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theworldsoul · 3 years

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Sorry guys, I'm gonna vent Again, so if you don't want to read it just feel free to skip this post

Okay so basically we have a Gecko. Don't ask, that's another story for another time. My dad has grown fond of it, and I used to think he was cool until a specific day. On that say I fed him worms with a tweezer. When I picked them up, I could PHYSICALLY FEEL THEIR PAIN. I dont really know what happened there, but I physically felt their pain and i squeezed them. My dad said, "squeeze harder, do it by the head", and i tried it and i felt a jolt of pain... I told myself "you are just imagining the pain, its okay" but then when I looked back at the worm, squirming and struggling... I connected some dots in my brain and this hard realization came upon me, that I was causing this poor creature pain. I began to cry and my dad had to feed the gecko that day. Ever since then I havent interacted with the gecko because every time I do it freaks me out a bit. I dont really understand what happened that time but I want to forget about it before I go near the gecko again. I've been trying to get closer to him but I always freak out.

So today I was on my computer, right? Drinking a tea. Trying to feel peaceful. Then all of a sudden my dad is there, all happy with the gecko, and I go "oh hi!!!" Because I am under the impression that the gecko will stay ON HIS HAND. Of course I'm wrong. My dad encourages him to go onto the table to see me. I EXPECT the gecko to walk onto the table and towards me, but TO MY SURPRSISE, the gecko basically jumpscares me by suddenly jumping from his hand onto and nearby watterbottle. I jump a bit, startled, and I spill tea all over my computer, the table, and my sleeve. As I'm processing what happened I'm overtaken by fear and I begin to cry.

Of course I'm fine and I'm just overreacting, but I was scared. I wasnt hurt, my computer mousepad barely works now but I wasnt hurt. So why was I so scared of a little gecko? I dont know. So I'm crying and trying to clean up the mess of tea everywhere and my dad is mad at me for spilling my tea and he asks why I did that and I tell him that I was scared since it jumped so suddenly, yknow I wasnt expecting it. I dont remeber his exact words but it was soemthing about me being 15, like "oh well since you're 15 now you should grow the fuck up" basically. Then he left. Like???? I am literally trying to get my breathing back to a normal pace because I'm SCARED, I was just JUMPSCARED, and you get MAD AT ME??? YOUR CHILD IS FUCKING SCARED AND YOU JUST LEAVE THEM?? the whole time I was cleaning I could hear him in the other room talking to the gecko, all carefree and happy... while I did my best not to cry. Damn okay. It almost made me feel like I was below human.

Usually this wouldnt be such a big fucking deal, but I'm an emotional person. And also I notice that,,, whenever my sister is scared they lunge at the chance to help her feel safe again. It's like they hate me specifically.

I know I'm making a big deal out of something that is really not a big deal. Really all that happened was a little gecko jumped and I got scared. I'm overdoing it. But that's just how I am now. I really don't want to believe that I'm broken or anything, but fuck i think i genuinely am messed up if stupid shit like this makes me freak out... reminder that this all began with EMPATHIZING WITH A FUCKING MEALWORM. I'm jsut so fucking broken. And in the moments I was left alone to console myself as quietly as possible so as not to make anyone angry, I felt my body become possessed with another soul.

This happens sometimes, where I will sorta have the mindset of a child. I force it sometimes to cope, but other times it happens on it's own whenever I feel unloved or otherwise bad like this. I'm not too sure if this is a normal thing. But I describe it as possession. The fact that that event made me get possessed is kinda a big deal. Usually that only happens at REALLY BAD THINGS.

But this wasn't really bad... I'm just being sensitive and overdoing it.

Honestly my parents are right... I really do need to grow up. But I think I have something wrong with me, with my brain, because there are just so many things about this story that are so... wrong. Like, what sort of person freaks out and cries for an hour because they got jumpscared? What sort of person then has their body SWITCH SOULS because they feel like their parents dont love them? WHAT SORT OF PERSON EMPATHIZES WITH A WORM??? it's all so weird. Like, who knows, maybe my parents arent that bad, maybe I'm just like... weird. I'm totally overdoing this. I'm totally overdoing this. I'm making such a big deal out of it... but I cant help it. That's just my emotions.

Shit, I should really get a therapist. All the ones I've been to so far tell me my emotional reactions are totally normal but THIS DOESNT SEEM FUCKING NORMAL TO ME. I've overreacted to shit my whole life. It's not. Helpful.

On another note, I notice that my crying doesnt induce a "concern" reaction in my father. It induces an "anger" reaction. They arent bad people, I just... I'm beginning to think they really fucking hate me.

They have all the reaosn to, but a lot of those reasons are things that couldve been fixed early on if the adults around me cared about my feelings enough to try to sort them out. It's been fifteen years and now I'm fucked up. Irreversible. Just. So.. so fuckinf damaged. I dont think I'll ever be normal. And I hate ft. But it cant happen.

Soemtimes I think it was a bad idea to choose to live after the party. It was the perfect time to die and I told myself no, dont do it. It was... perfect. Calling to me. I think it was my destiny to die that day. I think that now I am cursed since I dodged my destiny.

I try not to think that way. I tell myself that I am going to change so much. I tell myself that my passion will be my strength. But the way my life is going, it really doesnt feel like I will become anything good.

I'm failing my classes. They KNOW about my soul shifting. I cry too much. All I ever do is draw STUPID FUCKING DRAWINGS and play STUPID FUCKING MUSIC and play fashion designer in my room stitching things up... fucking hell. They're right to hate me. I'm a failure. But they're also wrong to hate me. A lot of the things they dont like about me are things that are THEIR FAULT.

Man, I dont even know what to think anymore. All I really ever wanted was their love. But it's impossible for me to get it now, so I should just forget about it. I cant though. It plagues me. The thought that they hate me. It hurts me. And when its confirmed to me... i'm sorry. All I ever do is complain about the most mundane bullshit ever. My parents are proabbly actually good people I'm just overdoing it because I'm I'm proabbly mentally ill or soemthing. And I'm a failure anyways so I cant fucking blame them for not liking me that much anwyays. God, fifteen is very old. And I'm a boy. I hate to say it but they're right. Fuck, they're right. I cant be crying... I'm so oversensitive. But wait, why am I trying so hard to justify their ideas? ITS BECAUSE I FEEL GUILTY CONDEMNING THEIR ACTIONS. WHY DO I FEEL GUILTY. goddamn it...

I dont know how I'm gonna fix this though. I kinda wish my parents would treat me with the softness that I NEED, that my mind NEEDS and has needed for a while now, but I know that wont happen and really I'm just this overgrown child thing and oh fuck I wonder who's fault that is??? Cos it isn't all on me. Oh shit, now I'm scared. If I get a bad mark on my test my parents will freak out. I think I'm going to cry again. Fuck man, I try my hardest, it's just I'm literally defective. I cant do any better. I've been set up to fail anyways. Fuck. I just... I dont know, I wish things were different.

This is stupid and I'm being stupid and freaking out over one little thing. Fuck.

#sorry lol #im kinda overdoing it #feel free to tell me how dumb im being #because i know im #being irrational

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pinkykitten · 6 years

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Trying To Cook

Bright

Kandomere x female! reader

Warning: none

Specifics: fluff, lil comedy, cooking, race neutral

People: Kandomere, you, Daryl Ward (mentioned)

Words: 605

Requested: By @jinx-is-fire Kandomere x reader fluff where he is being sweet and cuddly while reader is trying to cook

Authors Note: im sorry this didnt come out the best, and short i have a cold (it feels like the flu) like it is such a bad cold. so i tried my best on this and did all i could trying not to overdo it. god i love kandomere tho! i really liked this idea and again im sorry this came out crapppppyyyyy!!! thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy, please feedback is so awesome and i love to hear your guys thoughts. have fun! 🤒😷

Today was a day where Kandomere was actually allowed to stay home from work. Kandomere had to admit that he was a little bit of a workaholic. You thought it was just in his blood to always work, and you saw all the hard work he incorporated into the company. You wanted Kandomere to get a rest, you wanted to treat him like a King for one day just so he could relax. What you wanted the most though was just to spend time with your love.

Kandomere was currently laying outside in the hammock. The sun shone brightly and the fairies we yapping away again.

Good thing Daryl showed you this screen for your back porch that wont allow those annoying fairies to enter. It was a great relief.

You were going to make one of Kandomere’s favorite dish. Pabellón criollo (Pabellón criollo is a traditional Venezuelan dish, the local version of the rice and beans combination found throughout the Caribbean. It is a plate of rice, shredded beef in stew and stewed black beans. i dont call this dish that i call it ropa vieja, its cuban and let me tell u all its one of my fav dishes agh spanish food is so good)

You needed a recipe book on how to make the specific dish. You put the rice in the rice cooker and let that cook. Next, you paid attention to the beans, cooking them in a pan. You were about to get started with the meat when you heard the sliding of the glass doors open. You didn’t focus on the noise to much, you were captured in the moment of preparing the meat. All of a sudden you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

You screamed in surprise, “Kandomere you scared me!”

Kandomere chuckled, “I’m sorry mi amor, I just missed you out there. I was all by myself, all alone.”

You wanted to turn around, kiss those amazing lips, and cuddle with him on the hammock but you had to pay attention to the dinner. So you presumed your stoic expression and continued making the meat.

Kandomere wanted attention, he wanted to be with you.

As you were reading the instructions of the recipe to the meat you felt a pair of lips crawl up your shoulder to your neck.

This was difficult! You were still trying to contain that expressionless attitude but Kandomere was making it impossible.

“Baby, come lay with me, I want to be with you,” he whined kissing your neck some more and pecking the back of your ear. “C’mon baby,” he whispered.

You giggled letting your guard down. “Babe I have to finish this! I wanted to make this perfect for you! I don’t want to ruin it!”

“Sweetheart, trust me these hands,” Kandomere said as his hands went around your hips, his hands engulfing yours from behind. “These hands could never ruin anything.”

At this moment you really hated Kandomere, why did he have to be so hot! You were starting to second guess yourself on the importance of this dinner.

“No, y/n, don’t give in,” you thought to yourself.

Kandomere started nuzzling himself to you. Giving the back of your head kisses.

That’s when you thought of an idea, “Hey honey, why don’t you help me cook!”

Kandomere let out a whine, “I don’t want to cook but if it will make you happy and make me be able to be with you then,” he sighed. “I guess I’ll help.”

You smiled, gave him a quick peck on the lips, “Okay babe, hand me the spices.”

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wallewizzle · 6 years

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BTS Jealous, Maknae Line

Thank you so much for reading! First time I´m uploading anything so when I got 20 likes my heart burst. Really...Thank you. And once again, if you have any ideas, be free...and merry.

Jungkook

Jungkook ran up the stairs up to your apartment with his stomach aching, his throat clenching, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. He knocked on the door and drummed his feet against the floor, trying his best to control his anger. But he was fuming. He had seen you with that guy. Happily having an early lunch, snuggled up tightly laughing at each other, clearly sharing secrets. He could have convinced himself that you were just friends but when he kissed your cheek Jungkook broke.

But you weren’t home and he let his mind wander. Where were you? You were with him? Fucking him? Screaming his name? How the fuck did this happen? Jungkook walked the whole way home to the dorms, fighting the tears with every step. He had lost you. His busy schedule drove you away. But how could you treat him like this? He thought higher of you. You had promised that you wouldn’t cheat, never lead him on. Now he was alone, his whole body aching, stomach starting a riot and his knuckles whitened from his clenched fists.

He texted you the second he came home. Making you know exactly what he saw and that you better have a good explanation or this was all over. That if you wanted to end it then you should just tell him.

When you red his text your heart stopped. You called him instantly but it went straight to voicemail. You texted him, called him again but it gave you nothing.

”What´s wrong?” Peter asked noticing your sudden change of mood. You showed him his message and he gasped. ”You haven’t told him that I´m gay?” You shook your head and he sighed. ”Well, that´s fucking stupid”. You slid your phone over the table after the fifth call went to voicemail and dropped your head. Fuck!

You tried to contact him all night but he never answered. Peter encouraged you to go back to his place but you were scared. What if he already made his mind up? Jungkook could be so darn stubborn and he might not even open the door. But here you were, Peter dropped you off outside their place and you sighed. You thought that when he got your text he would understand.

”I´ll wait here to make sure you get in, okay? He said and stood by the car. You nodded and rang the bell. The door opened quickly and there he was. Jungkook stared you down and his clenched jaw caused you to stutter.

”Why didn’t you answer me? You asked but he wasn’t even looking at you. Without a word and before you could react he ran against Peter. ”Jungkook!” You yelled and ran after him just as he gripped Peters jacket and slammed him against the car. ”STOP!" You grabbed his arm but he was to strong for you to budge.

”You´ll fucking leave her alone!” He spat in Peters face. Jungkook felt the need to smash his head in but your presence stopped him. It shouldn’t but he really didn’t know how to survive it if you left him. He might still have a shot. You heard Jimin and Kim running out of the house and you panicked. Suddenly he kicked away Peters legs making him fall to the ground with nothing more then Jungkook´s hands holding him up. ”STOP IT!” You yelled again and grabbed his hand trying to pry away his grip. ”Get the fuck away from me Y/N!” He hissed and looked at you with hate in his eyes.

”Jungkook!” Jimin shouted and ran up to his friend. He had never seen Jungkook like this and it scared him. ”NO!” You yelled as Jungkook raised his arm. ”HE`S GAY! HE`S FUCKING GAY!” You screamed and Jungkook stared at you. He watched you with big eyes with his hands still on Peters jacket. He looked back down at Peter who awkwardly waved with a scared smile.

Jungkook released his grip and Peter fell to the ground. You ran up to him and grabbed his hand to help him up. When you did Jungkook turned around and grabbed his arm to help you. ”I`m…I´m so sorry! I just…I thought that…” He muttered and straighten out Peters jacket before he looked at Jimin with a helpless stare. You saw him clearly mouthing the way fuck before he came back to Peter. ”I´m really sorry! Are you okay? Is there anything I can do?”

”Can you all please just get in? It´s fucking freezing”. NamJoon´s voice ended the chaos and all of you did exactly what he said.

Jungkook didn’t look at you once as you passed him with Peter and walked inside. You understood his feelings but the way he handled them scared you. What if he ever got that mad at you? You guessed he just did but he had Peter to take it out on. What if he wasn’t there?

”So this is awkward”. Jimin laughed nervously and you forced out a smile. ”I just…I overreacted. I´m sorry” Jungkook sighed and you huffed. ”You said that already! It doesn’t matter”. You hissed and he looked at you with sad eyes.

”Ouch! NamJoon murmured. ”Alex you have to see this from his point of view…it really looked like you two were…” ”He slammed my friend against the car NamJoon!” You exclaimed and stared at Jungkook who just looked at you with a sad expression. You didn’t care.

”Y/N? Come on! He didn’t overreact. I would have done the same thing”. Peter said and you frowned. You shook your head not wanting to believe him. Peter was the sweetest guy on the planet. ”I did the same thing! My ex was fooling around with this guy and I might have punched him a bit…not as good as Jungkook here but still…I tried”. ”Actually he´s right. I mean, you scared the shit out me but I got your back”. Jimin said and grabbed Jungkook´s arm. He looked at Jimins hand and sighed. ”Don´t give me that shit! It´s a guy thing?” You hissed and Jimin nodded in response. ”It´s a ”I found the one I want so don´t you try to fuck this up thing”. Peter snickered and you huffed trying to hide the smile on your lips. ”Don´t worry”. He smiled and turned to Jungkook who awkwardly smiled back not getting how the guy he just jumped on was defending him. ”Just buy me food at some point and we´re good”. He added and took Jungkook´s hand. ”I´ll leave you here”. He said as he grabbed your hand. ”Talk to the poor guy” He whispered so only you could hear. You quietly nodded and gave him a hug. ”I´m sorry”. You murmured and he chuckled. ”Yeah? Stop being so darn naive then”. He smiled and grabbed his jacket. ”It´s been a pleasure”. He smirked and walked out of the door.

You were left alone with Jungkook and saw the insecurity in his face. He knew he overreacted and you would make him grovel for a long time. But you knew what he saw and you got what he felt. You would forgive him, maybe not today but you would.

…

Tae

”Why are you like this?” You asked and he huffed. He didn’t answer you at all. He just sat there in front of his computer probably busy with music and not even caring that you were there. ”Have I done something wrong Tae?”

”No…miss perfect doesn’t do anything wrong right?” He muttered.

”What did I do?” You pleaded him to tell you. You hated him like this. When he got mad, he was really mad and nothing could bring him back. ”Tae!” You could feel the panic taking over.

”Are you going to cry now?” He hissed and made me feel so small. ”You are? Maybe you should call that friend of yours? Maybe he can make you feel better?” ”Is this because you´re jealous?” You asked and he just huffed. ”It´s nothing between me and Simon”. ”You know what? I don´t even care if it is”. He said and shrugged his shoulder. How could he say that? He broke your heart. You don´t care?” You repeated and bit down on your lip to keep yourself from crying but it didn’t work. ”I-don´t-care!” He stated. ”I wouldn’t care if you sent me a video of you sucking his dick so you just go ahead and do that!” He spat showing zero emotions. ”So save those tears. It wont work baby”. He smirked. ”Don´t call me baby ever again Tae!” You spat and swiped your tears away. He suddenly looked straight at you and it felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest. ”Fuck you!” You hissed and ended the call just as he opened his mouth. You slammed your body down on your bed and felt the tears pour down your cheeks.

Tae knew he fucked up. He crossed the line and pushed his forehead against the desk. He had been away for two months now and it was eating him up. The only contact he had with you was through the phone and he missed you. He missed tickling you until you could laugh anymore and started to scold him for always overdoing it. He missed your hands against his cheeks as you kissed him softly, making his lips feel the excitement of being loved. And when you then sent him a snap of you and that friend of yours he snapped. He saw your eyes glitter and your hand covering you mouth as you laughed. How much more of this distance could you take?

He called you but you couldn’t answer. You read his messages, begging you to answer, and turned off the sound. You turned up the music and sighed. You couldn’t talk to him. You didn’t want him to know how much he hurt you. You hid under the comforter and stayed there until you finally fell asleep. When you woke up in the middle of the night you had ten missed calls and eight messages. You sighed, grabbed a cigarette and walked over to the balcony. His fucking behavior actually made you buy a pack of cigarettes. Fucking douche!

Just answer me so I know you´re okay? We haven’t talked in three days and I´m going crazy. I was wrong! I´m sorry!

I acted like a jerk. I´m sorry.

I love you. So much! If I hurt you I´m sorry. Just let me explain baby. I miss you so much.

Two more days past when he called you again. You knew he would be coming back home any day now but you still hadn’t figured it out. But he called again and without thinking twice you answered him.

”Yeah?” You muttered and jumped up on the counter.

”Hey”. He murmured and you felt how your eyes burnt. ”How are you?”

”Okay”. You answered quickly and bit down on your lip.

”Yeah?” He said knowing you weren’t. ”I´ll be back tomorrow…and I want to see you”. You heard his words and shook your head.

”I don´t know…” You murmured and heard his sigh.

”Please Y/N! Just let me talk to you! I need to…just be with you. I´ll do anything”. You wanted to yell at him but your eyes welled up.

”Okay”. You muttered to keep your voice straight.

”Okay?” He repeated but you didn’t say anything. ”Okay. I´ll be there at six. Thank you”. He hurried to say before you hung up. You dried your eyes and shook your head. You knew what you wanted. You wanted him.

Ten minutes to six the next day the doorbell rang. You jumped out of your couch and looked at the door and down at yourself and your wide black pants and cropped top. When you placed your hand on the handle you took one last deep breath.

”Hey…” He muttered and placed his bag by the door. He looked at you like he wanted to hug you but he didn’t. Why did you want him to? You sighed and threw yourself against his chest. He tensed up but slowly you felt his breath against you and his arms around you, hugging tightly. He inhaled your hair and pushed his lips against it. ”I missed you so much”.

”I´m still very confused and angry”. You muttered and pushed your hands to his chest to create some space. ”You told me you didn’t care and…it just felt…I felt like a big pile of shit”. You said and felt how angry his words made you. When your eyes burnt you huffed. ”And I guess this doesn’t work either?” You muttered and pointed towards your teary eyes.

”I´m so sorry!” He exclaimed and took your hand in his. ”I had no right to talk to you like that. I was just…stupid and scared. The distance is so hard and I started to think that you would find something better. Someone who can be with you all the time. And then you hung out with that shit-head and…”

”I cant…” You said and shrugged your shoulders.

”You can´t what?” He asked with panic in his eyes and you shook your head.

”I can´t find someone better…because I…I love you.” He grabbed your neck and pushed his lips against yours. His tension had been building up until now when it just exploded into this massive need of having you close. He kept his lips moulded to yours as he pushed your back against the wall. His hand moved down your throat, chest and stomach before he pulled his hand down your pants. You sighed into his mouth and saw his beautiful smile as his fingers moved against you. Your stomach started to tingle and you desperately tried to get rid of his jacket. You wanted him now. He stepped back and watched you as he threw his jacket on the ground a long with his shirt. He unbuttoned his pants and just looked at you while biting down on his lip. You felt his hands gripping your ass tightly and before he pulled down your pants leaving you basically naked.

”The things you make me feel baby”. He smirked and grabbed your waist. With strong hands he turned you around and placed your palms against the wall over your head. You felt his dick against your ass and his face nuzzling down your neck. He placed sweet kisses down your neck and shoulder and brought his hand up over you hip and stomach before they grabbed your breast that basically was screaming for his touch. He growled as he filled you and goosebumps covered every inch of your skin.

”Fuck…I…” You moaned and tried to keep yourself put as he moved inside you. He grabbed your hair and pushed you hair back to kiss your throat and your goosebumps turned into fire. His hand moved down to your throat with one finger over your lips. When you bit down on it he hissed in your ear. ”Baby…you feel so good…so fucking good”. He purred and grabbed your hips and thrusted harder and faster making you feel the first wave take over your body. ”So tight…” ”Tae…I cant…” You stuttered and felt how his nails dug down your hips. He bit your shoulder and you flipped your head back, him slamming himself against you and you saw red.

”Yes Y/N…Tell me you want me…only me…” He murmured and you felt how he tensed up behind you. ”Only you…just you”. You stuttered and felt how an explosion erupted in your stomach. He came over your back and leaned his head against your shoulder. ”I love you so much”. He muttered while you tried to recover from your high.

Jimin

”Ey Jungkook!” Jimin called and opened his door. He saw him on the bed with his arm over your lap and he tensed instantly. You looked up from your computer and quickly shut the screen and jumped off the bed. Jimin frowned feeling how his jaw clenched at the sight. Why were you here? You hadn’t told him you were coming over.

”What are you doing here?” He asked sounding more annoyed then happy about seeing you. Why the hell did you have to sit so close together in the first place? Alone in his room?

”Nothing! Jungkook is just…”You tried to explain and Jungkook jumped in. ”I´m helping her with her computer class”. He filled in quickly and Jimin got even more annoyed. What were they hiding? ”Shouldn’t you meet V at the studio?” He asked as you jumped up and gave him a quick hug that Jimin barely reciprocated. You acted like you didn’t noticed the tension but your flickering eyes told him you did.

”I forgot my phone”. Jimin hissed and Jungkook just nodded, shrugging his shoulders. You traced his back with your fingers, trying to make the situation less awkward but it didn’t work. Jimin just nodded and disappeared behind the door, not even remembering what he came there for in the first place. Did Jungkook want you? Did you guys hang out regularly? Jungkook wouldn’t do anything like that right? But what were they hiding?

”Jimin?” Jungkook chuckled as he walked into the kitchen. Jimin saw you sitting on the counter, next to Jungkook, still smiling, now over something on his phone. Still so fucking close. You jumped down on the floor like you did hours ago from the bed and Jimin lost it.

”You must be kidding me!” He huffed and threw his phone on the table. Jimin stared at Jungkook who just smiled like he didn’t see that he was out of line. ”What?” He grinned and you swiped your eyes over you clearly pissed off boyfriend.

”I decided to stay…” You muttered quietly but he just huffed. ”I didn’t ask you to!” He didn’t look at you. You looked at Jimin and tried not to get hurt by his tone. ”I guess you asked her to stay huh? So? What did you do?” Jimin hissed, staring at his friend and you inhaled deeply and placed your hand against his chest. But Jimin didn’t care. He moved you out of the way and Jungkook jumped off the counter.

”Ey! Don´t be a dick!” He hissed. Jimin just chuckled and grabbed a bottle of water. ”You had fun? A little massage? Movie? Studio? You asked her out yet?” Jimin huffed and Jungkook just shook his head in disbelief. ”You are so wrong”. He muttered but Jimin didn’t care.

”Jimin…” You mumbled from behind him and crumbled as he just looked at you. ”You know what? Stay! Hang out with Jungkook! I´m going to sleep”. He spat and walked out of the room.

”HEY!” You called after him and grabbed his arm. ”Stop!” He looked down at you and felt how a stone crashed down his stomach. ”You know that I don´t like Jungkook right?” You asked.

”Clearly you do!” Jimin huffed. He couldn’t help it. Seeing you so close bothered him. ”I don´t! It´s not what it looks like! You just walked in at the worst possible time and…” You explained shook you head. ”I love you”. You added and he shook my head. ”You should leave”. He spat and you backed up in surprise. He had never not told you ”I love you” in return. No matter how mad he was, he always told you he loved you. Making sure that you knew it would be fine.

”Wha…?” You murmured and Jimin just sighed. He left you there in the hallway and made sure to lock the door after he closed it.

You jut watched his back as he walked into his room. The sound of his lock told you that he didn’t want you to follow. You sighed and walked back into the kitchen.

”That went good! I suck at surprises I guess”. You huffed and sat down by the table. ”I have to tell him. I can´t do this for another week. I appreciate your help I just…how can he even think that?” You muttered and Jungkook sat down in front of you.

”It´s not that crazy!” He smiled and you frowned. ”I mean…if you weren’t with him I would defiantly hit on you. He knows that! You´re sweet and funny. Extremely good looking and defiantly my type”. He smirked and you got confused. You didn’t want him to tell you this. ”But he met you first so I have nothing to say about that. But don´t worry…I can´t look at you like that. It´s this invisible boundary and he should know at least that. But yeah…if I had someone like you I would be just as jealous”. He added and you blushed. ”You´re like my very pretty sister”. He chuckled and you laughed.

”If he only knew how much I loved him, then this wouldn’t be a problem”. You sighed and he nodded. ”Call him tomorrow and if he´s still grumpy then tell him okay?” He said and you nodded. ”Okay. I´ll go”. You muttered and wished you could go to him. You missed him. His birthday surprise was going downhill very fast. Your phone buzzed in your pocket as Jungkook walked out and you sighed.

I´m sorry baby! Could you come here? I miss you.

You smiled as you saw his text, quickly jumped up from your chair and walked straight to his room. You pulled down the handle. It was still locked. You heard him moving around in there and seconds later he opened up the door with a cautious smile.

”Hey”. You said before he grabbed your waist and pushed you closer. ”You really are an ass, you know that?” You added with a frown. He nodded and you sighed. ”Don´t you trust me? And Jungkook?”

”I trust you. And Jungkook…I know he likes you so let´s not talk about that. I just got jealous and…well, I guess I know that it wouldn’t happen but I…” He murmured and you stroke his cheek.

”It won’t! Never!” You smiled and pushed your lips to his.

#bts #bts jimin #bts taehyung #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts reactions #bts imagines

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Kagatobi WIP

so id started a kagatobi thing before the semester took away all the time and energy i had for writing. ive tried to pick it up, and ive written some more but im not sure ill get back the feeling for it to finish it. if i decide not to finish it ill edit this and post it on ao3 but if i manage to get back inspiration i wont start posting till its almost finished. for now im posting it here, under the cut

Tobirama is exhausted. He’s been sorting through paperwork for far too long, and he knows he should go home soon, but there’s always another urgent form that needs taken care of immediately. He thought he had a lot of paperwork when he was just helping Hashirama, but since he stepped down and left the hat to Tobirama he’s been swamped. Anija has not returned the favor and given him any help, but to be honest when he does try to help it often makes things take longer.

He sighs, and goes to move on to the next form, when one of his anbu guards descend from their post to stand behind him. “Rabbit,” he says without looking away from the form, “What is it?”

“You look like you’ll have an aneurysm if you do any more paperwork, and it’s almost midnight. I can imagine what the obituary would be now: Nidiame-sama dead of a stroke at only 38, could defeat any foe but triplicate forms.” He stops to chuckle a little at the absurdity. “So, I’m doing my job as your bodyguard and protecting you,” Kagami finishes answering, reaching over Tobirama to grab the rest of his paperwork, “I’m just protecting you from yourself instead of assassins.

“I need to get that done,” he reprimands, “put it back Rabbit.”

“It’ll wait till tomorrow just like it always did for Shodai-sama,” he countered. He plopped the papers down in a filing cabinet and slammed it shut before adding, “and did you make up the entire anbu just so you could make me a rabbit because if so that’s a very complicated way to tease me. Why couldn’t I be Tiger or something?”

“You just look like a rabbit to me,” he says. He stands up, giving in to the request to take a break. He imagines Kagami is right about the work waiting for him just like it did for his brother.

“Are you calling me cute?” he teases, and Tobirama can tell he’s smiling behind the mask.

He hums agreeably and then teases back, dead-pan, “Don’t forget how fluffy and short you are. You’re a very soft little bunny, but I couldn’t just call you bunny, of course, since everyone else was getting adult animal names.”

Kagami sniffs, affronted, and pouts. “If you were any less of a sucker for order and regulations you’d have done it anyway,” he gripes. “Don’t come back in to work until after my shift guarding you is over, you should get a full night of sleep for once,” he calls out, as he moves back into position to follow Tobirama home.

Knowing Kagami can still hear him from his post he replies, “You shouldn’t order your Hokage around.” He’s mostly pocking at him, but he does have his image to think of if he wants to be able to scare all the various clan elders into line for village meetings. It almost gives him shivers just to think of what they’d try to pull if they thought he was willing to take orders from anyone except his own clan head.

He walks back to the compound briskly. Kagami’s shift ends in five hours, so he could still listen to him and be back to work by six in the morning. However, that isn’t really in the spirit of what he wanted, and will he really get much done if off duty Kagami shows up to nag him? No. He’ll wait a few extra hours then. He can sleep for about seven hours, have a quick breakfast, and be back in his office at nine.

Tobirama manages to avoid being derailed by Hashirama, or his granddaughter Tsunade whose only just learned to walk, but can still pull off grand panic inducing escapes. He arrives at Hokage tower just when planned. He pulls his paperwork out of the cabinet, and sets back to work. He’s regretting not having the time to get tea, when he heard a knock. Before he can invite Kagami in, because who else would it be, he swings the door open.

“Would you like some tea?” he asks setting a cup down on Tobirama’s desk without waiting for an answer.

“It looks like you already know the answer,” he replies. He takes a moment to hold the cup close to his face and bask in the steam. “Thanks. It’s nice to have some on reliable, responsible, around.”

“I’m not sure if that’s actually a compliment for me, or a vague insult for someone else, but I’ll take it,” Kagami chirps.

“The first paper I pulled out to look at today informed me that, my dear former student, Hiruzen somehow managed to set fire to part of the market earlier this week,” Tobirama grumbles in reply.

“I’m insulted, setting public property on fire is my clan’s job.”

“Don’t even think about it,” he warns.

“Kidding, kidding,” Kagami replies showing his palms in surrender, “no fun in the office, I get it.”

Tobirama gives him an exasperated stare. “I want it to be clear that if it weren’t so unbefitting for the Hokage to do so, I would roll my eyes at you,” he states evenly.

“Lies, Shodai-sama did things way less mature. The unasked-for hugging, the shouting, the crying,” he laments.

“All of that is why it’s important I keep high standards. I have a lot to make up for,” he clarifies.

Kagami stares, giving him a considering look, then drawls, “If you are always trying to balance out your brother it’s no wonder you never have any fun.” Perking up, he claps his hands together in front of himself and adds, “Shodai-sama was serious when it really counted though-”

“He was?”

“Don’t play dumb, it doesn’t suit you, and besides, you know best of all when he’s being serious,” he replies, crossing his arms. “Anyway, if you’re balancing him and he was serious occasionally, that means occasionally you have to have fun. I can’t remember the last time you did, so you’re overdo,” Kagami declares.

Tobirama has given up on getting any paperwork done with him here. Rubbing his temples, he slowly says, “I don’t like where this is going. I have a lot of paperwork, and issues to work on. For instance, your clan, who remain dangerously set apart, even now that Madara is no longer stirring up ill-sentiment.”

“That’s perfect! Think of it like multitasking. We’ll stay in at your place tonight, instead of you staying here till three in the morning, and we can brainstorm about how to help my clan together. I’d suggest we go out, but I know you’ll get more enjoyment at home with no strangers about,” Kagami gushes, sliding into a chair by the desk.

Tobirama didn’t realize that humans could talk that fast. He breathes out a deep sigh and responds, “Fine. Just let me do my paperwork now, and I’ll leave for the day at dinner.” His nose scrunches up as he adds, “I suppose if I don’t take breaks on my own, Anija will come to bug me instead of just you, and I’d much rather it be you.”

“Ah, your age-old talent of saying-something-that-I-can’t-tell-if-is-meant-as-a-compliment-or-an-insult,” he says wistfully, leaning his elbows on the desk, and resting his chin on his hands.

“Can’t it be both? It’s important I show my appreciation for all you do, but it’s also important as your friend that I don’t let you get a big head,” Tobirama deadpans.

“Right, what are friends for,” Kagami chuckles, “I’ll be sure to remember that the next time I want to compliment you.” He slides onto the desk and leans back with his ankles crossed. Tobirama would tell him to get off, but he sat on it almost the same way when Hashirama was Hokage, and even though he wasn’t there, he’s sure Kagami would somehow know and throw it back in his face. It’s best not to make a target of himself.

“Just stop by my house for dinner tonight, so you can eat with me and hold me captive in my own home to force me to stop working,” he huffed.

“Sure thing! See you later,” Kagami chirped, popping up from the desk. He slips quietly out of the room, as Tobirama turns back to his work, he has to go heckle Hiruzen a bit.

Tobirama has only just arrived home when he spots Kagami walking towards him. He’s holding some kind of take-out, which is good, because it’s late enough he doesn’t want to cook anything. Kagami knows him so well, or else he does not like his cooking. He hopes it’s the former, but it’s probably a little of both.

Noticing he’s been spotted, he calls out, “I picked up some udon. I figured you’d barely manage to beat me here.”

“My hero,” he replies. His tone is flat, but underneath he’s sincere. He opens the door, ushering Kagami in ahead of him. Tobirama heads in to the kitchen to make tea, while Kagami sits down at the kitchen table and sets out the food.

He sets out the tea, and joins the younger man at the table. He doesn’t bring up any of what they agreed to talk about yet, as he’s content to sit and eat in silence. Just being near Kagami is pleasant enough on its own, and he often finds a lot of words just bog down the atmosphere. It’s only when they finish eating, and move into the living room that he brings up their planned conversation.

“While you’ve got me on forced leave, tell me, do you have anything to discuss regarding the issue with your clan?” Tobirama inquires.

“I love it when you talk fancy,” Kagami sighs, his usual mixture of exaggeration and sincerity.

“That wasn’t ‘fancy’ talk, and please, answer the question,” he redirects.

He sits up in reply, settling into a more serious pose. “Well there hasn’t been any new big developments since we last spoke about it. Madara and other doubtfuls about the alliance got everyone riled up about trusting the village, growing unsettlement, not integrating probably, which makes things worse and worse as more clans have join, you know? Your normal signs of impending disaster,” Kagami says, slowly losing his serious air as he speaks.

The fact that it’s been getting worse means this isn’t a problem that will go away on its own. Tobirama is definitely going to have to do something, and preferably soon. After a beat, he says slowly, “Do you think your clan would settle if they felt they had a valuable purpose in the village? More than the new clans joining?”

Kagami perks up, cocking a brow. “Go on,” he says curiously.

“I think,” he starts, leaning in slightly, “that the Uchiha need reassured that they are vital to the village. Not that we want them to stay, but we need to them to stay. Or at least they need to feel like we need them, because if we do then it would not make sense for us to betray them.”

“Oh,” Kagami says, leaning in to mirror Tobirama, “I see. Well it’s worth trying, but what can we do to reassure my clansmen is the real question.”

Suddenly, Tobirama realizes how close they have gotten to one another. Leaning as they both are at the small table their faces are only centimeters apart. The atmosphere seems to shift for a moment, and he resists the urge to glance at Kagami’s lips. Pulling away, he refocuses on talking before he can blush. “That’s what we will have to figure out. Let’s give it some time and then reconvene,” he says stiltedly. Kagami likely did not even notice how close he was. He is much more prone to physical contact than Tobirama, who reasons to himself that he is probably reading too far into things.

“Right,” Kagami agreed, shifting back reluctantly. “I, uh, actually I should probably go now,” he adds looking at Tobirama considering, “Unless…”

“Unless, what?” he asks. He genuinely is not sure what Kagami could want at this point, after all he likely has much more interesting things to do than hang out with Tobirama. He is no one’s idea of an exciting time.

Kagami looks to be preparing to say something but then abruptly deflates. “Never mind,” he hesitates, “It’s nothing.” He pursed his lips, looking lost in thought, before standing up from the table.

Tobirama gives his farewell, and looks at the udon only partly finished on the table. He wonders what prompted that sudden departure. Deciding Kagami is perfectly capable of handling himself, Tobirama finishes eating and moves on to see if he can get some work done after all. He can wait to see if he will bring up what is bothering him on his own tomorrow.

Just as he’s sitting down at his home desk, he hears his door slam open. “Wait!” Tobirama hears called out from the entry. “I change my mind, I don’t have to go. I could feel you sit down to work from across town,” Kagami shouts walking towards the office. Strange, he thinks, but it is a relief to see he hasn’t altered his priorities any. Stopping Tobirama from getting any work done is still at the top of Kagami’s list.

“Get up from that desk,” he asserts, pointing a finger at him in an embellished motion. Tobirama lifts his hand in surrender and stands up. “Right, good,” Kagami continues, “I panicked, and left for a dumb reason, and we are going to ignore that decision.”

“Panicked?” Tobirama asks, mildly perplexed.

“I just said,” he retorted, “that we are going to ignore that. It didn’t happen.” Then he steps close to Tobirama, and presses a hand to his bicep to lead him down the hall. “We are going to sit in the living room, and talk about whatever thing you’re inventing, or book you’re reading, and not do any work,” Kagami asserts.

That is, in fact, exactly what they do. As reluctant as he acted Tobirama is glad. It’s nice to talk to someone about his jutsus and his lab work who understands most of what he is saying, and doesn’t get bored half way through. He even manages not to have anymore, awkward almost-lip-staring moments, although the atmosphere he thinks only he may be feeling still descends part way into the night.

“I think I have to go for real this time. It’s getting pretty late,” Kagami moves to leave reluctantly, despite his frenzied departure earlier. Tobirama places his hand on the door frame as Kagami steps away from the entry. He turns back to face Tobirama, and steps closer placing his hand over his on the door frame.

Staring back at Kagami, Tobirama freezes, uncertain. “Is there something you need?” he asks quietly.

Looking determined Kagami states, “Actually, I am going to talk about earlier after all. I shouldn’t have just not left, I should’ve done this.” He grips Tobirama’s hand in his, and pulls it down from the frame towards himself, causing him to lean forward. Then pushing up on his toes to meet him, presses their lips together. For one, frightening, moment Tobirama doesn’t move, but then, as if coming back to himself suddenly, he moves his lips against Kagami’s. He moves in, shifting the angle, and interlocks their fingers. He pulls back, and runs his tongue across his lower lip. Kagami knows he should say something, but he finds he’s forgotten how to move his own tongue.

“I, yeah, that was what I…you kiss as good as I thought you would?” he stutters out. He managed to use his tongue, but unfortunately his brain still isn’t working.

“Have you thought about it much?” Tobirama replies with a smirk.

“Maybe regularly,” he admits, “but you kissed back, so I bet you thought about kissing me too, didn’t you?”

Tobirama hums his agreement, and Kagami abruptly feels rather stupid for not having just kissed him before. “If we’ve both been thinking off it for who knows how long, then we’ve wasted a lot of time we could have been kissing for real,” he whines.

“Perhaps,” Tobirama says thoughtfully, “we will have to make up for lost time.”

#fic:wau #fanfic #my fic #kagatobi #tobirama #kagami uchiha #kagami #naruto #tobikaga

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