#except that fucking echo one still gets me every time for some reason lol
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so this video was interesting to me for a lot of reasons. i definitely liked it more, i think, than tommy and foolish's but i think that's also bc so much more happened.
first off, i think the girls did excellent for their first investigation. they weren't too freaked out, even tho they had every right to be, and i liked their overall presence in the video. they seem pretty cool :)
now… as for the place they went to….
ngl, it seemed a bit freaky, for sure. i'm a little confused how all of the documentation of a place can be burned and yet ppl still know everything about it, but i digress lol
god knows there's probably some stuff that slipped thru the cracks and found it's way into history books.
i think the main issue i had with this video is the lack of physical evidence. i'm not one to discount other ppl's experiences. i believe them all when they say they felt something was there, or was watching them, or they saw something that the camera didn't catch. i'm not gonna argue that.
what i am gonna argue is this: if you truly feel like you are hearing things when no one else is, feeling touched or pressure on your body…. leave. step outside and center yourself. and if it seems to be a reoccurring issue, don't stay there. i feel terrible for niki bc she was getting the worse of it. but girl… walk outside. there's no way i would be chilling in a set of caves allowing ghosts to cop a feel for an hour lol i would be such a bitch about it, they would want me out of those caves asap.
but she's nicer than me so i get why she stayed.
i just feel like in places like that, where it's mostly feelings rather than evidence like devices going off, it becomes an echo chamber. one person freaks out, and bc you care about them, you start freaking out as well. and so on and so forth. and i think that's why investigations that take place in those type of locations, you need to have some form of grounding exercise or something that can center you. and not just being saged outside before walking in.
i always carry or have on two crystal necklaces that i've had for years now. i don't even know if they're real crystals, but bc they make me feel at peace, i make sure to always have them with me regardless. and i think bc none of them had anything like that, things spiraled very fast.
hell, i usually have my crystals on when i do tarot, let alone if i went into a place like this.
i don't fault any of them (except maybe snc bc they should know better by now) for not knowing what to do in situations like this. i can only imagine how fucking weird it must have felt.
the only point i want to argue is that when they were talking about "oh i feel this pressure on my chest, like it's hard to breathe"…. you're hundreds of feet down in the earth. that's gonna happen. the air in the caves is probably from the 1800s. literally body juice (ew) is leaking into the caves. it's not the healthiest air down there.
but aside from all of that, i think the video was really good. the estes methods were both interesting and creepy all at the same time. i hate when colby did the estes method and it was all sexual and pervy… no thanks. i also DESPISE that colby went into a trance for a minute when they went down into the lowest part, or hell. absolutely FUCK NO BABYYYY lol
i think the medium/guide they had was an interesting character, and i feel bad that she felt so emotional towards whatever was following them. also, it was very weird to see something want to attack colby, bc that usually happens to sam. so… i wonder why that was the case. but i have an idea as to why that happened (i'm gonna be answering an ask that talks about it in case you want to know).
overall, great video. enjoyed the collab. maybe if snc are in the uk again, they can collab with niki and gee. can't wait for the next video, which should be daz !
let me know what you guys thought about the video :)
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final (final) iswm thoughts/ramblings: everything has to begin
some thoughts following on from my dark post from sunday and this one from last night, still largely about dark, dorene, and celine, mostly copy-pasted from my discord dms with my brother :)
[re: the "celine and dorene are echoes of each other" post]
damien is likely also an echo of dorene
(or an echo of both her and engineer, who were getting pretty similar in their old age anyway)
so, when celine and damien fuse into dark... they're kind of just becoming dorene again. except that damien takes charge.
and also the manor entity is there fucking shit up, in a more direct way than the wormhole did.
...and, also... we're there.
...maybe that can be the justification for why damien kicks us out. because, once he's in the driver's seat as dark, he realizes that he and celine together are already "whole", that we're not supposed to be there.
1 becomes 2.
2 becomes 1.
and ALSO, that means... when dorene "quotes" damien by saying "life is ours to choose"...
is that technically her originating it? is she the reason damien says it?
did mark turn this phrase into a fucking paradox in itself?!
(see also: "I can't remember the last time I slept")
(which is also, just, me. lol.)
AND, AND, in my dark post that popped off, i left in the question of why dark doesn't seem in interfere in space. maybe that's partly because he just doesn't want to get involved in all that high fatality time loop nonsense... but maybe he also recognizes that eliminating the "prime mark" would be a grandfather paradox.
after all, if that mark can't go through his own paradox and cause the universe to split off, then the wkm-verse wouldn't exist. and while dark, like warf, exists outside of the rules of physics, that's a risk/rule he won't take/break.
still leaves the question of why actor!mark seemingly hasn't been fully, uh, "dealt with" like celine asked for, but i feel like that's something that might come up again in the future.
now, one last thing about dorene and celine:
you know the voiceover dorene has in part 2 in the cryo room?
"do you think she had the right idea, captain?
did she give up, or did she move on?
all a matter of perspective, i suppose."
with what we now know about dorene, i feel confident in saying this is 100% her talking about celine's choice to leave mark. a choice that was at least partly motivated by her being freaked out by the manor, if i'm remembering right. instead of trying (or after seemingly failing) to convince mark that it was bad for both of them and maybe they should move or something, she left, on her own.
she moved on. he... didn't.
(which isn't to say the events of wkm are primarily her fault; mark chose to use the manor's power to fuck up literally everyone. but her choice undeniably motivated his.)
so now the question is, why does dorene ask us about that?
well, what is the choice space ultimately comes down to for us?
to let mark go, to trust that he can handle this on his own... or to hold on.
if you pick the "wrong" option out of those two, dorene will be there. not to scold you, like on the plan k path, but to sympathize with you. to reassure you that this isn't the last choice you'll get to make. it doesn't doom everything (more than everything is already doomed); it just sends you to the start to try again.
the only true bad ending in space is any point where the captain gives up on mark, on themself, on everyone, and stops watching, moves on before resolving the paradox.
"thank you for, uh, not giving up on me."
space isn't a story about undoing the mistakes of the past. every time you jump universes, whether you go forward or backward in time, the one you left behind is still fucked. there's no restoring the sanctity of the universe. there's no returning dorene to the random old lady she used to be.
there's no going back/forward to undo/prevent the events of wkm in its universe.
but, as damien said, even if we can't "fix" certain things, we can still try to set things right.
and maybe the ripples of that choice throughout the multiverse will mean something to another us. another them.
#markiplier#in space with markiplier#iswm#if i have any further random thoughts i'll just add them here instead of making a new post#but i think i've had enough for now
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Cape Cod Confessions - Kevin Hayes
a/n: this one hit me outta nowhere and I blame my Philly loves @broadstbroskis and @princessphilly for enabling me 😉😘 (jk you know I adore you.) writing this one actually made writing feel fun again. I'm grateful for that. also hey, I'm writing for Kevin Hayes now! keep that in mind for the next prompt list lol.
warnings: I think just swearing. also heads up, this is an OC. I like them and I ain't sorry.
word count: 4.4K+
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The familiar scene in the yard of Kate’s parents’ summer home on Cape Cod would normally fill her with contentment and peace, as all her family and closest, lifelong friends were gathered together in celebration. Her brother was marrying his college sweetheart in twenty-four hours, and Kate had every reason to be happy.
Today, though, after not being part of such an occasion for many months due to work obligations back in Seattle, Kate felt strange pangs of guilt and discomfort. Days like today made her wonder why she had ever left Boston in the first place.
And seeing her childhood best friend Kevin manning the grill, his nieces and nephews hanging from his long limbs as he promised them he would play with them as soon as the food was finished, made her wonder why she had ever left him in the first place.
How she had ever left him in the first place.
Kate was still lost in her own thoughts when, from across the lawn, she heard a shrill scream, followed by an ecstatic, “Auntie Kate!”
Her goddaughter Neila’s voice was unmistakable, and Kate set her purse on the grass just in time to catch Neila on her running jump, all the way from her Uncle Kevin straight into Kate’s arms. Pure joy flooded Kate’s soul as she caught Neila, giggling, and held the little girl to her chest.
“My beautiful Nene!” Kate exclaimed, kissing her cheek. “I missed you!”
Neila pulled back, pushing her hair away from her face. “I missed you, too,” she said sincerely before throwing her arms around Kate’s neck again.
A moment later, Neila wriggled out of Kate’s hold and turned toward the crowd of family and friends on the patio.
“Auntie Kate is here!” Neila announced, eliciting chuckles from the adults. Except for one — Kevin, whose eyes had already been glued to Kate since his niece’s initial squeal upon discovering her arrival. He’d turned his back on the grill to find his niece holding onto Kate’s hands and hopping backwards in an effort to pull her to join the party on the patio.
Kevin looked on as Kate threw her head back in laughter, and he felt the sort of distinct happiness that he only found when Kate was near. He couldn’t stop staring, mesmerized by how radiant she looked in her lilac sundress, with her curls thrown over her shoulders… that is, he couldn’t stop staring until his brother clapped him hard on the shoulder.
“Steaks are gonna burn, Kev,” Jimmy said loudly in order to bring Kevin back down to earth. Kevin simply nodded and turned back to the grill. Jimmy’s eyes traveled to where Kate stood reuniting with her immediate family, and a soft smile found his lips.
“She looks beautiful, no?” Jimmy spoke into Kevin’s ear, more softly this time. He was always more than willing to publicly embarrass his little brother when it came to an array of subjects. But Kate wasn’t one of them. Jimmy wouldn’t dare.
Kevin only nodded, again. Jimmy squeezed his shoulder, then scooped up his little son in his arms and headed to see his old friend.
Kate’s parents, her older brother Patrick, and his fiancée Joelle had just finished taking turns greeting her with hugs when, over her brother’s shoulder, she spotted Jimmy carrying Beau.
“Baby Beau!” Kate gasped, holding out her hands as Beau smiled and reached out for her. “Who let you get this big?!” she questioned as she took him in her arms. He simply giggled and laid his head on her shoulder.
“Hello, Kathleen Paige,” Jimmy greeted, using her full name as he had for Kate’s entire life, no matter how much she had hated the Irish moniker as a young kid.
“Hi, J,” she replied fondly, leaning in so that he could wrap her in a hug and plant a kiss to her forehead. “Your boy is getting way too big,” she told him, tickling Beau’s belly and making him laugh.
“Tell me about it,” Jimmy said. “How are you? You look great.”
Kate glanced downward, tucking some hair behind her ear.
“Thanks. I’m okay,” she replied uncharacteristically dryly, switching Beau to her other arm. “It’s good to be home,” she added without elaboration.
Jimmy nodded in understanding.
“It’s good to have you home,” he agreed, then tilted his head toward the house. “Kristen’s inside. She can’t wait to see you.”
Kate beamed at the mention of Jimmy’s wife, one of her closest friends for years now.
“I can’t wait, either,” she said, just as Beau reached back toward his dad, making them both laugh. “Here, take your mini me. I’m gonna go finish my rounds,” she told him as her eyes flickered in search of the younger Hayes brother.
Jimmy retrieved his son and smirked down at her, his own eyes dancing.
“You do that,” he encouraged, teasing in his tone.
Kate rolled her eyes, but, just as Jimmy had anticipated, she headed straight toward the barbecue next, passing at least a dozen other people who had been waiting to see her.
“Hey, grill master,” she said, her hand gently coming to rest on Kevin’s back.
Her touch took him by surprise, and he nearly fumbled the tongs in his hands as he turned to greet her, his tall frame towering over hers.
“Hey, Katie girl,” he spoke, and Kate realized just how much she had missed that voice speaking those very words. She could only grin like an idiot.
Kevin pulled Kate in, his arms crushing her against his chest, and she hugged his waist as she felt his heartbeat against her ear.
“Missed you,” she said simply.
“Missed you, too, Kate,” Kevin said, his voice rumbling against her cheek. She pulled back to look up at him with a relieved sigh as he grinned at her.
And in that moment, she finally felt some of the contentment and peace she’d been searching for.
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Hours later, after the cookout lunch and the rehearsal dinner, when the attention-commanding nieces and nephews had long been put to bed, Kevin found Kate where he’d always found her on summer nights at the Cape — down at the boathouse, her feet dangling above the water, her short stature prohibiting them from actually being submerged.
“Fancy meetin’ you here,” he found himself saying — immediately followed by an internal monologue of, God, Kevin, why are you so fucking lame?
Despite his pathetic attempt at humor, Kate still smiled up at him.
“I knew you’d find me eventually,” she replied, letting her gaze drift back across the water.
Kevin hummed in response as he set down the pair of beers he’d brought and took a seat on the dock beside her.
“I’m surprised you’re not with the girls,” Kevin said. “They’re up there poppin’ bottles in the kitchen.”
She laughed softly at the thought. “Nah, just needed some time to think,” she told him.
Kevin nodded, knowing not to press any further if Kate wasn’t feeling forthcoming.
“Well, I come bearing beers,” he said, offering her one of the bottles.
With a grateful sigh, she murmured a “thank you,” and accepted the cold beverage. And that was just another item that fell somewhere in the middle of the long list of reasons why Kevin adored her — because she never needed champagne or an apple martini or a Mai Tai. A beer that matched his always suited her just fine.
Kevin was smiling at the thought, and when Kate caught him, he quickly saved face by lifting his bottle in the air.
“A toast,” he announced. “To Pat and Joelle.”
She nodded, lifting her beer toward his. “To Pat and Joelle,” she echoed, clinking the neck of her bottle against his. “Cheers.”
Kate took a long pull, looking back across the cape, and after a few silent moments, Kevin casually reached for her ankles and swept her legs atop his lap, his free hand resting on her shin. It certainly wasn’t anything unusual — anyone who knew Kate and Kevin and their relationship knew that they had always been affectionate with one another. (So much so, in fact, that on many occasions, Jimmy had muttered, “Jesus Christ, just fuck already.”) But it had been so long since he had initiated such a gesture that Kate would have been lying if she said her breath didn’t catch in her throat a little.
She sniffed and made work of picking at the label on her bottle, trying to act as cool and collected as possible.
“You look great, Katie,” Kevin eventually piped up, interrupting the silence and making Kate feel somehow more nervous and more at ease all at once. She tucked her chin to her chest with a breathy chuckle. “I mean it,” he added earnestly. “I should’ve said it before, but… anyway, just wanted to tell you now.”
She tilted her head up to look at him, and Kevin had to remind himself to breathe as she shot him her famous pursed-lipped smile, pushed to one side of her mouth.
“Thanks, Kev,” Kate said softly. “You do, too.”
“How’s work?” he asked, assuming that he’d be posing a simple, run-of-the-mill question, one that might lighten the mood and give his heart rate a chance to slow a bit.
But Kate snorted, lowering her bottle from her lips after a swig. “What work?” she asked cynically.
Kevin’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?” he asked, confused.
She cleared her throat, turning to face the full moon instead of him. “The magazine shut down,” she finally admitted. “It’s been almost a month now, I guess.”
And for once in his life, Kevin was speechless.
Kate had started working for the small, independently-owned Pacific Northwest tourism magazine five years ago — the publication was the whole reason she’d moved to Seattle in the first place. She was so proud of her photography that was featured in each issue, and so was Kevin — though Kate didn’t know it, he had subscribed to the magazine after her first photo was featured in an issue early in her time on staff. And since the monthly magazines were mailed to his place in Philly and not in Dorchester, he realized that he would have had no way of knowing about the shutdown if it weren’t for Kate directly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kevin asked gently, concern evident in his tone.
She shrugged. “Not something I really felt like talking about this weekend,” she replied, rubbing her hands along her upper arms to warm them from the cool ocean breeze. “Not necessarily something I was all that proud of.”
Kevin’s heart sank. “But it isn’t your fault, Kate,” he said, squeezing her calves. “You didn’t have any control over the magazine going under.”
She heaved a sigh. “I know, but…” she began, tipping her head back wearily, “it just feels like everything’s crashing down around me in Seattle. Half a dozen of my friends have moved away in the last year, my freelance clients are dwindling seemingly by the day because everybody and their mother think they can be their own photographer, and now the magazine’s gone. It just feels like I’m failing at everything, Kev. Failing at life.”
“Hey,” Kevin said firmly — immediately. He nudged her chin with his thumb so that she was looking straight at him, those sea blue eyes of his suddenly the only thing she could focus on, as all of her self-doubt was washed away, even before he continued to speak. “You are not failing. You’re 28 years old. This is just a part of growing up, Kate,” he assured. “This shit happens to everyone. Remember when I got shipped to Winnipeg and then to Philly so quick? I went through the same shit. I felt like nobody wanted me, like I couldn’t do anything right. But it got better. It always does, Katie. Especially for people with as good a heart as you.”
Kate sniffled, wiping at a lone stray tear with her knuckle.
“Thanks, Kev,” she said softly, followed by a few more quiet sniffles. “You’re the best. Reasons why I love you,” she blurted out before she could stop herself.
Kevin’s brows lifted and his eyes widened as he looked at her, wondering if he’d just heard her correctly.
As with the physical touch, it had always been this way with Kate and Kevin when it came to their long-simmering feelings for one another. One of them would slip up and say some shit like “I love you” or “you’re so hot” or “come home with me,” and then try to play it off or walk it back, while the other person was left reeling, unsure of whether or not the other had truly meant what they’d said.
“I mean, you know, like I—”
“I love you, too, Kate,” Kevin said without hesitation, not walking anything back, interrupting Kate’s hopeless stuttering.
She glanced at him, taking a few chugging sips of her beer, and shook her head.
“No, you don’t,” she asserted flatly. “You’ve had a lot to drink. So have I. It’s a wedding weekend and we’re—”
“No, Kate,” Kevin insisted. “I mean it. I-I love you.”
And Kate suddenly felt really dizzy, like, really dizzy, and not because of the alcohol or the day she’d spent in the sweltering July sun. Dizzy like her best friend since diapers had just fully admitted that he love loved her in a manner far more sincere and more convincing than all those other times before.
“I… I gotta go to bed, Kev. Big day tomorrow,” Kate said abruptly. She drew a deep breath, swung her legs out from beneath Kevin’s hold, and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pushing herself up from the dock and heading for the steps. “‘Night.”
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“You did what?!” Jimmy asked on the golf course the next morning, coughing as he nearly choked, not because of his cigar smoke, but due to pure shock upon hearing his brother’s declaration.
“I told her I loved her,” Kevin said. “And she told me I was just drunk, and I told her I wasn’t, and then she went back to the house.”
“I think I need to lie down,” said Keith Yandle, Kate and Kevin’s mutual lifelong family friend, as he dramatically took a seat in the golf cart.
Jimmy stood slack-jawed in front of Kevin, waiting for more.
“And?!” he finally prompted.
Kevin shrugged. “And I haven’t talked to her all morning,” he said, earning groans from Jimmy, Keith, and Noel Acciari, another longtime member of the crew. “But I don’t regret it. And I’m bringing it up again tonight.”
“At her brother’s wedding? What, are you nuts?” Jimmy accused.
“No, that’s perfect,” Keith bellowed. “You know how girls get about weddings. All gooey and shit. Just get her a couple drinks at the reception. She’ll cop to loving your sorry ass, too. We all know she does. This has only been about three decades in the making.”
Kevin hated to admit it, but Keith was right, and he knew that Jimmy knew it, too, as Jimmy stood with his hands on his hips, sighing as he exhaled cigar smoke.
“Alright, fine,” Jimmy said, putting his hands up and rounding the golf cart to take the driver’s seat. “That’s not your worst idea ever, Yands. And you know what, Kev? I’m proud of ya. I wasn’t sure ya had it in ya.”
Kevin let out a singular chuckle and adjusted his golf hat.
“Neither was I.”
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“He said what?!” Kristen said loudly from the makeup chair as Kevin’s sister Justine squealed in the hair chair next to Kate’s.
“He told me he loved me,” Kate replied incredulously, still not convinced that last night was anything more than some fever dream. “Like, actually loved me. And I didn’t say it back. Because I’m an asshole.”
“No, you’re not,” Kristen assured firmly as Justine waved Kate off. “He caught you off guard, that’s all. You’ll have plenty of time this weekend to make it up to him,” she said, waggling her eyebrows.
Justine flung out an arm and squeezed Kate’s elbow.
“Wait, are you gonna say it back?” she asked in a sharp whisper.
Kate just pursed her lips, smiling crookedly.
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“Jesus fuck,” Kevin muttered as Kate walked into the narthex of the church to be lined up for the walk down the aisle. Noel elbowed him in the ribs.
“We’re in a church, bud,” Noel muttered. “You’re gonna get struck down, and I’m gonna be standing next to you when it happens.”
Kevin barely heard him as he watched Kate approach her brother, who let out a “wow” at her appearance and pulled her in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Wow was putting it lightly. Her hair was left long and curled, save for a few pieces pinned back from her face, and she donned an elegant, v-neck, pale blue bridesmaid dress that appeared to have been designed just for her. Her makeup, though simple, was flawless, accentuating her strong features, making her hazel eyes, in particular, impossible not to notice.
Kevin had never seen Kate look more stunning in all his life. And that was saying something.
Kate turned toward the groomsmen next, her eyes immediately locking with Kevin’s, despite Jimmy’s wolf whistle and Noel’s “damn, Katie.”
She shot them both an eyeroll before refocusing on Kevin.
“Hi,” she said dumbly.
“Hi,” Kevin repeated. “You look beautiful, Kate. Perfect.”
There was that pushed-to-one-side, pouted-lip smile that made Kevin’s pulse race.
“Thanks, Kev,” she replied. “You look really handsome.”
Kevin gave her a grateful smile, then took a step closer to her.
“Can we talk later?” he asked, softly enough that he hoped no one else could hear and then subsequently give him shit for asking such a middle school question. His breath against her ear sent shivers through Kate, and his low tone made her mouth go dry.
She nodded, looking up at him doe-eyed and unable to form a single word. He nodded, too, and before she knew it, he was reaching for her hand, brushing a soft kiss against the top of it, and giving it a quick squeeze.
Kate didn’t have a chance to overanalyze his actions because the wedding planner quickly marched through the group, announcing that Patrick and his groomsmen needed to make their way to the altar for the start of the ceremony. Kate stepped forward to pull her older brother in for one last hug and a few whispered sentiments, then she smiled shyly at Kevin, smoothing her hand over his lapel as she passed, unaware of the knowing smile that Jimmy and Kristen shared watching the two of them.
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Back at her parents’ house for the reception, Kate was well on her way to a hangover for her flight back to Seattle tomorrow. Naturally, she’d been seated next to Kevin at the head table, and though the two of them hadn’t yet found time for an actual conversation, they each knew it was coming, which only increased the number of trips they’d both already made to the open bar.
After the meal, Pat and Joelle were invited to the dance floor in the middle of the yard, beneath twinkling string lights and the glow of the moon, and the strains of “Marry Me” by Train came over the sound system, filling the salty air with the peaceful guitar melody.
Kate’s jaw dropped just slightly, but enough for Kevin to take notice.
“That asshole,” she whispered.
Kevin held back a laugh at her reaction to this significant, romantic moment in her brother’s life.
“What?” he asked quietly.
“This is my wedding song,” she told Kevin incredulously, putting her hand to her chest. “I’ve said that since I was, like, in middle school. He knows that.”
Kevin wasn’t sure if it was the drinks or how breathtaking Kate looked or the feelings he’d long been pushing down finally bubbling over, now that he had let his little confession slip last night, but he suddenly heard himself say, “We can use it, too. Nobody’ll remember by then.”
Kate stiffened in her chair and snapped her head toward him.
“What?” it was her turn to whisper.
“Oh, come on, Kate,” Kevin said, sipping his whiskey casually. “Let’s not kid ourselves. That’ll be us up there someday.”
And there was that goddamn smile of hers again — Kevin knew she was trying so hard not to pull a full-on, megawatt grin, which was fine by him because he was perfectly happy with this version. Preferred it, actually.
She cleared her throat and shook her head.
“Don’t hold your breath, Kev,” Kate replied lightheartedly. But her tone was… less than convincing, some might say. Even less convincing was the way she almost imperceptibly leaned closer toward Kevin, whose arm rested loosely around the back of her chair.
And at that, Kevin smiled into his glass.
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Somehow, even in the midst of her own brother’s lively wedding reception, Kate still found her way to the boathouse. Kevin hadn’t even bothered to look for her elsewhere — once he noticed that she’d disappeared from the dance floor, he grabbed two Boston Lagers from the bar and headed for the dock.
She smirked when she heard his footsteps.
“Want some company?” he asked on his way down the wooden steps.
“Only if it’s you,” she replied, the flirtation evident in her tone.
Kevin smiled, pleased with that answer, and took his familiar spot next to her.
“Nice day, huh?” he asked, again pulling her legs across his lap before nudging the second beer into her hand.
“Really was,” Kate replied, clinking her bottle against Kevin’s for yet another toast.
They sat wordlessly for a few minutes, staring out at the water, listening to the laughs and chatter and music from the party up in the yard.
Eventually, Kevin cleared his throat, drawing Kate’s attention.
“Listen, Kate, about last night,” he began, but Kate’s anxiety spurred her to interrupt.
“No, it’s okay, Kev,” she said, shaking her head quickly. “You don’t have to explain—”
“No, I do,” Kevin insisted. “I-I don’t know if you’re getting it.”
She frowned. “Getting what?”
Kevin opened his mouth, looking into her eyes, then closed it again with a humorless chuckle.
“I meant it,” he finally said. “I said I loved you. And I meant it.”
Kate couldn’t break from his gaze despite the flipping sensation in her stomach, and despite the warmth creeping up her neck. The intensity of his stare was foreign to her — she was so used to happy, joking, jovial Kev, who never took anything too seriously. Even his earlier comment about their supposed future wedding reception had been tinged with sarcasm.
There was no ounce of him that was kidding now. That much Kate could see.
“You’re perfect for me, Kate,” Kevin continued. “You always have been.”
She blinked, tucking her loose waves behind her ear.
“Kev, I—”
“Wait, wait,” he laughed to himself, shaking his head before taking a long pull from his beer. “Listen, you gotta let me finish, because it took me this long to get this far. Okay?”
She nodded. He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on hers.
“I love you, Kate,” Kevin said. “I love you in the worst way. The most real way. Not just some fleeting, fling-type shit. I mean, I want it all with you. Everything. The whole fuckin’ thing. Ring, wedding, babies in little ‘13’ jerseys. Nice house, a dog. Picket fuckin’ fence. I want what our parents have. And our siblings. You’re the only person I wanna share that with. Ever.”
Kate was crying now, blissfully unfazed that her mascara tears might stain her pretty makeup. Though, they didn’t, because before they could, Kevin’s thumbs had wiped them away, and after rubbing his fingers together, he smoothed his thumbs along her cheekbones.
“And I’ve always known it,” he continued. “But it took you going away and coming back for me to work up the balls to say it.”
Kate hadn’t flinched this whole time, Kevin noticed. In fact, her eyes grew brighter and her soft smile a bit more noticeable with each word he had spoken. But she had yet to utter a word. He studied her in anticipation.
“You gotta say something, Katie girl,” he said nervously. “I’m dyin’ here.”
But there was little left for her to say, she realized, and so instead, she leaned in, cupped Kevin’s neatly-bearded cheeks in her hands, and kissed him like she had never kissed a single soul before. And Kevin kissed her back, his relief evident in his tender touch, in the way he exhaled softly against her mouth.
As soon as Kate pulled her lips from his, hers curled into a breathless smile, and she leaned her forehead against his.
“I love you, too, Kevin Hayes,” she whispered, her fingers combing through the hair at the back of his head. “I’ve loved you since forever.”
“Be with me,” Kevin blurted, as if he actually needed to. “Like, officially. I wanna do this with you.”
She nuzzled her nose against his and circled her arms around his neck.
“Oh, we’re doin’ this,” Kate told him, beaming. She pressed a kiss between his brows and whispered, “Can’t get rid of me now.”
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Three summers later, in her parents’ yard on the Cape, Kate twirled around the dance floor to “Marry Me” by Train with a tall, reddish-brown-haired, blue-eyed boy from Dorchester, the very one she had loved since she was a little girl, long before she even fully understood what love was.
But now, Kate knew exactly what love was, because she knew Kevin.
Her newly dubbed husband leaned down to speak softly into her ear as her song continued to play.
“Remember that night we finally got together, when Pat and Joelle had their first dance here?” Kevin asked. “And I told you, ‘someday it’ll be us up there,’ and you told me not to hold my breath?”
Kate hid her face in his chest and felt her face warm, chuckling bashfully. Her recoiling only caused Kevin to hold her tighter and press a kiss to the top of her head. His thumb and forefinger found her chin and angled her face toward his.
“I’m glad I held my breath, Katie girl,” he said, his voice low.
Kate nodded, her eyes damp with unfallen tears. “I’m glad you did, too, Kev,” she said.
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Dancing in the Deepest Oceans- Chapter 3
Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader
Your first date with Abby doesn’t go quite as planned.
Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, uhhh yea I did that
Here’s chapter three! It definitely took way longer than I expected to do since I really wanted to get a lot of those requests done, so I’m v sorry about that.
Also I kinda cheated and included someone’s request for a bath scene with Abby in this so shhhhh it’s fine I’m just lazy productive like that okay LOL. I hope you all enjoy (esp if you requested the scene) ! :)
Read the previous chapter here
You couldn’t believe this was actually happening. You felt like the protagonist in one of those cheesy rom-coms from back in the day; the ones where the girl suddenly stumbles into the arms of her true love and everyone sings a happy song, except this isn’t a movie and also it’s kind of the apocalypse or whatever. You didn’t care though, this was the closest thing to rom-com perfection you were getting and you couldn’t complain, because it was with her.
Though you had only known Abby for a few short days, something inside you couldn’t help but feel like you had known her your entire life. The intimacy of those few stolen glances, the slight brushes of your shoulders, the way your hand fit perfectly in hers; it all felt so natural. You just hoped she felt the same way.
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She should be here.
You glanced down at your watch again, it was 8:15. Maybe you had heard her wrong? No, she definitely said eight o clock. Your mind swarmed with possible excuses as to why she wasn’t here; perhaps she thought you were meeting at seven and now she was the one who thought you were standing her up, or maybe she thought you guys were meeting at your room and this was the fault of some kind of miscommunication, or maybe she simply forgot. You racked your brain for any possibilities as to why she wasn’t here, trying your best to neglect the most obvious reason out of denial or maybe fear.
The hallway was dark and quiet, the tile floor cold against your skin as you sat with your knees tucked tightly against your chest. Your back ached from leaning against the steel door, and you had become increasingly more embarrassed every time someone passed by. Their lingering gazes made you want to disappear into the earth beneath you.
For at least an hour, you sat outside her door contemplating whether or not you should wait for her. Was this whole thing a mistake? Your heart began to sink at the frightening possibility that she had been toying with your feelings this whole time, that you were just a naive girl with a childish crush on this person you barely even knew. God, how could you have been so stupid? This is exactly why you never formed attachments; they always ended in heartbreak, disappointment, or both. As more time passed, the fear and sadness that occupied your thoughts slowly began to fade into frustration.
This was dumb. Why were you waiting around for her like some lost kitten? You scoffed at how pathetic you felt. Anger began to rise in your chest as you thought of all the things you’d say to her when you saw her—how you’d scold her for standing you up, dreaming up this gigantic speech about how if she wasn’t interested she should’ve just told you. Or maybe instead of yelling you would just never speak to her again. Give her the silent treatment for the rest of your life. That is what she wanted anyways, right?
As you sat there arguing silently with yourself you heard a pair of heavy footsteps headed towards you. You craned your neck to try and see who or what was approaching you, but the hallway was too dark to get a clear view. Panic quickly replaced the anger that had been occupying your heart just seconds ago as you stood up from your uncomfortable position. You could hear the adrenaline pumping in your ears as you squint your eyes at the dark figure headed towards you. A sudden rush of relief fell over you when a familiar face appeared out of the shadows.
“Y/N.” Manny emerged from the darkness. His hair was slicked back into a bun and he wore a nervous expression on his face. The sole of his boots were caked with a thick layer of mud that left a trail of footprints in the hallways, and you pitied the poor soul who would have to clean it up.
“Where’s Abby?” There was a sharpness to your words. You knew you should've been a bit more conversational (Manny had done nothing to you after all), but after sitting on the floor for an hour, you didn’t feel like wasting time on bullshit small talk. If Abby was going to send Manny to get rid of you instead of doing it herself, then the last thing you cared about right now was seeming polite.
“Right, about that…” You raised your eyebrow, Manny’s expression was difficult to interpret and you could tell he was here to break some kind of news to you, but for some reason it felt like whatever bomb he was about to drop was far worse than what you had expected.
“Manny, what’s going on?” You took a small step towards him, searching his face for an answer.
“Isaac sent Abby and I on a supply run this morning. Nothing too difficult, just transporting a few things to another base but…” Manny looked down at his feet as he contemplated his next words “but we ran into a group of scars on our way back and we got separated.”
You suddenly felt a tinge of guilt for thinking all those things about Abby. “W-what do you mean you got separated? Where’s Abby now?”
Manny’s eyes were fixed to the floor as he delivered the news, his thumbs twiddling together nervously. “I uh… well, I don’t know.” Manny noticed your face twist with anger at his answer and tried to diffuse some of it “But Isaac’s already sent out a group to find her. It’s going to be okay Y/N, Abby is one of Isaac’s top soldiers and you know he’ll do whatever he can to find her.”
You were speechless, but more than anything you were frustrated. Frustrated at yourself for thinking such horrible things about Abby—for having such little faith in her. You wanted to scream at your past self for being so ignorant. Tears began to well in your eyes and Manny’s words did little to comfort you.
“I should be out there.” You marched down the hallway determined to find Abby but Manny was quicker.
His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back “You can’t go out there Y/N, you’ll die. Abby’s smart, okay? She’ll find her way back.”
You tried to resist his grip on your wrist even though you knew he was right. You weren’t a soldier nor did you have the proper training to leave the outpost alone. And while a large part of you knew it was stupid to try and leave, a much bigger part of you didn’t care. You had to find Abby; you were willing to do anything, even if that meant putting yourself in harm's way.
“I don’t care, I have to go out there.” You managed to yank yourself free from his grip and booked it towards the door but Manny was quick and caught you. Wrapping his arms around your stomach and hoisting you over his shoulder Manny carried you into his and Abby’s room while you fought and cried like a little kid.
“Fucking let go of me Manny!” Tears stained your cheeks as you sobbed into Manny’s shirt.
When Manny finally set you down on his bed you were exhausted from crying; the only thing left in your heart now was an overwhelming feeling of helplessness. You weren’t even allowed to leave the outpost to look for Abby, and the only thing you could do was sit in this wretched room praying she didn’t get mauled by a clicker or hung by a Seraphite.
Manny didn’t feel any better about this than you did, in fact it was his job as Abby’s partner to watch out for her and he failed. Now his best friend was missing and it’s all his fault. The guilt weighed heavily on Manny as he tried to comfort you while you wept silently into his pillow. Even though he couldn’t have possibly predicted the surprise attack, he still felt like this entire thing was his doing. He tried to plead with Isaac to let him go back out and search for Abby but he refused, so Manny figured keeping you safe was the least he could do.
Hours later you got up from Manny’s bed to use the bathroom, and he was nowhere to be found. You figured he probably went to bother Isaac about Abby or something, he was persistent like that.
You splashed some cold water on your face before tipping your head under the faucet to help ease the dryness in your throat. When you brought your head back up you almost didn’t recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy and there were dark circles under your eyes like you haven’t slept in days. You looked like a mess. Your hair was wild and unruly but at least with that outfit you had spent way too long picking out, you still looked pretty cute.
At least you were a hot mess.
The longer you stared at yourself in the mirror, the more unrecognizable your face became. And then for reasons you couldn’t explain, you started laughing. A hysterical laugh that echoed off the walls in the bathroom like a sick symphony fell unwillingly from your mouth, and you couldn’t stop. There was something so incredibly sardonic about the events of these past few hours, that your body just decided to break out into a breathless cackle. It was a twisted reaction to a terrifying situation but for some reason it wouldn’t go away. Your stomach began to ache and your throat was dry and sore again. It felt like this sickening nightmare would never end.
You felt tears begin to well up again when you heard something that immediately shook you from your shocked state: the rattling of the doorknob.
Your heart swelled with hope as you ran towards the door, not concerned about waking up the people in the rooms next door with your loud footsteps. The door creaked open, flooding the dark room with a pale yellow light that blinded you, and from that light emerged a figure you knew all too well— one that you had become intimately familiar with.
Abby limped through the door, at first not even realizing you were standing right there. You were looming in the darkness like some kind of monster, and you tried to speak but nothing came out. The only thing that snapped you out of it was the sound of Abby’s voice, hoarse and hushed like she was speaking into the darkness rather than you. God, you almost forgot how much you loved the sound of her voice.
“Y/N?” Abby wasn’t sure if she was imagining this. She thought maybe the expired pain meds had some hallucinatory side effects and you were just what she wanted to see the most. Abby’s doubts faded into nothing when you took a small step into the light. In that moment she knew that this was real—that you were real.
When your eyes finally adjusted to the harsh lights you saw her face and gasped. To say Abby was in rough shape would be putting it lightly. There were cuts and bruises all over her face and body, and her clothes were absolutely filthy, but you couldn’t be bothered with that right now. You ran into her arms to embrace her tightly and Abby winced at the contact. Quickly you pulled back out of fear you hurt her, but Abby’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back in.
Abby let out a loud exhale and for a small moment the jabbing pains all over her body ceased to exist. The only thing occupying her mind was the warmth of your body—how she could feel your heart beating with how tightly she was holding you, and she could finally exhale.
When you pulled away, a flood of emotions suddenly began to flow through you, filling you to the brim until the only words you could manage to mutter out through choked sobs were “I thought you were-“
“I know. I’m sorry.” There was a somber expression on Abby’s face as she wiped the tears from your cheek with the pads of her thumbs.
You sniffed, looking up at her, you cleared your throat before speaking “Jesus Abby, your face.“ you softly grabbed Abby’s chin, examining her injuries in the light. There were crimson slices all over her face, and she was beaten black and blue. A particularly deep cut on her forehead had been stitched carefully and there was a cotton bandage wrapped around her left forearm. The state of your distress now seemed like peanuts compared to Abby’s state.
Without thinking you hugged Abby again tightly, revelling in the comfort of her embrace. Abby’s eyes were closed when you wrapped your arms around her, her eyebrows were furrowed and you weren’t sure if she was about to cry or scream. Though you didn’t know much about Abby, you did know she was a soldier—a warrior who wasn’t disturbed easily. You had no idea what she had just been through, but whatever happened had shaken her up pretty good.
“Here.” Bringing your arms up to the strap of her backpack, you helped her ease it off her shoulder. She let out a breath of relief as you lifted the weight from her back and placed it near the door.
Looking at Abby now you finally realized how dirty she was. There was mud and grime all over her clothes and her braid was loose and unruly.
“Hey, uh I’ll run a bath for you, just wait here.” Considering her state you figured a bath would be more relaxing than a shower. Besides, you needed to feel useful right now, and if that meant taking care of Abby for a bit? You didn’t mind at all.
Hesitantly, you made your way to the bathroom and laid out a small towel on the tile floor. Turning on the faucet, you placed the plug in the tub and made your way to Abby, guiding her to the edge of the tub. “Let me know if the water is too hot, okay?”
Abby nodded as she ran her hand under the running water, letting the warmth fall between her fingers. When the tub was full, you turned off the faucet and stood up, using Abby’s shoulders to help steady you as you started for the door but something stopped you.
“Wait-“ You stopped, Abby’s hand was over the one you placed on your shoulder, securing it there so you wouldn’t leave. She looked at you with pleading eyes as she spoke “Can… can you stay?” Abby didn’t say anything more but you could tell by the look in her eyes she needed you here.
“Sure. I’ll turn around and you can get undressed.” You turned to face the door, looking down at the tile floor as you traced the crevices with your finger. The only sound that could be heard was the droplets of water that fell from the faucet echoing against the walls and the soft rustling of Abby removing her clothes. Eventually you heard Abby lower herself into the tub, she let out a loud sigh as the tension in her muscles dissipated from the warm water.
“You can turn around now.” Abby’s voice was quiet when she finally spoke.
Slowly you turned around to see Abby sitting in the tub, her legs tucked against her chest as she hugged herself tightly. Her eyes were fixed on the floor of the tub while she rested her chin on her knee. It broke your heart when you saw her injuries in the light. There were deep purple bruises along her shoulder blades and scabbed over cuts along her arms and legs. You also saw scars, a lot of them. Some were old and faded, while others were new, probably sustained within the last couple of weeks.
The steam from the water floated up, fogging the mirrors and warming the room. You made your way to the edge of the tub with a small washcloth, dipping it into the water just slightly. “Here.”
Bringing your finger to Abby’s chin you lifted her eyes to face yours. Her features softened when you met her gaze and lightly you brought the washcloth to her face. Careful to avoid the stitches on her forehead, you rid the dirt from her face, dipping the cloth into the water every once in a while before bringing it back to her face.
Her freckles were more prominent in the light and her eyes stuck attentively studying your movements. When all the grime was gone, you couldn’t help but notice a whisper of a blush on Abby’s cheeks.
“One hell of a first date, huh?” Abby spoke seriously but you could see a hint of a smirk on the edge of her mouth. A bit of her normal self was beginning to return.
Sitting up more straight now you gave her a small smile. “This is definitely the most interesting one I’ve ever been on.”
You reached for her braid, undoing the elastic and separating the strands from each other while Abby spoke. “Oh so you’ve never bathed someone during a first date?”
“I can confidently say that this is my first.” Grabbing the small bar of soap from the dish in the corner, you dipped it into the water and lathered it between your fingers.
The soap filled the air with the scent of pine and rain and you sighed at the smell. It filled your senses and reminded you of the first time you saw her. Not the time in the cafeteria but on that rainy day when you bumped into her for the first time. You inhaled deeply; it smelled like her.
Gently you began massaging the bubbles into Abby’s hair. Weaving the blonde locks through your fingers, and purposely taking longer than necessary. Watching closely as Abby’s muscles relaxed and her eyes fluttered closed from your touch.
“Lean back.” Shielding her face from the water you grabbed a cup and poured the water over her head, letting the bubbles wash away from her scalp and into the water. “Is this okay?”
Abby hummed in response and you took that as a yes. You repeated the process while you washed the soap from her hair, doing it a couple more times than needed because you knew it calmed her.
The bathroom was quiet again, the only sound coming from the steady flow of water from the cup onto her head, and into the water. It was peaceful, and the both of you were content in this familiar silence. Appreciating each other’s company without the need to fill the air.
When you were done you sat up and laid out a towel for Abby, drying your hands on your shirt. “I’ll grab you some clean clothes, just give me a sec.”
You left Abby to dry off while you searched for some clean clothes. Grabbing what you assumed was a clean shirt and a pair of sweatpants, you made your way back to the bathroom. Standing outside the door, you knocked lightly. “Can I come in?”
Before you could wait for an answer, Abby opened the door a bit, hiding herself behind it. You handed Abby the clothes and she gave you an appreciative smile, it was small but genuine. “Thanks.”
You sat beside the bathroom door waiting for Abby and trying not to think about the fact that she could’ve died out there. She was here and that’s all that mattered for now.
Your mind wandered as you picked at your sleeve, you noticed there were a few wet spots on your shirt from the edge of the tub. The cool air made you shiver and you regretted not bringing a sweater, even if this was supposed to be a night in.
When Abby finally emerged from the bathroom you quickly stood up, unsure of what to do next. Her hair was still damp and spread across her shoulders; this was the first time you had ever seen her without that signature braid and you were in awe of how beautiful she looked. It was such a strange thought but it was the only thing occupying your mind. There was something so rare about seeing her like this that you couldn’t stop the flutter in your heart when it happened.
Grabbing her hand, you led her to the bed on the opposite side of Manny’s and pulled the covers back so she could slip in. When she settled under the sheets you neatly tucked her in before standing up again.
You didn’t know what to do now. Would it be rude to stay? Abby clearly needed the rest, but something in you desperately wanted to stay. You decided to let her sleep and started towards the door when you heard a small voice from beneath the covers. “Stay. Please.”
Abby’s voice was quiet and you could hear the exhaustion behind it. You looked at her with a smile and sat down on the bed next to her, pushing a strand of hair from her forehead before smoothing it down softly. She looked at you apologetically as you caressed her head, and you gave her a look of reassurance even if you were scared out of your mind. Her eyes fluttered closed and her features softened from your touch. You stayed like this for a while, continuing even after her breathing had slowed and you knew she was asleep.
You stayed up watching her sleep; studying the way her mouth was slightly agape as she let out small breaths. She looked so peaceful.
A small teardrop escaped from your eye, and you quickly wiped it away. You knew this wasn’t going to be the last time she’d be like this; battered and bruised and fighting a war that seemed to never end. It hurt your heart to know that she was on this path of self-destruction, but what hurt most was knowing she’d likely never stop.
You tried not to think about that right now. Eventually letting your attention fall onto the wet shirt that was still stuck to different parts of your body. Removing the item you walked over to the drawer where you had found the clothes for Abby and slipped on one of her t-shirts. It was devastatingly oversized on you but it was warm and smelled like her.
You settled onto the space next to Abby’s bed, ignoring the ache in your back as you lay flat on the floor beneath you. Though the pain was worth enduring with the knowledge that Abby was here, and that’s all that mattered to you right now.
While you lay on the floor you began thinking about how different things were just hours ago. It wasn’t long ago that you were practically dancing like an idiot in your mirror because you were going on a date with Abby. It’s strange how many emotions you had gone through in one day, you were almost positive you had broken some kind of record. You chuckled at yourself; surely no one was going to spontaneously break out into a song like in the movies, but you didn’t mind. This was enough— being here with Abby was enough.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook your body and you quickly felt your eyes becoming heavier. The floor was beginning to feel a lot more comfier than when you had sat down and before you knew it, you had fallen into a deep slumber.
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson imagine#the last of us imagine#tlou#tlou2#abby anderson#the last of us#the last of us 2#fxf#fluff#angst#definitely did not use a The Cure song for my chapter title
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good for you || Jimin
Pairing: Jimin x reader
Summary: Jimin can't help the way he drowns himself in you. Why should he anyway?
Word count: 2.9k
Genre: PWP / Porn With Feelings, Fwb!au
Tags & Warnings: smut, (sub!jimin kinda, soft dom!reader, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, praise kink, sub space I think), explicit language.
Also available on Ao3
A/N: I really needed to write that one to get it out of my mind lol. It’s really just smut. It’s also technically a college AU but it’s not mentioned at all so yeah, do with that what you will. I might write some more for this AU after I’ve written more for if I can never give you peace but yeah, in the meantime I hope you’ll enjoy this!
It seems that Jimin just can’t stop drowning himself in you.
He doesn’t mean to, really, nor did he mean for it to happen. He didn't realize the power your eyes could have on him, didn’t think he would end up only able to think about you and your lips, didn’t imagine that after getting a taste he would constantly long to be back in your arms. Even when he waits for you to text, checking his phone more than he’d like to admit, he tries not to think about what you do to him exactly.
And then you do text, and he’s already ready to go and meet you, because he misses your touch so badly. When he gets there, you open the door and you smile at him, and he knows, he just knows. He’s a goner.
You’re quick to pull him in, fists gripping his open jacket, and then your mouth is on his. Your tongue teases his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth, more than happy to let you in. The kiss is slow and languid, wet noises filling the room as you move against him at a torturous pace. That’s not how he usually kisses, much more partial to fast, hard and passionate, but for some reason, you’ve imposed your rhythm since the very first time, and he’s helpless against it.
You wrap your arms around him, tip of your fingers playing on the nape of his neck, and he shivers, which makes you grin. You press yourself tightly against him, breaking the kiss, and he’d like to say that he isn’t aching for you already, but that would be a lie. He’s even panting already. Your trail your hands down his arms, setting his skin on fire, and intertwine your fingers with him. You don’t say a word. You don’t have to, not when you’re looking at him like he’s one of the world’s seven wonders. He feels himself melting under your eyes. He’s not the shy kind, he’s really not, but under your burning gaze, he can’t help but glance away. A soft laugh escapes your lips.
You guide him to your bed and press your hand against his chest to push him down. It shouldn’t be enough, really, but he can’t do anything other than follow your movement. He looks up at you, feels lonely without your touch, and he has to hold back a whine — he’s not going to whine. Fortunately, you’re quick to follow, straddling him and kissing him again. Your hands dip under his shirt and he moans when you trace his abs. He’s sensitive all over, when you touch him.
You pull on his jacket like it’s offended you personally — it hasn’t, and in fact, you really like the way he fills it, like it when he has it on when he comes to see you — and Jimin obeys your unspoken order, discarding it as fast as he can. His black t-shirt soon follows, this time with your help, and you let out a satisfied hum when he’s finally bare chested.
You take a second to contemplate him, and you find your breath catching in your throat as you do. He looks beautiful, insanely so. Your hand rests on his chest, and you can feel it heaving quickly, feel the fast pace of his heart under your palm, but more than anything, you can’t stop looking at his face. His lips are parted and swollen from the kissing, his eyes wide and his hair messy, falling on your mattress.
He shifts under you, glances away. He feels vulnerable under your eyes, even if he can read the adoration in your expression. Maybe because he can feel the adoration. He doesn’t know how you do it. He just can’t see what you see in him.
“Aren’t you going to—”
You kiss him abruptly, silencing him, and your hand comes to cup his face. Your hips grind against his crotch, and he groans in your mouth. He’s getting hard and he knows you can feel it. He also knows you’re going to take your sweet time to get to it.
And you do. For a while, you’re content with just kissing him, and it’s frustrating to no avail to feel your still clothed body pressed against his naked chest. It’s frustrating that you’re not doing anything, and it’s frustrating that even then, he just takes what he’s given and doesn’t dare to ask for more.
Finally, fucking finally, you start making your way down. You press kisses against his jaw, flick your tongue against that sensitive spot on his neck that makes him gasp, and start kissing his chest. He wants nothing more than to lay back and enjoy himself, but he pushes himself on his elbow, because he can’t get enough of that sight, of the way you worship his body like every part of him is worth being adored. It just— gets to him.
His head does roll back when you get to his lower abdomen, possibly even more in anticipation of what’s to come than because of the sensations that you send running through his body. You slow down even more then, dragging your tongue over the sensitive skin. You’re enjoying yourself, and you’re happy to drag it on a little more.
“Please,” he finally breaks, “please—”
He doesn’t have to say more. In a swift movement, you’ve opened his pants and freed his cock from his underwear. He’s painfully hard. With someone else, or the first few times this happened, he might have felt a little embarrassed, but he can’t muster that right now. He’s just buzzing with anticipation for what is to come.
You take the time to look at him one more time before you wrap your lips around his cock, and the sight might just get to him as much as the feeling. The second you’ve taken the tip in, he falls onto his back, a loud moan echoing in the room. He feels your mouth stretch around him, knows you’re smiling. What can you say? You love the sounds he makes.
Even now, you’re keeping things slow and burning hot. It’s not something Jimin thought he would particularly into, before, but he hasn’t tried to take control since the first time you dropped to your knees in front of him, and he doesn’t think he will, not when it feels so painfully good when you do things at your speed.
You use your tongue to tease the head, wrapping your hand around the base of his shaft, and you start bobbing your head. You know just how he likes it, how to stroke him, when to pull away so things won’t end too soon. Soon, Jimin is a moaning and whimpering mess, arching his back to push himself in your mouth without meaning to. He’s pressed a hand against his lips so he won’t be too loud, and you wish you could hear him a little better, but it’s fine that way too.
“God, God, I need— I need—”
You glance up at him. You really wish you could see his face right now, but the sight of his arched chest, as one hand is desperately gripping your sheets, will have to do — and it does really well.
“(Y/N), I need—”
You’ll give him exactly what he needs. You push your head down, taking him in deeper than you had before, and accelerate your pace, just a little.
It doesn’t take long for him to come in your mouth with a loud call of your name, back arched so much you wonder if he’s going to break.
After that, you pull yourself up to press a kiss against his lips. His eyes are half-closed, and he returns the kiss, still lost in pleasure.
“You okay?” you ask softly.
He likes that you do that. He can’t explain why, but he likes the way you check on him after intense moments, likes the way you care for him. He shouldn’t, probably. He’s in too deep, considering what this is — what the fuck even is this? —, probably reads too much into your actions, but he just can’t stop himself. It’s like watching a car crash happen, except he’s in the driver’s seat and he’s staring at the wall he’s driving towards, and all he does is step on the accelerator.
Ha. Who’d have thought he’d be the one to catch feelings?
“Fine,” he says. “Just give me a second.”
You hum, resting your head on his shoulder. You fit nicely there, he decides as he lazily wraps an arm around your waist.
You don’t even have to do anything to get him hard again. You’re just there, breathing against his neck and you’re tracing shapes on his chest with your fingers, and it makes him tingle all over. He does feel you pressed against his side, though, and he thinks about how you didn’t get any satisfaction, wonders if you’re wet — knows you probably are — and soon he’s pushing himself up, to kiss you this time.
Even if he takes the initiative, you’re the one who’s in control, you set the slow pace, throwing him off his rhythm, and he just has to follow. You smile brightly when he pulls away, and once more, he finds himself falling apart under the way you look at him. There’s just enough satisfaction in your smile to let him know you know exactly what you’re doing to him, and the thought almost makes him whimper. Almost.
Jimin takes a second to kick off his pants and underwear, trying to compose himself, and when he comes back to you, you’re unclasping your bra. He swallows painfully when it falls down, eyes roaming over your body. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you before, but it does get to him every single time, the confident way you sit there, tilting your head under his eyes as if to silently offer him the view.
He unbuttons your jeans, and there’s a slight shiver when he pulls them down, but your legs part easily, offering no resistance. He traces the shape of your pussy through your panties, feels how wet you are indeed, enjoys your sharp intake of breath. You affect him so much, and he’s happy to see he at least does something to you.
He’s careful, almost deferential when he slides the panties down your legs, and he licks his lips when he finally gets to take you in in all your glory. He’s pretty sure he could just push himself inside you right now, and he’s more than ready to go again, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.
He starts with a finger, which enters you easily, and your lips part for a silent “oh”. Watching your reaction, he inserts another one, slowly fingering you open. You close your eyes, stay mostly quiet. You’re not very loud in bed, you told him with a shrug the first time, and it has nothing to do with how good the sex is.
Still, he feels pride every time he manages to get a noise from you, which is why he slowly scissors you open, and drinks every soft, discreet moans that come from you. He’s vaguely aware that even in that situation, when he could be in control, all he’s thinking about is your pleasure, but it’s distant thought.
He grabs a condom from the night table where he knows you keep them — stops himself from wondering if he's the only one to use them, if there’s anyone else who knows where they are in your room —, and after he’s rolled it on, he finally lines himself up with you, silently asking for your permission and you give it by reaching out for him, setting your hand on his hips to guide him.
He groans once he’s entered you. The feeling is overwhelming, with how warm and tight you are around him, and he relishes the way you roll your hips slowly and carefully, the way you guide him over you as you lay on your back. It takes him a while to adjust, and again, he wishes he could understand why, what is is about you exactly that makes him lose his defenses. Fuck, he’s about as far from a virgin as it gets, he shouldn’t be feeling like that.
But when he opens his eyes, you’re staring at him, and again, he’s so vulnerable under your fascinated gaze. He turns his head away from you until his lips are brushing against his shoulder, and immediately, your hands are cradling his face, gently tracing his cheekbones.
“No, no,” you call, practically cooing, “look at me, please, baby, you’re so beautiful, I just want to look at you.”
And he melts. He just. Fucking melts. You wrap your legs around him, keep rolling your hips to meet his thrusts, and he falls in your hands. It feels like there’s nothing else in the world, certainly nothing that matters outside from you and your warm body and your soft hands and your gentle words as you keep telling him how beautiful he is, how fascinated you are by him until he’s trembling and throbbing just from your words.
“Let me?” you offer, and he does.
He rolls over easily and you climb on top of him, grabbing his cock to put it back into you immediately, and when you do, you close your eyes and let out a moan. You may be doing it for show, he’s not sure, but he doesn’t care, because even then, you’re doing it for him. Just for him.
Your hips start moving up and down, rhythm slightly faster, because you know he’s starting to get exhausted, and also because you don’t think your own thighs will be able to keep up much longer. You support yourself on his chest, and the entire time, you keep eye-contact with him. You meant every word you said. Jimin is absolutely beautiful and you don’t think you will ever get enough of him.
This time, when he lifts his arms in front of his face to shield his face from that look that makes him feel like he could shatter any second, he does it just so you can grab his wrists and pull them away, just so he can hear you tell him again how beautiful he is and how you want to look at his face because you love him so much. When he covers his mouth, it’s to hear you tell him that he has the prettiest voice you’ve ever heard and that you’d like to hear it some more.
After that, he mostly lays there, unable to do anything but take what you give him. His hands find your hips and grip them tightly so he has something to hold, to anchor himself to, because his head is swimming with all the praise you just gave him, and he lets himself moan loudly, whine, for more of you, for everything you’re willing to give. He’s just absolutely and desperately yours, and right now, he doesn’t even try to fight it.
You lean in to kiss him, slow and sloppy, and then you grin, and fuck if he doesn’t come almost immediately because of what he sees in your eyes, that spark of intense satisfaction. It feels possessive, and right now, he wants it — needs it — to be. You reach down to rub your clit. You’ve been desperately wet basically since you got him half-naked on your bed, and it’s about time you do something about it. And Jimin is mesmerized by the sight. So much that when you pick up the rhythm even more — which is still not that fast — he’s not sure if he comes because of how you look when you’re touching yourself on top of him or because of the delicious sensations he gets from how your walls clamp around him.
He feels you getting off him, taking off the condom, but he doesn’t move, spent and slowly coming back to earth.
It helps when you lay down next to him, helps when you gently kiss him back to reality, helps when he can grab your arm and pull you a little closer and you just let him.
“Don’t go,” he begs, and he’s not sure why.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you reassure him. You do that every time, let him know you’re right there, that you care for him and won’t let him alone with whatever it is he’s feeling, and every time he can relax a little faster knowing you’re telling the truth. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you.”
You giggle lightly, and that helps finish to undo the spell.
“My pleasure, Jimin. My pleasure.”
He likes the way you say his name. Maybe he could ask you to say it, next time, when you’re telling him how beautiful he is. He’ll see if he gets the courage to ask.
“Mine too,” he grins for now, getting back his usual composure and attitude that you strip away so easily it almost makes him question himself.
You laugh again, press a kiss against his temple, and it’s all good, fine, and Jimin can stop thinking about how he feels about you.
Until next time, at least.
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Verdant Wind Ch 21
Can't believe there's only one chapter left after this. I don't want to say goodbye to Claude yet. I feel like we've only just started getting to know him.
Anyways, below is my reactions to chapter 21 of Verdant Wind. Only one more to go!
Pre-Battle
I feel so bad for the Golden Deer. They literally just had the same conversation SS did, but with a slight twist because Lorenz said it this time instead.
Surprised Lysithea didn't get any unique lines.
Except this time I have Rhea AND Judith with me and for no reason whatsoever I can't use either of them in battle😭
(ok, Rhea makes sense, but why no Judith? Forever salty about this)
Does that mean this one's getting that dubstep track too? whyyyyyyy
Yeah it's the same one :(
Battle
These Slither in the Dark people are so cheesy, I can't
On another note, if they have the ability to just replace people, why didn't they use that more often??
So I totally missed that there were other rooms to open on this map when I played it on SS lol.
This is so eerie. I've killed everyone and haven't opened the main room where Thales is hiding yet, and there's no music playing. Everything is echoing in an empty room on an empty map. It's a bit surreal.
Poor Claude. This is close to the final boss and his conversation is "lol, you think you can beat teach and her big sword?" Compare that to what Edelgard and Dimitri get and . . . He deserved so much better.
Lorenz was my MVP and he deserved every second of that.
Oh, it's the cut scene again. At least VW had a good number of cut scenes different from SS. Poor CF got almost nothing lamo.
Oh, Right, poor Rhea's about to get trounced by some magical nuke again.
I just think Rhea deserves to be happy, ok?
This is the second time she'd tanked a nuke for us, but apparently is still the devil in CF for some reason.
Oh, this one is extended! It looks like Han Solo breaking out of his rock tomb thing but he turned evil while he waited.
Is that the guy from the first cut scene? Nemesis?
Post-Battle
Rhea, no :(((((((((
So . . . if that Nemesis dude didn't wake up in SS, why did he in VW? Who's going to be the final boss of SS then? SS is 21 chapters, right?
Rhea's not a "beast," Claude. She's a dragon, a proper lady.
And now I really need Edelgard to meet Robin Hobb's insufferably arrogant dragons and the Fool who argues they actually are the top of the food chain and humans just have to deal with being #2.
Oh, God, now I REALLY need the Fool to sit Edelgard down and give her a nice chat.
OH MY GOD those two would HATE each other. H.A.T.E. except the Fool doesn't really hate anyone but to say they'd disagree with each other is an UNDERSTATEMENT.
I'm so off topic. I'm sorry to everyone who doesn't know what the Farseer Trilogy is. Not because I just rambled about it, but because I feel genuinely sorry for everyone who hasn't gotten to read that, which you should change asap.
I swear I'll get back on topic now, but anticipate an essay about the Fool's vs Edelgard's beliefs about how humans should handle magical creatures who have some inherent superiority.
(random side note, but both characters are LGTBQ+ though hell if I know what label to put on the Fool. It's been 9 books and I still don't know his/her gender. The Fool just doesn't care and decides to live as a man here and a woman there and whatever the fuck they want and I think is romantically in love with a man, it's a very complicated relationship)
Ok, back to Rhea now. Nooooo :(((((
Does that group literally go down in a single chapter? Lamo. It's what they deserve. They truly suck as villains. Like, they're pathetically badly written.
Oh, I get to hear from Rhea!
Is she going to die :(
Who is the progenitor god?
Oh, shocking, humans engaged in senseless wars. Tell me something new lol.
Imagine being so lame that you didn't achieve revenge in generations and when you try, Claude and friends beats you up in one chapter. I'm crying. I almost feel bad for them. Maybe if they had a smidge of development.
Wait . . . is Sothis the god Rhea's talking about?????
Is Sothis Rhea's mother???
OH MY GOD - is Rhea x Byleth awkward then
Poor Rhea's been through so much :((((( Almost all her people died. Are Flayn and Seteth all she has left?
Those "weapons made from bodies" - is that the heroe's relics?
That's nasty.
Lol, I always thought Rhea and Serios were the same. They looked the same (and she had the same VA in FEH)
Wait, wait, wait . . . are you telling me VW's going to finish with a plot dump from Rhea and the final boss is . . . Nemesis?
Poor Claude. Compare that to Edelgard for Dimitri (I'm assuming) and Rhea for Edelgard (I'm assuming), and Claude gets . . . Nemesis. Unless Dimitri faces Edelgard next and then gets bonus Nemesis piled on top, but I really, really hope not. That would be incredibly lame.
Who cares if Count Glouster is unharmed. He's an ass.
So we're just going to let Nemesis ravage the land while I go fishing and eat dinner 10 times lol.
Wait, if the seal was broken when Shambala fell, then is he SS's final boss too??
OH MY GOD - Sword of the Creator is Sothis?? So if I kill Rhea with is in CF, I'm literally killing her with her mother's body.
Oh - God - that's dark. I think I have to do that now.
So Slither people made Crests and relics? But Edelgard blamed the church for that . . . . me thinks she got some things wrong.
Poor Rhea.
Though, uh, why did she put Sothis in Byleth? Is that what Jeralt got so freaked out over?
So why did Rhea put the Sothis stone in Byleth? And why are crests and relics so wanted if they're from an evil dude?
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Can you also do a scenario for Levi with Hanahaki disease?
I haven’t written a scenario for Levi since 2018 and this is what I come back with. Um...I’m so sorry. Angst is my forte and it’s easy for me to write, so...yikes. I also listened to drivers’ license on repeat to set the ambiance for this piece and now I’m sad, lol. Sorry! Maybe I’ll write something happier for Levi to make up for this one, lmao. Enjoy!
It was happening again.
The tightness in your chest constricted your lungs like a snake had coiled around the base of your throat and squeezed, cutting off the air to your lungs. Your head spun, black dotting across your vision, and the uncontrollable urge to cough itched in the back of your throat. You had to hold it down. ‘Please, not here,’ you mentally begged to any entity listening above the skyline to not expose your dirtiest, darkest secret to your colleagues. Your nails dug into the wooden table, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks in the cherry-colored lacquer and the color drained from your cheeks.
No one would notice your struggle if you kept it together, you reasoned. Hange was going over something about Marley and you had, admittedly, tuned out about thirty minutes ago. Whatever it was had to be important because they had everyone’s attention, to your knowledge. Out of the corner of your eye, you were vaguely aware of Levi’s sharp, piercing gaze lingering on your face, but you squeezed your eyes shut and internally begged him to just look away.
Inside of your chest, the flower that bloomed burned like a kindling ember, the stems brushing against your lungs and taking up space you needed to breathe. Experiencing this was painful, but it was nothing like the white-hot agony you felt whenever you realized that the person you loved would never return your feelings.
You had tried to let go—had tried to release your feelings and live with your fragmented heart—but nothing had worked. How could it when the person whose affections you desperately wanted worked alongside you every day, helping and caring about you in his own awkward, weird way? It wasn’t fucking fair that you had to live like this.
Except you didn’t. You knew about the removal process and, as a soldier, you knew that it was what you needed to do for yourself, for the future and for humanity. Every time you thought about getting the surgery performed, the aching of your fragile heart—the singular bloom of hope still lingering in the pit of your stomach—protested against the idea. You had never felt this way for anyone before in your life; how could you just ignore that and have the flower removed? How could you forget about happiness that the feelings gave you, or how it felt to just be by his side in silence of the night?
Living with this flower growing inside of you was painful, but the thought of having to give up Levi Ackerman was excruciating.
“That’s all I wanted to talk about today! If everyone could follow me, I want to discuss some improvements to the thunder spears I’ve been working on…” Hange’s voice flooded through your reverie, snapping you back to reality. Your knuckles were stark-white from the tight grip you had about the wooden table, your fingers easing from the leg once the feeling of having to cough seemingly passed.
As the group shuffled out of the room, there was one person who waited—one person whose unreadable facial expression made you tense up where you sat. “Four-eyes was that boring?” his flat voice drawled and, even without looking up, you knew his slate-colored irises were glued to where you sat. It had you anxious, the sensation of having to cough flaring up in the back of your throat once more. Instead of answering verbally, you shook your head and prayed that Levi would take the hint that you wanted to be alone. The sound of his shoes reverberating off the flooring allowed the tension you had been holding between your shoulders to dissipate, a wave of relief washing across your body. You were finally alone to cough in peace.
The instant you opened your lips to try and draw in a shaky breath, it began. A powerful cough strangled your breathing, the sensation of something lodged deep inside the back of your throat causing your body to lurch forward. Tears pricked your eyes as your coughing turned into violent dry heaving, the wheeze from your lungs desperately trying to push out the planet inside of your body echoing throughout the room. Hange and rest of the Survey Corps’ higher ups were probably in the weapons room by now, leaving you alone to your own suffering. Your fingertips dug into the stone flooring, your sputtering finally expelling the first fist-full of bright-blue, blood-slicked flowers from deep within your chest. Once it began, it didn’t stop. Over and over again, you threw up the bright flowers, their beauty tainted with the crimson blood dribbling from each and every petal.
At some point, you became aware of a hand resting against your back, dread serving as an anchor tethering you to where you knelt on the floor. When your gagging calmed down, you sharply sucked air in through your teeth, desperate to catch your breath and stop the feeling of your head swimming. You knew you were covered in spit, blood, and forget-me-not petals, but you didn’t care about your physical appearance. The person at your side didn’t have to speak—you already knew who was at your side.
“Please,” you croaked, voice husky and hoarse from having just coughed up over a dozen flowers in one go, “don’t say anything. Please, Levi.”
“You want me to sit back and watch you kill yourself?” came his blunt remark, much to your dismay. He wasn’t going to let it go; of course he wasn’t. The two of you had been together for a decade at this point and the worry that he felt for you buzzed through the air like electricity.
Your wild eyes met his taciturn expression, tears streaking down your face. “I don’t want to talk about this. Why did you even come back in here?”
“If you were hiding this, you did a shit job. You acted weird throughout the meeting. How long?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Levi clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “Is that something you could be saying?” He was quiet, gaze flickering to the pool of flowers on the ground before tentatively bringing up in a quiet tone that was almost uncharacteristic of him, “You’re dying, and you didn’t say anything. Were you just going to lie down and not fight this?”
A laugh bubbled from the back of your throat, disbelief written across your face. Pushing off the floor, you sat back on your knees. “I don’t want to have the surgery.”
“…That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Levi brought himself to his feet, hands brushing off the imaginary dust that clung to his clothing. Without much warning, his hand hooked around your arm and hoisted you up, his strength guiding you towards the door. “You want to die? Then do it under someone else’s watch.”
“Let go,” you demanded, yanking your arm away from his grip. Frustration simmered inside of your veins, your hurt and anguish for this man finally spilling out in one fell swoop. Hot, fresh tears gushed from your eyes, yet you made no move to conceal them. Your heart was, for the first time in over ten years, on display for Levi to see and the fear of his rejection wasn’t enough for you to keep your silence any longer. “You don’t get to dictate what I can and can’t do! So what if I don’t want the surgery? So what if I’m being stupid? Even though I’m like this, I can’t let go! So, what am I supposed to do, Levi?”
The raven-haired male was silent for a moment, drinking in your broken features with a glint of concern etched into his body language. It was faint and difficult to see, but you knew him like the back of your hand; it was easy to tell and see what he was thinking, at this point. His lack of response prompted you to shake your head, your voice small and as fragile as splintered glass as you asked, “Is there really no way you’d love me back? Am I putting myself through hell for nothing?”
Levi was tight-lipped, body tense and unmoving as he continued to study you. Desperate, you latched onto the sleeves of his jacket, voice thick with tears. “I fucking love you, Levi. If there’s even a chance for you to feel the same, please tell me.”
A long, drawn out pause filled the air until Levi’s fingertips—calloused from years of training and fighting—uncurled your hands from his frame, features pressed into the same, apathetic expression you were so used to him wearing. “Get the surgery,” he said firmly, his singular sentence tearing you asunder from the inside out. Your face crumpled, the flower inside of your chest throbbing painfully at the notion that he would never love you back.
No matter how much you wanted him, Levi Ackerman wasn’t in love with you.
“I’m telling Hange when I walk out this door. Once it’s over, things can…go back to the way they were.” Helplessly, you watched Levi exit the room, missing the way his features twisted in misery as he listened to you collapse into yourself, your sobbing playing again and again inside of his head.
How could he promise you something when everyone he ever loved withered and died underneath his touch? You were too precious to lose, even if it killed him in the end.
Inside of his chest, a familiar burn pulsated, the urge to cough becoming more and more difficult to ignore even as his legs carried him down the hall.
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Vesper || jjk
↠ Vesper↞ “There’s a first time for everything.”
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 2k
Warnings/Genre: doberman hybrid!kook. human reader. explicit language. fluff. PG 13. one shot.
This fic is apart of The Hybrid Collab hosted by @jeonggukkiepabo! A special thank you to Anna for bearing with my idiotic forgetfulness, aka me writing this and then forgetting to post it over my hiatus. 🥴 ᵖˡˢ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵉ (also it’s a lot shorter now than it had been when i’d written it bc sfw lol)
All works here are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission. That is illegal and you are stealing no matter if you give credit or not
Cold – adjective.
Definition: freezing your fucking ass off.
You were well acquainted with the word– all but became one with it– what, with how absolutely balls cold out it was. The line to get into Vesper was stretched all the way down the sidewalk outside of the building, and extended out of sight around the corner. Sounds of city life echoed through the streets, cars zooming in between traffic and music leaking out of the bars.
From the crack in Vesper’s backdoor, the beginning’s of a hip-hop song filtered from the expensive sound system. It was loud, eardrum-rattling so, and you closed your eyes, leaning against the brick wall off to the side. A cloud of white left your parted lips as your warm breath hit the biting chill in the air. It was too bad that you were nowhere near drunk enough for the weather not to bother you.
Why you’d chosen to follow your friends out in sub-freezing temperatures was a mystery. You hated clubs, how packed to the walls they were, filled with writhing bodies so close together like sardines. It made you feel utterly claustrophobic, but it was your friend’s birthday and so you couldn’t opt out of following along with the group’s plans for the night. Not that you were ever able to say no to them when they insisted on dragging you out to the place.
Vesper was a popular club that you were sometimes forced to go to, located in the heart of downtown that catered to not only humans, but hybrids as well. It wasn’t the first establishment to do so, seeing as how hybrids integrated into society more than a decade ago. No longer were they as discriminated against as they once were, back when they first came about.
No one was 100% certain on how they’d even come to be; some sort of radiation exposure. The first hybrids had been humans, before they changed, morphed. Due to some sort of exposure to radiation, their cells had multiplied and transformed over the course of a few weeks until half of their genetic makeup resembled animal genes.
While the blatant racism had died out over the years, some, the more elitist members of society, still discriminated against hybrids. Looked down at them because they were born to be ruled more by their animal instincts than their human counterparts. Treated them as less-than because they weren’t completely human, when they were really just misunderstood.
Because of the fact that they were more tapped into their animal side and therefore behaved that way, hybrids used to be seen as beings who could be let loose into society. Who could not “control themselves.” So they took them as pets, tried to tame and sell them.
Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you fished a cardboard box from the inside pocket of your coat. The sound of you tapping out a white cigarette was in time with the beat of the song pouring outside, and blended in with the cars honking out past the alleyway. Normally, you weren’t one for smoking. But after the stress of college finals week on top of the feeling of the walls closing in on you back inside Vesper, you’d asked one of your friends for their carton in hopes of calming your racing heart.
“Shit,” you murmured as you scoured your pant pockets for a lighter and then groaned when you failed to find one.
Because of course, your luck was anything but lucky and you really didn’t feel like trying to part the sea of sweaty people back inside in search of one. Pursing your lips, you let your head tip back against the brick wall behind you and let your eyes flit over the light polluted sky like it somehow held the answers to all of your life’s problems.
“Need a light?”
The addition of a new voice had you jumping away from the wall with a startled squeak. Hand pressed to your chest as if that would somehow restart your skipping heart, you whirled around. Standing in the now wide-opened back doorway into Vesper was a familiar face. Well, as familiar as a practical stranger could be.
Beneath the single, flickering light in the alley, his black t-shirt with SECURITY printed in white glowed in the surrounding darkness. It stretched itself over his broad shoulders, the bottom tucked into the slim waist of his pants. Your gaze slowly slid up his tanned neck, past his coral colored, pouty lips, sharp jaw, and the straight bridge of his nose. His wavy, dark hair was parted a little off-center, the sides falling over his forehead until it threatened to hide his stare from your view.
Finally, your eyes met his. Framed by long eyelashes, they were a bright, inhuman shade of lilac. Not all hybrids were equipped with the features of one, like a set of sensitive, animal-like ears or even a tail. If a human and a hybrid got together and had children, those kids would end up possessing more human cells than animal. Therefore, their appearances mirrored that.
But they were never completely indiscernible.
Just like every other time you’d ever laid your sights on him, your pulse skyrocketed and your stomach fell through the floor. And also like every other time, you pushed the feeling away and refused to acknowledge it. Because harboring a crush on a man who you’d only conversed with occasionally was a bad idea.
Especially when they were as handsome as he was.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jungkook apologized shyly. His voice wasn’t too deep, nor was it high; lying right in the middle. Switzerland
“No, it’s alright.”
It was notalright, if only because the man made you feel flustered.
The only time the two of you really interacted was whenever he’d be scheduled to man security at Vesper’s entrance checking IDs. A small comment about the weather here, a compliment given with a flash of a smile with the reddening of cheeks there. Hell, the only reason you even knew his name was because it was etched onto the heart of his shirt.
“So,” Jungkook began, still standing in the doorway like some kind of club guardian. “Need a light?” He nodded his head at the unlit white stick tucked between your fingers, his parted hair brushing across his eyebrows with the movement.
“Oh. Yeah, you have one,” you asked.
He answered your query by pulling a lighter from the back of his pants pocket and finally slipped away from the door, leaving it open a crack so the two of you wouldn’t get locked out. The music flooding out from inside quieted down to a barely-there whisper. Pressing the cigarette between your lips, you almost faltered when he stepped close to you.
Jungkook’s body heat practically swallowed you whole as he entered your personal space with a cute smile pulling up at the corners of his lips. His two front teeth were a little too big for his mouth and you would’ve suspected his animal counterpart to be a bunny or rabbit of some sort if it wasn’t for his job. The small mammals tended to be pacifists and you doubted working as a security guard counted towards pacifism.
The lighter came to life with a clickand a tiny burst of flame, and you watched from beneath your lashes as he lit the end of your preferred cigarette. As soon as you felt the heat of the smoke sear itself into your lungs, a thought came to you.
“Wait,” you began, lowering the white stick from your lips to dangle from your cold fingers. “Doesn’t the smell bother you?”
Jungkook’s cheeks puffed up beneath the weight of another smile and he stepped back from crowding you to lean a shoulder against the brick wall. “My roommate, Yoongi, smokes. So I’m used to it.” He tapped a finger to his nose.
“If you’re sure,” you said hesitantly.
“I’m sure.”
Humming, you resumed your position of leaning against the brick, your shoulder only a few inches away from his. Hybrid’s tended not to wear perfume or cologne because of their elevated sense of smell, but Jungkook must have been wearing some. Or perhaps it was just the scent of his laundry detergent that drifted from his body like an invisible cloud.
It was comforting. In a way that you couldn’t quite understand.
Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, you took a slow drag from your cigarette and made care to blow the resulting smoke away from him. “Ditching work?”
He was looking out past the alleyway and towards the busy street beyond. Jungkook’s side profile was stunning even in the near darkness. “Technically, I amworking.”
“Oh?” Your voice was filled with amusement. “Expecting someone to pop out from the darkness like Batman and attack the club?”
He snorted, his tongue darting out to wet his soft looking lips. “Batman would never attack a club.”
“There’s a first time for everything.” Shrugging, you sneaked a peak over at him again to notice him already looking at you. His violet hued eyes glowed brightly as they roved over your features appreciatively.
“How about a first date then?”
You sputtered, choking on nothing except air at his blunt words. “I–what?”
Jungkook broke eye contact for a moment, your reaction coaxing a light shade of pink onto his cheeks. “I like you. And I know we don’t really know each other, but we always end up running into each other, which is why I want to change that.” He looked back at you, expression soft. “If you’re interested, of course.”
“I..,” swallowing, your mouth opened and closed in shock before your tongue finally let the syllables slip. “I would like that very much.”
His answering grin lit up the shadows lingering in the alleyway.
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1 | friend in me.
“don’t confuse your party friends with your real friends.” (x)
muses. party friend!jungkook x reader ft. bestfriend!taehyung ft. ex-boyfriend!namjoon
genre. university au. fwb. f2l.
words. 6.1k
warnings. mentions of break up, mild exhibition, alcohol use, future mentions of joint, future smut, mature content
alternative title. to my dear friend.
final part. exclusives only (x)
note. this fic hasn’t been showing up in searches no matter how many times i repost and it’s got a special place in my heart so i really want it to reach the audience, that’s why i made a few changes in hopes to beat the odds lol. enjoy!
x
striking up an unlikely pact to look out for each other’s backs at parties, is the last thing you expect to do with jeon jungkook. sure, you may or may not find a reason to laugh at his lousy antics and corny pick up lines - he’s also a great kisser but that’s besides the point.
the point is, you’d like to keep him as that - the friend that you meet at parties and parties only. so when you see him on your campus grounds, naturally your first instinct is to stop, turn the opposite way you’re heading and where he’s coming from - and start fast-walking to the other end of the campus like the devil is after you.
except that devil comes in the form of denim jacket, white undershirt and wavy dark hair that easily falls over doe eyes that seem to sparkle when you freeze at the sound of your name and turn around to face him with an awkward smile.
he breaks into a mini jog, leaving his friends that you’ve never seen before, behind. your own friends who you’ve been walking with and ditched at the sight of him, gawping at you and the new face from the spot where you decided to leave them at.
why couldn’t they have gone on their merry way - regardless if you’d paused and trekked to the opposite direction you were heading to?
jungkook skids to a stop in front of you, pretty pink lips quirking after he tilted his head to shift his hair out of his eyes instead of pushing it back with his hands.
“hey,” he greets, glancing down at his scuffing vans before meeting your gaze again, the tip of his tongue running over his bottom lip before retreating back into his mouth, leaving a sheen of moistness on his lips, “i didn’t know you went here.”
willing yourself to smile, you push your hair to the back of your ear before wrapping your arms around your chest, “yeah,” you drag out with an awkward chuckle, not as oblivious as he is of the stolen glances coming from the people passing through the walkway.
“what are you doing here though?” you notice his own friends that he ditched waiting for him several feet away - a group of attractive men and women who clearly belong to the equally high place group from your own faculty.
and yet here he is, talking to you - the ghost with rounded glasses sitting atop her nose and faded chapsticks on her lips. out of all the days you could have looked more zombie-esque, jungkook had to show up at your faculty today.
he’s nice enough not to point it out though as his lips turn into an ‘o’ shape. if you focus, you’d probably see the light bulb going off in his head as the answer to your question hits him. though at this point, you’ve already been hit by your own realization of the reason for there being more people walking around with mechanical appendages and remote control of every kinds. it must be-
“we’re here for the robocup tournament,” he grins, excitement apparent in the way his eyes seem to widen as you can almost hear the screws in his brains working before the question tumbles out of his mouth-
“what about you? are you joining?”
you want to laugh.
and that’s the thing about jungkook - he’s so good at reading you that he knows something’s up. brows knitting together, “what’s... up?”
the shaking of your head is purely reactionary - you’ve made a few friends who came around to compete at times your faculty was the one to hosted it, like now. it’s not as serious as it seemed to be but it’s not entirely something you joke around either since it involved someone’s blood, sweat and tears to make the cut but-
“guess you haven’t heard about the long standing tradition of the circuit breaker’s string pulling. the competition’s rigged.” despite your too willing trip down memory land, you still let your eyes dart around in case anyone’s listening. after you’re sure no one was, only then do you finally go on, “every year, they pick a judge’s kid as part of the team - even if they weren’t enrolled in seollyu and were in some other non-robotics related university, they’ll get close to them and keep them around until the competition. one year, one of them even went as far as dating a judge’s daughter when they couldn’t recruit her into their team.”
swallowing down the bile, you pretend not to notice the complete downturn of his lips as you roll your shoulders in a shrug out of the need of having something to do that doesn’t require focusing on the conflicted, purse lipped frown on jungkook’s face.
“oh wow, we never heard anything like that in beongju.” he murmurs, eyes drawn to the grass a feet away as he contemplates.
“it’s okay, what matters is you guys have fun.” you wave a dismissive hand, smile more natural but still sporting its awkward tucks.
“yeah,” jungkook nods before he meets your gaze, smiling in a half-hearted attempt to ease his own mind, “who knows? maybe this year, beongju will come out victorious.”
you nod, chest blooming with hope - a wishful thinking perhaps, “maybe.”
it’s when his eyes twinkle with a different kind of excitement that you know the matter of the competition is past him, and that’s your cue to go.
“hey, are you-“
“i have a class to-
you both stop at the same time, staring at the other for the longest moment before jungkook offers for you to continue, “you first.”
“um,” you would have deflect it back to him out of politeness. that is, if you didn’t know that he was going to ask you if you were free. possibly to grab lunch or a smoothie somewhere. but that’s the thing, outside of parties, you’re a completely different person altogether. right now, you’re the all-work, no-play study-hard. none of your equally study hard friends are aware of how you are at parties - none of the people you know, know how you are at parties because you made sure to attend only those you’re sure you wouldn’t run into acquaintances. of course it’s difficult and there are a few familiar faces you can identify as people from your faculty at every party but barely which is a safe amount. so it doesn’t make sense to break the unspoken, mutual understanding of the core you and jungkook’s friendship is built on. he might have forgotten how important it was for you that you were strictly ‘fun’ friends, so it’s your job to remind him, “i have class right now.”
you take a step back in preparation to bolt towards said nonexistent on-going class, “but hey, good luck on robocup. oh yeah, what were you gonna tell me?”
jungkook’s “oh - uh,” shouldn’t have sent waves of relief to you the way it does, but when he mumbles a “nothing - it was nothing.” you couldn’t help but suppress a grateful sigh.
on any other occasion, with a person completely separate from jeon jungkook, you would have pressed on - encouraged them to say what they initially wanted to say. but instead, you shoot him a smile, “oh -okay. guess i’ll see you around?”
“uh,” it’s clear as day that he doesn’t want to just leave it up to chance to bump into you in this big building with at least a thousand occupants coming and going everyday throughout the competition but the way smacks his lips shut tells you he there’s something holding him back, so he settles with a, “yeah... see you around.”
x
“you know,” you pause, tendrils of reluctance forbidding you from relaying the tale of how you and jungkook met in hopes it was indicative enough but judging from the way jisoo has her eyebrows raised, lisa with her knowing smile, taehyung and jimin expectantly waiting but with the first actually shooting you an meaningful stare - it seems like you have no choice but to say it-
“we spoke a few times at different parties and realize we have the same party mutual and get invited to the same parties so... we decided to hang together... at parties.”
“hang,” lisa echoes, underlying tone couldn’t have been more obvious as she grins from ear to ear.
“please, no way in hell do you just hang with jeon fucking jungkook when there’s booze and a dozen of empty rooms involved.” jisoo comes barreling through like a bulldozer, hands in the air as she squeals at whatever scenario her mind is cooking up in her head.
laughter trickles out of your mouth as you hide your face in your palms in an attempt to avoid jisoo and lisa’s eyes and the things that they’re hinting at with a mere gaze.
“why?” taehyung’s baritone finally hits the air as he leans back against the recliner. once the silence settles in a second later and all eyes turn his way, he adds, “not that it’s any of our business but,” he shrugs, “he’s not really your crowd - not any of our crowd.”
that’s the million dollar question. taehyung hates beers and crowded places - which is a surprise given his social butterfly-ness among all five of you. jimin, jisoo and lisa do go parties - those that your closest friends would be at. otherwise, they aren’t adventurous as you.
maybe jimin has a another side that you don’t know - it’s a known fact that he has other friends. dance friends, drinking friends, and whatever type of people with similar interests who flock a certain direction.
just like how you had jungkook and the group of friends you hung out with at parties.
“i mean, my dance friends aren’t exactly your kind of crowd either,” jimin interjects from the floor, head lulled to the back to look at taehyung, “remember how you wanted to avoid hoseok at all costs after i brought you to a practice once?”
“yeah,” you instantly second, hand gesturing to the man in a ‘exactly what he said’ manner before turning to the taller guy, “everyone makes friends where their usual friends aren’t.”
“i guess,” he cedes after what felt like the longest pause in your history of friendship.
it is that moment, just as your muscles begin to relax, that your phone dings with a notification. unbeknownst to you that you still command the attention in the entire room, you cluelessly let check out the new text message.
koo: we lost ):
“it’s him.” lisa announces, the bed shaking as she scoots away when you try to swat her thigh.
“and she has him saved as koo,” she - without any trace of intentionally constructed pun, coos, hands clasped together next to her tilted head as she bumps it with jisoo who’s mimicking her gestures.
“he just texted to say he lost,” you clarify, shaking your head at the two girls’ antics.
not that it changes anything as jisoo leans her whole body against lisa, an arm on her forehead in a troubled manner, “now i wish i had a boyfriend.”
lisa hums in agreement, her long limbs extending to wrap around the older girl’s torso as she rests her chin on top of jisoo’s dark brown tresses.“me too, sweetie. me too.”
typing out a ‘i’m so sorry. it’s okay they don’t deserve your talent anyway ):’ with a mixture of emojis, you hit send just before turning to what jimin is saying.
“...go to one. i heard alpha sig is having one tomorrow,” then he turns to you, as though you bear an abundance of knowledge about which place is having a party and on what day, “right ____?”
it takes you a moment to piece together what he said. you didn’t hear the beginning but you’re sure it’s something along the lines of jimin setting the two lonely singles to break their 2 month no-party streak and maybe get that boyfriend they wanted.
“jimin, i’m not sure,” you say shortly before turning to the two girls,“not that that many good, upstanding citizen of men go to the parties i went to though but maybe there’s a miracle waiting for you girls,” you smile in genuine hopefulness while referring to an entirely hopeless place. but it turns into an emphatic one as the two girls fake cry about the minimal chance they have to get a - in what you could make out of jisoo’s fake bawling - hot, sexy party boyfriend. whatever that meant.
you don’t have the time to confirm it when your phone dings again.
koo: thanks i can always count on you to be real w me 🥺🥰
another grey bubble pops pushes the text you’re reading upwards.
koo: you coming to alpha sig’s party?
koo: we have to be here for the closing ceremony tmr anyway
koo: help me make good memories before i leave seollyu 🥺
you suppress the urge to roll your eyes at that. he’s only been here for one day and he got invited to one of the most hard-to-get-in parties on the campus.
naturally, you and jimin were invited from your underlying reputations. and naturally, whoever you bring is invited too.
except you’re not a fan of going to parties that you know you’d meet the exact people you didn’t want to meet.
lisa peeks at your phone the second time - and you didn’t even notice until she screams, “___’s going to alpha sig’s!”
“oh my god, will he be there?” jisoo leans her entire body over lisa in a reckless abandon to get a peek of what the younger one saw only to have you hold your phone away.
“um? privacy? anyone?” you offer while jisoo pouts.
“duh, she’s going because of him.” lisa says im a matter-of-factly, “otherwise, she wouldn’t even entertain the thought of going to any party infested with people we already had to see sober.”
“am not.” you counter, the matter of replying already long forgotten as you cross your arms over your chest, phone tucked in between the side of your boob and hand, “if i’m going, it’d be because i want to!”
“so you’re going?” jisoo blinks, eyes twinkling with hope. so are lisa’s.
you have no choice but to turn your cheek to a laughing park jimin on the floor. his pupils disappearing behind his lids. clearly, he’s not going to back you up. so you turn to the only other person who you thought would.
“if tae’s going then i’ll go,” you declare, already feeling the triumph of what the man would choose from his precedent choices. “not that you guys need me to get in since jimin’s already-“
“sure.” the taller man announces.
you’re forced to make a double take while your jaw drops in your lap along with jisoo and lisa’s while jimin blinks in surprise from your periphery.
completely conscious of the gazes boring into his skull, taehyung attempts to casually shrug it off as a- “since you guys are going, you know.”
jisoo yelps in celebration before going “great, who’s up for some chicken?” shooting up and sending the mattress shaking as she takes big steps over your legs and hops off the bed. hands planted on her hips, she glances around the room with the residue of a pleased smile from the decision of all five of you finally going to a party together.
“me!” lisa follows suit with the exception that she’s crawling on her hands and knees to get off the bed.
“me but i don’t want to get up.” jimin whines, unmoving from his spot which is lying on the fluffed pink carpet as taehyung’s birthday present to his otherwise creme themed room.
“come on, park. get your ass off the floor and to the parking lot - get it, park jimin goes to the parking lot?” jisoo begins tugging on his wrist, the sight rather comical considering how she’s trying to make a man twice her size sit up, let alone move to get to the car seeing as he’s the only one with one.
lisa shares a doubtful look with you and taehyung at the poorly made pun, questioning why jimin seems to be the only one chuckling but then again, he’s always been the easiest to entertain.
after huffing and puffing, jisoo finally plucks the boy off the floor. but getting him to walk the distance from his apartment to the car is another feat.
it’s when their voices echo in the hallway, and you and a certain taller man is left in the room, do you notice the difference in this silence compared to the rest as he pushes himself up.
“are you going for real?” you finally ask, throwing your feet over the bed.
taehyung’s lips pucker as he contemplates the pros and cons, “what’ll i do if i don’t go? binge watch maze runner and be reminded of the fact that all third movies suck?”
maybe he doesn’t hate parties as much as you initially thought. after all, it’s been a year since he vomited all over kim sowon while making out on the couch at alpha sig’s.
you grin, elbowing the man as you both make your way out of the room, “hey, maybe you could find yourself a girlfriend while you’re at it.”
taehyung’s laugh doesn’t reach his eyes but you chalk it up with the jitters of the thought of having alcohol course through his veins and surrounded by bodies on the dance floor, “huh, yeah.”
x
the day fly by between getting to classes and getting lunch - it was a feat to convince everyone to go to dumpling place just a little bit off campus but you’d managed and subsequently successfully avoided running into jungkook for the day.
“bih, what the fuck?” lisa gawks, jaw descended to the ground as she stares at your mini black crop top that stops a few inches above your high-waist ripped jeans.
if you didn’t show up to classes in sweats and oversized sweaters, round glasses and hair always up in your laziness to make them look presentable - every day, maybe your ability to throw on some eye make up and highlights over your foundation wouldn’t have been so much as a surprise.
unlike you, your friends have always been on top of their game when it comes to appearing like functioning members of society. the clothes they have now have also been worn to class before - that’s how you know their confidence is sky high while yours require a little bit of help depending on what you wear.
why they decided to adopt a munchkin like you into their otherwise perfect clique, you’ll never know - but maybe it had something to do with you looking like a lost puppy in your first year with your round glasses and the thick books you carry around. it was a matter of time you ran into someone and drop them - that someone being jisoo.
after that, the rest was history - your prejudices towards groups of attractive people have never been so diminished.
your hair bounces gently as you hop into the passenger seat, giggling shyly at the attention you’ve garnered with your otherwise usual getup for a fun time.
“if i knew you won’t have any problems surviving off skinny jeans and cute tops, i would have burned those baggy clothes a long time ago.” jisoo confesses, red lips curled into an impressed ‘o’ as she takes in your appearance.
you gasp, truly offended to know your day-to-day choice of outfit has never been any of your friend’s preference yet only now do they make it known - talk about fake friends! “don’t you insult my comfy clothes like that!”
a light bump on her shoulder forces her to tear her gaze away and turn her cheek to the grinning girl next to her, “maybe she has a reason to dress cute.”
and just like that, the two breaks out into coos. sending you signals with their entire face muscles as jimin chuckles from the driver’s seat.
“but you know, this is how ___ usually dress up for parties even like before she met jungkook.”
you send praises to the gods for sending you this blessing of a friend as you fix the two girls a smirk, posing like a model as much as the cramped space allows you, “nah, i got it from my momma.”
an onslaught of protest - denials - mixed with cheers erupt as you begin to poorly mimic that of models with your limbs pointing in every direction and body bending in weird angles. it doesn’t take long before laughter tumbles out of everyone’s mouth, the front seaters included - taehyung had achingly turned in his seat to attend your fashion show while jimin stole glances in the rearview mirror.
x
yoo jeongyeon is the first to wave you over. if there’s a grey area where party friends and real friends merge together, it’ll be her. you’ve gone to parties together and had fun - though the last time you did, you ended up waking up on the same bed with some guy on the floor.
jin? jun? jeong? j-something grinned when he woke up to the sight of you two, “so... can i get you girls’ number?”
jeongyeon didn’t bother to hold back her grimace and you’d strutted into the bathroom as if you didn’t hear him.
“kim taehyung, lisa manoban and kim jisoo.” she studies each one with an impressed, “how did jimin and ____ manage to haul your asses out and over here?’
“the single life they’ve been walking has finally slapped them in the face and they finally want-“ you get cut off by lisa’s fake chuckle that sounds every bit forced.
“-wasted.”
“-boyfriends!”
they end up saying at the same time. while jisoo is finds no fault in her confession, lisa’s face is heating up - coming second next to you when it comes to shying back into her shell when topics like these come to light.
“taehyung too.” jisoo hooks her hand around the aforementioned man’s arm, stopping him from slowly disappearing into the crowd like a certain park jimin has, her other one around younger girl.
“jeongyeon, you have introduce us to cute guys or we’ll end up dying from all this single-ness!”
at that, the woman burst into laughter, hand on her stomach as she tries and fails to suppress it.
“i don’t know,” she wipes a tear from the corner of her eyes, “isn’t that more of ____’s specialty?”
“uh,” it takes a heartbeat for you to register what jeongyeon is saying before the same heart in your chest crashes against the ground at her next words.
“everyone knows,” a meaningful smile quirks on her lips, “about you and-“
“i- uh, i think i heard jackson calling me - something about a group project.” you quickly say, cursing yourself for the less than plausible excuse to get away.
and the three girls think so too as they call you out for it but you don’t stop until they’re out of earshot and out of the spotlight, ending up at a table full of booze.
you pop a can open, letting the bitter taste wash over your suddenly dry throat. the alcohol hasn’t got to you yet but you know it will and maybe that’s the only thing you have going on as you walk around, waving to people you know and lingering to talk with some, noticing that most of them are halfway to getting drunk.
some time later, you spot jisoo, lisa and jeongyeon dancing with some of your close friends. beer in their hands. you wonder how they’re going to find a boyfriend or even a hook up if they just keep to their circle - that was the clear as day distinction between you and them.
where they feel the most comfortable surrounded with familiar faces - regardless of whether they like them - you find comfort on a room full of strangers and the knowledge that you wouldn’t see them anymore after that.
but that wasn’t the case for jungkook. after one too many parties and several ‘hey, i was hoping i’d see you’s, a sense of camaraderie starts forming. of course, rules don’t apply where it would in a normal, socially sober setting.
you were friends as much as you were fucking like rabbits. finding comfort in mornings where you wake up without a sense of recollection, a throbbing headache and a lump of body underneath the sheets only to sigh in relief upon finding out who it was as though to say ‘oh thank god it’s you and not some rando i won’t know how to politely kick out while emphasizing that i have class in like 5.’
you embark on a visual searching journey to look for the same boy who wouldn’t mind if you had to shut the door in his half-awake face on mornings you had to get ready for class and still smiled at you later that night when you meet at a different party - until your gaze lands on a pair of brown eyes.
instead of wide and doe-like, the one that captured yours are hooded and heavy, boring into the windows of your soul. all of a sudden, you’re brought back to the same time last year. back when you were just a freshie with a stomach full of butterflies as you shyly look away from those piercing eyes.
but now, all you feel is your stomach rearranging and bile almost rising to your throat as you take a swig of the beer before melding into the crowd.
alpha sig is known for their closeness with circuit breaker, having been been sponsored by your own faculty for those with outstanding achievements to stay on-campus.
but none of the circuit breakers ever come to these parties - or at least, he never did.
almost as though the stars and planets aligned to manifest your only thought, a familiar voice wraps around the syllables of your name. and you would have continued on your merry way and pretend like you didn’t hear anything, if only you’re not in a hallway where there’s least people and subdued music compared to the dance floor you just escaped from.
“i heard you’ve been around,” kim namjoon stands at the end of the hallway, decked in plain gray t-shirt underneath a leather jacket and black pants. he takes easy, casual steps towards you with a dimpled smile that couldn’t have been more vain, “but i couldn’t believe my ears,” his shoulder line jolts as he shrugs, “well, until now, at least.”
“who would’ve thought? the cute ___ who blushed from a simple peck would have this side to her.” he stands a good half a head over you, his cologne’s changed from the last time you’d come in such a close proximity like you are now.
“yeah,” you drag out in a half-singing voice, face schooled into an unfazed expression, “i mean, it’s better than going around tricking girls into sleeping with you, right?”
at that, his smile instantly drops into a hard set frown as he lowers his voice, “i didn’t ‘trick’ you into having sex with me,” his lips quirk up at possibly a recollection of that night, “as i recall, you begged me to take your virginity.”
“that was before i knew your shitty motives to get brownie points from my dad just so you could win a stupid competition,” your voice is equally low and threatening, body heating up from the remembrance of those unreplied texts and the look in his eyes when you approached him that monday after the tournament - like he didn’t even know you.
namjoon laughs - the sound dripping with mockery as he throws his head back slightly, “come on, that was like a year ago. get over it.”
that’s it.
that’s when your mind is the clearest. no amount of beer could tell you otherwise - that this man right here doesn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt on the occasions that your friends begin spilling hot tea about the leader of circuit breaker and the things the members have done to win. they didn’t know about you and namjoon - nobody really does. you should have known those late night meetings and nothing but a polite smile when you pass in the hallways - were all red flags.
ones that you willfully ignore in the guise of ‘i’m not ready to tell everyone yet’s and ‘it doesn’t matter, if nobody knows, right? as long as i know you’re my girl’s
“you’re a dick.”
you push past him, cursing internally when he doesn’t budge and you’re the one who ends up with an almost dislocated shoulder.
it is only when you’re pushing a through the sea of bodies and swatting hands that try to grope your ass, does a certain doe-eyed, bunny smile enter your vision.
almost instantly, the urge to pinch the hand on your lower back disappears after knowing who its owner is. you’re pressed up against each other - the dance floor doesn’t allow much room for personal space and you’ve shared your personal spaces with each other far too many times to need that kind of distance from each other.
“i was looking for you,” the alcohol in his breath doesn’t feel all that repugnant as he nears his mouth to the shell of your ear, igniting a fire that kim namjoon had set up with the previous exchange.
he stands straighter, lips puckered sulkily as he swayed your bodies together, “we lost and everyone in my team had girlfriends or boyfriends to comfort them-”
your hands that cup his face and digs into his messy tresses make him clamp his mouth shut. the gentlest protrusion of his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows in anticipation.
he asked and you shall grant it.
girlfriend. fuck buddy. what difference does it make?
“i know, koo. i’m sorry you wasted your time on that dumb competition.” you purr, noticing how his gaze becomes glazed as he steals a glance at your lips before meeting your eyes again.
a heartbeat later, you’re pressing your mouth against the softest pair of lips you’ve ever known. mentally, you make a note to ask what he uses to keep them smooth and kissable.
he snaps out of his stupor a moment later, hands snaking down to grab your ass like he’s done this a million times before and knows just how to get you moaning into his mouth. almost as natural as breathing, he slips his tongue past your lips tasting you.
another moan escapes you when he begins kissing down your chin, trailing sloppy kisses on your neck and suckling on the one spot that gets your heart palpitating on your chest. hands tucking on his pleated outer shirt for the sake of having something to hold.
you bring jungkook’s face to yours, noticing the sheen on his pinker lips before pressing another deep kiss. he doesn’t to think twice to react. one hand on your free hand slipping underneath your crop top. when someone shove into jungkook, almost sending you tumbling backwards and ending up doing the same to another person - jungkook curses. “fucking drunktards.”
a giggle escapes your lips, “pot calling the kettle black? we were probably bumping into people on nights we were shit faced drunk.”
“probably.” he shrugs, fingers lacing around your wrist as he guides you off the dance floor and into the kitchen where he doesn’t waste a second in hoisting you up onto the counter and slips in the space between your legs.
“hello.” you murmur, resting your forehead against his, cheeks hot and body aflame.
“hey, beautiful.” he fixes you a lazy grin, lips drawing closer to your mouth but before he manages to close the hair breadth’s distance, he stops.
“wait.” he murmurs against your lips, eyes glued to them as though he’s picturing another part of him on them.
“what?” you whisper, just as enticed by his own lips as your try to pull him closer with your arms that’s wrapped around his neck.
“are you drunk?” are his next words and you’re well aware the basis of where it spurred on.
once upon several parties ago, you’d included stopping you from putting on a risque show if your drunken self ever abandoned your self-restraint. jungkook, on the other hand, doesn’t love attention per se but he doesn’t shy away from it either.
“i’m not,” you assure, drawing closer to his lips by the second like moth drawn to flames. but you have enough sense to tilt your head to steal a glance towards the direction where you’ve been feeling a hole being drilled into your skull. your heart skips a beat when you catch namjoon’s eyes - he’s leaning against the wall with his friends either standing or sitting on the couch, beer in one hand.
“but i need your help to make someone jealous.”
jungkook follows your gaze towards namjoon and his friends a few feet away. it doesn’t take much for him to piece two and two together - especially after your a apparent animosity while telling him about the competition being rigged.
“ah,” he hums - you could just hear the smile in his voice. your knees weaken at the touch as you begin kissing the patch of skin closest to your lips which is his jawline. “i don’t know if i should be sad or happy that you’re finally agreeing to have sex in public with me because of some what’s-his-face guy.”
“not have sex sex,” you correct, delight filling your chest when he shivers - whether it’s from your touch of the image your words are painting in his head, you’re not sure, “but make out with me like you’re a kiss away from fucking me senseless?”
“i thought that’s a given?”
not needing to be told twice, you find yourself being devoured like a little rabbit in the arms of the beast. the background around you blurs together as you inhale jungkook’s scent, feel the warmth seep from his body to yours. your hand snakes down in between your bodies with one goal in mind: the gentle protrusion brushing against your own crotch.
“fuck a show,” jungkook hisses harshly against your mouth, breathing becoming labored as you caress him over the layer of his jeans, “where’s the closest room we can get to?”
you nod in agreement, hopping off the counter and tugging on your top to keep your nipples from being exposed after jungkook’s hand fall away from your breast at your retreat.
“they might have empty ones upstairs.” you tug on jungkook’s hand, making your way to the staircase and trying not to step over drunken bodies making out on the ground or simply passed out.
it’s when you get one foot on the stairs, that a clamoring thud erupts from somewhere on the dance floor - the air that was once blaring now pin drop silent. jungkook’s cheek presses against your back as he wraps his arm around your torso, a peck landing on your shoulder, not telling you to move but not really interested at the reason you paused to peer through the gaps of bodies that seemed to be looking at something just around the corner.
“shut the fuck up, dickhead!” a voice thunders against the walls after another thud that sounded like heavy equipment falling against the ground - and possibly breaking.
“must be those football guys fighting over a girl.” jungkook comments, uninterested.
on any other occasion, you would have agreed and gone on your merry way but it’s the unsettlingly familiar baritone that made you freeze in your spot in the first place. it’s with a rattling realization and the sight of jisoo among the throng of people, calling out “taehyung, leave it!” that gets you to trudge back to the floor, vaguely aware of jungkook trailing from behind with a “what’s wrong?”
eyes bore into your skull as you finally push through the throng of people and burst onto the scene. jisoo has her arms around taehyung’s while jimin appear miniature as he stands between the taller man and an unnervingly calm namjoon. the latter wipes a trace of blood from his busted lower lip as chills run down your spine when the man’s eyes falls on you, lips curving into a vain smile.
“why don’t you ask her yourself?” his voice drums against the walls - loud and clear to those who are watching which is basically everyone here.
“come on, ___, everyone wants to know if you begged me to be your first and how we fucked in the back room of the student lounge.”
#bts smut#jungkook smut#bts scenarios#jungkook scenarios#bts fic#bts fanfiction#jungkook fic#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook#bts#bts x reader#jungkook x reader#bts imagines#jungkook imagines
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Eldritch Moon my beloved
I think most Magic players are going to have a favourite set. Often that’s going to be one they started playing with, or one that really got them into the game, or one that had a limited or standard format they really enjoyed. A lot of people won’t, and that’s okay, they’re allowed, it’s hard to pick favourites sometimes.
But for me, it’s Eldritch Moon, aka the last time we went to Innistrad, and things got a bit more tentacular.
Eldritch Moon had a lot working against it from the get-go.
The Shadows block immediately followed the Battle for Zendikar block, one which a lot of people Didn’t Like. Whether it be for some of the more questionable art direction, for the relatively weak cards and boring parasitic mechanics, and for arguably some of the lamest story the game has had to date. More relevantly, though, it was a pair of sets where a fan-favourite plane was essentially dominated by squid monsters and lost a lot of its unique identity in the process- gone was the fun D&D-esque adventure world, replaced by stark wastelands and a war story with like one good story article. It’s the Tazri one.
And then the next set was Shadows over Innistrad. Another return to a fan-favourite plane, with a huge mystery being built up as to why everything was going to shit again. Why Avacyn and her angels were turning on humanity, why there are all these funky stones everywhere, what exactly Nahiri was doing fucking around on the plane of someone she apparently doesn’t like very much.
There were cryptic hints in the set itself. Its title is a reference to the Lovecraft story, Shadows over Innsmouth, with a fair few cards alluding to the story itself. A few cards did have subtle tentacles in the art, as well as subtle warping of flesh and world. The most damning clue came in the form of a puzzle regarding different flavour texts for the card Tamiyo’s Journal, which gave a particular phrase- “Remember this: they came as three”- flavour text from a Battle for Zendikar card referring to the three Eldrazi Titans, only two of which had been dealt with in that story.
Despite this, people still denied that this was the plot-to-be. There were still rumours that it was somehow Marit Lage again after all this time, or that the threat was a new one, or that it was somehow the Gitrog Monster’s fault. Personally, I wanted to believe this, and desperately didn’t want the next set to be Eldrazi-themed- I’d gotten pretty sick of them from BfZ and OGW and was very much enjoying all the new Werewolves and Madness cards and Delirium mechanic. This was at the point where I was drafting at FNM weekly, and the fun differential between the two blocks was stark.
But of course, the mystery was revealed. It was old god Emrakul the whoooole time! Quelle fucking surprise. And yet it ended up being significantly better than the previous block, for a number of reasons.
Firstly, the story is just kind of better. We get to see distinctly through the cards and the plot how the influence of Emrakul has affected the regular citizens of Innistrad, and how all its various factions- the Church, the vampire manors, the packs of werewolves, et cetera- were all twisted in her visage. We get to see the desperate fight against them, with all these gothic horrors warring against eldritch horrors, and against themselves. And we get both Jace doing some surreal journey-to-the-centre-of-the-mind shit while Liliana gets to be the hero and Tamiyo gives us an ending that raises more questions than it answers.
Also, Sorin gets stuck in a rock. Fuck that guy, Nahiri was always cooler, and fuck War of the Spark for apparently just having them make up off screen.
Secondly, the cards. Flavourwise, the three Eldrazi Titans’ corrupting influence manifests differently for each- Ulamog consumes and drains the world, Kozilek corrupts the mind and wreaks havoc on space, and Emrakul? As we see, Emrakul twists flesh into new and horrifying shapes, that the set’s cards display in loving and disgusting detail. While Ulamog and Kozilek’s drones were clearly a part of themselves, the Eldrazi of Innistrad all used to be something much more reasonable before Emrakul made it to the plane.
There are three types of Eldrazi in this set. Firstly- the transform mechanic from Innistrads previous has been played with to suit the needs of the flavour. With the exception of Ulrich, every single double-faced card represents a creature from the world, be it Human or Werewolf or otherwise, that is touched by Emrakul and makes a permanent transformation into something else. There’re masses of limbs, shapes echoing Emrakul herself, and flesh in configurations that Should Not Be. The shift on every card is stark, and in every case, you have to actively put in effort to push them over the edge- and off a cliff which they cannot come back from. This is especially true with the Meld mechanic, with the cards fusing into this giant monstrosity that literally dwarfs every other card on the table.
The next type of EMN-drazi is the Emerge creatures. The mechanic was extremely fun, almost all the cards were eminently playable in at least one format (mostly just limited), and the art is spooky. The flavour of some guy on your table getting fucking chestbursted and having fucking Elder Deep-Fiend pop out is incredible, and each is a great way of showing how the regular fauna of the plane (and flora, like, I think Lashweed Lurker is a plant or something) are mutating in response to the creature’s presence.
Finally, there’s the cards that make 3/2 Eldrazi Horror tokens. There’s less of these and they’re less intense, but by and large they’re a representation of the regular people being affected by the whole thing. Just about every card that makes one of these involves a creature dying in some way (Desperate Sentry, Otherworldly Outburst) or being spawned by an existing mass of flesh (Hanweir, Howling Chorus), and it gives this sense that everybody is affected by this effect.
Of course, that was also a thing in Battle for Zendikar block. The whole thing was Eldrazi, Eldrazi, Eldrazi, with even vanilla 4/3 worms having something to say about fighting them. They key difference of Eldritch Moon is that the flavour of the world is still preserved outside of this Eldrazi presence.
What I’m saying is- the gothic horror of Innistrad is still present despite the eldritch horror of the set’s antagonist. There’s still a corrupt and violent church (albeit with a few more tentacles now), there are still cults and Frankenstein zombies and vampires and werewolves. Innistrad’s tone is compatible enough with the Eldrazi’s that the combination enhances the two rather than diminishes them.
The final thing I want to say is just- the set’s really fun. It has a bunch of my favourite classic limited cards- Thermo-Alchemist, Ulvenwald Captive, and Boon of Emrakul- along with multi-format all-stars like Grim Flayer and Collective Brutality. It has big potential get-there moments with the Meld cards and some of the flip Eldrazi, and splashy interesting cards like Emrakul herself and Harmless Offering. The set drips with flavour that enhances the gameplay, with very little wasted space.
It’s a set I only really have two complaints about. Firstly- lol Ulrich isn’t good and wasn’t what basically any werewolf fan was after. And two- it suffers from an eternal issue that Magic only recently solved, in that it’s a Small Set with a pile of mechanics that it cannot possibly fully explore in its 200 or so cards. The biggest victim of this is Meld, as they could only fit 3 pairs in under the restraints of the set size. And that’s a real shame, considering that it’s a mechanic that we’re probably never seeing again, especially considering the recent Midnight Hunt. I really think there was a missed opportunity to not have a few leftover Eldrazi in that set- whatever happened to the Dronepack? Or the corrupted vampire houses? I suppose, though, that “I want more!” can be the best complaint a creator can get.
Eldritch Moon had big shoes to fill. However, in my eyes, it didn’t just fill those shoes. It filled them and kept filling them until its distended toes burst out the front and sides of the shoes and just kept growing, and bending in really weird ways, and I think I’ve lost the plot of this metaphor. It’s my favourite Magic set, and I don’t see that changing for a while.
#ramble#mtg#mtgemn#eldritch moon#this was the first storyline where jace actually got to be interesting
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1 and 2 for Ethan and Genevieve from 50 Ways To Say “I Love You” prompts
1. “Be Safe”, 2. “Make sure to come back to me, okay?”
A/N: This starts out super angsty, which I think we all expected when you sent me these prompts lol Don’t worry tho, there’s a happy-ish ending.
Also this got away from me and ended up a bit long. Sorry not sorry.
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Genevieve McClure)
No warnings, but there is a swear word or two. Gen swears when she’s mad and Ethan has made her MAD - we don’t keep secrets from our partners in this house.
50 Ways to Say “I Love You” Prompt List // Previous Prompts
He’s been avoiding her all week, coming up with a million excuses to leave the room every time they’re alone, not saying a word to her unless it's about a patient. It’s making her anxious. A heavy wave of uncertainty hanging over her. The last time Ethan acted this way, was a year ago, when she first joined the team. When they were nothing.
Genevieve knows something is wrong, can feel it deep in her bones. They were so far past this point. Past the longing glances and unfiltered heart ache, settled into a quiet commitment of public kisses and unbridled joy. But something has brought them back here and it’s wormed its way into her mind to the point where she can’t focus.
They’ve been in a team meeting for the last hour, sitting on opposite sides of the table. A rare occurrence these days, Ethan almost always sits in the chair next to her. Far enough to stay professional but close enough to reach for her hand if he wanted to.
But not this week. This week he’s sat across from her, never once looking her in the eye. Genevieve’s tried everything in the last hour to get him to look at her, to the point where she hasn’t heard a word of what Mendoza has said. She can’t focus on anything but the steady ache in her chest that grows with every new inch of distance between her and Ethan.
“So we’ll test for the usual suspects and go from there. Team dismissed.” Ethan’s voice breaks her out of her thoughts. His deep baritone echoing in her ears like a scream in a cave, ricocheting off her heart and fracturing everything in its wake.
Genevieve sees them all stand and she rises from her chair as well, glancing at Ethan as she gathers her things. He still won’t look at her, not even for a second.
“You should talk to him.” Baz’s voice is quiet, standing next to her with a sympathetic look on his face. He looks back at the door, watching Mendoza leave before continuing. “It’s not like you two to be so far apart like this. I hate to see you so upset.”
She looks quickly between Ethan and Baz, letting out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. “Is it that obvious?”
“To me, yes. I don’t think Mendoza’s picked up on your relationship yet or if he has he’s made no indication that he knows. But I can see how upset you are. Talk to Ethan, if only to give yourself some piece of mind.”
“Thanks, Baz.”
He gives her another comforting smile and gentle pat on the shoulder before he gathers his things and leaves. Genevieve takes a deep breath before looking over again at Ethan, sitting at his desk with his entire focus on the laptop in front of him.
“Let me know when you get the lab results back, McClure.” His voice is stoic, cold. The way it used to be, when he was so adamant that they couldn’t be together, sending another wave of fear through her.
“Of course.” Genevieve stares at him for another moment, swallowing back the overwhelming urge to cry when he refuses to look up from the screen. She closes her eyes and walks to the door, her heart feeling like it’s about to beat out of her chest.
Her mind is racing with a million different reasons why Ethan’s suddenly become so distant, the loudest of all being that he wants to end things. That he’s finally gotten bored with her and she’s no longer something he wants.
Genevieve knows, deep down, that the thought only comes from the dark corners of her mind. The after shocks of her father’s betrayal, the ever present thought that just like him, Ethan will one day get bored and cheat or leave her all together. Its an unprovoked and baseless thought, regardless of Ethan’s distance for the past week, he has never once showed any sign of repeating her father’s mistakes. But no matter how hard she tries, she can never truly quiet the voice in her head.
She grips the door handle, knuckles turning white as the thoughts make her feel like she’s on the spin cycle of a washing machine.
“Are you going to break up with me?” The words fly out of her mouth before she registers what she’s said.
“What?”
“Are you going to end this?” Genevieve finally turns from the door, eyes watering as she faces him. He’s standing up from the desk, his face contorted in confusion.
“Why would I - where is this coming from?”
“I don’t know, Ethan. Maybe from the fact that you’ve barely spoken to me all week.” She can feel the heartbreak slowly turn to rage, her eyes turning darker with every word she speaks. “You can’t look at me and any time I try to get close to you, you move away. You haven’t kissed me, touched me in any way, in a week. What am I supposed to think?”
“Genevieve,” Her name comes out in a terrified whisper, his eyes filled with guilt. “Come sit down for a minute, we should talk.”
“Oh my god, you are…” Her hand reaches for the door handle, steading herself against the cold glass. “I’m such an idiot.” She moves to open the door when she sees Ethan’s hand slam against it, blocking her only exit.
“You’re not - Gen, I’m not… just come sit down. Please.”
“No.” She shakes her head, a lump forming in her throat as her vision blurs. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I don’t want to do this standing in front of the door.”
“Well that’s too bad. Either you tell me what’s going on with you or you let me leave.”
“Genevieve, please.”
“Move your hand.”
“I’m leaving.” It comes out in a rush, his eyes roaming across her face. “I have to go back to the Amazon. They’re setting up a clinic and need me to help oversee its opening.”
“For how long?”
“Six weeks. Eight at the most.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She can feel her hands starting to shake, the anger rising to the surface. They weren’t supposed to have secrets, they were supposed to be the opposite of her parents. Truthful and caring.
“I… I didn’t know how or what to say.”
“So once again you were just going to pull away and leave without saying a word?” Genevieve moves away from the door walking to the other side of the office. “That’s… I can’t fucking believe you right now.”
“I would’ve told you.”
“Really? When?” She turns to look at him, the guilt on his face making her heart break. “Before or after you pushed me far enough away that you inevitably broke up with me. Or were you hoping that I would save you the trouble and leave you instead?”
“That’s not fair.”
“No, what’s not fair is you doing this to me, again. Except this time, we’ve been dating for six months which makes it even worse.” He moves towards her but she steps back, looking up at the white tiled ceiling. Genevieve closes her eyes and takes a breath. “When are you leaving?”
“Two weeks.”
“Wow. So it’s clearly been planned for a while if you already have everything in order.” She shakes her head in disbelief, her eyes burning with fury and unshed tears. “Well, glad to know I mean so little to you that I wasn’t the first person to know.”
“Don’t do that.” He moves towards her again, his voice raised to match her own. “Don’t diminish what we are like that.”
“I’m not diminishing anything, Ethan, you are!” She wipes a stray tear from her face, forcing herself to swallow back the rest. She won’t cry over him, not anymore. “You kept this from me and weren’t going to tell me until the last minute. And then spent one of the last weeks we have together pushing me away.”
“Because I don’t how to leave you, alright! I thought that if I distanced myself enough the thought of leaving you for two months would hurt less.”
She scoffs, wanting to laugh at his inconsideration for her own feelings. “How is this relationship ever going to work if you constantly shut me out when things get tough. We’re supposed to be partners, Ethan. This feels like the exact opposite of that.”
“I know that but every time I thought about telling you, it felt like I couldn’t breath. I’d look at you and it was like…”
“So instead you decided to keep me in the dark until the very last minute?”
“I’m sorry, Gen.”
“You’re sorry a lot, Ethan.”
“I know. I’m trying, I really am.” He reaches for her again, but she doesn’t pull back this time. Instead she leans into his touch, letting her eyes fall closed as he hold her head in his hands. “I should’ve told you the minute I found out, I know that. It was an asshole move to keep it from you.”
“It was.” She looks up at him, tears falling down her cheeks. She sighs loudly, quickly throwing her arms around his neck. Pulling him as close as she can. His arms wrap tightly around her, his hands flat against her spine. “Promise me that you’ll be safe.”
“I promise.” His hand comes up to cup the back of her head, fingers tangling themselves in her hair.
They hold each other for what feels like hours, her feet barely touching the ground as he holds her even closer - trying to keep as little space between them as they can.
“Make sure to come back to me, okay?” She feels her feet touch the ground as he loosens his hold on her. “Don’t go falling in love with some tall amazonian woman who’s like ten times pretty than me.”
Ethan pulls back, a soft smile on his face as he runs this thumb along her cheekbone. “First off, in what world would that ever be a possibility? And second, you are still and will always be the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
“You say that now, but I’ve seen Wonder Woman and -”
He cuts her off, pressing his lips hard against her own. She feels the tears coming back, prickling behind her eyes as she kisses him back with even more force.
Ethan rests his forehead against hers, his breath ragged and his eyes filled with warmth. “I’m coming back to you, Gen, and I promise to never leave you like this again.”
“You can’t promise me that, be realistic for a second.” Genevieve steps out of his embrace, wincing silently at the hurt her move causes him. “There's always a chance of you being needed to fly off somewhere and save the world. It’s part of being the best at what you do. So don’t promise me something you know you can’t keep.”
He opens his mouth to argue but closes it quickly, giving her a soft nod instead.
“But I do need you to promise that you will stop shutting me out.” She waits for him to meet her eyes, needing him to truly hear and understand her. “Because the next time you do, Ethan, I won’t forgive you and you will lose me.”
“I can do that. I don’t want to lose you, Gen, that’s the last thing I want.”
She walks back to him, leaning up on the tips of her toes until their faces are touching. His hands find her waist, fingers digging into her skin. “Then you go and do your job. Call me every chance you get and when you come back to me there won’t be anymore secrets between us. Ever again.”
“Never again.”
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a/n: I didn’t plan on this being...well this. But here we are. Still riding the angst train. Clearly I can’t get off lol. I promise the next 50 ILY prompt will be fluffy. Love you guys so much-Sara
(also I’m going to make a secondary “masterlist” with all the completed prompts once i have them done, I have like 8 more to finish.)
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meeting his ex-wife
hi so this is my first Charlie imagine so go easy on me lol
Warnings: language, nicole and charlie argue at dinner, kinda doesn’t go with the plot of the movie, fluffy
also i didn’t really know how to end it but hehe enjoy anyways
You were meeting his ex-wife tonight. Honestly, there was nothing you should really be afraid of. At the end of the day, who cares what his ex-wife thought of you? The only reason you were meeting is to take Henry home for the week. It was Charlie’s idea to bring you along to meet her. You were hesitant at first, but gave in to Charlies pleas. Nicole’s mother was making the entire family dinner and wanted Charlie apart of it, since he was coming to pick up Henry.
Your eyes were glued to the clouds the entire flight. It always amazed you how high you were on an airplane. Everything just seemed so small. Huge cities looked miniature and the uninhabited land looked so beautiful from up above. Charlie sat beside you in the middle seat, reading the free magazine that was in the pocket of the seat in front of him. He occasionally cleared his throat and looked over to you (you were too busy gazing out the window and overthinking to notice) and smiled, then continued to read.
After grabbing your overnight bag from the overhead compartment, hand in hand, Charlie and you walked through the busy LAX airport. Since you were only staying one night, you only packed for one night’s stay in a city you’ve never been to. New York was your home and you could never get up and move away just like that. You never knew anything else.
“God damnit. This happens every time I come here.” Charlie shook his head, actively pressing the rental car alarm hoping the car was nearby. A spark of joy hit him when he heard the loud car alarm. Once you reached the car, you placed your bags in the back seat and hopped in the passenger side of the car. His hand rests on your leg as he pulls out of the airport parking lot.
The ride was quiet, except for the light sound of the car radio playing a top 40 station. Charlie knew that those were your favorite kind of radio station.
“I can tell you’re nervous, talk to me. I’ve known this woman for a very long time, I know a lot about her.”
You turn your head towards his, squeezing his hand on your leg, “What if she doesn’t like me? Does it really matter?”
He chuckles, “You’re a fucking catch, babe. How can anyone not like you?”
You shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know. What if she gets jealous or something?”
Charlies looks over at you with a confused look on his face, “Babe, she divorced me. We went through a nasty divorce with lawyers. She tolerates me, but wants nothing to do with me. Though, she’ll probably ask you a ton of questions.”
He takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips, kissing you gently.
Charlie turned into a development where all the houses looked the same. You weren’t shocked at how all the houses were so spaced out because you knew not everywhere was like the city, it was just a weird feeling to see in person.
He drove the car up a driveway leading up to a large home.
“Wow.” you said, admiring the structure.
“Wait until you see the inside, the foyer is bigger than my entire apartment.” Charlie let out a chuckle.
Eyes wide, you stepped out of the car. Looking down at your skin tight jeans, you made sure there were no wrinkles. Hand in hand, you walked up the cobblestone walkway up to the door. Charlie knocked on the door, but noticed that the door was unlocked.
“Hello?” his voice echoed.
No one answered, the house was silent.
Out from the living room popped a man who was wearing laser tag equipment. He looked at the both of you, putting a finger to his mouth motioning the both of you to be quiet. Just then, a woman popped out from behind a wall and tried shooting the man, missing.
“Darn! You got me.” she shook her head.
She looked over at the both of you, “Hi Charlie!” she said, giving him a welcoming hug.
Charlie introduced you to Nicole’s mother, she was very friendly and gave you a hug as well,
“Make yourselves at home!”
The man, who was Nicoles boyfriend, Carter, introduced himself and showed you into the living area. Charlie sat down on the side of the couch, you right next to him, legs touching. Carter sat down in the single chair across from the couch from the two of you. The room fell into an awkward silence.
“So, how was the flight? I’m personally afraid of flights, I could never.” Carter said nervously.
Charlie nodded, “You get used to it after a while I guess. But our flight was pretty good, right babe?”
“Yeah, we got here safe and sound so that’s really all that matters. How’s life out here?”
“It’s- uh- great,” Carter takes a sip of his drink, “Nicole is great.”
Before you could get another word out, you all heard a door open and closed, “Honey! We finally finished the one scene today, he’s finally dead! We can move on to the next scene.”
Nicole stops as she enters the room, looking at Charlie then Carter then you.
“Hey Charlie.” she smiles slightly.
Charlie stood up to kiss her on the cheek. He introduced you to Nicole.
“Hi, how are you?” you asked.
“Good! So nice to meet you.” she smiled and brought you in for a hug.
“You too.” you smiled, she didn’t exactly hear you due to so many things going on.
Henry soon found his way into the room,
“Hi.” Charlie exclaimed, finally excited to spend some time with his son in the big city.
“Hi.” he said, his voice low.
“Can I get a hug?” Charlie asked.
Henry nodded, walking over to hug his dad.
“Dinner is now served, if people want to start making their way into the kitchen to grab plates and stuff.” Nicole’s mother said, smiling.
You grabbed a plate and looked at all the options on the big island in the white kitchen.
“You have a beautiful home.” you told Nicole’s mother as she was in line before you.
“Thank you, sweetheart. When my husband was alive, he helped build it.”
You nodded, “Oh, really?”
“Oh yes. He always loved doing things with his hands.” she giggled.
You followed Nicole’s mother into the living room, still listening to stories about her husband and what they did when he was still around. You found it pretty interesting. Charlie saved you a seat next to him while Henry sat next to him, full conversation with one of his cousins.
“You okay?” he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“Yeah. All good.” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek, low key hoping no one saw.
“So, Y/N, how long have you been dating my ex-husband?” Nicole asked.
Weird phrasing but okay, you ignored it. Charlie shot her a look.
“It’s been almost a year, right honey?”
“Yeah, 11 months and a few days. Our one year is coming up and I’ve got some surprises up my sleeve.” he smiled at you.
Nicole only let out a chuckle and took a sip of her red wine.
You really weren’t sure if she was trying to make you uncomfortable or uneasy or she was just curious, but the more she asked you about your relationship with Charlie the more you couldn’t wait to leave. Henry was spending the night at Nicole’s home and Charlie and you were spending the night in the apartment. Your flight was scheduled for 8am.
"Where did you two meet?”
“Oh, well, I help Hannah with costumes for all of Charlie’s productions.”
“She’s very talented and she’s great with a sewing machine. I asked her out for coffee one day and just like that, we instantly clicked.” Charlie grabbed your hand from underneath the table.
“Remember our first date Charlie? We went to that fancy restaurant in New York City... Ralph’s? I think it was Ralphs, yeah. Best Italian restaurant in the city I swear. Have you taken Y/N there?”
Charlie shook his head. You could tell he was annoyed with Nicole’s snarky remarks.
“I haven’t. I don’t like going back to those restaurants, bad memories you know?”
You wanted to smirk at his statement, but thought that would be inappropriate.
Nicole’s mother changes the subject before Nicole could say anything else, “Who wants dessert?”
The rest of the evening, you kept your distance from Nicole. You weren’t sure what her problem was. She has a new guy in her life, why can’t Charlie have a girl in his life?
“Honey, it’s getting late, I think it’s time we get going.” Charlie announces.
“I agree. We do have that early flight in the morning.”
After saying your goodbyes, Charlie reminded Nicole to have Henry awake, dressed and ready to leave by 6:30am. She simply nodded.
You slam the passenger door and put on your seatbelt, Charlie does the same.
You close your eyes as your head hit the back of the seat.
“Well, that’s Nicole for you.” Charlie laughs.
“Why was she a such a bitch though? Call you her ex-husband instead of simply just saying your name.” you shook your head.
“I’m not sure, really. She.has a new man, what’s the problem. I’ll never know.” Charlie said as he backed out of the
“I’m not really sure why I care what she thinks. I’m wondering if she doesn’t want me around Henry.”
“Well, Henry likes you and I like you so who cares?”
As much as you love meeting new people, it just wasn’t a good idea to meet Charlie’s ex-wife. Nonetheless, you were excited to be able to spend the week with Charlie and Henry.
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5 OTP Songs - Got Lost & Found Love - Echo Gray/Nick Valentine
Saw um... @its-sixxers doing this and weeeeeell... thought I’d uh, give it a shot.
tagging: @glitchvault74, @roachvalentine, @potatocrab, @diredigression, @wastelandersparadise, @nuclear-darling, @commonwealthcommoner, AND ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO IT. sadfsdfkhsd heck
(art drawn by @wastelandersparadise/ @pop-peroni ;w; <3 )
Electric Love by Borns|| Only the Lonely Survive by Marianas Trench|| Sleep by Poets of the Fall|| Kiss From a Rose by Dan Avidan & Super Guitar Bros (Seal cover) || Sway by Dean Martin
*lies the fuck down* You wanna hear me talk about lyrics, check below.
Electric Love by Borns
Honestly, this and a few other songs are very tea shop monsters au (long story) related, but I cannot stop associating this song to them. Helps that Nick’s a synth aaaaand Echo’s got (surprise!) electrokinesis as one of her psyker power(s).
And every night my mind is running around her
Thunder's getting louder and louder
Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle
I can't let you go now that I got it
All I need is to be struck
By your electric love
Baby, your electric love
Electric love
Also...its sappy af and super cheery and its what they deserve.
Only the Lonely Survive by Marianas Trench
So. I’m in slowburn hellscape with these two fools. This song is basically a mutual pining, we both have baggage, and “I can’t be loved.” combo deal.
I don't know how you feel yourself
But I'd rather hurt here than be happy somewhere else
No one will scar me like you do
But no one will ever be compared, compared to you
The heart gets slow-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
We all heal though-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You never know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
To stay or go
Echo’s been debating for as long as she’s been in Diamond City if she should leave or stay in Diamond City. She’s never voiced it to anyone except to Dogmeat. Hell, she’s afraid of getting close to anyone...in fear of being found out. Who she is... Who she could even trust...
Meanwhile, Nick’s got the baggage of a depressed pre-war cop in his head on top of all the shit he’s dealt with being a synth. It’s hard to know how anyone ( ESPECIALLY new) will react to him. Sure he’s got a quick tongue and will absolutely demolish folks if they even try to start shit- but that shit still hurts and is probably something he just... will sometimes get hit with especially during the quiet hours of the night when few folks in Diamond City are still awake...
Burns us both
To love this close
We lose ourselves
And I know we won't get out alive
But only the lonely survive
They are both lonely people trying to make do with the world they found themselves in and spread some kindness. They are both also very much idiots who will thrust themselves into very stupidly dangerous shit without thinking of themselves. dumbasses.
It hurts like hell
To love this well
But no one falls
The way we fell
We'll burn alive
Only the lonely survive
Mutual Pining fools who cannot fathom anyone wanting to be in a close relationship (let alone intimate) with them because of the baggage they carry. Slowburn hell...where the other helps, slowly but surly, unpack the luggage and tell them to stay a while...
Sleep by Poets of the Fall
I’ve definitely mentioned uh this song before where I kinda see it as Nick watching Echo deal with her echoes nightmares no matter where they go in the wastes while on a case.
Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it's not even seven AM
You're feeling the rush of anguish settling
You cannot help showing them in
It takes a while, but after realizing how tough it is for her to sleep sometimes, Nick starts offering his coat as a blanket, and surprisingly it...helps. While it can’t always block Echo’s ‘echoes’, it helps her sleep longer and well...after time it just becomes routine.
Still it don't mater if you won't listen
If you won't let them follow you
You just need to heal
Make good all your lies
Move on and don't look behind
As their bond and feelings grows stronger as well as realizing how much comfort they give each other...they start letting each other into the flashes they see...
Day after day
Fickle visions messing with your head
Fickle, vicious
Sleeping in your bed
Messing with your head
Fickle visions
Fickle, vicious
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you're safe within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning
Because Echo’s not the only one who sees memories that aren’t her own. Nick admits he gets glimpses of memories from pre-war!Nick, the guy whom’s brain the Institute (illegally) downloaded into a synth. This song sorta starts out as an almost lullaby of sorts, for Nick to try and help Echo get more sleep and turned into a shared “You’re tired while you’re brain never stops. Let me be here for you, and help you get through this.
Kiss From a Rose by Dan Avidan & Super Guitar Bros (Seal cover)
Not gonna lie the main reason why is just a few dashes of lyrics from this song:
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen
and
A light hits the gloom on the grey
Nick’s eyes literally glow and Echo’s eyes are silver gray...and well her last name is also Gray but yea lol. Does not help its got that slow dance energy. What do the lyrics mean? fuck if I know, its a song that gives me feels that’s all I got.
...Also...first kiss...eventually yes... *lies down*
Sway by Dean Martin
SO. This is like spoilers (cause its still WIP) but uh... ahem. Their first dance is to this song.
When Marimba Rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
The amount of times I’ve listened to this song for the fic..and then also like marked the end of certain lines to figure out timing of the lyrics? Ho man... ANYWAYS, I sorta hc that Nick would really enjoy the “crooners” like the Rat Pack (Frank Sinatra; Dean Martin; those dudes) along with jazz music. Sway being one of his, uh, fav songs and a dif hc is that Nick likes to dance. Possibly having flashes from OG!Nick and associating dancing with good energy/memories. Finding a dance partner in the wastes is a bit hard.
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak
MORE spoilers: Echo realizes she’s got a crush.
#as told by glow#tag meme#ship: got lost and found love#its music time#fallout 4#fo4#Samara 'Echo' Gray#fallout ocs#nick valentine#....hi i am having emotions askdfhsdf#its like 1am
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dripping.
pairing: kim taehyung x reader
fandom: bts
warnings: sex ; oral sex ; hair pulling ; dirty talk ; hints of impregnation kink ; language
genre: smut ; fluff
word count: 1.6k+
summary: it’s shower sex. that’s the plot lol.
a/n: I don’t have a summary for this except for the above, like this is only smut without plot and a little bit of fluff at the end so I hope you enjoy it ♥
You hadn't even heard him come in, that's probably why you looked so shocked when the shower door got opened all of a sudden.
“Shit! What are you doing? You can't scare me like this!”
“Sorry,” Taehyung chuckled, “I thought you heard me come in, I knocked.”
“What are you doing here anyways?” you turned back around and continued to rub your arms with shower gel, “You told me you didn't have to leave until later tonight and that I could take my time..”
“I meant it,” Taehyung wrapped his arms around you from behind, beginning to kiss your shoulder, then a trail up to your neck until he could plaster kisses all over your cheek, “But then I sat in bed and realized my hot girlfriend is currently taking a shower and I got a little hard.”
“A little?” you repeated with a snort.
“Very,” you could feel him grin against your skin, his hands running over your arms and getting rid of any remaining gel, before he wrapped his fingers around your wrists and pulled them back a little so that you had no other choice but to arch your back, your ass pressing against his dick, “I couldn't help it, you know? I thought about fucking you against the wall and then it just happened.”
You let out a moan at his words alone, that's the kind of power he held over you at this point.
“Is that what you want too?” he whispered with his deep voice into your ear, “Do you want me to fuck you against that wall, (Y/N)?”
You gulped down hard, couldn't speak, but managed to nod.
But that wasn't enough for Taehyung.
“Say it.”
“Please.. please fuck me.”
Now that was music to his ears.
He pushed you forward, but not hard enough so that you'd hurt yourself when your cheek hit the cold shower wall.
You thought he was so desperate that he'd simply push inside of you, but then the grip on your wrists eased until it was gone completely and the next thing you knew was that his mouth was between your legs and you let out a load moan.
He was always good for a surprise.
His hands were on your hip, holding you in place as you immediately began to squirm because of how good it felt and how shaky your legs became after just mere moments.
Your hands tried to find something to hold onto, the shower wall not being good enough, so you reached behind until you could grab onto his hair, which ended up being a very good idea, because with each pull Taehyung could tell when you liked something very much and when you didn't.
Despite being with each other for a while now, he still learned new things about you and your body every day.
“You taste so good,” he sucked on a spot of your inner thigh, making sure that it left a red mark that would hopefully turn purple the next days so you'd remember this act for a few more days.
When he got back up, you must have thought that you'd return the favor and wanted to turn around to get down on your knees, but Taehyung immediately turned you back around and pressed you back against the shower wall.
“No,” he ordered, “I want to be inside you right now.”
Well, you most certainly wouldn't complain about that.
With him pretty much making sure you were dripping – not from the warm water still hitting your bodies, but because of how wet you were – he slid inside of you so easily that both of you let out a moan.
“Oh god,” you whined.
Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle, leaning forward to your ear, “Taehyung is fine, baby girl.”
Instead of pounding into you like he did on some other days, he completely pulled out, before pushing inside of you once more, slowly and – more importantly – deeply. His entire dick disappeared inside of you, him being so entranced by that that he did it a couple more times.
“You're taking me so well,” he let out a breath, then pushed his, at this point, wet hair back with one hand, before grabbing your hair with the other and pulling it back.
“Please,” you whined, “Please move..”
He loved it when you begged, that was probably one of his favorite things when you two had sex, that he somehow always managed to make you beg for him to fuck you.
Harder, softer, slower, faster.. whatever it was, he always complied.
He couldn't deny you anything..
One hand held onto your hair tighter, the other was at your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. And as soon as he was sure he was in a good position, he began to take you from behind, not too fast, but also not too slow.
It was a pace that made both of you moan, you a little louder than him because of the hair pulling he continued to do, but Taehyung didn't enjoy it any less.
Your boyfriend watched the droplets of water run down your spin to your ass, biting down hard on his lip as his eyes fell on his dick once more.
Watching himself fuck you was something that always got him ten times harder than he already was.
Knowing that he made you feel this good gave him such a confidence boost..
He ultimately let go of your hair and settled for just holding your hips, slamming into you harder and harder, the sound of the shower making the sound of skin against skin a little less obvious, but with the echo in here, it still sounded extremely dirty and at the same time, amazing.
“Tae,” you moaned out, your fingernails dragging over the cold tiles of the shower wall, desperately trying to cling to something.
“Hm?” he leaned forward, slowing down only momentarily, “Tell me..”
“I..-” you gulped down hard when one of his thrusts hit your g-spot, “I want you to cum inside of me..”
You were on the pill, had been ever since you first started dating and nothing had happened so far, you were both feeling confident with this method of contraception.
Nevertheless, Taehyung always varied where he came. Your mouth, your back, your breasts.. for him it only mattered that it was somewhere on or inside of you. And that might sound very dirty, but for him that was another way of showing that you were fully his.
And you loved it.
He chuckled darkly, “You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes,” you moaned, “Please..-”
And with that in mind, he continued to pound into you harder than before, his fingers now digging into your lower back, simultaneously giving you a little massage that only helped you relax more with the warm water against your skin as a bonus.
Your entire body was in such a good state that you knew you were about to reach an orgasm soon too. He didn't even have to touch your clit, his tip continued to hit spots inside of you that made you see stars and his fingers were doing such wonderful things to your body that your moans gradually became louder.
And once Taehyung felt your walls beginning to clench around him, he picked up the pace one last time, pushing himself to reach his height at the same time as you.
And it really hit him like a truck this time, he usually could tell a few seconds beforehand, but this time he just.. exploded, basically. With your walls having suddenly wrapped around him even tighter, he couldn't help it anymore and just let it out all out with one final and loud moan.
After a few moments, he pushed himself as deeply as he could inside of you once more, not wanting to waste a single drop of him, before he finally let his forehead drop forward against your shoulder blade, keeping his dick inside of you for now, though.
“I'm dead.”
You giggled, putting your hand on top of his that he – for some reason – slid forward so that it was now on your lower belly.
“And I'm not pregnant.”
“Yet,” he grinned, “You've been wanting me to cum inside of you for a while now.. I noticed that.”
“I just like it when you do it.. and I know you do too.”
“Still,” he carefully pulled himself out of you when he felt you wanting to move and gently wiped off his dick with the flowing water, “I can't wait until you are.”
“I know,” you turned around and reached for the shampoo, “Me neither.”
You ended up showering again, the whole process of shampoo and the likes and helped him do the same. He had done most of the work, so he was ten times more exhausted than you were. You quickly helped him with the process and them told him to lay down, adding that you'd join him once you were done in here yourself.
When you finally were and left the bathroom to follow him into the bedroom, you smiled at how he laid there in his bathrobes like you had told him to, completely exhausted and his hair still wet.
“You'll get sick if you don't blow dry it at least a little bit, Tae,” you said softly, your hands running through his wet hair.
“No,” his eyes were closed, his arms reaching behind so that he could grab onto you and pull you into the warm bed with him, “I just want to nap and cuddle. I won't have time for that if I take care of my hair now.”
How could you refuse?
You chuckled and joined him, him immediately pulling you close once you were next to him, letting out a breath and relaxing as soon as you were settled.
Neither of you said anything else, he fell asleep pretty much five minutes later anyways, but you just continued to watch him with a happy smile for a few more moments.
“I love you,” you whispered, then buried your face in his chest and closing your eyes as well, “So much..”
#bts imagine#bts x reader#kim taehyung x reader#taehyung x reader#v x reader#kim taehyung imagine#taehyung imagine#v imagine#bts#bangtan boys#bangtan sonyeondan#bangtan#kim taehyung#taehyung#v#reader
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I don’t need you Chapter 3 : One call away
Dean x reader
Summary : She’s a warrior, she’s a loner. Nothing can stop her, nothing ever had. She doesn’t need Dean, does she ?
This is a request by @magssteenkamp that I decided to turn to a serie, see the original request on the serie Masterlist.
Serie Warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death. Smut, probably all kind from rough to fluffy, I’ll precise in the chapters if there are specific warnings. Fluff. Angst of course.
Chapter warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death, blood, decapitation and all, violence. Sexual tension and inappropriate sexual tension... In a way. Angst ? Now clearly Jealous Dean.
Words : 3.2 k (woops)
Note : I’ll try to stick to the 3k rule, like for Rescue You
If everything goes as planned, you’ll get one chapter every wednesday (Thanks to @magssteenkamp, I call it WednesJay, lol. Sorry okay, I shut up).
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1. ONE CALL AWAY
Dean’s Pov
I’m pacing up and down like a caged lion. Ready to run, ready to bite.
The club’s building is silent from outside, the night is somehow darker here. I’m going crazy. Sam insisted that I shouldn’t make a move for now, that we only will make her plan fail. He barely accepted that we get out of her apartment, saying she will need to know where to find the cure when she’s done.
And we had to search the address of this damn bar ourselves, she never gave it and hid every clues that could lead us to it. Of course Google doesn’t know an “H” vampire club so that took way too much time.
Two hours later we finally found it… Who knows what could have happened since then. Two fucking hours. Maybe she’s dead, maybe she fed…
“Dean !” my brother calls from Joe’s shitty car. “Come here, they will spot you !”
“We should be inside Sam !” I grunt, rubbing my face.
Reader’s Pov
I’m dizzy, and my blood is burning. The hunger is pounding in my head making it hard to focus, but the fact that no heart is beating here helps a lot.
The lights and the music are painful and I lean to the bar, trying to look as relaxed as I can.
If the discussions weren’t about killing, it would look like an ordinary club, with all this sexual tension and frustration in the air. With that hint of sad desperation behind the loud electro notes and the laughs.
Except most people here look too young to be in a club and I can’t help but get shivers of disgust, thinking of the fact that this son of a bitch almost only turns and feeds on teens.
Holloway is nowhere to be seen for now. I have to hurry, I only have tonight. I’m looking around but my pupils have to fight against the stroboscope.
“You’re new” a pretty guy says, coming closer.
“I am” I nod.
“And a new vampire as well” a smirk appears to his somehow angelic face. “You seem to be starving honey.”
“I am” I admit, the craving unbearable.
“And you’re pretty… Did H invited you ?” he asks, eyeing me up and down with a predatory smirk on the corner of his mouth.
“I was told to go to him” I lie, frowning at the blood on his breath. “But I have no idea where he is or what he looks like. I only know the guy who turned me said I could be his queen…” I say making myself look a little dumber. “I want to be a queen !”
The pretty guy chuckles. And I swallow hard at the memory of the vampires putting me on the car, joking at how much I was his type, calling me future queen mockingly, while 12 years old me was choking on sobs and calling for help.
“Yeah… We spot the girls for him at the entrance but… as you’re older than his usual taste, we must have missed this one… Follow me.”
He takes my hand, sanding shivers down my spine, and gives me a false innocent smile. I follow him, moving across the room, looking at boys and girls that clearly didn’t have time to finish growing up before they got turned.
At the opposite of the huge room, a spiral staircase that I didn’t even notice. How could I miss that ?
We get up slowly, his hand not leaving mine. And while my other palm finds the metallic handrail, Dean Winchester’s face appears in my mind.
I used to imagine he was with me, when I had to do something scary, and now, it’s like my brain got used to it.
I know his face, his voice, I know his smell now ; and I will never admit how much it helps -when nausea and something feeling like fever hit my body- to carry, once again, my hero with me.
The smell of blood suddenly makes me dizzy, and my mouth is watering. I can’t feed, I can’t. I would rather die than turn into one of those crap… And I would rather not go to Purgatory too.
Focus on the blade in your back, Y/n, one movement of your arm. Use the strength, the velocity. Use their weapons against them.
Upstairs, a little mezzanine with a huge sofa, a coffee table with glasses and knives. At the end of the sofa, a lifeless body. The corpse of a pretty girl, she must be sixteen, and is wearing too much makeup for a girl so young. Her open eyes are staring behind me and I recognize her, Maggie something, she disappeared two years ago.
Next to her, a little group of young people, boys and girls, all pretty and looking like they were high. On blood, maybe something else.
They are ignoring the corpse just inches away from them, they are ignoring our intrusion. They are unwary, feeling like nothing could reach them. Good.
“H ?” says the guy holding my hand and everybody turns to us.
“My my…” says one of them on the center of the sofa, his soft features turning to me.
Bright blue eyes pierce me. An insolent smile appears on the corner of his childish mouth, giving him that vain expression that makes most people want to slap those kids, spoiled, conceited…
Holloway.
Holloway is a freaking kid.
If my research are correct, he has been a teen for more than two hundred years. Stuck in the vanity of youth, capricious and insatiable. A monster child, with power and money ; making other monster children, a collection of toys, breaking them occasionally… This is frightening.
“Who turned her ?” he pouts.
“Jimmy” I answer.
A weird scary laugh escapes him and he opens his arms to invite me.
“Jimmy ? That little bastard is dead for sure !” Holloway laughs while I sit next to him. “He knows I keep this kind for me. Are you hungry baby ?” he murmurs, putting a hand on my thigh. “Tell me what kind of meal you would like, and I’ll ask my people to go to the storehouse… Male ? Female ?...”
Dean Winchester. This thought comes again and I shake my head.
I look around cautiously, my ears whistling.
I can’t feed.
I can’t.
Dean’s Pov
Suddenly, screams.
I jump on my feet and run to the entrance, Sam and Joe behind me. My gun in my hand I push the door but it’s locked, and even with our combined forces, we can break that iron door. I hit the door hard, hoping someone will open, but the screams get worse and gunshots echo like they were far. The sounds of bodies hitting the door echoes in the night.
When it finally opens brutally, making me fall on my butt, it’s to let out a whole crowd of panicked vampires, going every directions. Some of them are hurt or have burning clothes, they try to get rid of it, but it’s like the flames were sticky.
Sam and Joe start cutting the heads of the panicked, running monsters. Hunter instinct. I have never seen a scene like this, they stand no chance in their panic and confusion : this is a massacre.
I struggle to get up, constantly jostled by the panic movement. By the time I’m finally on my feet, the inside of the building is burning loudly, a thick smoke escaping it. It’s like an apocalypse, and I really hope she’s the one raising Hell.
“Y/N !” I try, stepping inside the building.
It’s burning hot inside, I cough, frowning to see something in that Hell of light and flames.
I hear gun shots and screams, but I can’t see anything besides silhouettes moving and corpses being eaten way too fast by those magical flames.
I can’t stand the heat, and I can barely breathe.
“Y/N !” I try again, but opening my mouth makes me cough so hard, my lungs instantly hurt.
“Dean !” my brother’s hand grabs me to make me walk back to the door.
“Y/N !... She’s still in there Sam !” I try to talk but my own words are suffocating me, tears forming in my eyes to fight the smoke in vain.
My brother keeps tugging at my shoulders and I almost trip.
When I’m finally about to walk down to follow Sam, stunned, a silhouette come out of this Hell : Y/n.
Her bloody form, walking straight to the door with a teen’s head in her hand, holding it by the hair, a long knife in the other hand.
Fierce and scary. Her eyes red, her skin covered in blood like she had bathed in it. Looking like she was born from the flames. Like she was made of them.
Beautiful.
I can’t help but smile when she reaches the door, never letting go the head she has in her hand, looking right back at me.
But when she smiles back… her teeth are different and her eyes are glowing with a hunger I have only seen on monster’s face.
“Y/n…” I lift my hands in surrender. “You didn’t feed, did you ?”
She shakes her head and I let out a long sigh of relief.
“Dean…” she whispers.
I frown, taking a step back.
“Dean… I…” her voice is hungry, and I know how she feels, desperate to bite, the reasons why she shouldn’t slowly wilting in her mind. “Tie me” she almost whines.
My heart fasten, and I know it’s not helping her, but that desperate desire in her voice, this tone…
“Please…” she now whines, pain written all over her face.
“We will just give you the cure” Sam tries, getting closer.
“NO !” she yells, hiding her face in her free hand, spreading the monster blood over her pale cheeks. “NOW !”
I can see Joe running to the car and jog back with handcuffs from the corner of my eyes. Y/n’s glare never leaves me, going from my throat to my lips, she’s licking hers. I know I really shouldn’t be aroused by that…
I know.
“Why the head” I ask cautiously, not making a move.
I don’t want her to attack me because she’s strong and armed, but mostly because she’s probably one of the best fighter I’ve seen.
If she makes a move, one of us will get hurt.
“I need it to be on the news” she says, but a slight growl leave her lips. “I need those fuckers to know hunters took back this town…”
Her pupils dilate and her breathing fasten, she’s almost panting now. Time seems to slow, every muscle of my body is tense, on alert.
“Okay, Y/n, don’t move” Joe says, taking her wrist to tie it on her back.
She lets her hand down cautiously, still staring at me, despite the proximity of her friend. Everyone is walking on eggshells. Sam comes closer to take the head, promising her he will put it in the car and she will decide what to do with it when she wants ; no need to make her angry.
But something feral catching fire in her eyes and I know it’s too late.
“Joe…” I call cautiously. “Come back.”
“I’m almost…” he starts.
But with one fast and powerful movement, she throws him a few feet away. Then she runs to me.
My arms stop her from ripping my throat but her force is supernatural, I push her on the side brutally, but it doesn’t even makes her stumble, her fighting skills too sharp.
She uses her legs now on the side of my body to trip me, making me kneel violently before I can anticipate her moves and she grabs my hair so hard, I’m force to look up, my neck exposed.
My arm grab her shoulder but she bends it with her free hand.
“RAH !” I groan as something snaps in my body.
Sam tries to step in, but he’s stopped short by the end of her blade right on his Adam’s apple.
She’s somehow holding Sam and me still.
“We’ve got the cure Y/n” Sam tries, swallowing against the blade. “We can stop the hunger. If you give in to it now, you will feel it forever…”
She sighs and pushes slightly on her weapon, making Sam take a step back before it pierces his skin.
“Back” she orders.
“I’m not letting you feed, and I’m not letting you kill my brother” Sam states.
Suddenly, she cuts his cheek with a fast movement, showing us clearly that she could have killed him just like that.
“BACK OFF !”
“I can’t do that” my brother insists, making her squeeze my hair even more in frustration.
She won’t kill me.
I know that now.
Sam’s blood is spreading on his face, I know how irresistible it has to be for her.
She could have killed him. She didn’t.
She’s in control. She’s strong. I have to trust her.
“Sam back off” I grunt.
“Dean…”
“Sam ! Now !”
The second he walks back, she squats beside me, searching my eyes. She’s scary, but she’s also terrified, I can see it now that she’s so close.
“You’re stronger than this” I state, feeling her grip on my arm loosen a little.
She frowns, and I can see how much she’s struggling. Her head falls on my shoulder, her grip on my hair still strong and she takes a deep inhale. Very slowly, her dangerous mouth comes closer to my skin, her lips barely brushing it.
I try to slow my heart, I try to stop the beating of my distraught blood I can feel in my own veins… And I really, with all my strength, try to fight this crazy thought of almost wanting to feel her bite.
Reader’s Pov
“Dean…” I whisper, not knowing what this word means exactly.
Is that a plea ? Is that a threat ? It comes out like a moan or a whine… I can’t hear it clearly behind the deafening chant of his heart.
“You’re strong Y/n, so strong” he grunts.
I let go of his arms, hoping deep down that he will use that voluntary mistake to take physical advantage, and get rid of me. But he doesn’t.
“I trust you…”
I let my nose brush his neck. And I let the waves of memories crush my guts. All those years praying to him like he could appear and take me away from here. I thought I was healed from that obsession, from that stupid hope… But now that he’s here, now that he appeared in the end, when I finally didn’t need him anymore, everything is coming back.
And the vampire in me only wants him, only needs him.
Despite the delicious smell of Sam’s blood I can almost taste on my tongue, despite Joe’s scratch on his hand bleeding slowly on the asphalt… Only Dean’s blood.
I barely remember why this wouldn’t be a good thing, to let go for once, to taste it. I have suffered from hunger enough, why couldn’t I just enjoy life for once ?
I barely remember my hate, that hate that kept me from despair, that kept me company during those lonely night…
So I open my mouth and put it on his neck, his carotid pulsating between my lips in an almost sexual way. My tongue hesitantly tasting his sweat.
“Y/n… Please” he whispers.
That’s when I realize. If I taste him, I will kill him. I won’t stop and I will suck life out of him. Then there will be no Dean Winchester. No hero to pray to when the pain becomes too much…
My lips close in a shy kiss and he lets out a shaky breath.
Then I fall, failing to hold back the sobs of pain and frustration. I just fall on his lap, letting go of his hair, hoping he will just end me, because I have no idea what to do now my vengeance is done.
I cry for the first time in years…
But he just closes his arms around me, like it was angel wings, tight and big.
He closes his arms around me like I imagined often, falling asleep with my books close to my heart.
He finally closes his arms around me, holding me together better than my corset or my hate…
“Just one breath after the other sweetheart” he says. “You got them. You did it.”
Dean’s Pov
The sounds of her agony is making me nauseous. At least we know the cure is working, because she puked like a freaking gallon of God knows what.
“Let me see her” I try again, but Sam puts his arm in front of me.
“Dean, I think she needs her friend right now, not us” he says.
Joe. I wasn’t Joe she ran too, it wasn’t Joe’s name she whispered when she was fighting this… I grunt, hearing one more of her whine escaping because of cramps.
“We should at least put her on her bed ! Not let her on the floor of this fucking c-cold bathroom !” I groan.
Sam takes a deep breath, the one he takes when he is about to say something he thought a lot about.
“What !” I almost shout, annoyed.
“You shouldn’t get too attached, Dean” he sighs and my eyes widen, I could punch his scorn out of his face right now. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and…” he pushes his stupid hair back. “Listen. The case is over, she’s safe. We go home and… She made it very clear that she doesn’t need us.”
“So because we will never see her again, it is okay to let her do this on the fl…”
But the door opening cuts me.
Joe comes out carrying all the pain of the world on his foolish face.
“She asked how your shoulder was” he says to me but doesn’t give me time to answer. “The cure is working, she passed out. Her body temperature is back to normal, no pointy teeth.”
“Good” Sam nods, giving Joe the bloody bag with that Holloway’s head.
“I’ll take care of her from now” the bartender states, making my heart miss a beat. “I’ll kill Jimmy and cook for her. She needs rest. You guys can go.”
My eyes darken, and my breathing slows. He wants us gone, he wants her for himself, pathetic stupid Prince charming.
“I think we should wait until…” I start but Sam cuts me.
“We hit the road, Dean” he states without looking at me. “Here, give her our numbers” he adds and my eyes go from the paper Sam is giving Joe to the bathroom door.
Maybe it’s better that way. She doesn’t need us, she probably wants her intimacy back, not three big hunters in the shelter she built herself.
“If she needs anything…” I murmur, going to take my bag next to her notebooks. “Tell her to call.”
Joe will never give her our number, and he will probably tell her we just left. So while Sam and he talk about the effect of the cure, I take a pen and open the Winchesters notebook. She doesn’t need me, but if she ever does…
785-555-0128
I’m one call away.
D.W
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Nice Guy - Part 2
Paring: Chanyeol x reader (Previous Baekhyun x reader)
Summary: After finding out her boyfriend, Baekhyun had cheated on her at a party, Y/N goes into meltdown. Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s best friend, decides he can’t stand watching the girl completely fall apart because of his best friend and decides to befriend her.
AN: Here’s part 2! hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you guys think!! :)) I have realised i seem to bully Baekhyun alot in my fics - sorry Baekhyun! lol its not intentional i promise!!!
Warning: sexual harassment - it’s not detailed much but i don’t want to trigger anyone!
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When I wake up, I feel sick with dread. Part of me wishes it was a dream, that Baekhyun was still mine and that everything that happened was just an awful nightmare. But reality kicks in when I walk through the school doors and spot said brown haired boy making out with a blonde against the lockers. Abruptly, I stop and clench my phone tightly in my hands, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. The students around them appear unbothered until they see me standing there, watching them. Each and every one of them stare at me with pity filled eyes. I sigh and advert my eyes, focusing straight ahead of me, aiming to get to my locker. The quicker the day begins, the quicker I can go home and hide. As I open the red door of my locker, I hear a squeal of pain and shouts, peering around the door, I gasp.
“Lisa!” I shriek, slamming the doors shut and sprinting to the scene. A crowd has formed and are chanting; ‘fight, fight, fight!’ I push pass them. Lisa has her hand wrapped around the blonde girls’ hair, pulling at it. The both of them are screaming at each other, blondie clawing at Lisa’s arms causing red scratches to appear. I reach out and grab Lisa’s arm, just in time, stopping her from slapping the blonde across the face. “Oh my God! Lisa, stop!” I try my best to hold Lisa back from the blonde, but the fiery redhead girl is relentless as she continues to pull at the blonde shirt, sharp nails also leaving marks along the girls’ skin. The blonde pushes at Lisa who knocks back into me causing me to let out a groan, my grip on Lisa withdraws.
“You bitch!” Lisa screams, pouncing at her. Just then, long arms wrap themselves around Lisa’s waist lifting her up and carrying her away. Chanyeol remains unbothered as Lisa pounds at his arms, struggling in his grip.
“LET ME GO!” She yells. The crowd begins to leave now that the fight is over, its then I spot Baekhyun who appeared to be missing the entire fight. He is by his locker, causally pulling out his jotters and textbook for his class, completely unfazed by what just happened. I turn to the blonde and look at her; her hair is a mess and makeup completely smudge. She looks at Baekhyun and begins to cry, probably expecting him to defend her or comfort her. She turns back to me, lips wobbling and suddenly I see myself in her. Just an innocent girl led on by his charm – except I count her lucky as she didn’t waste three years with him.
“And you wonder why I dumped his ass,” I say casually, “trust me, your better without him.” And with that I walked in the same direction Chanyeol went. He had led Lisa to the football pitch outside, I can see them through the window. As soon as I go outside, I can hear Lisa’s rage, her voice is echoing between the school building. I slowly make my way to them, still trying to wrap my head around all of this. It’s like Baekhyun’s a different guy, a stranger, like I didn’t know him at all.
“What an absolute dickhead!” Lisa yells, Chanyeol says nothing and takes a seat on the bench, letting her rant. She begins to pace in front of him. “They only split up yesterday and he’s already moved on!” Once again, Chanyeol is silent so Lisa carries on. “Am I the only person who cares? Literally, nobody gives two fucks that Baekhyun is making out with that girl only a day after splitting up with his long-term girlfriend, who I might add he cheated on!” Chanyeol reaches into his bag and pulls out a water bottle and hands it to Lisa, she takes it wordlessly and takes a sip before continuing. “If it was the other way around and it was Y/N that was making out with some guy, she would have been called a slut or worse!”
“Still doesn’t give you a reason to attack the girl though,” I interrupt, Lisa turns to me and shrugs, handing Chanyeol his bottle back.
“That little bitch deserved it,” I shake my head.
“How?”
“Well for one she blamed you for Baekhyun cheating. She literally had the balls to say that you were too boring for him and that’s why he went elsewhere!” I sigh and take a seat next to Chanyeol.
“Still you shouldn’t have hit her – although I appreciate the gesture, I don’t want you getting in trouble.” The day hadn’t even started yet and already I felt drained. Chanyeol turns to me, his brown eyes study me for a moment.
“How you feeling?” I don’t have a proper answer, so I shrug.
It’s quiet between us until I break it.
“I wish I could hurt him, like he hurt me,” I confess, finally admitting my rage. Lisa and Chanyeol turn to me. Chanyeol’s gaze is concerned and worried, Lisa’s gaze is one of understanding – having been through a similar break up herself.
“Maybe you can,” Lisa mutters, I look at her. Her eyes are far away, a sign she is planning something.
“How?” Lisa shrugs and I groan at her.
“Give me a minute woman! I’m thinking, perfection takes time!” I shake my head at her.
Chanyeol shifts in his seat. “I don’t think it’s a good idea you know, getting your own back on him,” I look at him with curious eyes, his hands run along his jeans three times – he’s nervous. I nod at him to continue. “At the moment you feel angry and betrayed, and you have every right to! But I-I don’t think you should give into the idea of revenge, cos what are you going to do after the revenge is over? You’ll probably feel even more hurt.” I consider his words until Lisa begins to speak.
“Yeah but you heard her Chanyeol, she wants to hurt him! She needs this, don’t you?” Lisa looks at me and I slowly nod. I do want to hurt Baekhyun, but I also don’t. It’s hard to turn off your emotion for someone you’ve cared about for so long. Lisa turns to Chanyeol. “You’re having that party on Friday, right? The stupid football one?”
Chanyeol pouts. “It’s not stupid, but yes. Why?” Lisa ignores the question and smirks at me.
“Baekhyun won’t be expecting you at that party now that you guys have split up. So, what I propose is: you get dolled up, attend the party, make out with a few guys, make him jealous, so that when he comes crawling back to you when he realises what he’s missing, and then kick him where the sun don’t shine!” I hear Chanyeol snort from beside me, causing Lisa to glare at him.
“What? Don’t like my plan?” Chanyeol gulps under her gaze and turns looks at me wearily.
“Well…” he starts, “speaking from a guy’s point of view, a guy will only be jealous about a girl making out with other guys and such if he-”
“Cares about her,” I cut him off, Chanyeol winces.
“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry!” I shake my head and smile sadly at him.
“Don’t be Chanyeol, I need to accept it. And you’re right, that plan won’t work for many reasons not just that.” Lisa’s shoulders fall and a pout appears on her lips.
“This isn’t a chick flick, Lisa,” I snort, “I’m just plain, you know, average,” I shrug, and I hear Chanyeol make noise of protest. Heat raises on my cheeks, but I ignore him and carry on. “Fuck sake, Baekhyun is – was my first boyfriend and I was lucky I even got someone like him. And like Chanyeol said, Baekhyun doesn’t care about me.” I take a deep breath and confess, “But I don’t hate the idea.” Lisa brightens.
“It’s just wishful thinking, me hurting Baekhyun,” I start and Lisa nods. “But it angers me how quick he moved on. It’s like the last three years didn’t exist for him.” I stand up, causing Chanyeol to jump beside me. The anger I felt when I saw that video and this morning when he was kissing that girl, appeared again. “You know when he stopped me at the stairs yesterday, I generally thought that he did care for me. And that’s why he chased after me, but now that I think about it. He probably did that to save his reputation but now he realises its fucked so he may as well show everybody what he really is: a cheating scumbag!”
I look at Chanyeol. “So, I’m going to your party this Friday,” I confirm. “Fuck Baekhyun! I’m going to have few drinks, dance for a bit. I don’t need him, ” I growl out and Chanyeol frantically nods.
“WOO!” Lisa cheers, “that’s the spirit.” I look at my watch and realise the bell must have rung about 15 minutes ago. I had a free period this morning, so I wasn’t too bothered but I looked at Chanyeol and Lisa.
“Don’t you guys have class?” Lisa’s eyes widen but then she calms.
“Meh, I’m failing physics anyway!” I let out a laugh and Chanyeol does the same.
“I have PE but it’s okay, I have practice after school so I wouldn’t have missed much,” Chanyeol says and I nod. In the end Chanyeol follows me to the library whilst Lisa makes her way to physics – which takes a lot of persuading from me.
-
It’s on Thursday when I start to feel the loneliness without Baekhyun. I had received the results of my test – the one I had to study for when Baekhyun was out fingering another girl. I had passed, a massive 70%. Although, I feel proud of myself, having no one to share it with puts a damper on the feeling. It’s then when I remember Chanyeol’s number, opening my phone I stare at it for about 20 minutes before I press the number. It begins ringing and my heart suddenly begins to beat rapidly, throat beings to dry and I almost hang up when a groggy voice greets me.
“Hello?” I almost squeal and throw my phone away.
“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry!” I yelp, I look at my wall clock and see it is half nine and I want to bang my head against the wall behind me. Chanyeol sleepily chuckles.
“No, I was just napping.”
“Shit I’m sorry, I’ll let you go back to sleep,” I pull my phone away, about to press the red icon when Chanyeol voice stops me.
“Wait! It’s okay, I told you to call me whenever. So, what’s up?” I shrug, forgetting he can’t see me.
“I don’t know I feel lonely, I guess,” I confess and Chanyeol hums. “I also passed my test, the re-sit one – you probably don’t know what I’m talking about,” I ramble, forgetting he’s not Baekhyun and that we weren’t really friends back then.
“The maths one?” I freeze, how the fuck does he know?
“Yeah, how did you know?” Chanyeol yawns over the receiver.
“I remember you ranting about how you’ll never use this in real life. I also told Baekhyun to wish you good luck from me, but I guess he forgot,” my heart warms at that.
“No, he didn’t,” I reveal quietly, “Thanks though, that means a lot.” We’re quiet for a bit before I decided to ask Chanyeol a question that’s been bugging me.
“Hey Chanyeol?” He mutter’s back a quiet ‘yeah?’ “Why weren’t we friends? Like you didn’t talk to me much, I’m just wondering was there a reason?” Chanyeol coughs suddenly and I know I’ve made it awkward, but I couldn’t help my curiosity.
“I’m not really sure,” he starts, “I guess I felt you didn’t want to be friends with me – or the guys. You used to just sit with us because of Baekhyun, no offence Y/N, but you only ever spoke to Baekhyun when you were at the table,” I wince, knowing it was the truth but can’t say the truth didn’t hurt. “I did think you were nice though, just kinda wished you would have made an attempt to communicate with the rest of us,”
“I guess I get awkward around new people,” I admit, “I get nervous and don’t know how to start a conversation, sometimes I can’t tell if someone’s joking with me. I did want to talk to you guys, but I didn’t know how. You all had your own inside jokes and stories; I felt a little left out. So, I just stuck to what I know and that was Baekhyun,” I was disappointed in myself, I’ll be honest. I didn’t try and get to know the rest which is probably why they didn’t care that Baekhyun cheated on me.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up.” Chanyeol scolds, “You can get to know me now, w-well if you want to that is,” I giggle lightly.
“I do Chanyeol,” I let the smile I had been holding back appear.
Since the breakup on Monday, I have felt all sorts of emotions, the most emotions I have felt my whole eighteen years on this planet. But talking to Chanyeol on the phone right now, all those emotions fade, and I feel like I’m at peace. It’s nice. Chanyeol and I continue to chat about our classes, my hatred for maths and his love for music. We chat and chat until Chanyeol brings up the party tomorrow night.
“Are you sure you still want to go?” He asks and I sigh. “It’s not that I don’t want you there, I do!” Chanyeol quickly squeaks and I laugh.
“I know Chanyeol. I do kind of want to go but at the same time not. I’m kind of scared,” I swallow, the thought of actually catching Baekhyun with another girl physically in front of me, like in the video, makes me sick to the stomach.
“I’ll make sure Baekhyun stays away from you,” I softly laugh.
“I don’t think that’s possible, Chanyeol. It is a party,” Chanyeol groans as he realises this himself. “I’ll be okay, or I’ll try to be,” I look at the time and realise it’s almost midnight.
“Shit! I better let you go to sleep, you’ve got the big game tomorrow,” Chanyeol moans and then lets out a yawn.
“Don’t remind me!” He whines and I snort.
“You’ll be fine, your amazing at football!”
“Yeah?” He asks and I softly mutter a ‘yeah’ in return. We fall silent for a moment before I say goodnight and wish him good luck.
“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” And with that I hang up with flustered cheeks.
I turn off my lamp and place my phone on the table beside me. As I lay there staring at my ceiling, I feel calm, my thoughts aren’t racing like that had been recently and for once my thoughts aren’t about Baekhyun. But the tall pointed eared guy that I had just befriend recently.
-
I am freaking the fuck out! It’s the night of the party and I have no idea what to wear, I’m acting like it’s the first time I’ve been to one of Chanyeol’s parties when in fact I have. Chanyeol pretty much hosts a party nearly every single Friday – his parents are always working out of town, leaving the place to Chanyeol and his older sister but she’s in university now, leaving Chanyeol to do what he wants. After the game Chanyeol invites the players back to his to celebrate their win or get pissed and forget about their defeat – either way it’s just an excuse for a drinking session. Now, it’s tradition.
When I first started dating Baekhyun, I was adamite that I would never attend one of these parties, I had a fear that I would be spiked. But with plenty of persuading from Baekhyun, I actually went. I spent all night by Baekhyun side, taking small sips of the wine he’d giving me – trying to hard not to wince at the taste. Then, we’d spent all night fooling around with each other.
Pulling out my phone, I send a text to Lisa to make sure she’s attending the party. I look at the outfit I have chosen, a black jumpsuit that’s a bit low cut at the cleavage. I got it on sale and have never worn it but decided tonight I should. First party as a single girl again after all. My phone pings, quickly grabbing it and unlocking it, I see the message from Lisa.
Lisa: Yeah do u want me to meet u?
Me: Yes pleaseeee!!!!
Lisa: Okayyy ;p lol I’ll meet yours we’ll share a cab
I quickly send an ‘okay’ before starting to get ready. Just as I was finishing my hair, I heard my Mum call on me from down the stairs. Quickly, I turned everything off in my room and put on my shoes, I went down the stairs. Lisa was chatting away with Mum when I came down the stairs. Lisa wolf whistled as she saw me, and I rolled my eyes at her.
“Jeez, if I didn’t like men, I’d be all over you!” She comments making my Mum laugh and I gap at her.
“Lisa!” I scold, tugging her to the front door when I hear a horn go off. I shout a quick bye to Mum before climbing into the black cab.
Chanyeol’s place was crowded and it was making me feel a bit uneasy, Lisa held my hand tightly noticing my nerves. She tugged me into the kitchen and nodded to the bottle of Vodka that sat on the cabinet. I shrugged, eyes searching for him. Lisa sighs as she hands me the cup.
“Stop looking for him,” she tells me, “You’re here to have fun and forget him, remember?” I nod and take a gulp of the drink. I nearly spit it out.
“Fuck sake Lisa, what did you do pour the full bottle in here?” Lisa just giggles and clinks our cups together.
“Let’s get pissed!” She sings before gulping down her drink, I roll my eyes and do the same.
-
A few hours later and I’m hammered, completely wasted. I sway slightly as I enter the hallway, my eyes are heavy as I search for Lisa. She left a few moments ago – well I think it was moments ago, to the toilet. She hasn’t come back yet.
“LISAAAA!” I sing, pushing past people and come to the stair way. I spot him at top, chatting to a small redhead. I glare at him, feeling white anger raise within me until I’m shouting at him.
“Hey!” Baekhyun looks down and his eyes widen. “Oh! You look surprised to see me Baekhyunie! Didn’t think I’d go to party without you, well here I am!” I climb onto the first step, hiccupping and pointing my finger at him. “YOU! You are nothing but a coward!” Baekhyun mutters something to the girl before he comes storming down the stairs. He grabs my arm and drags me to the kitchen; I whine in protest and try to pull him off me.
“Get off me, you fucking twat!” I growl but he ignores me, he slams the kitchen door shut, then he lets go. He stalks over to the cupboards and open it, taking out a glass. Then, he goes to the sink and turn on the tap, letting it run for a second before thrusting the glass under it and filling it up. He hands it to me, I push it away, spilling it slightly.
“Drink it, Y/N,” he commands, his voice cold. I shake my head and he groans, pushing the glass into my face. My hand flies up and smacks it away, knocking it completely out Baekhyun’s hand. The glass smashes on the floor with a loud crash.
“WHEYHEY!” Someone shouts from outside the kitchen – sounding like Jongdae. I back myself away from him, Baekhyun curses and glares at me.
“Don’t look at me like that!” I slur, crossing my arms. “I don’t want it; I don’t want anything from you. You’re a fucking coward Byun Baekhyun!” Baekhyun says nothing, just staring at with his puppy eyes. And suddenly I don’t feel angry, just sad, again. “I told you I loved you and you went and fucked some other girl!” Baekhyun sighs and makes a move to leave the kitchen, I hurry and grab his arm, tugging him back.
“You can’t even own up to it!” I yell, pulling him around to face me. His face is blank, just staring at me. I feel hopeless, confused. Once again, I take a step back from him, I turn to the counter and grab a bottle that was lying there. It was red wine; I open it and take a large gulp. Baekhyun sighs my name but I ignore him and drink more.
“You’re going to give yourself alcohol poison,” I scoff and turn around.
“And why the fuck do you care?” Baekhyun frowns.
“I do care about you, Y/N,” I let out a bitter laugh.
“No, you fucking don’t! If you cared about me, you wouldn’t have gone with that girl last Friday. If you seriously cared, you wouldn’t have moved on so quickly!” A tear slides down my cheek, I point at it. “This is what caring looks like, Baekhyun.” I sniff, taking another sip from the bottle. “And I’m tired of caring for you, it’s exhausting and pointless.” With that I push passed him and back into the crowded living room.
I danced around the living room, took shots with Sehun – who seemed to appear from thin air! I think he’s a magician. The living room has become stuffy, my hair is sticking to the back of my neck, so I leave to the hallway. I lean against the wall, feeling drowsy.
“You alright?” a voice calls out; I look up with blurry eyes and see a guy leaning against the staircase. I nod, letting out a giggle. He smirks before making his way over to me, he has a cup in his hand, he offers some to me and I shake my head.
“I’m drunk enough,” I say, yawning. His smirk widens. “Being drunk is kinda fun though, until you get sleepy,” I giggle, and he nods taking a swig of his drink.
“You’re a pretty cute drunk,” he comments, and I let out a laugh. He leans forward, placing his lips near my cheek. “Pretty sexy as well,” I scoff, placing a hand on his chest.
“No, I’m not!” I snigger, he just nods before bending down, placing his cup on the floor. Both hands place themselves on my waist, he leans down and softly pecks the side of my lips.
“You are, you’re so sexy,” He whispers before kissing me. At first, I’m shocked but then I don’t know, I give in and let him kiss me. It was weird, his lips were chapped, and he tasted like a weird combination of beer and curry. It was when his hand started to move towards my breast that I realised I didn’t want sex. That i didn’t want him. I was too tired, too drunk for that. I pulled away, his lips trailed along my cheek and down my neck.
“No, no, no. I don’t want sex,” I slur out, pushing at him weakly. He just chuckles but continues to tug at me, his hand groping harshly at my breast. “I said no!” I push harder but he doesn’t let up.
“Hey, she said no!” the guy was pulled from me, and it finally hit me what was about to happen. I look up and see Chanyeol glare at him, the guy just laughs and turns back to me.
“Why don’t you piss off pal?” The guy says, but Chanyeol grips his shoulder, refusing to let him tower over me once again. My legs being to shake as the panic began to take place. I move to the side, almost falling over as I try to get away from his grip. As I was moving, I missed the swing of the guys right hand until it was too late. The guy punched Chanyeol in the nose, knocking him back into the staircase. Chanyeol let out a moan, gripping his face. I scream, attracting the attention of the others. Quickly, the rest of the boys arrive, Jongin and Sehun make a bee line for the guy dragging him out the front door. Kyungsoo, Yixing, Minseok and Junmyeon latch onto Chanyeol and lead him up the stairs to the bathroom.
A hand grips my shoulder, I scream and scramble away until I see the orange hair of my best friend. I launched myself into her arms, sobbing.
“Ssssh, it’s okay, Y/N,” Lisa soothes, but I shake my head.
“I was so scared; he wouldn’t let go. Chanyeol h-h-had to stop him!” I wail and suddenly, I’m pulling out of Lisa’s grip and practical crawl up the stairs. “I have to see him!” I yell down to Lisa. I get to the bathroom and see Chanyeol on the toilet pan, blood streaming down from his nose and his bottom lip is bust. Yixing kneels down and begins to clean the wound by his lip, Kyungsoo and Junmyeon stand by the sink. I let out a loud sob, hand covering my mouth. All eyes turn to me. Kyungsoo is first in action, marching towards me.
“Get out of here, Y/N!” he growls at me and I shake my head rapidly.
“Kyungsoo, leave her!” Chanyeol snaps, “This isn’t her fault,” Kyungsoo turns around and shoots Chanyeol a glare – but unlike the times in the canteen, Chanyeol doesn’t turn away frightened. He stares long and hard. Chanyeol looks at Yixing and Junmyeon and nods, indicating them to go. Both of them nod, leaving the room and tugging Kyungsoo along with them.
Chanyeol reaches out his hand, I stumble to him sobbing. I grab his face and smoosh it against my breast, hugging him tightly. He chuckles slightly.
“Jesus, Y/N I’m alright,” I shake my head and continue to cry into his dark hair. He runs a hand along my back, trying to soothe me. Pulling back, I look at his face, his perfect face is all bloody and cut, my lips wobble again. Chanyeol’s thumb wipes the tear from my cheek and smiles weakly at me. “I’ll be alright, Y/N.” A knock on the door interrupts us, I turn and see Baekhyun standing there. He looks at the two of us for a moment before he eyes Chanyeol’s injuries.
“You alright man?” he asks and Chanyeol just nods. Both Baekhyun and Chanyeol look at each for a moment, having a silent conversation with their eyes before Baekhyun nods and leaves us alone again. I plop myself onto Chanyeol’s lap, circling my arms around his neck, holding him tightly to me. Chanyeol let out a surprise sound as I did this, but I ignored him, feeling tired once again.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter against his chest, “I didn’t mean to get so drunk, I-I just wanted to let loose but then I saw Baekhyun and drank more!” I rambled, Chanyeol doesn’t say anything. We sit there in silence, I listen to his breathing, his heartbeat which beats quickly under my ear. It soothes me, almost putting me to sleep. I feel Chanyeol put his hands underneath my knees, picking me up easily. I lean my head in the crook of his neck.
“Where are we going?” I mumble, snuggling further into his neck.
“To my room, you can stay there tonight,” I nod. I feel Chanyeol lower me gently onto his bed, when he goes to withdraw, I grip onto him tightly. Not wanting him to leave. “I have to go, Y/N,” I whine, tugging to me.
“I don’t want you to go, please,” I beg, looking up at him. He stands there unsure before giving in, he climbs on the bed next to me. Both of us are facing each other, watching each other silently.
“Tell me something,” I whisper and Chanyeol pouts.
“Like what?” I hum, shrugging slightly but my body feels heavy. I force my eyes to stay open so I can look at him some more. His nose has stopped bleeding, the blood his dried on his cupid bow. The cut on his lip has swelled slightly, making his lips look puffier.
“Anything, just something,”
“I had a crush on you,” Chanyeol confesses, he looks away from me shyly. My heart flutters and I couldn’t stop the goofy smile on my face.
“Really?” he nods still not looking at me. “You never said anything!” I whine, poking at his arm childishly – a reminder that I’m still drunk. Chanyeol finally looks at me and smiles sadly.
“Technically, I did,” he confirms, nodding to himself, “I sent Baekhyun to talk to you, to find out what you liked, your interests and then I was going to ask you out on a date but uhhh…things changed,” Quickly, I sat up causing the room to spin. I may be drunk, but I still have brain.
“Oh my God!” I gasp, piecing the picture together. “So, all those notes Baekhyun sent me, they were from you?” Chanyeol just nodded. Before Baekhyun and I started dating – before I got to know Baekhyun, he used to pass me these notes in class that used to say things like ‘you look beautiful today’, and at the time I thought it was Baekhyun, considering how much he used to flirt with me. Jesus! Some friend he is!
I look at Chanyeol, eyes growing wet.
“Don’t you start crying again!” Chanyeol tuts, “You didn’t know, Y/N,”
“I know but you had to watch me with him, it must have sucked balls!” I whine and Chanyeol shakes his head in amusement before tugging me back down, lying beside him again.
“It did for a while, but you were happy, so I learned to deal with it. I knew you didn’t like me like that anyway, you barely knew me,” I sigh, grabbing onto his hand tightly.
“Still a dick move from Baekhyun, though. What kind of friend does that?” Chanyeol once again just shrugs. My eyes being to close over and this time I can’t fight it. I feel Chanyeol move closer, putting his arm around my waist.
“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” I hear him whisper before I drift off completely.
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