. Grief and change do a wonder on your mind. I know that from losing my arm.”

“Tell me how you got that blond streak in your hair,” you murmur and lean your cheek against his shoulder.

“Now that is an interesting story!” One of which he tells for the rest of the morning. And when he’s done, you’re still not sure what exactly happened. But you laughed and all but forgot about the nerves in the pit of your stomach.

So much so that when he stands and reaches out his hand for you, you’re not sure what he’s doing.

“You ready?” he asks, motioning his head toward the bedroom. Your heart skips, but you nod, yes.

He leads you back into his room, and has you sit down on the bed. He moves around the room setting the mood. First, he pushes a button on the wall that lowers the curtains, dimming the room. He closes the door behind him and sits next to you on the bed.

“How does this work?” you ask a little timid, but very eager.

“Lay back,” he tells you. He lays down on top of you and begins to kiss your face and your lips. Anywhere his lips can kiss, he kisses. Your cheeks, your ears, your eyelids even. The tip of your nose.

Then he moves to your neck and chin and jaw. He adds some bites to your neck, and sucks on your clavicle.

“Can I?” he asks tugging on the hem of your shirt. You nod, and with his help, you pull it off exposing chest to him now. You swallow, feeling a little shy watching him eye your breasts.

You’ve never seen him so speechless. Instead of talking, he puts his mouth to use and suckles your perked nipple into his mouth. His hand cups your other breast and thumbs over your nipple. When you gasp, he sucks harder and pinches his fingers harder. Your hands fly to his hair and you pull. He growls a little and you feel slick between your legs.

“Ezra?” you whine. Your breast is shiny with his saliva, and there’s a sting left behind from his teeth and grit from his facial hair.

“What do you need birdie?” He murmurs into you flesh. His hand smoothing down your skin and gliding over your tummy and to the waistband of your pants.

“Ezra wait,” you gasp.

“Are my ministrations too fast for your likin’?” he questions, lips dragging along your stomach. He’s trying to make you laugh again, or at least relax you further.

“I-” you pause.

“It’s ok,” he smiles and kisses your tummy. “Help me?” he says tugging on your pants a little. You help him push your pants and underwear down, and you watch in equal parts arousal and embarrassment as he sees you.

He touches a pointer finger to your entrance, touching the slick gathered there. He dips inside and you arch your back feeling the drag of his finger inside. His thumb brushes your clit and you jolt.

“Now remember, I am not as well practiced with my left, so you’ll have to excuse any inexperience on my part, though I do know how to please a lady.”

“Ezra!” is all you can think to say when he slides a second finger in.

“But as it seems, you’re enjoying this regardless. That’s good,” he smiles and presses a loud kiss to your thigh. He doesn’t stop the toying with your clit. Even after you hit that first high and come around his fingers. He keeps going. Teasing you just a little more. “You are doin’ so well my girl,” he purrs.

He looks up at you when he pulls his hand away, his grin is pure lovesick. Your eyes are hazy from the high you’ve just been given, and there’s still more to come.

“I want just one more from you before we get down to it alright?” He tells you. He’s working his way up the bed, and you’re not sure what he’s doing. He pulls the pillows together, and he flops down on his back, his head on the pillows. “Alright little bird, c’mere,” he says and taps his chin.

Taking his meaning with heat covering your body, you climb up and carefully lower yourself onto his face. His tongue and mouth ready to accept your heat. You groan in unison as he makes the first lick. You’re still so sensitive from before, but wow it feels good.

Oh.

This is really good.

His mouth, of course, of course his mouth is as skilled in pleasure as it is in talking. His tongue moves expertly on your flesh as if he’s done this to you a million times. You’re coming on his tongue in mere minutes.

His arm is tight around you, and you buck against him as you come down.

His eyes open, and he looks up at you, he’s quite pleased with himself.

“Now if this isn’t the best view a man could have then I don’t know what is,” he smiles, his eyes lingering on your breasts for a beat, then back up to your face.

Carefully, on wobbly legs, you lay down on the bed, and Ezra works to take off his pants. You lean up to look at him, he’s on his knees now, naked. He’s stroking himself lazily, getting ready for you.

“Can I?” you sit up reaching for him.

“Be my guest,” he reassures, and you wrap your fingers around him. He winces and groans a little. “It has been far too long since I’ve been held but someone other than my own hand.”

He feels nice, and you have the desire to keep moving your hand until he finds his high. But he pushes your hand away.

“I do appreciate the eagerness, but if you keep that up, we won’t get to all the fun. Lay down for me alright?”

You do as he asks, and he pauses for a moment. He’s thinking.

When he gets the idea, you see it come across his face with a little “oh!” and a grin. He lays down on top of you, you’re chest to chest.

“Little birdie, I need you to wrap your legs around me? Got it?” You nod and do as he asks. From this position you can feel the tip of him at your entrance. Putting his weight on you for a moment, he reaches down between your bodies and lines himself up with you. “There might be a little bit of a pinch, but we’ll work ya through it alright?”

You nod again, and he pushes inside. He moves his hand back up to smooth your hair out of your face. He moves slowly, watching your face, kissing you more to get you relaxed. Once he’s fully inside, he waits.

He gives you a moment to breathe, then when you give the ok, he moves. His arm is up by your head now, keeping him from putting his whole weight on you and giving him some leverage. His thrusts are steady, and your body moves with him, gasping each time he hits that spot in you.

“It pains me that I cannot reach down to tease that lovely pussy of yours, but birdie, you gotta touch yourself for me. Can you do that?”

You slip your hand between your bodies and touch yourself in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Good girl,” he coaxes. “Don’t stop,” he tells you nibbling your ear. And you don’t. You keep going until you feel the high approaching. When it hits you, he’s not far behind. His cock twitches and pulses, and he comes deep inside you.

Exhaustion hits him and he puts more of his weight on you. Now with a free hand, he pushes your hand away and touches your clit again just to touch you a little one more time. That touch has you jolt, and he laughs darkly in your neck.

“Ezra?”

“Mmm?” he looks up at you, and you start to smooth his hair back.

“Can we do this again? Tonight?” you bite your lip.

“Hmm,” he pretends to think. “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Ezra!” you laugh and playfully hit his chest.

“Okie,” he shrugs and begins to blow raspberries on your chest.

You stay with him then, tangled in the sheets all morning. And all afternoon, and into the evening. You can barely keep your hands off one another. And there’s not much desire to go prospecting any time soon, not when you’ve discovered something much richer in each other.

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q-gorgeous · 3 years

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The Unworld

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ao3

HI THIS IS A REPOST jnbhgv i originally posted this march 15th, 2018 on ffn but im gonna start going through the painstaking process of posting all my fics on ao3 so were just gonna go in order starting with the first one

idk if i ever posted this on my main blog so

I’ve been drifting around this place for what feels like millenniums. I can’t remember how I ended up here, just that one day I found myself unfortunate enough to be taken here. There’s no light, no ghastly glows from any other creatures. I’ve been here so long I can no longer even tell if I’m still blinking.

This place has no real feeling to it. Just vast emptiness. It doesn’t really feel like it goes on forever, and it’s not a heavy, overwhelming type of emptiness either. The temperature feels as if it’s at a comfortable point, but I begin to wonder if I’ve just grown used to the climate of this strange place after being here for centuries. My fingertips are still cold though. That’s one thing I remember from my life all that time ago. I could never conquer the cold, no matter how bundled up I was.

I’ve also begun to notice that my form is no longer the same as when I first arrived here. I feel lighter now than I did then. Sometimes I also feel as if my legs turn into a tail as I float here. I’m not sure why that is, I’ve just come to see it as evolving to my surroundings, becoming my surroundings. I think that might be what happens to other beings who get stuck here. They get eaten and picked at by this place. Because I can’t be the only one who’s had the unfortunate luck to get stuck here, can I?

I also believe that beings trapped here get devoured because I can feel myself becoming wispy, like I’m made out of a flickery material similar to fire. Bits by bits of myself flake off in the flowing rhythm my body has taken on.

As my train of thought goes in circles on it’s tracks with no end, I realize something that I haven’t tried to do for a long time.

Move.

Walk.

Get around.

It must’ve been quite a few centuries since I’ve tried to look for a way to escape this dark place. I was still more corporeal then, still knew how to work my limbs. Would I even be able to make it a few steps before growing weary and succumbing to this place once again?

As I think and think and think, I come to the conclusion that nothing would hurt whether I did it or not. I began by trying to take a step forward in front of me but I’m not standing on anything to take a step from. As I lose my balance and begin to wobble, my legs turn into a flickering tail once again and I balance out. I begin to float forward more steadily now, as if my tail is helping to propel me.

I go on for what could be minutes, hours, or even years until I come across something that feels so alien but oh so familiar at the same time.

Gravity.

There’s a weight pulling me towards what I assume is down. At first I just quietly observe what’s happening. But then I hear something that isn’t the ever so slowly shallower and shallower breaths I’ve been taking for centuries. It’s loud and it isn’t something I’ve ever heard before. And then…

I can see.

There’s a fluorescent green glowing above me. I look at my arms, wispy and shadow like, reflecting the green light.

My escape is above me. The opposite way that I’m floating.

I begin to propel myself upwards, trying to fight the ever increasing feeling of gravity as it pushes harder and harder against me. Soon I’m clawing myself up, fingers gripping a wall, it bends against my fingers and it’s the most wonderful thing I can ever remember feeling. Something beneath my fingers.

As I make my way up I begin to wonder how I know this is an escape. Who knows whether or not this place is controlled by some other powerful being, or if this is just the last stage before my existence is finally wiped away. I just know that I need to pull myself over this wall and into this light.

Pulling myself over the wall is excruciatingly painful and tiring. I haven’t used my muscles for anything except breathing in centuries. At one point, I lost my hold and almost fell from the wall but I managed to keep my grip and keep climbing up.

As I finally pull myself up over the wall, I look at the green light, triumphant, but I notice that it’s getting smaller and smaller. Disappearing, my last chance.

Panicking, I dive into the portal, crashing into a solid floor on the other side.

My senses are immediately overwhelmed. I can feel gravity and the floor crowding in from all around me. I can smell different scents that I can’t recognize, this place smells burnt, caustic, and slightly of a sweet smell that makes my mouth begin to water. The most overwhelming though is sound. So much is happening. I can hear sets of shouts, but I can also hear whirring. The sound of electricity mixes with the sound of someone screaming and through my panicked state on the floor I begin wondering what’s happening around me in this new world I fell into.

I drag myself up into a sitting position, and gap at the sight before me. A young being falls out of the glowing, fluorescent light that I made my escape through. Had there been someone else in there with me this whole time? Had I not realized it? The screaming has stopped now that the figure with snow white hair exited the portal and collapsed.

This being does not appear to be human.

Am I even human anymore?

I begin to creep forward to ask them a question when two teenagers rush past me and collapse next to the second being to escape from the portal.

Confused, I begin to pull myself towards the creature on the ground. Why couldn’t his friends see me? Am I not visible?

The boy opens his glowing green eyes and looks at the two humans above him.

“Sam? Tucker?” He asks.

I’m flabbergasted. How could he know their names? It is nearly impossible to escape from that place. How could he happen to know these two humans?

They three have a few more exchanges before the boy is standing. He looks around and finds a reflective fixture hanging on the wall. What’s the word for it again? It’s been so long…

As the boy takes a look at his appearance, he begins to shake. He shakes his head back and forth, clearly in a state of panic.

“N-no, guys how can this be happening? Why do I look like this? Why do I feel so strange? Why-.”

Suddenly he stops speaking, looking at the ground he turns around to face his friends. He looks up, with a shocked expression on his face before he quietly whispers.

“Am I dead?”

The three look around at each other, at a loss for words in their fear. Soon enough a big rumbling comes from above and the three teens look up. Panic falls across all of their faces.

A worried voice comes from the entryway to the room.

“Danny, kids, are you okay?”

The one I presume to be Danny, begins to breathe more heavily as his eyes widen.

“They can’t see me like this. What would I tell them? ‘Your invention works but it killed me’?”

The two try to calm him down but a sudden burst of white light emits around him and engulfs him from his head to his toes. Once it dies down a human boy can be seen standing in his place, with raven black hair and baby blue eyes.

At that moment his parents rush downstairs and begin coddling him, making sure he’s okay when they see the portal behind him. They wear a shocked expression, but quickly shake their heads and rush their son upstairs. Soon a door can be heard slamming shut and something speeds away.

My mind is reeling at everything I just witnessed. More than anything I have witnessed in the last few centuries. But that boy didn’t come from inside the portal like I did.

He’s the reason it turned on.

I float towards the portal, peering at it but not daring to go inside, lest I get trapped in that dark nothingness once again.

This changed something about that boy, this isn’t something that should have happened. I’m sure of it.

I turn to look in the… Mirror! It’s called a mirror. At first I can’t see myself but then I flicker into existence and I can see what I look like for the first time in as long as I can remember.

It’s not what I was expecting. I appear translucent and wispy, my eyes also a glowing green. I look as if I were a fire so cold it were a shadow.

I once again look around the room, feeling lost and alone. I’m unsure what to do with my new found freedom, knowing I can’t pick up where I left off. I don’t even know when I left off.

I make my way up the...stairs.

I see a burst of orange light coming from outside the house and look through the window. The sun is closing in on the horizon. I try to turn the doorknob but find that my hand passes straight through it instead. Looking at it in shock, I just float straight through the door.

I sit down on the grass outside, relishing in the cool feeling of it as I wait for the boy to come home.

I’m unsure on what I should do now, but one thing I think I need to do is stay here and help this boy however I’m meant to.

Because why else would I have escaped the Unworld? It couldn’t have been a coincidence.

My memories begin to resurface now that I can interact with anything that isn’t a numbing darkness. I can feel the memories of my capture welling up.

This...halfa… escaped the wrath of the Unworld and death.

This halfa got the chance that I did not. I got sucked in by a portal whose calculations were off by a point and while I believe the same being changing experience happened to us both, he got the chance of them being right this time.

I look back at the house that I’m sitting in front of. As my memories return I realize that I hadn’t actually been in that place for centuries.

It looks like it hasn’t even been a year.

Two portal accidents in the time frame of a year.

I always knew that their sick obsession with ghosts would eventually end up hurting one of us.

But you’d think that after accidentally letting your only daughter walk right in the middle of an experiment, that they would learn their lesson. Especially after learning she disappeared from it’s effects.

But now, her little brother was now a victim of their twisted obsession too.

As I sit in our small patch of grass in front of the house, something happens. A ring of white light spreads up and around me. Holding my hands up, I see that they are my hands. Peachy, solid hands.

I look up to see my family gaping at me from the RV. Tears spring to my eyes and they exit the vehicle and run towards me.

I’m not sure what happened to Danny and I, but I know that, together, we’ll conquer this challenge.

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czarojay · 3 years

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This is going to be a long post of a long story of the very long eden i did not plan on going to today. Today i entered the vault at like 13:41 and told my friend i’d send a heart back once i’m done. I did not send the heart until after 15 o’clock.

I do vault, easy peasy, i sit down instead of just going home and that was the thing that started the butterfly effect.

Cutscene ends, a moth immediately friends me and who am i to deny a little bittle moth some friendship when they offer too? They latch onto my hand and honk. I head to eden, cause is that what they mean?? Do they want that??? I stand behind the barrier with them unsure, head back, they honk and friend another moth and then let go of my hand, offer hand and then drag me into eden. I named that moth preedenmoth

I only had like 110 stars, since i went to eden yesterday, but thats fine, because my moth sitting instincts are in place. I see a moth? Protect the moth. Do not let the moth get krilled.

In the eden social area i quickly change from chibi to tall since i had a feeling it’d be needed and boy, good choice cause this would be a NIGHTMARE if i didn’t do that. I mean this trip wasa nightmare anyways, but it was adorable???? Back to the story!

We open the door, enter, we’re in a lobby full of MOTHS, the leading moth ( preedenmoth) goes up the stairs... and jumps into the rocks, we all get flung with the wind until everything goes white and i’m back... and alone.

I head on thinking to myself “hey since im here might as well get the winged lights!” and when im by the door i see something in the corner of my screen-

IT’S THEM PREEDENMOTH! AND THEY JUMPED OFF THE CLIFF RIGHT BY THE END OF THE FIRST AREA!

So i go after the moth and get them safely this time to the first winged light and we go on and that’s when the real story begins.

another 5 moths appeared with us on the other side, cutscene ensues, i lit two of the moths and they flock to me. I lead them safely, everything good until the tubes and two krills area. I lead my moth and two additional moths and we’re sitting in the safe area waiting for the krill to pass, when two asshats barge in and krill all of us. I have never seen so many stars going FLYING at once! Then i light them by accident. And not asshats krilling on purpose, just moths who are a danger to themselves and everyone around. I lost two moths back then, never seen them even when i went back to find them again. RIP

I get my preedenmoth and the two dangermoths and we go on! Once again everything goes smooth until... The last area before the point of no return. The dangermoths follow me and then preedenmoth looses hold on my hand and gets noticed by the krill also leading it straight into the corridor and like 12 stars go flying and that would be satisfying if I wasn’t trying to lead moths safely.

Then the preedenmoth kept honking until i followed it to the point of no return. At which point i sighed heavily and went in, second day in a row, slightly debating just adding eden to my candle run route. You get a candle in the orbit, right? the saying "you can't help everyone" was made specifically for me when im in eden full of moths

that point was also when i made a discovery. the moth is so scared they wont go anywhere without holding my hand in the ouchie zone, so i simply held their hand and dragged them around which was cool really, up until the super ouchie zone. I emoted them to follow me then pointed towards the super ouchie zone and they started walking on their own! They grow up so fast! They were still super scared and as i went into constant rock fall, i caught them trying to hide behind a rock smaller than their height which was adorable and also super sad. And then they died and started following me as a ball of light. And then i died and i was super ready to go on... when we get teleported to one of the earlier moths! Take a shot every time i say moth

They stayed in the first eden area and were hiding behind rocks and scared of going n so we just honked at them either to get them to go faster or to reassure them, can’t speak for preedenmoth lmao, who kept trying to unlock higher friendship levels which was really impressive considering we were dead.

Then they started playing their horn, which :O !!!

that’s when i found out you can play instruments as a spirit when in eden if you stand close to the statues and keep you lit. So i started playing Memory(his theme), then lost woods, then song of storms, waterfall, trying to make them less scared to go on, which was super finicky considering i could only play when close to fire.

Preedenmoth decided to go on without waiting for others and i stayed one on one with the scared moth.

the game gave me the "move on ALONE without others?" and both times i said no cause i just felt bad for this poor poor moth, so i just played since since my moth left they seemed to stand more near the statues.

And, i may not be the brightest person, considering that after around 5 minutes of this, playing on my spirit piano it hit me.

I'VE FIGURED IT OUT! The terrified moth keeps standing near statues cause that's the only time i play so they stand then cause they're less scared this is so sad! Like it actually made me hide my head in hands!! EDEN IS SO TRAGIC TT-TT

To give you an idea how long it took for them to die, it would be me being asked around five times by the game “ DO YOU WANT TO GO ON ALONE “

I waited another 15 minutes for them to come to the orbit, considering it takes a while for new players to figure out what to do with the shiny child and then they were here! I pulled out the table, and tried talking with them... And they were japanese so no talk for me but we added each other! And now i have a moth named Scared Lost wood friend. We leave the orbit together after one last play of waterfall...

And i open the friend tab and send my friend the heart back. At 15:02.

every time i go to eden with moths i have a new story to tell.

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Poll Results

Alright, that’s it, i’m tired of trying to sort the answers so yall just get the big list of all the free response answers to that quiz about ofa. be aware some are less safe for work than others.

memorable ones: OfA Snickerdoodle, I’d Give It To A Cat, So You Know Vore Right?, I’m in Love With Nana, Slicey Blood Oath, and Homoerotic Sword Fight

(My answer above is how I think it did happen, not how I want it to happen.) I personally think something along the lines of a Bruce Banner Jennifer Walker blood transfusion where the OFA holder doesn’t realize they’ve passed it on until later.

a tender kiss. perhaps loving. perhaps they're dying, and i already knew that they loved me, either platonically or otherwise, and we always knew that i'd be next. perhaps they tried so hard to make sure it never happened, and perhaps that tender kiss as an apology as much as it is a gift. sure sucks to be gay i guess

Peacefully? By doing the do and making it a wonderful moment of lovemaking and passing on the future.. If we're in the middle of battle you bet your freaking butt I want them to kiss me dramatically, tell me they love me, and then yeet me away as they turn back to the fight. Ow but relationship goals.

If we're not romantic because I am obsessed with the Duo Holders ship currently, blood works fine. Ingest it or have them pressing a bloody palm into a wound of mine *shrugs* Gotta pass it along somehow

Personally, I'd rather drink blood instead of hair. It feels less gross. But I'd pass it on as hair just to fuck with my successor

Hair or blood eating, but no touchy-touchy or whatever thx.

Probably a vial of blood so it’s easy and over quick

kiss 👉👈

i would like it to be blood from an already opened wound just cause it would probably less weird, ..........but knowing my luck and because irl my sister has attempted to feed me her baby teeth by shoving it to my lips and saying "eat", thats actually how i would get ofa. ( >:/ i have almost eaten at least two teeth this way because i thought she was being nice and giving me candy )

Consider: doing one of those blood oath things where you swear to be BFFs for eternity except now you also get a quirk out of it. But lbr kissing is way more romantic and you’ve made First/Second my new OTP, so I’ll stick with that for them. <3 But also, maybe to make the kiss option more romantic First thought something more along the lines of wishing he could give ~everything he has/all of himself~ to Second which counted as including his quirk, rather than specifically about giving him the power to defeat his brother?

This is going to sound gross but all ways of transferring DNA is. Just work up a sweat and have the other party drink it. It would probably be the best tasting option which is kinda a weird thing to think about. Nvm sweat doesn't contain DNA looked it up but I don't want to delete all of this so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ maybe a scraping of skin cells

Honestly the hair is probably the way I'd want to go. That or blood. Like just swallowing it.

Look, i know realistically it was probably some desparate on-the-brink-of-death "please defeat my brother" thing and oo, magic he gets the quirk. But consider. First's last fight with afo. Second is holding his bleeding body, crying. First gently cups Second's cheek and pulls him into a bloody kiss before dying. Second pulls himself together just long enough to flip off afo, barely resisting the urge to absolutely slaughter him, knowing he would lose. He finds his successor and trains him to the best of his ability, determined to not lose another person he cared for

I mean like dead skin cells probably dont work right? Except hair works so thats not true. So like you totally could lick someone to get OFA. Like could you imagine the whole holding your hand over someones mouth to shut them up but they lick you and they somehow wind up with your quirk, like crazy. What must have been the trial and error with this stuff cause they must have kept passing it inbetween each other to figure out its dna right. How long did it take for them to realize. Like you’re eating breakfast and theres a hair in your food like ew and why am i stronger now. Overall, comedic timing for getting a quirk would be hilarious.

My apprentice lays broken and bloody beneath me as I cradle them in my arms, crying on to an open wound on their face praying the power will be enough to save them

little bit of skin like a hang nail just like put it in a sandwich and dont thing about it

Put it in my coffee.

If I received it from Nana then I would love to have received it via eating her out~ though for passing it on to others I think I would just either spit into their mouths or shove a bleeding finger down their throat until they swallow and then run and get myself killed by AfO while taunting him with "I DON'T HAVE YOUR BROTHER'S QUIRK ANYMORE! SUCK MY NON-EXISTENT DICK YOU LOSER!"

knock me out and just inject the blood. if i have to actively think abt ingesting someone elses dna im gonna yeet myself into the ocean. to pass it on i'll just spit in a cup (or in their mouth) bc im not gonna make someone eat my hair nor is anyone getting my blood

who in their right mind would trust me with a power like ofa 💀afo just looks at me funny the quirk is his. im not a mc for a reason

Sexy battle where I’m the villain, and randomly the hero thinks “I wish I could save you”. Boom I punch them with bloody knuckles and the quirk passes to me. Now the hero has to teach me how to be good again. Also we fall in love.

You know, I always assumed I would head canon it as something romantic until canon proved me wrong But these options are so varied - I had to choose the most Dramatic (tm) one As for my actual answer: a gentle kiss with full consent from both parties

I will bite a holder as a sign of affection. There's probably some dead skin cells in the arm I can swallow by accident. They are used to this and sometimes we switch the quirk around for funsies.

You know, I spent like 10 minutes trying to think of something original here, but knowing my shit luck some bastard would spit in my drink or something and cast upon me the Curse of Bone Breaking and/or.... y’know..... AFO...........

okay this is gonna sound weird but. consider this i marry a very lovely women. we are in much love. we get attacked by evil people because she is a good hero but plot twist. i am secretly her nemisis. the attackers are my minions. i wanted her to protect me because i am very smol but. my comrades were too mean. she is nearly dead. "take this" she says. she kisses me and i am one for all. fuck, i say internally, but i dont tell her. she dies in my arms. i run and become vigilante and take down my once comrades. all is not well. i die unsatisfied. i eventually pass it onto a cat in an alleyway because they are the only one who is with me when i get hit with a back alley sniper

Blood or just like. skin. You could use nail clippers to take a bit off from a really fleshy area, like just under the nail. It's that easy

Spit in my food like an underpaid fast food worker.

i have long hair so that would not be ideal, but blood seems kinda...unsanitary, but i guess it would be better if i was 100% positive i wouldn't pass on some sort of disease. so if that could be ascertained then like a few drops of blood in a glass of water or something and then down the hatch, bam ofa passed on. i know other folks are probably typing some nsfw stuff but just. no. keep it in your pants y'all.

Blood transfusion First, pick a hospital Second, steal all their blood Third, have the previous user donate their blood to that hospital Fourth, get into a major accident and need a blood transfusion near the hospital you robbed Fifth, hope either OfA will only pass onto you bc your the intended recipient, or that no one else needs a blood transfusion Sixth, get the transfusion Seventh, steal all of the previous users blood back Eigth, return all the other stolen blood Ninth, get new identities, this crime leaves DNA everywhere Tenth, die of a blood clot due to incompatible blood types (optional)

okay realistically bleeding into a cut or a drop of blood into water and drinking it would be easiest but like... what if somehow dna could be baked into like a muffin or cookie or something... like i know when cooking with wines and stuff the alcohol cooks away and evaporates out but is that process the same for like blood? like if you baked your blood into a cookie would traces of your dna still be there? basically i want an ofa cookie (snickerdoodle preferably)

no i like my bones

drink a drop of blood. it'd go down easier than hair

Something dramatic and desperate in the heat of battle like blood or something

First of all, I think First passed OfA as he was dying entirely on accident, because Second was badly (though not critically) injured and they'd been sort of dancing around each other's feelings and doubting their own worth, so First, knowing he was dying and that his brother was a petty bitch who would probably kill Second anyway because he knows that First cared about him, kisses Second with blood on his lips and his last thoughts before dying are about how he wants Second to have the strength to survive if his brother comes after him.

If I was given the option of getting OfA, I wouldn't take it. I'm a coward and being given something like that is a death sentence.

If it was forced, probably ingesting the previous users blood, because blood is a lot easier to choke down than hair.

If I already had it and had to pass it on, I would want it to be something suitably dramatic like collapsing on the doorstep of a trusted loved one and explaining with my dying breath who killed me and why and then raising my blood covered hand to their face like I was going to caress their cheek only for them to taste blood. They cry and try to get me take it back and when I finally die they swear vengeance over my slowly cooling corpse.

Pass it on in a non-life threatening scenario where I decide I actually don’t like the weird bone breaking power a random person gave me as they were dying and wish I could pass it to someone else and through a weird set of circumstances end up accidentally cooking some of my own hair into brownies I was making because I shed like a dog and passing it to my new neighbor I came to welcome to the neighborhood.

Either drinking a glass of milk with their saliva (no icky hair taste), or an epic sharing of blood while clasping hands like knights in a noble brotherhood!

not by eating all mights long ass hair thats for sure, why did he give midoriya one of the longest ones he had, he has shorter hair right there on the back of his head. not to mention the fact of like how i would prefer to recieve it or give it away which would be just, fucking sharing a pop or something and swaping it through the backwash??? less nasty than hair and not as weird as the other options for spit which is like straight up spitting in a drink or the other persons mouth outside of kissing. if someone told me i had to eat their hair i would straight up say no thanks, cheers for the fitness glow up tho homie

I want nana 2 kiss me, on.,, the m,,,.."#*(@÷out.h pretty lady.,

Q-tip to the inside of the cheek

Those blood pacts where you slice your hands open and do a little handshake thing. Not very creative, but idk it just appeals to me

Via consumption of blood, babey

I would want it to be with a maybe maybe not homoerotic sword fight in a Wendy's parking lot, preferably while we are both being impaled on each other's swords. The sweet pain of almost dying is a very intense moment to share isn't it?

Sweet love

Hair

If it's someone cute, a kiss. Otherwise I'd probably just swallow a hair with some water.

i'd just like. spit in their water bottle. if thats not enough dna i guess licking a paper cut it is. hair is bad idwa bc it doesn't digest and can get wrapped up in things. and like. im too aroace for kissing and such

Last option, cause first is sexy as hell

okay you know what vore is, right. and you know how blood and organ transfusions work? well...

Not at all, like?? I enjoy being alive and not having my body destroyed thank you. Literally everyone with OfA died young-ish or has suffered debilitating injuries bc of it. Like Midoriya's bones are powder, and we don't even need to go into All Might's medical history. Like thanks but no thanks no freaky dna ingestion 4 me

Had a open cut from a can lid and ofa holder had an open cut. While lamenting about fins a successor.

Blood

Assuming we can bypass the rules of canon, it would be funny as fuck is OFA was passed on by intentional physical contact. So yes, a smooch for First and Second (and Second and Third) but also. Bitchslap of destiny. Nana giving her protege one last hug. All Might ruffles Mido’s hair like a dad to pass it on. I’m sure you get it

Bleeding over an open wound

lil bit of spit in a milkshake.

I hold their hand Platonically but it's summer and we're both sweaty and they're a little loopy and having weird thoughts due to dehydration and heat lmao, literally hanging around anyone for any extended period of time guarantees you accidentally ingest SOME of their dna. Dead skin cells are floating through the air ~constantly~ and if you have a friend I promise you've inhaled their dead skin cells before. Have fun with that knowledge!!

ok so like deffo a kiss, but in canon people get weird biological urges for using their quirks, like bby Toga drinking bird blood. First has had a LOT of "spit in their drink" intrusive thoughts over the years. immediately post first-kiss he is mystified that his intrusive thoughts have disappeared entirely, but then BAM it seems that second has the stockpile now, and with it, a preoccupation with vampire lore

drink from the same water bottle?

“EAT THIS!”

Pass it on by making them lick my arm because that would make them rly uncomfortable, passed to me by spiting in my 20oz Red Bull and then chugging it

#aaaand done #this was going to be like. nicely organized in a couple different ways and i still might #but out of slots for that today so

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