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Part Four: Star Pupil

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He walked towards the open door of your room, smiling gently as the same smell that lingered on your clothing filled his nostrils - heavy floral notes accompanied by something more savory…sandalwood, maybe? He’d considered asking you what perfume you wore when you were awake, but quickly shook his head to remove the thought. What a weird thing to ask.

🌹 warnings: alcohol consumption, negative self talk/subconscious insecurity, events occuring whilst asleep (being tucked in, nothing nefarious!), love interests are a lil dumb dumb

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The last time Felix was this nervous was the day he’d told his family he was moving away.

The familiarity of the bar did little to nothing for the butterflies overtaking his stomach as he skimmed the groups of people for the woman of his dreams.

He heard her before he saw her, the laugh he was so accustomed to hearing from across the bar cutting through the chatter of the other patrons instantly bringing a smile to his lips.

That was, until he remembered he actually needed to speak with her.

The smile was soon replaced with a slight frown, brows pulling together as he debated just walking back out to the truck and calling it a night - he made it this far, that’s good enough. Right?

He could already picture your disapproving scowl and the shake of your head as you chastised him for giving up so quickly. The thought of disappointing you gave him courage, somehow, as he straightened his back and took a deep breath.

As luck would have it, there was an empty seat on the barstool directly next to Ryujin. Luckier yet, she didn’t seem bothered by Felix’s taking it - he honestly wasn’t even sure if she’d noticed his presence.

She held her hand up and caught the attention of the barkeep on duty, politely requesting a refill of her drink. Within a few minutes, a new glass of the yellow-pink ombré was set on a fresh coaster in front of her.

“Maui Sunset?” Felix asked, using his knowledge of drinks to his advantage in an attempt to jump start conversation.

She turned to him with wide eyes, smiling politely before nodding. Felix returned the gesture, gulping hard as though to keep the aforementioned butterflies from escaping through his lips before raising a hand himself - ordering the same.

She cocked her head at this, watching as the bartender set an identical beverage in front of Felix. He took a sip, glancing towards her out of the corner of his eye before chuckling.

“What? Is it really so strange?”

“I mean, no, I—“ she cut herself off, sipping at her own beverage before continuing, “I’m just not used to seeing a man so unconcerned with ordering a —“ she stopped suddenly again, flushing slightly as she looked down.

“Girly drink?” Felix offered, smirking innocently at her nervous expression. She nodded again, giving an apologetic upturn of her lips as he kept speaking, “I used to be self-conscious, y’know.”

“Oh?” She questioned, turning her body towards him as she grew more interested in the man she hadn’t bothered to remember the name of before.

“Mhm,” he continued after another sip, “My friends would tease me - still do, actually!”

“Doesn’t it bother you?” she asked, tilting her head to the side after mimicking his action.

“Used to,” he admitted sheepishly, stirring his drink with the black plastic stir-stick, blending the hues into a vibrant orange.

“What changed?” she was hooked now, leaning forward into her hand - elbow on the counter - as she hung on every word.

“I figured that it’s not my problem that they’ve got some weird vendetta against sweet things,” he said with a shrug, feigning indifference despite the way his heart raced at her newfound proximity, “Not my fault that I like myself enough not to pretend to like the other things.”

Ryujin threw her head back and laughed, “I actually feel the same!” Her face still held the mirth of her outburst, in the form of a grin, as she explained, “My friends will always order shots when they wanna celebrate, but I hate the way tequila tastes. They tease me for opting out,” she took another drink, watching Felix carefully as he took in each word, “But I’d rather spend my money and time with something I enjoy.”

Felix’s heart lurched in his chest as she smiled at him, hope filling the deepest crevices of his mind as he finished off his drink, “I’m really glad you agree. You seem really nice,” he admitted, anxious enough that he may as well have confessed.

“So do you,” she agreed, still giving him a sweet smile.

“I hate to cut this short, but I only had time for one drink before heading out,” Felix spoke genuinely, feeling guilty for having such a joyful moment while you waited alone in the car.

“Aw, really?” Ryujin pouted, lower lip jutting out sending a jolt straight into Felix’s heart, “I was hoping to talk more! You’re different, I think.”

“If you’d like - it’s fine if not -“ he inserted the second bit as an assurance, doing his best to come off as the sweet man he truly was, “ - I could give you my number?”

Ryujin nodded quickly, pulling out her phone and handing it to Felix - who did an excellent job at containing the giant smile he could feel twitching at the corners of his lips as he handed it back to her.

“Felix, huh?” she murmured, meeting his eyes once more as she gave him a final smile, “I’m Ryujin.”

Felix, of course, knew this. But he grinned brightly in response, giving a sweet, “Pleasure to meet you,” before walking towards the exit - allowing his excitement to show the second the door closed behind him.

You’d just begun to consider catching a nap when a bouncing head of blonde illuminated under the neon caught your attention. Judging by the smile on the attached face, you found it easy to assume that it went well.

As Felix climbed into the driver’s seat of the truck, the expectant glimmer in his eyes made you ask him anyways.

“So, how was it?”

As soon as you’d asked, he lit up. Nearly wiggling in his seat as he spoke, he reminded you of an excited schoolgirl being asked to the prom.

He explained from start to finish, including how nervous he was to approach at all. When he told you about relating to her by choice of drink, you couldn’t help the swell of pride in your chest. He’d found his opening, without you guiding him.

“She seemed to really want me to stick around, y/n!” he beamed.

“You should offer classes, your advice really works!” he gushed.

“The execution was just as important, Felix,” you deadpanned, “I may be an okay teacher, but you’re a star pupil!”

“Really?” His eyes were on the road, but sparkling nonetheless as he received your praise.

“Really,” you affirmed, unable to contain your own grin at the sight of his contagious smile.

“I was so nervous,” he admitted, chewing on his lower lip, “I still kind of am. What if she doesn’t get back to me? And then she sees that I’m a bartender and feels awkward? And then she’ll think I’m a creep and then —“

“Felix,” you interrupted, cocking a brow as he simply continued, drumming his fingers anxiously on the center console.

“She’s gonna avoid the bar at all costs and, oh god, what if I messed up and ruined my chances? I knew I should’ve had you come in with me —“ the speed of his fingertips accelerated as he spiraled into his own doubt - though you could’ve felt annoyed, you instead found yourself wishing you could pull him from his mind.

“Felix!”

“I always end up having done something irritating when I think everything’s fine, she probably thinks I’m just weird and annoying and—“

“Lixie…” you placed your hand on top of his, ceasing the soft thumps alongside his ramblings. He gave a sideways glance towards you, panic evident despite the brevity of the eye contact, “You did just fine. You’re fine. Breathe.”

And he did. As felt his hand relax beneath yours, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. His long exhale did wonders for the worry you had for him.

It was difficult for you, seeing him upset. Unnatural, really, to watch someone so full of sunshine and love be shrouded in stormclouds.

Now content that he wouldn’t continue his self-depreciating tangent, you pulled your hand back - suddenly self-conscious at how easily it came for you to offer him such an intimate comfort after such a short time.

He was just so comfortable and easygoing, it came so naturally to ground him into reality however you could. Still, though, the awkwardness you helped Felix get away from seemed to take residence in your own mind.

“I’m sorry—“ you’d started, ready to try to explain why you’d even consider doing what you had.

“Thank you—“ he said at the same time, genuine gratitude thickening his tone with emotion.

“Thank you?” you peered at his profile, watching as the streetlights briefly illuminated his features before he faded back into the dark.

“Well, yeah,” he spoke as though it should be the most obvious reaction, “Sometimes my mind gets away from me, y’know?”

You hummed, understanding completely how it felt to be aware of your own contributions to your fears but completely helpless to stop it. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak again, still feeling uncomfortable with yourself despite his thanks.

The cab of the truck was peaceful, quiet but not disconcertingly so, with tire treads against concrete providing a stable white-noise that encouraged the wandering of your mind. Felix had said it was fine, even having seemed to be thankful for your affectionate touch, so why did your cheeks stay flushed with embarrassment? You huffed quietly, both irritated and resigned, before pressing the side of your head against the cool window in an attempt to fight off the lingering warmth in your cheeks.

Felix flicked on the radio, singing along softly - and an octave deeper - to the pop song that played, seemingly content to settle into the wordless drive with you. It didn’t feel unpleasant to share the quiet - rather than discomfort, the silence itself was tranquil. You quickly found your eyelids drooping as you listened to Felix’s voice, fighting with every fiber of your being to stay awake.

The warm glow of streetlights passing you by grew fuzzier, Felix's voice further away, and the flush of your cheeks all but disappeared as sleep crept it's way into your bones.

Jisung’s familiar grin brought a matching one to Felix’s features as the former exited your apartment building, spotting the truck easily and making a beeline towards it. Felix had noticed your lack of consciousness as he parked, the peaceful look on your face making him immediately feel guilty at the thought of rousing you from sleep.

He wasn’t sure that he’d ever seen you look so completely unbothered, each worry line of your face ceasing to exist while you slept. Your lips were slightly parted, typical frown nowhere to be seen as your steady, rhythmic breathing became audible only at the cut of the truck’s engine. He’d reached out to touch your shoulder, hoping to wake you but stopping short at the soft sigh of content you produced whilst curling further into yourself.

He absolutely could not be the one to interrupt that.

He’d shot a quick text to Jisung, having gotten his number from you after being too nervous to ask following the near-brawl of their meeting, snapping a photo of your sleeping frame to send along with a straightforward, ‘help.’

Luckily, Jisung had been waiting at the apartment for your return. He’d laughed upon seeing the text, staring at the photo of your sleeping face with a mixture of affection and humor. He supposed he should’ve warned Felix about the effect car-rides seemed to have on you - but, then again, he wouldn’t have this absolute gold-mine of teasing material now if he had.

Felix got out of the driver’s seat and met with him outside of your door, catching a glimpse of your peaceful face through the slightly-fogged glass bringing a sweet look into his eyes. He’d grown quite fond of you in your short time together. He’d almost begun to feel a sense of responsibility for you; for your safety, for your happiness - for you, in general.

Jisung greeted him warmly, giving one of those hugs that men seemed to think was somehow more macho than just embracing the other - with hands clasped in a prolonged high-five between them and a chaste pat on the back before releasing contact.

“She’s really out, huh?” he chuckled, peering past Felix to your sleeping face.

“Yeah,” Felix agreed, turning to look towards you as well, “I swear, she was awake one second –”

“And completely zonked the next?” Jisung laughed, reaching for the door. As he pulled it open, your body slumped towards the now-open space you’d once been resting your weight against.

“Shit!” Felix hissed, lurching forward as he watched gravity betray your body in slow-motion. The image his mind conjured of you colliding with the concrete made his chest ache, the mere concept of harm befalling you making him feel as though he could burst into tears.

Without taking the time to think, Felix ducked down, opening the arm closest to you as panic brought a bile to his throat. The fear kept his heart racing, even as your cheek made contact with his shoulder, though his sigh of relief would keep anyone from knowing. He stood slowly, raising you from what had to be an uncomfortable angle to your previously assumed position - save for your head, which now rested in the crook of his neck rather than against the window of his truck - and shot Jisung a half-serious glare.

“Fuck, that was stupid, huh?” he asked, a nervous laugh covering the actual shame he felt for almost busting your face. Felix didn’t justify that with a response, knowing - or, at least, hoping - that Han wouldn’t have purposefully done something to hurt you. That didn’t stop him from feeling just a tinge of anger towards him, though.

“No harm done,” Felix whispered, giving him a nod before turning back to your frame. The blonde was much stronger than he looked, linking his free arm under your leg to pull you completely from the cab. You stirred slightly, murmuring something completely unintelligible in a breathy, sleep filled tone as Felix kicked the door shut behind him.

“You got her?” Han asked, obviously surprised by the strength of the man before him. Felix gave him a nod before jerking his chin towards the door to the complex.

“Mhm, can you get the door?” Felix had wanted to say something snide, commenting on the irony of his concern after nearly introducing you to the pavement. Han gave a thumbs up before jogging back to the door - Felix in tow with you cradled in his arms, passing by him through the newly opened door.

Han squeezed past the two of you in the narrow entryway, climbing the steps with the occasional glance back to ensure Felix wasn’t experiencing a struggle with your dead-weighted sleeping figure. To his surprise, Felix seemed completely unbothered, climbing the steps with the speed of someone unencumbered by another person’s body.

They made it to your door in silence, save for your occasional nonsensical mumble. Han held the door open wide, stepping aside to allow Felix as much ease as possible to get you inside. The latter held your head closer, exercising extreme caution so as not to wake you up with a doorframe to the skull, side-stepping into the apartment with Han close behind.

“Where’s her room?” he aired his question with his hand still gently supporting the back of your head, looking up towards Han to notice which direction he pointed in, “Thanks.”

Your bed being unmade was a stroke of luck, giving Felix a much easier future of getting you tucked under the covers. He approached the side of the mattress, placing your legs down first before leaning down with you to prevent any sudden jolt pulling you from dreamland. With painstakingly careful movements, he slid his hand out from under your hair and went to pull away.

He was nearly completely removed from you when your fist clenched around the collar of his shirt, tightening with a desperation he hadn’t once seen from you. He turned to look at your face, wondering if you’d woken up and were upset that he’d entered your room without asking, only for you to still be unconscious. The furrow between your brows had returned, though - and your lips had pulled downwards into a frown, lower lip trembling slightly.

“What did I do..?” you mumbled, sleepiness weighing down what otherwise would’ve been a heart-wrenching whine. Felix tilted his head as he knelt at the edge of your bed, cautiously lifting a hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face. His mind raced as he wondered what was plaguing your dreams, chest aching as he realized that your peaceful rest was being plagued by worry.

“What?” he asked softly, just in case you were conscious enough to need a reply, “What could you have done wrong?” his words came out sweeter than candy, his eyes never once leaving your face - searching for any inkling of consciousness.

“I tried…” you whispered, head lolling to the side, “Tried my best…”

“I’m sure you did…” he assured, confusion evident in the upwards lilt of his voice. He moved his hand back from your face as he leaned down to pull off your shoes, only to be stopped by the grip you still held on his shirt.

“Sorry…not enough…I can be more…” these phrases trailed off into silence, leaving more questions than answers in their wake as your grip relaxed on his collar, leading him to hope the worst was over. He felt his heart break a little at the sight of your mournful expression, breaths coming quicker as your head thrashed in the opposite direction.

“You’re more than enough, y/n,” his voice was thick as he fought tears of his own, wondering who or what had ever made you feel the need to apologize for feeling less than what you were, “I promise.”

He moved away for a moment to finally remove your shoes, setting them on the floor next to the bed before pulling the comforter over your shoulders. He placed his hand on your covered back and, feeling your muscles relax under the well-intentioned touch, began to rub small circles between your shoulderblades. Your breathing slowed, the affectionate motion driving away the negative thoughts your subconscious had dragged into your dreams, bringing Felix a wave of relief.

As soon as he was content that you were no longer in distress, his hand fell back to his side. He stood, grabbing your shoes to place by the entrance as he made his way to the hallway - pausing in the doorframe to send you one last glassy-eyed glance.

“You really are, y’know,” he spoke softly, watching the rise and fall of your breathing from beneath the blankets, “More than enough.”

With that, he pulled your door shut behind him and said his goodbyes to Jisung. It wasn’t until he was back in his truck that he allowed his emotions to swell. A single tear fell from his eye as he recalled the pain in your eyes whilst you apologized to an unseen force.

That moment fully cemented his already firm intentions; however it had gone from a bet to a personal mission.

Love wasn’t dead, despite whatever had happened that made you believe so.

Love wasn’t dead, despite the anguish in your unconscious ramblings.

Love wasn’t dead, and he desperately - for your sake now, rather than his own - needed to prove you wrong.

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Lover Like Me pt 3 | Feysand

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It's Sunday, it's update day x

A few weeks later, Rhys and the gang organise a beach day.

It’s been surprisingly easy to settle in here, but that might be because Rhys pops round every other day and makes sure I’m alright. I would have thought I’d hate that, after the way Tamlin used to hover. But it’s not like that. Tamlin would comment on the way I dressed, or what I ate, or whether I was keeping the place clean. Rhys just wants to feed me tea and biscuits.

He has a ridiculous sweet tooth, and always has different biscuits. Loves biscuits. Chocolate, cream filled, iced, you name it. He’s like a middle-aged lady stuffed into the body of a young Greek god, and so even though he’s covered in tattoos, he’s quickly established as the least threatening person I know. I don't know how he brews it differently to the way anyone else does, but I find that his cups of tea warm my insides so well that they stay warm long after the mugs are empty and for a while after he leaves.

I think he feels a little protective of me because of his history with Tamlin. I haven’t probed, but every time his name comes up, the corners of Rhys’s mouth turn down. Mor tells me they’ve had it out for each other since childhood, and I’m not sure I want to open that decades-deep can of worms. And besides, I know Tamlin. It’s not a stretch of the imagination to guess at why someone might not like him.

We pile into Cassian’s pick up truck, Azriel in the front seat and me wedged in the back between Rhys and Mor. I hadn’t wanted to come at first, the group in full force can still be a little overwhelming, but Mor said it was exhausting being one of the boys and that if I came she’d get to be a girl. I didn’t quite follow that logic, but Rhys said he’d buy me fish and chips and honestly, I’ve always been motivated by free food.

After an hour’s drive, of Cassian singing along loudly and badly to the radio, we get out of the car and everyone starts immediately pulling their clothes off. I’m not quite prepared for this, and not for the first time I’m slightly scandalised by the raw confidence that steams off these people. In fairness to them, maybe I’d be like that if I looked like them. Mor is in a one-piece swimsuit, which sounds innocent except that nothing is ever innocent on Mor. It’s red, and if it wasn’t already low-cut it’s got a zipper down the front which is currently pulled only half way up. She looks like she’s about to step onto Bay Watch.

Azriel and Cassian are in wetsuits, but the shirt halves are peeled down to the waist and hanging low about their hips. Rhys is in shorts and has just discarded his t-shirt. I decide to keep my loose shirt-dress on until we hit the sand.

It’s early in the Summer and the sun is out but the water is freezing. Azriel and Cassian disappear beyond the waves with surfboards pretty quickly, Mor has struck up a conversation with a nearby volley-ball team, and Rhys is sitting on a towel next to me applying sunscreen. I watch Mor start to toss the ball, and am jealous of how easily she makes friends.

“The sun is the worst thing for tattoos,” he tells me. I notice that he’s paying much more attention to his ink than his face or anything, and wonder if his dark skin means he doesn’t burn easily. I wriggle out of my dress and start applying the lotion everywhere, since I do not have the luxury of differentiating between tattoo-sensitive skin and white-girl-sensitive skin.

“Hey, would you do my back?”

I look up and Rhys is already turning his broad shoulders to me. He’s got dark, curving tattoos down his scapulae, like wings.

“Sure.” I force my casualness into my voice, but I suddenly realise that although he’s around my place all the time, he rarely initiates physical contact. The last time he touched me was when he was applying salve to my arm, but since then he’s kept his distance.

I squirt a good-sized amount of lotion into my palm and then start rubbing him down. It is impossible not to notice the bulk of his muscle under my hands, and I blush a little before remembering he can’t see me. I try to stay professional, giving good SPF coverage, going back for a second squirt after underestimating the size of him, and wonder if Rhys knows his tattoo well enough to know if my fingers slip beyond the borders of the ink. I tell myself I can’t help it, I’m an artist and I like beautiful things. I tear my hands away. “All done,” I say, perhaps a little too brightly.

“Thanks.” Rhys turns. “Now you.”

I hand the tube back to him and spin obediently. He lifts the length of my hair over my shoulder, before I hear the squelch of lotion, and then he touches me.

Rhys’s hands are enormous. I can feel him all the way across the span of my shoulders, and when he squeezes a little it’s everywhere. His touch is slightly rough where his hands are calloused, and warmer than the sun. Incongrouously, an involuntary shiver runs through me and I hope Rhys doesn't notice.

It’s over and soon as it’s started.

“Thank you,” I tell him. Rhys just winks at me, and then walks down to the water. “You know if you don’t wait a while you’re just washing it all off,” I call after him. He doesn’t stop though.

I lie back on my towel and fish my book out of my bag. For the next little while, time loses meaning.

At a guess it’s about an hour and a half later that the group returns. I’ve stayed with everyone’s bags and towels, and I don’t know how they coordinated to come back together but my attention is snagged when when a shadow falls over my page and I look up and there they all are. Mor is slightly sweaty from her game, but somehow instead of gross she’s just flushed and glowing. She’s pulled her blonde hair back into a pony tail and is talking to Azriel. Cassian and Rhys have come up on the other side. Rhys is dripping on me a little. His hair is slicked back, apart from a rogue curl at the front, and I catch one glimpse of the way his wet shorts are clinging to him before I pointedly return to my book. Cassian sits down next to me.

“Have you been in the water yet, Feyre?” he asks me. “Come for a surf. You can take Az’s board, he’s going to look for some food.”

“I don’t know how,” I tell him, closing my book before it gets soaked.

“Well that’s no problem, I can teach you.”

“Isn’t it freezing?”

“It’s not too bad if you’re in a wetsuit. You can wear Rhys’s, it’s in the car.”

“It’ll be huge on me,” I argue.

“It’ll do fine for now.”

“I’m extraordinarily uncoordinated.”

“You can swim, can’t you?”

“Yeah I can swim…”

“Well then let’s go!”

I run out of arguments. Saying no to Cassian is like saying no to a golden retriever, and I can’t quite manage it.

“Okay?” I give him a weird grimace and I guess the pleased look on his face is worth it.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” Rhys says.

“I… no I want to try.”

“Yeah Rhys she wants to try,” Cassian says. He puts his arm around my shoulders and frowns at Rhys as he leads me away.

“Look after her,” Rhys just says mildly.

“Of course I’m gonna look after her.” Cassian's annoyance grows. His eyebrows go up when he turns back to me. “I’m gonna look after you,” he reassures me.

So I let him put me into Rhys’s oversized suit, talk me through the motions on the sand and then tow me out into the ocean.

I’m not convinced my efforts are worth recounting, seeing as it involved a lot of me getting dumped and struggling to remember which way is up. I scramble onto the board, get knocked off by a wave with a right hook, drown for a minute, and then emerge above the fray to the sounds of Cassian’s whooped encouragements. I repeat this process so many times my throat is raw and burning with salt, and my eyes are stinging and puffy. I’m bruised from bumping the board wrong, attached as it is to my ankle. I croak my defeat to Cassian after what feels like an hour, and he helps guide me back to shore, where I struggle back to the group like a wet cat and land in a heap on my towel.

“So surfing, probably not for me,” I rasp.

“What are you talking about, you did great!” Cassian says. I squint up at his face and am not sure whether to be surprised that he is being completely genuine. “First day, baby,” he says. “It can only get better from here.”

“Yeah Cassian was shit his first day, don’t worry about it,” Mor says.

“Still is shit,” Azriel adds. He gives me his towel to wrap around my shoulders, since I am sitting on mine. Mor hands me a bottle of water, and it tastes strangely sweet on my sea-savaged lips.

And despite myself I laugh and agree to try again, because although I am exhausted and bedraggled and sore, I do feel like I accomplished something, and I feel a little more at ease with these guys than I did before.

Rhys arrives then, with the promised fish and chips and I realise I’m starving. The steaming hot, battered fish is everything I need, and I am content with filling my stomach while Cassian regales Rhys with the tales of my valiant attempt. He acts all impressed and gives me the rest of his chips.

“Oh I ran into Cress and Tarquin,” Rhys says, while helping me out of his wetsuit. The words don’t mean anything to me, but the others all react positively. “They said they’ll be around our area next week so might try to organise something.”

“Sounds good, I haven’t seen those guys in forever,” Cassian says.

“Beach people,” Mor shrugs, looking toward me. “Pretty but boring.”

“Helion’s coming down too,” Rhys tells her. She immediately lights up.

“Oh then I’ll be there!”

“She and Helion used to have a thing,” Azriel fills me in. Mor sighs fondly.

“The last dude I ever banged,” she sighs. “He’s almost as good in bed as a woman.”

“Hey,” Cassian pouts. Mor ignores him and closes one eye at Rhys.

“Didn’t you go out with Helion at some stage?” she asks him.

“No, he dated Cress,” Azriel says. Rhys just clears his throat and starts packing things up.

“Okay time to go everyone,” he says, dodging the question. Mor rolls her eyes and loops her arm through mine, telling me how they had met the group when they had come up stay at the beach after high school graduation. From what I gather, unsupervised teenage shenanigans ensued.

Later, we are back in the car and this time Rhys is driving. Azriel went off to visit a girl in town and did not return home with us, Cassian and Mor are snoozing in the back seat, and I am sitting in the passenger side in my swimsuit, with my towel folded under me and Rhys’s sweater over the top. I feel like maybe I should be embarrassed that my bikini top is making two wet patches in the front of his shirt, but I’m too tired to worry about it. I just lean back in my seat, with my legs folded under me and my dark glasses cutting the glare of the setting sun, and peek at Rhys in profile.

He’s driving with one hand on the wheel and the other resting on his open window. His hair is drying in the wind, the salt curling the ends, and his violet eyes are warm in the orange light. He glances at me, and winks when he catches me staring, before turning back to the road.

I drag my gaze away too, and watch the trees blur beside me. I wonder how I ended up here, how I came so far from where I was a month ago, and how I got so lucky as to find these people.

And I make myself a promise that I’m not going to screw up these friendships. Not with Mor and not with Cassian, not with Azriel and I’m not sure if Azriel’s my friend yet but I decide that he will be. And especially not with Rhys, because I’m pretty sure he’s saved me in more ways than he knows.

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I feel the need to put out a warning that this is a thing i plan to start fluffy and turn dark and i dont want to be misleading (but also i'm fairly sure y'all are a bunch of kinky shits soooo should be fine right) Also idk what the fuck is happening with this taglist but some of them dont work and the editor is making it extremely difficult for some reason so I'm very sorry for that. Also also if you don't want to be on the taglist just let me know, it's been about a year since some of you have been on here and I haven't checked in!

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TAGLIST: @ghostlyrose2 @highladysith @stardelia @feysand-loml @tillyrubes10 @ratabrasileira @live-the-fangirl-life @maybekindasortaace @annejulianneh111 @thebonecarver @rowaelinismyotp @loosingdreams @pitrsattabhaadmeinjao @achernarlight @swankii-art-teacher @sjmships @courtofjurdan @teddytdr @positivewitch @thalia-2-rose @darling-archeron @rapunzel1523 @fairchildjace @hopefulacademia @story-scribbler @fandomstalker27 @realbookloverproblems @dealfea @s-tormwitch @cretaceous-therapod @whenyadoesntcutit @scatterbrainedgirl @whoever-you-choose-to-love @endlessdaydream @themoonthestarsthesuriel @rarephloxes @timesconvert

#feysand #feysand fic #acotar #rhys x feyre

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ryanandshanearemydads · 11 months

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Here- Embry Call fanfic

I'm trying to figure out where this is going, so this is where I'm at. Please give me some advice

"What's going on with you?" This is the first text I see from embry. When I get into the house, laying on my bed, I shove my face into my pillow, sighing. It was a bad idea to do it, but honestly, it felt good. Rolling over, I grab my phone to respond:

"He brought it, and we thought it would be a good idea to do it at the beach. It felt amazing; it helped get rid of test anxiety." I type out before hitting send. Knowing him, he will at least get upset at the fact "he made me do it." If I didn't want to do it, then I wouldn't think of it, and it's simple. Im probably getting upset mainly because embry doesn't trust me and thinks I'm incapable of taking care of myself. Shoving the thought aside, I take my time getting ready since I no longer have tests. Walking up to my laptop, I look through my emails and look at colleges in Washington. Looking at Seattle University, I scheduled a tour; my grades have been good, so it would be pretty easy for me to get scholarships. As well as the fact I'm living with my single dad.

picking up my phone from the bed, I open my messages from Christian,

-Morning, my love; going to work today but will text you on my breaks

smiling, I reply, "Morning, baby; when are you off next? I'm planning to visit a college in Seattle and want you to come." Hit send; I look around my room. The clothes I had washed are now sitting in a basket waiting for me to put them away, and the floor is dirt from not being mopped well enough. Tossing my phone back into the bed, I grab my basket folding every piece I pick up until I reach the end, shoving each part into its respective place. Stepping down the stairs, Bella comes in with papers looking up at me, "Looks like we're graduating together in two weeks." She says, making me smile widely, taking the form from her and going upstairs. Putting on my shoes, I make my way back down the stairs, taking the keys from the table to rub them in the pack's faces while some still have to be in school.

Getting to Emily's, I shut the truck door, making my way to the house with the paper still in hand. I did not bother to knock, knowing no one did, when they came in, looking at the table where Jared, Jake, and Seth sat, looking at me crazy. "Fuck you bitches; I'm graduating." I declare while shoving it in Jake's face, who rolls his eyes and takes it from me.

"What's going on?" I hear Sam ask from behind me. Looking over my shoulder, I see embry following behind him.

"Im officially graduating early," I reply with a grin before embry latches his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug.

"So you have an idea what you will do next?" Sam asks when we pull apart

"Kind of," I pause while leaning against Jake now, "I plan to visit a college in Seattle with Christian soon. Hopefully, they will give me scholarships with my grades and having a single parent." I explain, causing everyone to look up, slowly realizing I brought Christian up and leaving Forks. "My fault," I say, wincing when embry trembles slightly. Feeling a vibration in my pocket, I pull out my phone to see a text from Christian, perfect timing. Reading it, he's asking if I will officially graduate with Bella and if he could do it this Saturday.

'Yeah, I'm officially graduating, so you must wear a suit and have the whole day off.' I quickly reply before looking at the group again, who seems to be back into their conversations except for embry, who I guess left while I was texting. "I got to head out; ill see you guys at my graduation, right?" I question everyone currently in the room, earning nods.

"I'll see you guys later," I state while hugging Seth's head to me since he was the closest, and I know he doesn't have a problem with me hugging him.

The rest of the night, I spent on the phone with Christian, cleaning my room, and spending the next two days with Christian, going to the rez to hang out with the pack while they played soccer, and figuring out what I wanted to do with myself. Thankfully, today's Saturday means I get to go on the college tour with my love. Putting on a hoodie Christian gave me, I grabbed the bag he bought on our first date. Instead of taking the truck, I go in his car since it is more comfortable.

I'm not writing it because I'm lazy and don't want to. I would if I had energy-

"You thinking about a major?" I hear Christian question, still focusing on the road before us.

"I am thinking astronomy for now," I reply, leaning my head against the side, slightly tired from walking all day. I suddenly felt a warm hand on my thigh, putting mine over his, barely holding it, letting myself drift in and out of sleep.

Suddenly Christian is forced to make a hard stop, my eyes shooting, seeing us fishtailing into some guy in the middle of the road...fuck, this isn't a human.

A/N, lemme know if you want me to keep Christian or if you like where it's going so far. This is on wattpad

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #embry call #jacob black #bella swan #twilight werewolves #twilight saga #the twilight saga #edward cullen

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Top 10 times a kid’s cartoon made me cry!

(spoilers for The Owl House, Adventure Time, Amphibia, Gravity Falls and She-Ra)

10. Luz Leaving Camilla Again (The Owl House, Yesterday’s Tide)

This one’s number ten for a few reasons. Number one, I was quite annoyed at how Camilla reacted to Luz’s choice to stay in the Demon Realm. It wasn’t like she chose it over staying with Camilla - she chose it over going to some weird-ass conversion camp. But also (and this might just be me being a jerk) there wasn’t anything physically stopping Luz from going back to the DR after finding her way back to the Human Realm, just a promise that can be persuaded away. The main reason this was sad was that she was being pulled away from her mum again, and that Camilla blamed herself.

9. Queen Angella’s Sacrifice (She Ra and the Princesses of Power, The Portal)

Angella’s character development kind of hit me like a truck, because until this scene I didn’t realize she needed character development. I feel like she’s an underrated character. In this scene, you can totally see that she views Adora (and Bow) as her own child, especially since Adora’s an orphan. You can hear the pain in her voice as she voices her past mistakes. Also, this is especially sad since she must have thought “ah well, at least I’ll see Entrapta and Micah again”

8. Tuba’s Funeral (Infinity Train, The Campfire Car)

Tuba’s actual death didn’t really affect me because I was so certain she would just come back. But this funeral killed me. Grace had come so far, crying over a “null’s” life and making sure Hazel felt safe, protected and calm. And the way Hazel trusts Grace even though her best friend killed Grace’s mother. The scene was so well written and acted.

7. Marceline and Simon’s Past Revealed (Adventure Time, I Remember You)

I think the worst thing about this scene is the fact that Marceline has had to carry these memories with her for centuries and centuries. Every time Finn and Jake complained about the Ice King, every time he turned up at her doorstep asking for lyric help, every time Bonnie got kidnapped, Marceline had to look at her father figure and see a monster. And the fact that Simon had no memory of her or their past? Wow. That hurt. And the final blow - that Simon got Marceline Hambo - just destroyed me.

6. Finn Says Goodbye To Minerva (Adventure Time, The Light Cloud)

The main thing about this one is that they could have had more time. If the ship had been slower, if the headset had a bigger range, if, if, if. I was OK until Minerva started to give the advice she wished she’d been giving for fifteen years. When she said “Watch out when eating blueberries. Too many can hurt your tummy.” it hit me with just how much she regretted. Regretted getting into a life that would lead to Finn having to flee the island. Regretted not coming to find him sooner. It just really hurt.

5. Come Along With Me Plays For The Last Time (Adventure Time, Come Along With Me)

Honestly, this hurt me for one main reason - it was the last. The last time we’d see Finn and Jake, the last time we’d see how our characters grew, the last time we’d hear those beginning drums to Come Along With Me. I actually fell off my chair when I realized that’s what Music Hole would sing, and I cried so much.

This post is honestly just an Adventure Time Appreciation Post at this point.

4. Stan Sacrifices Himself (Gravity Falls, Weirdmageddon Part 3)

Honestly, the only reason this isn’t higher is because I knew, deep down, that Stan wouldn’t die. He was too much of a main character to die, but watching him willingly lay down his life for people he felt had more worth than him really hurt. He was ready to kill himself to save the people he loved, even though he’d started off the series “incapable of love if it isn’t monetary-wise” (his words).

3. Luz And King’s Sacrifice (The Owl House, King’s Tide)

The desperation in Luz’s face as she puts her life on the line for her loved ones. The fear in Amity’s face as she begs her girlfriend to save herself. The break in King’s voice as he thanks Luz for being the big sister he never had. It was so raw and realistic and painful. And I think it’s really symbolic, that King - who used to literally see himself as monarchy - did everything in his power to save one of the only people who actually believed in him. This was one of the most heart-wrenching finales I’ve ever watched and it’s not even over yet.

2. Anne Says Goodbye To Sprig - Permanently (Amphibia, The Hardest Thing)

I genuinely never expected them to leave and never come back - and I don’t think anyone else did, either. Anne, Sasha and Marcy had come so far since they arrived in Amphibia and grown so much, and this scene just showed that. Sasha’s and Marcy’s goodbyes shoved me to a cliff and that one-shot of Anne and Sprig put me in a catapult and launched me off the edge.I just - it hurt, alright? It hurt.

1. Mara’s Story (She Ra and the Princesses Of Power, couldn’t find the episode)

IF YOU HAVE WATCHED SHE RA YOU KNOW WHAT I AM FEELING. I don’t know why I’m putting this in first, but I am and I have no regrets. We were made to dislike Mara, to be annoyed at how much she put on Adora’s shoulders, but really she was just like Adora - a scared girl with a biiiiiiiiig responsibility. The worst part? Razz’s confusion. “We were going to make pies together. She promised”. The trope of one-person-dies-and-the-other-doesn’t-understand is such gold and gets me every time. And Mara’s relationship with Light Hope? *inhales*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAa

I had to watch all these scenes to get the screenshots, so I’m not feeling too good right now. Weep for me, weep like I have wept for these pixels. I am not ok.

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MavDad: Set Backs

A/N: Here's the next installment of MavDad! Thank you to everyone for reading and your support. As always please leave ideas for future chapters in the comments! 💜

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Also on Ao3!

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Mav sat hunched over on the couch, his head in his hands. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, but he couldn’t force himself to get up. His mind kept torturing him with Bradley’s face, anguish and heartbreak written across every feature.

He thought back to how this all began, to the promise he made to Carole.

“Don’t let my baby die like his father.” she had said to him. How could he argue with that? Could he risk losing another member of his self-made family?

He took a deep, shaking breath, fighting off the tears burning to be released from his eyes. He needed to call someone.

The only person he wanted to talk to was Bradley, but he knew that his call would go unanswered. As Mav tried to get up off the couch another wave of emotions hit him and he no longer had the strength to stand. He collapsed to the couch again, this time staring at the picture of him and Brad that sat on the living room table, his mind rapidly spiraling through memories that had led him here.

***

Mav almost regretted the first time he had taken Brad flying at Charlie’s, it would have made keeping Carole’s promise easier.

“Do you think I could be a pilot too? Like you?” Brad asked quietly.

Mav knew that the unasked part of that question was also: Like dad?. Why did he even keep this promise to Carole? It's not like she was here any longer to make sure he carried it out. How could he stand in Bradley’s way as he tried to be like his dad? Mav knew the feeling Bradley had well, the need to be closer to his father was only satisfied when in the air. How could Mav take that from him?

***

Ice was right about this, no matter how compelled Mav had felt keeping Carole’s promise, this had taken everything from him. Mav thought back to the conversation they had the morning of Bradley’s graduation.

Mav was standing at the kitchen counter speaking quietly into the phone, “I know that it’s difficult Ice but I need your help with this.”

“Mav, do you understand what you’re asking me to do? I thought you would be proud of him for wanting to follow in yours and Goose’s footsteps,” Ice said.

It was silent for a minute before Mav continued, “He’s not ready for this.”

“Are any of us ever really ready?” Ice shot back, “Do you understand what this might cost you?”

“It might cost me everything,” Mav snapped back quickly.

He heard Ice sigh heavily, “Is that a price you are willing to pay to keep a promise to someone who isn’t here anymore?”

Mav couldn’t answer that, he honestly didn’t think he wanted to know the answer to that question or it might break his resolve.

***

The truth of the matter was that Mav didn’t have the connections to pull Bradley’s application to the academy, but Ice did. He was an Admiral now, and had attended the USNA himself. Ice had a reputation of excellence and Mav knew that he could intervene on Mav’s behalf.

Last week Ice called him with the news.

“This is your last chance to turn back Mav,” Ice said with a slight pause before adding, “Your boy might look like his father, but he has your temper, he won’t forgive you for this.”

Mav hesitated before giving his answer, “I know. Do it before I give myself time to change my mind.”

“Don’t say that I didn’t warn you Mav,” Ice said before the line went dead.

A few minutes later he got a text back. Ice simply said, “Its done.”.

***

The morning had started out nice enough. Mav had made breakfast before him and Brad headed out to the garage to work on the Bronco, it just needed a quick oil change. As they were finishing the truck, Brad’s phone rang.

Brad looked at him, excitement written on his face, and Mav’s heart dropped into his stomach, “Well, pick it up,” Mav said, trying to smile.

Brad answered the phone and walked out of the garage, pacing the driveway as they told him what Mav already knew. He could hear snippets of the conversation and it made him feel sick, he shouldn’t have gone through with this.

“Good morning, sir,” Brad said, excitedly. Mav heard a long pause before, “I’m sorry, what do you mean there was a problem with my application?”

“Why would there be a hold on it?” Brad asked, turning to look at Mav with desperate eyes, “Who put the hold on it?” he asked in a hard voice.

Mav turned his back on Brad and walked into the garage, shame making his face flame with color, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to hide the guilt in his eyes. He was going to have to deal with the consequences of this on his own, he would not bring up Carole, Bradley would only resent her as well as him.

“I understand. Thank you, sir,” Bradley said before he hung up, throwing his phone against the side of the house as a shuddering breath escaped him.

“Did you know about this?” he shouted, as he made his way back into the garage.

Mav turned to look at him, and he could see the moment that Brad knew. Before he could say a word Bradley was in his face, “Why? Why would you do that?” he said in a harsh whisper, his throat constricting with the angry tears Mav could see him trying to hold back.

Mav stuttered, he couldn’t give Bradley the truth, but he had never been good at lying, “I…you aren’t ready…” he finished lamely, “I have to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” Brad shouted, “And who are you to decide if I am ready? You aren’t my parents!”

He had seen the regret pass over Brad’s face for half a second after he had said that before it was replaced with anger again. Mav’s heart sank even further in his gut and tears clouded his vision. He knew that Brad was going to push him out of his life, but he didn’t realize how much it was going to hurt.

Mav hesitated before giving Bradley a bit of the truth, his voice raw emotion, “I have to protect you, I can’t lose another Bradshaw.”

Bradley’s face shifted from anger to sadness, “Well you’re going to lose me anyway. I can’t…” his voice broke, “How could you? You know this is what I have wanted to do since you took me up in that plane.”

Mav nodded, tears streaming down his face now, “I would rather you be alive and hate me, than risk you dying.”

Brad’s resolve broke, the tears he had been holding back began to stream down his face, “I will find a way into the Navy, with or without your support.”

Mav moved forward, trying to grab for Bradley’s arm, “Bra-”

“Tell Iceman that he is dead to me,” Brad said, cutting him off and ripping his arm out of Mav’s grip. He made his way to the Bronco, before turning to look back at Mav, “He picked his side.”

Before Mav could move any closer to the truck, Brad fired it up and tore out of the garage.

***

Mav’s eyes opened slowly, the living room was dark and his back was stiff. He wasn’t sure how long he had been laying on the floor but it must have been several hours since Bradley had left. He struggled to his feet and made his way to the garage, the Bronco was still gone. Mav moved back through the house and went to Brad’s room. Throwing the door open he found the room in the same state it was always in.

He breathed a sigh of relief, maybe there was a chance that Brad would forgive him. If Brad hadn’t returned yet, there were only a few places that Mav could think he would have gone. The first on the list was Kate’s house. Taking a seat on Brad’s bed, he pulled out his phone and dialed Kate’s number.

She picked up after a few rings, “Hello?”

“Kate, is Bradley with you?” he asked, desperately. All he heard was silence, “I know I fucked up but I’m worried about him.”

“Mav what were you thinking?” He heard her sigh, “I know where he is, but if I tell you, you have to promise to give him time.”

“I just need to know he is safe,” he said.

“He went to visit his parents’ grave,” she said quietly, “Maverick, I don’t know if you can fix this but I hope you try.”

Mav let out a quiet, “I will,” before he hung up the phone.

He dialed Ice’s number, contemplating if he should call or not. He hit the call button before he could overthink it, his need to know if Bradley was okay was greater than whatever time it was.

“Mav,” Ice said groggily, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” Mav said, “Listen Ice, I need a favor.”

“What’s wrong?” Ice asked quickly, picking up the worry in Mav’s voice.

“Its Bradley, when he found out what we did today, he took off. I was waiting for him to come home but he hasn’t come back yet. Can you drive over to the cemetery and see if he is there?” Mav said quickly.

Ice sighed, “I’m assuming it didn’t go well.”

“No…” Mav said quietly, “I don’t know if he will ever forgive me.”

“I’m on my way to the cemetery now,” Ice said before Mav heard the line go dead.

Twenty minutes later Mav’s phone rang, “He’s here Mav. I think he fell asleep against their gravestone. Do you want me to wake him?”

“Yeah,” Mav said, voice low, quickly adding, “Ice, he didn’t have very good things to say earlier, about either of us.”

“I understand, I’ll make sure he is okay to get home,” Ice said, Mav heard the shuffle of fabric as Ice slipped the phone in his pocket and made his way to Bradley’s sleeping form. He could hear their conversation muffled by the fabric of Ice’s pants pocket.

“Bradley?” Ice called.

There was some shuffling before, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Mav called me. He was worried when you didn’t come home,” Ice said calmly.

“I don’t know if I should even call that place home anymore,” Brad said slowly, “Not after the shit that Mav pulled, and you, helping him. Why did you do it?”

“He’s my friend Bradley,” Ice replied coolly, “He loves you and wants to protect you from the same fate as your father. How could I say no?”

Brad laughed humorlessly, “Its simple, you just say, no.”

Ice let out a deep breath, “There are things you don’t understand now, but you will one day. Do you need a place to stay?”

“No,” Brad said before Mav heard the Bronco start up.

Mav heard shuffling as Ice removed the phone from his pocket, “He is headed somewhere Mav. Hopefully home.”

“Thanks Ice, I owe you one,” Mav said, his voice filled with sadness.

“Don’t worry about it Mav. Just let me know when he shows up at home.”

“I will,” Mav said before ending the call.

He sat on Bradley’s bed a moment longer, he knew that things were going to change for the worse and he didn’t know if he was ready to accept that so easily. Eventually he slowly made his way back downstairs, all he could do now was wait for Bradley to come home.

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As Mav sat on the couch, waiting for Bradley, he watched the dark sky light up with dawn, he couldn’t help but think about how much he missed Goose and Carole. They wouldn’t have messed up their relationship with their son this badly.

Mav grew more worried with each passing hour, it was now almost 5AM and Bradley wasn’t home yet. Just as Mav was pulling his phone out to call Ice, again, he heard the Bronco’s familiar rumble outside.

Relief washed through him and he quickly decided that he would let Bradley control their situation. Mav wasn’t sure what was going through his head besides anger and heartache but he didn’t want to make things worse by forcing him into a conversation they weren’t ready to have.

Mav stayed on the couch, wanting to give Brad physical and emotional space. He watched Brad come in the door from the garage and look around, when his eyes settled on Mav, they hardened.

“Bradley,” Mav said in greeting.

“Maverick,” Brad said in return, his voice cold, before swiftly making his way across the space to the stairs.

As Brad got to the stairs Mav followed, “Bradley, if I could take it back I would.”

Brad stopped, without turning around to look at Mav he said, “Yeah, well you can’t, and now I have to live with the consequences of that.”

Mav watched him jog up the stairs, a few seconds later he heard Brad’s door slam closed.

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They lived together in tense silence for the weeks that followed. One afternoon, as Mav was coming home he saw Bradley carrying a duffle bag and two boxes out to the Bronco.

“What’s going on?” he asked as he climbed off his bike, the first words they had spoken to each other in weeks.

“I’m going to OCS,” Brad said shortly.

Mav sighed, he had been rejected to the Naval Academy and attended OCS instead, it was still a pathway into the Navy, it just set you back a few years.

“Just…be safe…please…,” Mav said as he stood somewhat awkwardly behind him. Their relationship was tattered, but he still loved Bradley like he was his own child.

Brad paused for a moment, he turned to look at Mav, while he was still angry with him for what he did, that didn’t mean Bradley stopped loving him, “I will.”

Bradley climbed into the Bronco. He glanced out the window, taking one last look at the house he grew up in before he started the engine and drove away.

Mav stood in the driveway for a while after Bradley left, as he watched the Bronco disappear down their street, a single tear made its way down his cheek. He didn’t know when Brad would forgive him or even when he would hear from or see him again, but he would hold onto hope for their future, that's all he could do.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #carole bradshaw #goose bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw

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honestly thinking about how funny this all is. Patrick's out here having holes actively shot in every part of his dialogue by Jackles and co every single day. He's running around, like STOP BLOWING HOLES IN MY SHIP trying to patch the hull while water's spraying in everywhere and hitting him in the face.

He's sitting here glubbing down trying to find a way to not look like he has a child's understanding of licensing or copyright, he's wiped out on every single declaration he's made about this prequel so far. everything he says is the daily rooster crow of absolute horse shit that's going to come around and smack him later. And he does it every day. Like an annoying cock.

meanwhile his own few followers are starting to be like HMMM? DUDE? THIS IS ALL KINDA SUSS?

And he's like yelling it's fine while slapping more duct tape on the hull and asking for help to bail out the boat.

Like even they're like "Wait, so two days before Jensen came in on the green and blue fuck jared padalecki and his fans parade, and a few days before Jensen/WB shut down use of the Winchesters name, Min made a public, bold faced warning that Jensen wasn't who we thought he was and the future was near???? HMMM. GOTTA SAY I'M KINDA UNCOMFORTABLE HERE. PATRICK, TELL ME SOMETHING I WANT TO HEAR"

And so it goes on a loop again and again and again. Like he's literally on the bottom end of a dump truck shoveling off a constant flow of manure dumping on his head at this point and he's still trying to crawl up this insurmountable wall of shit.

Whether you want to console yourselves it's Jensen or WB at this point, they don't want you.

Catch a clue.

They don't want you.

Go away.

Jensen could have franchised it as Supernatural: The Winchesters and not run into this issue at all. He fucking chose not to. Because he wants to keep his rights on his parts in his studio, and there's nobody upstairs left after the Zaslav-Roth cull to even argue with him on what to do with his character, WB licensing be damned.

Catch a clue.

Remember how you said the WB wanted hellers gone? Now it's your turn. The forced conversion of a property for you crushed out its ending value to a third of what it should have been. They're trying the other team now.

They don't want you.

Catch a clue.

Go away.

For all acting respects and purposes within the Supernatural universe, Jensen now *is* the WB. And that's why WB finally gives a fuck about it. Him, and Roth, are why Winchesters has a large enough budget to afford things like extended filming and reshoots, which the original never had.

The seniors at WBD are gone and replaced. Whatever boogeymen you had in your head at the time are different people, all new to the position. Roth is advising Zaslav and is the one behind everything Jensen's been DOING for the last few years. There's literally nobody to fucking argue with Jensen anymore and it's pure fucking desperate, open hope for corporate censorship of queer content to hope they can, so like, honestly, just say the quiet parts out loud guys.

In the meantime, just like I said, the whitewashed media coverage talking about the senior conversation missed the african american market in their maturing more into 25-49 demo realistically with their mixed bag. In the last 6-9 months, CW's administration has changed with roles like the head of DEI, and the head of television broadcast, being replaced by black, and queer or queer-friendly people, for example.

#apollo's curveballs

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The Bondage (SMUT) (Shang Chi x Reader)

Storyline: It’s your one year anniversary with your boyfriend and Shaun decides to go all out because you are the queen of his world.

(This timeline takes place a few years before the ten rings and his father finding him in San Francisco etc. I just thought it would be different to use his other name for once)

Side Note: there's a imessage sequence I put in here, I tried editing it as Shang Chi sending the reader a picture in imessage but it wasn't working so I had to upload the picture separately from the imessage conversation ugh...

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED - BONDAGE, DADDY KINK, SEXUAL LANGUAGE, UNPROTECTED SEX, MILD PROFANITY,

Please excuse any misspelled words or grammar I tried to proof read before posting this but I didn't give a fuck about rereading at some point because I was up late writing this and really wanted this posted LOL

Characters: Shaun x reader

Today was your anniversary with Shaun and you barely could stand still throughout your shift at work. You stood behind the cash register and mindlessly watched a stark industries commercial in the bookstore’s lobby. You constantly checked the time on your phone ready to punch out. “Five more minutes” you murmured and tucked your phone in your back pocket.

“Hey (Y/N) it’s been painfully slow today. You can go ahead and clock out early if you like.” your manager suggested.

“You sure? If you need someone to close I can stay” you allured.

“Nah we can take care of it from here, go and enjoy the rest of your night” your manager waved their hand off to persuade you. You couldn’t believe how such a coincidence this was for you, seems like everything was working in your favor. You quickly gather your things and say your goodbyes to everyone for the night. The cold night air hits your warm face as you truck along the sidewalk freezing in your jacket. Your phone vibrates and you immediately check it.

Your imagination begins to run wild in your head as you walk your way home. You couldn’t think of not one session where Shaun hasn’t satisfied you. Every dick session your boyfriend gave you left you shaking. You couldn’t help but wonder how spectacular this evening was going to be. You arrive at your apartment and open the door to a dimly lighted living room with candles placed around the floor. There were rose pedals laying on the floor trailing to your bedroom. You smile and pick up the folded note on the floor.

“Happy Anniversary. Keep following the path of love” is read in beautiful written cursive print. You sat the note down and continued to follow the trail into the bedroom to find the corners of the room covered with candles and a big bouquet of flowers on the nightstand.

“You think I’m too cheap to do all of this huh?” Shaun appeared with nothing on but a towel. “Honestly I didn’t expect you to do all of this just for a one year anniversary” you implied. “I thought I would try to be romantic for once” he shrugged his shoulders.

“I don't mean to brag but I think I did pretty damn good”

“trust me you out did yourself” you close the space between you two and raised on your tiptoes to give him a kiss. He deepens the kiss by licking your bottom lip for entrance into your mouth. You widen your kiss to let his tongue explore every part of your tongue. You moan into the kiss and bury your hands in his soft hair. You broke the kiss for a quick second to unravel your jacket off. Shaun impatiently ripped your white blouse and began kissing and leaving hickeys on your exposed neck. You lean your head to the side to give him more access to your sweet spot. “You ready to try something new tonight” he whispered in your ear.

“Whatever you want daddy” you purred. You just wanted more of him in any way possible.

“I want you to strip down to just your panties and lay down on the bed” he instructed. You obediently do as you’re told and eagerly wondered what he had up his sleeve. He pulled the night stand drawer open and came out with black bondage material. Your face began to flush with excitement knowing where this was headed.

“I didn’t know you were into this type of stuff,” you said. Shaun climbed on top of you, tied your wrist to each bed post. He gripped your chin and looked dead into your eyes.

“I didn’t know I was either until I meant you. Now I love fucking you anyway possible.” You bit your lip without a response. He kissed you passionately on the lips and put his fingers in your panties. “If you are a good girl I will untie your hands. But you have to prove it first” he pressed his fingers on your clit and stroked it in slow deliberate motions. Your legs bend around his waist wanting to grip him more. You moan in frustration from the teasing. Shaun’s eyes never left yours as he felt your pussy become even more wetter from his fingers.

“Please Shaun this is torture” you begged.

“I’m just getting started baby” he pushed his two fingers into your entrance and slowly began pumping them in and out. You cry out his name and lock your legs around him. He lowered his lips around your right nipple and sucked your breast while fingering you at the same time. Your hands squirm eagerly wanting to wrap them around his head. Your lower body pulsates with pleasure having no outage but to squirm at his touch. His pace quickened while pushing his fingers further in to graze your walls with sensation. He gave your other breast the same treatment, swirling his hot wet tongue around your nipple and sucking it. You whimper nonstop and rock your hips to his fingers wanting more. He abruptly stopped and sucked his fingers clean of your juice while looking into your eyes.

“Do you want more?” he whispered into your ear before nibbling it. You mercifully nob your head.

He smirks and lowers his head level down between your legs. He slowly pulls your panties off and pushes your legs far apart. Without anymore teasing he flick his tongue right on the edge of your pussy lips. You whimper and try to close your legs from the sensation. He placed his hands around your thighs to keep you from squirming. He devoured your pussy in his mouth and watched you arch your back in pleasure. His tongue ravished the deep wetness of your entrance. You close your eyes and throw your head back enjoying every pleasurable moment. He licked your clit in circular motions and kissed and sucked his way into your pussy.

“Oh daddy” you arched your back and cried out his name once more. Shaun hearing you call out his name made him want to fuck you relentlessly. He stopped licking all your juices and gave your inner thigh a peck before peeling off his towel and positioned himself back on top of you. Your pussy was throbbing but it still wanted the main thing. You wanted him deep inside you and his toned arms wrapped around your body. You felt his big hard member in the inner part of your thigh. Your pussy began to throb again remembering the sensation of his dick inside of your wet pussy.

“I’m not letting your wrists go just yet” he raised your legs up and put them on top of his shoulders. You begged him to put it in. Shaun slowly pushed his hard dick into your tight wet pussy. He matched your eye contact wanting to watch your face as he entered inside his pussy.

“You like when daddy fuck you?” he seductively spoke and kissed your leg on his shoulder. You couldn’t even respond from the pleasure you felt finally having him inside you. He continued to stroke slowly in and out of you while keeping eye contact. You bite your lip trying to handle torture of his pace. He placed your legs back down around his waist and quickened his pace. His pace grew animalistic as he watched the sight of your breasts begin to bounce and the sight of your hands submissively tied up.

“Shaun..” you breathlessly moaned out as his quick deep strokes hit your spot repeatedly. Shaun moaned into your ear as you begged out his name. He grip your ass cheek and tongue kiss you still fucking you passionately. Your pussy began to tighten around his dick and you felt yourself about to burst. Shaun reached his hand upward to untie both your wrists and guided you into doggy position.

Without warning he continued to push himself back inside you and fucked you senseless from the back. The sound of skin slapping against each other and your moans filled the bedroom. You feel drops of cum slide down your leg as your insides tighten. your grip on the pillow begins to tighten as your orgasm releases all over your body. Shaun still fucking you senseless released his seed inside and gave your ass a smack before pulling out of you. Shang Chi laid down next to you and pulled the cover up around you. You laid your head on his chest feeling his diaphragm rise and fall.

“I love you'' you whisper before closing your eyes. “I love you too” he whispered while gazing at a small black box placed in a hidden spot for your surprise.

#shang chi x reader #shang chi smut #shang chi #simu liu #katy shang chi #katy chen #the legend of the ten rings #marvel #mcu #fanfic #smut #love story

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Doomeds.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x f! Reader. Ft. Bts.

Genre: Yandere, dark themes, anguish, suspense.

Summary: ❝We are doomeds, wandering in eternal suffering.❞

Warnings: Yandere behavior, obsession, stalking / stalking on cameras, humiliation, unspecified forced marriage, n*n-c*n explicit sexual relations (on the reader), abuse of power, implicit murder, drug use, kidnapping, hitting, manipulation, dating previous trauma, alcoholism and depression (in Yoongi), accusations of infidelity, dub-con (in Yoongi's case), the reader is in school but is of legal age, death threats, really strange facts. Possibly this would qualify as dark fantasy since everything is so unrealistic.

Number of words: 10,000+

︙Author's note: *sighs* This is the longest fic I've ever written, and I honestly don't know how it turned out because I didn't read it twice like I always do before publishing it. But my beautiful baby helped me correct, I hope you enjoy it and please read the warnings well, I do not want lawsuits. Thanks for being here!

(Sorry for any mistakes, my first language is not English and I am not fluent either.)

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If they ever had to ask the reality of events it would be ... Unbelievable. Thinking of how just a simple action changes everything in an already established and perfect environment.

A life.

Your minutes, hours and days were the same under your criteria and eyesight, you study in the mornings, you work in the afternoons and you attend to your homework at night. It was a good routine that used to be repetitive at times, it was fun to follow, even more so in your part-time job.

You could meet many people working in one of the best cafes in the city, your classmate insisted too many times that you work with her saying that could recommend you and you should not even pass a test, they would only accept you for her.

It was a good opportunity and you accepted it with a smile, although she was long gone from work, you were still grateful for the good salary and health insurance that they gave you every month.

"An American coffee with a spoon of sugar and a green tea cake with cream on top." Your mouth and hand move in sync, the client nods silently. You smile, pointing out other details before asking what name you would give the order.

With a sigh, he name came out like a gust of light wind. "Min... Min Yoongi."

You write his name on the screen, the little receipt paper comes out of the machine. You hand it to him by brushing his hand with yours, strangely cold and pale. A chill runs through you but you ignore it, continuing with your work.

"Good Morning _____!" One of the employees greets you kindly, you correspond still concentrated on serving the mysterious stranger's coffee. "Do you have a request for me?"

"Oh, uh... Yeah, this is for table four."

Yun smiles taking the tray with Yoongi's coffee and cake, arriving at his table. The man's expression can be dazzled even under his black mask that covers half of his face, his eyes look for you before colliding with you. YYou refuse to play along, continuing with your work, you had a lot to do and wasting time flirting wouldn't really help you make money.

However, it became pointless trying to ignore him when he kept coming back day after day. Week after week. Tormenting your head, Yoongi was not the first nor the last handsome man you would see coming often, your work establishment was literally in a strategic area and not cheap, you knew that many men and women with money frequented them to drink a coffee or eat some delicacy, even sometimes they only came in to sit for a few hours attending to their affairs over the phone.

It was fine, it was comfortable. You weren't expecting too much, sitting behind a counter, always having to fake a smile despite being tired.

Perhaps it was the constant visits that led you to start a conversation with him. You had about an hour of rest, you prefer to spend those few moments sitting in front of the window of the premises eating any cake that was a few days before expiring to avoid paying for consumption, you felt comfortable in that place that seemed so far from all the other clients.

Until his voice interrupted once, he seemed as calm as ever. His gaze lost from you elsewhere avoiding making contact with you, nervous apparently. His rough and austere tone was changed to a bolder and lower one, asking if he could sit next to you for a few minutes.

"Sure, sit down... he's not busy." It was your answer without having any problem in sharing your place so secret, so comfortable. It was still just as safe even with him present.

And in much the same way, everything became a silent routine. You heeded his order, you took your rest next to him and then you both left at one point. The talks became more common, he being the first to ask about such insignificant things as the rise in the market in the country and how prices should start to rise in coffee as well.

You laughed, you really did it by getting his attention and sharing your reaction.

They both started laughing at how strange it all started, and it was always the perfect anecdote to tell their friends about how they met.

Everything was perfect, like a painting by a great artist, what you would see would be beautiful and cheerful colors, adorning both of you possibly holding hands with a smile and a loving expression from the man who was now your partner. Her pale skin and angelic face represented on beautiful thin paper, presented to the world as a painting that reflected a symbol of love between two souls met in a casual cafe and who wanted each other so much. Too much.

Yoongi was the clear representation of an ethereal person, casual and elegant, polite and kind, protective but not possessive. Simply to the target.

Your routine didn't change much after starting your relationship, you kept walking to your school in the mornings, you attended the cafeteria in the afternoons and you rested at night. Perhaps the only significant thing that you would get out of your boring schedule was your boyfriend's proposal about moving with him to the house of his best friend, almost a brother as he described it, and avoiding paying for your little apartment. You had made one and a thousand excuses, making Yoongi shut them all up.

"Jin is my brother, he would never take advantage of us. I already mentioned the proposal, about you... I have been living there for a few weeks, I assure you that you will be like family."

Family?

Your face relaxed for a few seconds, you had abandoned that feeling and sensation long ago since you moved from your home in your native country. Your mother used to call you every night but little by little that habit was lost, she also had her own problems and being aware of you as if you were a child was ridiculous.

"It's fine." It was your final decision, nervously you moved your hands in the air explaining what you would not accept.

Do not invade your privacy.

You had spent days thinking about how to introduce yourself to them, because apparently there would be more than just Jin, Yoongi and you in that house. Your things were scattered in boxes, you stood in the middle of the almost empty room still nervous about meeting new people and friends of your boyfriend.

That they were now family. Literally family.

The moving truck was parked in front of a large house, it had two stories and an incredibly large garden. More like a forest than an ordinary garden, you got out of the car trying to clean your clothes as much as possible and look presentable. Although it was difficult when your whole body was covered in dust after lifting the boxes.

"I'm not ready, Yoon." You say, containing your anxiety that vibrates to the surface of the skin within you.

Her hand gently brushed your cheek, giving you a bit of reassurance. "You look beautiful, they will accept you anyway." Her lips came up to yours, giving you a quick and soft kiss. "I just remember that I love you, and I know all my brothers will too because you are perfect."

You thanked the little compliment in a whisper, the door of the house opened just after the two of them left, you automatically showed a friendly smile approaching the first person to leave. He was a tall and rather handsome man, he seemed very well dressed to be indoors on a Sunday, more like he was going out to an important business meeting. He looked flawless and elegant.

"The suit was not necessary, Nam!" Shouted your boyfriend behind you mocking, the man laughed showing all the charm of him to your eyes.

"I'm Namjoon, Yoongi's friend. Nice to meet you... _____, right?"

"Yes, it's me. Sorry to see me so disastrous, it was a tiring day with the move."

Namjoon seemed like a very nice and incredibly understanding guy, his presence made you want to meet your boyfriend's other friends. You opened the door entering the house after Yoongi asked you to find your room to start carrying the other things, Namjoon stayed behind to help him, leaving you alone on your unknown route. You walk all over the place and you are surprised that you only walked through the living room, your eyes straying to a noise in the kitchen.

Curious.

You ignore it, continuing your way up, you read every name on the doors. Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. All written brilliantly on each different door, you walk a few steps to one that says your name and you thank it with a sigh.

You weren't surprised by how big it was, everything inside that place seemed to be exorbitant and out of the ordinary.

"Oh, it must be you." You are surprised to hear a voice behind you, you turn around in fear before remaining calm. You recognized her face from a photo Yoongi had on her phone.

"Jimin?" You ask with fear of being wrong.

"It's me, it's nice to finally meet you. Jin-hyung said you're moving in a few days, I didn't think it would be so soon." His voice seemed to be calm but there was a hidden question. Why? Why were you there?

You take a few uncomfortable steps back. "It really was, but ... I thought it would be better to do it today that I don't have classes, plus Yoongi doesn't work this day and it seemed like the right thing to do. I'm sorry if bother you."

"No you don't. it's okay, Welcome." With that one simple word he left.

You thought you would have a longer talk with him but you weren't expecting too much, they didn't even know each other and you plan to chat with him like they were old acquaintances. Well, naive.

It seemed strange to you that no one else showed up in the whole house, even when you were uploading the last boxes of the move no one seemed to be a little curious to meet you. Aside from the already friendly Namjoon and the reserved Jimin.

"Yoon" You get his attention, he smiles at you taking the sheets out of your suitcase and making your makeshift bed ready for the night. "Do your friends work today?"

"I guess so, they really don't spend a lot of time together or at home." Explain without noticing your downcast face. You nod, putting the issue aside and concentrating your eyes on arranging your clothes. "Hey... Okay, you can meet them all at dinner today."

Your chest clenches in anguish, "Dinner?!"

"Yes, darling. It's the only time they meet all day, when Jin-hyung cooks for us especially on days like these where we have pleasant surprises."

You purse your lips annoyed, Yoongi smiles kissing your forehead so carefully and lovingly that it melts your senses. The mere presence of him made you want to continue with him forever, you relax for a few seconds hugging his body in silence. They both stay like this, with nothing to say but telling each other everything at the same time.

The thought of ever letting go scares you.

You wait several hours, still sitting in the same place where Yoongi left you. You should be presentable for dinner, you take a quick shower before running to change into a nice comfortable dress, you try not to overdo it but also not show disinterest. From the stairs you hear everyone's mixed voices, chatting animatedly.

"Honey, come here." Yoongi watches you, being the only one to notice that you were peeking in the shadows still unsure of interrupting.

You say hello by walking a few steps until you reach your boyfriend's side, you present yourself the best you can. Everyone falls silent, Namjoon smiles at you just like he did before. Jin interrupts the moment where no one seemed to have anything to say about you, or if he wants to want to introduce himself.

"Today we have a special guest, the dear girlfriend of our brother. I introduce myself, I am Jin the official cook of this family." His body bends down with an exaggeratedly long bow, proud of his words. Jimin rolls his eyes, while his other siblings just choose to tease. "On Yoongi's orders we made her favorite dish, so I don't want any complaints of any kind about the food. I'm looking at you Jungkook."

You are surprised how well everything is going, you feel praised when your favorite food is in front of you. She looked just as elegant, as if you were eating in a five-star restaurant and at a luxurious table with silk tablecloths.

Jungkook still stayed away from the talks, preferring to eat quietly and fiddle with his phone. Hoseok was more animated, asking about you and exaggerating anecdotes that happened with his childhood friends. He moved you that he will still remember all that after years. Namjoon vaguely drew your attention with book recommendations when you commented on your love of reading, Jin quietly continued eating in complete tranquility, Jimin thanked the food and just left.

Taehyung... He seemed interesting to you, he was looking at you all the time with narrowed eyes and when Jimin got up and walked away, he followed closely with a small and almost hidden smile.

You had a strange feeling inside what they called home.

"I-I... I need to use the bathroom." You say goodbye by wiping your lips with a napkin before quickly walking behind them both. Something attracted you to want to know more, as if they were leaving clues knowing that curiosity killed the cat and that you wanted to be the one.

Your steps were quiet, even more so when you tried not to be noticed . You went upstairs listening to their voices whispering and then... An obscene moan was clearly heard, Jimin seemed to laugh in the air.

Your hands shook thinking of opening the door and seeing what was happening. And without knowing it, you had fallen into the same network of attraction as them.

You curse yourself biting your tongue and cheek until they bleed, sure that you were going to make a big and heavy mistake. Minutes later you are going down the stairs back to the table but no one is waiting for you anymore, the table was just as spotless and clean. You are pleasantly surprised to learn that they don't treat you like a guest and that they don't wait too long for you. Maybe they had things to do, however you feel a chill when silence comes.

Where were?

You look around the yard, but no one is outside. Neither in the kitchen and less in the room where you had already walked twice. You catch the sound of drums in your ears rumbling loudly, you close your eyes in a daze for a few seconds until in an instant it goes away, and then everything comes back to itself. You hear their voices upstairs, chatting animatedly for the second time.

"Where were you sweetie? Are you okay?"

You nod still confused. How did they... When was that... You were really fine? You refuse to fall into paranoia and lie down next to Yoongi, as they continue their conversation with each other. Your head keeps spinning with the fresh memories you have, but they seem to disappear second by second and it scares you, you open your eyes without wanting to fall asleep yet but it is as difficult as breathing.

You fall into the dark abyss of sleep, feeling the same chill.

Your gaze is lost in the gray sky, you are cold and your body is swaying. Your eyes move restlessly observing that you are under the snow and a person holds you in his arms through the forest, walking at a slow and safe pace.

It's fine. Are you okay.

Wake up. Yoongi greets you from the door of your now room, you try to regulate your breathing thinking that he would notice your overwhelmed state and he would worry, but no. He is as calm as ever, relaxed even.

"Good morning beautiful, it's time for breakfast. Jin-hyung made your favorite." And with that last sentence she is shifting away, closing the door behind he.

You go down the stairs ready to go, your backpack resting on your shoulder. The table is just as full as at dinner, Jimin seemed very tired trying not to fall asleep, you watch him for a few seconds before looking at Taehyung who ignores you taking his cup of ... Coffee. You approach making him recoil alarmed and disgusted, you check the cup realizing that it is the same recipe that you use in the cafeteria.

Like them?

You look up noticing that, you were uncomfortable, Taehyung takes a few steps away from your body almost leaning against his, still sitting in his chair. You apologize to him making me sigh irritated, still ashamed you apologize again without eating or serving anything, just leaving through the front door.

Your journey is reflective. You forget, dream and recognize, that was the pattern you were following, everything seemed so strange and deep down gloomy, you feel the already casual chill running through your entire body almost like a warning.

Your seat in class was empty waiting, ready for you. Ari greets you, being your table companion and friend.

"Hey, intense night?" She jokes, you look shaking his head. She laughs pointing your neck. "You have... something there."

She frowns even more confused, her face leaves her smile aside and she starts looking at her things until she takes out a small mirror and she hands it to you. You look with horror at a large red bruise painting on your skin, it seemed painful but you had not even noticed or felt it. You touch it still scared and nothing, it doesn't hurt or it seems real.

You take a deep breath before lying with silly chatter, "I had an accident, but I'm fine. I had forgotten I was there, it was nothing serious."

Ari seems worried but in the end she forgets it by returning to the same kind and joking attitude of her, but her gaze drops from second by second to your neck making you cover yourself uncomfortable. Who? It can't be Yoongi, he was always very calm in that regard. You think terrified, your hand goes up to touch it and this time you manage to feel a sharp pain.

You have to cover it with the collar of your shirt so that no customer will notice it and avoid staining the reputation of the cafeteria, you smile nervously taking orders as fast as you can and avoiding looks. Yun greets you like every day, arriving at his work time. You spend hours begging for the clock to advance faster, the night sky appears and the doors close, you clear the last counter before you can finally show your neck again and breathe.

"That's a big problem." Yun whispers looking at the horrible mark, you nod with a sigh giving the same stupid excuse you told Ari. "You should use a little makeup to cover it up, I think it will help you a lot."

You think about it for a few seconds before deciding what you would do. You bow to him with a bow after he offered to close in your place and finish the remaining work for you.

You come home with a smile, you greet Namjoon who is reclining on the couch in the living room watching something on TV. You wait a few seconds but you do not receive a small or accidental look, you approach a few steps to repeat it again but you only get him to get up and go upstairs closing the door of his room apparently with a door slam. What the hell? You think covering your face with your hands looking for some comfort.

Everything was happening inside you, it was like a whirlpool sweeping away your sanity. Were you going crazy? Or you were just thinking a lot about nothing.

You try to draw a picture of your situation, but the only thing that repeats is the constant painting of Yoongi and you together.

"Yoongi!" You say to yourself with a smile, you drop your backpack running towards his room, wanting to see him after such a day.

Your hopes fade like air, everything within the space him screams 'he', but he is not there. You check the safe time that he should be home at that moment. You hear Jin's voice screaming from below about dinner ready, you sigh losing your appetite at those moments.

You lie on your bed checking your cell phone in case there was a message from Yoongi warning about he delay but nothing. You feel empty for some strange reason, but there was nothing different about it now.

If I had been more attentive and conscientious, you would have noticed that two more people other than Yoongi and you were missing from the table. Jin smiles sitting in his same place leaving your plate not caring without you being there with them, his smile never fades even when all his brothers are sitting silently eating and looking at your empty place so intensely that it was terrifying, he squeezes the cutlery in his hand without wanting to break the tradition in his family.

Dinners are sacred and no one should be missing. There will be no discussions or complaints, that's what the rest of the time is for.

That was what her mother said, sitting at the table in her old home containing her anger at seeing her husband so calm after having been unfaithful once more. Not on the table, not on the table.

Not on the table, honey.

Jimin opened the last bottle with a little satisfaction, poured another glass before handing it to his friend who was only glaring at the ground.

"She's not like that... I know her." Repeating the same stupid prayer for hours, Taehyung rolled his eyes trying to calm his annoyance, looking at his other friend insisting that he help him.

"Yoongi-hyung you saw it yourself, she had that... That mark. you didn't do it, maybe Tae is right and she-..."

"Not!" I scream interrupting what to him were lies. "_____ she's my girlfriend, she's not like that. I know her ... she loves me! She loves me! Do you understand?" Says exalted, holding the shirt of his friend who closed his mouth immediately, Jimin noticed that same reflection of anger in him and knew it was better to leave it for now.

Taehyung pushed the drunk Yoongi away from his side, making him release him and repeat the same phrase as in his state, he tried to believe himself.

The door to your room was opened and the smell of alcohol invaded you, making you look disgusted. You closed your eyes without wanting to see him, his body fell to the side of your bed approaching your body so slowly that the anxiety inside you doubled.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered.

His hands rested around you, giving you that warmth so familiar and comfortable in your gray days. A sob was heard while you lost yourself in your own thought, you watch it melt into your arms crying and without wanting to tell you why.

"It hurts." It's the only thing it says. But... Why?

You wake up. Just like a week ago, days had passed and it seemed like your skin kept accumulating horrible marks all over the place. You even went to consult a doctor but he only insisted that something... Or someone did them with such fury that it was incredible that a piece of skin will not be torn off by the force of his suction.

You touched the last mark that came, it was dangerously close to your crotch, you try to hide the others with makeup but they were still visible at a short distance.

You went down the stairs to see them all again, you greet with regret taking the first thing you find. Your mug had your name written on it, it was a rather curious gift from Jin after your melancholic night with Yoongi days ago, he apologized explaining that he felt bad after hearing all the sobs and apologies. For a moment you thought it was something exaggerated but he kept insisting that he felt bad about himself, not with Yoongi who was almost his brother or with you, with him.

You accepted it without wanting to show your dislike for his selfishness and narcissism, thanking him so softly that he hardly heard you.

The special drink that morning was coffee... Americano. You felt insecure to drink it, and you just put it aside.

Same recipe.

Yoongi looked at you for a few seconds before smiling fondly, and you just looked away, leaving him with a confused face as you walk out the door so quickly that he can hardly feel you.

He sighed before being drawn to Jimin's grin-adorned face, he shrugged, hinting at his silent opinion. She is not faithful to you Yoongi, why do you keep waiting for something good? Only looks at her body, her attitude and who she surrounds herself with, it is a classic of womens. You will know that she is a fox hidden under her sheepsuit, just observing her more and you never leave her.

The marks on your body, your cold attitude made him more and more suspicious and fall for Taehyung's profound words. She bit his lip, refusing to spy on your life away from him... Out of his sight.

But he really wasn't doing anything wrong, just observing. In his now dirty head, everything was valid if he could know the truth.

You did the same thing you always told him on his nights where they stayed up talking about his heavy days. You went to school, to work, and then home. Nothing changed your version.

I try to focus on your friends, there was only one girl you spent more time with in your classes and after them. He researched everything about his life, but he had nothing to worry about after learning that he had a boyfriend. He passed your work, standing outside for hours waiting to see you do something dirty or guilty, but you never seemed to move.

You just served the orders and then kindly said goodbye to the customers. He felt guilty for doing something so low to you, until he saw you.

To you.

Your smile grew when one of the workers who was your partner approached your place in the box to whisper something in your ear, you left your place following him towards the warehouse.

Anger consumed him quickly, refusing to continue standing there observing the obvious, possibly he was being irrational and he knew it but the constant insinuations of Jimin. The conversations with Taehyung, his words, his suspicions, the pleased looks from they when he fell back at his feet asking them to tell him what to do with you.

With his damn relationship.

Where were you and him. Not them. You and he.

He opened the door to your room and started going through your things like a degenerate, something must have made him sure that you were cheating on him. Something, a letter, a note, a gift from him, or a simple cheap jewel.

This was your Yoongi? You were clearly looking at another subject.

"Yoon..." You started, his eyes coldly piercing you. He looked different, he was looking at you but you didn't feel safe being so close. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I do?" He asked how else he will not point to the obvious, for a moment you thought that even if it was, out of respect or dignity, he would try to deny it or find another explanation for his actions so offensive to you. "Where is?"

"Where is what?" You claim, starting to get angry, his eyes leave you again as he continues searching through your drawers, dropping everything to the floor with thudding noises. You get closer trying to push it away but you only get rejection. "Stop it, Yoongi."

"Not until you say so."

You freeze without knowing what he meant by the latter, you take his arm to stop him but you only receive a push that makes you back away this time scared by the force of his attack. "Enough!" You claim this time by making him look at you with his cold eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about and why you're doing this, but enough."

"Then say it..." You shout again that you don't know what he wants you to say, you even curse furiously making him come closer to support your shoulders with his hands bringing you closer to his face. "Say it damn it! Say you're cheating on me with that bastard son of a bitch!"

You feel the pain of his grip, you sob, begging him to release you but are ignored as he continues to ask you to say so. You refuse to lie, especially with something so degrading.

Jin hears the screams as he continues serving the dinner desserts, Jungkook strangely puts aside his phone for a few minutes to thank him with a small toast and a smile that was rarely seen on him.

"The dessert tonight is sweeter than usual."

Jimin raises his glass with a bright smile, Namjoon adjusts his tie tied perfectly around his neck as he sips from his glass, Hoseok laughs eating the delicious cake with enthusiasm.

Curious, a green tea cake with cream on top.

"It's a shame Yoongi-hyung misses out on dessert." Taehyung speaks pretending a pout on his lips, playing with his spoon with the cream on her plate. "It is especially exquisite today."

"Stop playing already, when will you do it? I'm looking forward to getting started." Jin snaps angrily, pushing the cake out of her sight as he drinks from her wine glass.

Jungkook laughs, turning his phone back on to continue playing as usual. "So impatient, hyung." He says he with a click of annoyance.

Jin rolls his eyes, following her gaze to Jimin who is innocently cowering in her chair. Ignoring how completely obsessed Jungkook is with his games, it really was not his business,for something his youngest friend had his parents, who were too busy with their work, they ran the largest electronics factory in the country, leaving his son in the background just giving him everything he asked for without objection. Always showing a smile when little Jungkook came before them demanding a new console or the best phone.

"It only remains to wait..." Whispering, he released a patient Hoseok. His smile as charming as ever. "For her to decide what to do and then... Plot! She fell into the wrong well."

"I hate when you describe and talk like that, but I can't expect much from a Jung... like you."

However, Hoseok never stops smiling even when anger is consuming his mind causing him to clench his fists under the table and bite his tongue inside his mouth, hidden by his gleaming and visible teeth. Namjoon smiles at her, knowing that she managed to provoke him but that she won't do anything to shut him up.

"Pathetic."

Motherfucker.

Jin breaks the tense silence, shushing everyone with a snap. That silence. Nobody hears anything from you or Yoongi, for a moment they feel the anguish that something bad has happened or that his friend has lost a bit ... The hand. But just seconds later you're rushing down, wearing the same clothes and your face covered in tears. You don't even look at them when you run to the door, leaving a trail of emptiness behind you.

"Hm, intense." This is Jungkook speaking, his eyes still lost on the phone screen of him playing a silly online championship. "She will be fine after hours."

"Jungkook is right, now we must move with Yoongi."

Namjoon gets up walking to your room, surprised that everything seems almost the same as it was before their fight.

He smiles when he manages to see his friend laying on the floor sobbing, and like that children's book called Pinocchio, he feels good being that cricket-shaped voice of reason. Only this time that sweet and serene voice, released one and a thousand blasphemies that would contaminate even the most devout by his beliefs.

He managed to convince Yoongi's easy to manipulate mind, blurting out words almost like a song. Playing with the naive self of hes that still lived and breathes inside him.

You had come home after days of spending with Ari and her boyfriend away from him. You really didn't want to set foot in that house again in years, a small irrational part of you believed that it was all his fault, your real problems started when you set foot in that damn place.

You open the door observing the room in the same way, empty. You try not to make yourself feel ready to go to sleep, without having been able to do it in days, but now you doubted that it would be different here.

You remain static in view of everyone, you had forgotten that at that time they were having dinner together. They only met once a day and it had to be right there.

"Good evening, sorry to interrupt." You ignoring Yoongi's gaze that, he's trying not to get too excited about your return, even though she causes he to euphoric whirl. "Carry on, I'll just go to my room."

"Please no, sit with us."

"I'm not well."

"I insist, sit with us. They were difficult days but I know they can fix it." Jin puts a plate in front of one of the empty chairs, you refuse to sit down but you do it out of compromise.

Everyone seems to be exclusively quiet, dinner was gray, like a black and white painting. Remember the first dinner, where everyone seemed to have so much to say and now that was left behind, Jungkook continues to play with his phone sometimes moving his plate by accident, without touching a single silverware with the intention of eating. Jin eats in peace, so slowly that he is strange. Namjoon reads a book in his hand, eating so cleanly that it's amazing.

Hoseok looks at you playfully from time to time, with a smile that almost makes you smile the same. Jimin and Taehyung seem to communicate silently, they both look at each other with slight grimaces and smiles.

"We can talk?" Yoongi whispers, you feel her breath next to you and instinctively you walk away scared. Still hurt by her actions and attitude, you give your vow of silence by standing up and without saying goodbye, you walk up the stairs.

"How rude." Jungkook interrupts, keeping an eye on his screen lighting up his beautiful face. "He didn't even taste the food."

Yoongi looks at Jin, her oldest friend and the one she trusted the most, seeking some advice. But just gets the same treatment as always, a look insisting that go with you and try to fix her mistake.

However, it was late. You had packed a makeshift suitcase by going down as quietly as you could, exiting through the back door like a thief or a fugitive.

You spent days thinking about your cowardly way of running away, but in the same way you felt better and even more so when you did not receive any message from him. Maybe it wasn't that important to him, it hurt but it also relieved you.

You knew it would be awkward to see him in the face again, but you should go back and get your things over with as soon as possible. You naively thought of forming a friendship, a very distant one, but in the end it would be the healthiest thing for both of you.

"______?" Asked the person who opened the door after you barely managed to ring the bell due to nerves, he was clearly confused.

"W-good morning ... Jin." You greet by taking a few steps back to get a better look at it, you had forgotten how tall it was. "Sorry to bother I just wanted to -..."

"Talk to Yoongi? I'm sorry but he's already better without you, he even met someone new." You were surprised by his austere, sour tone and trying to intimidate you. "And you better go, you are not welcome here."

"No ... No, I-I came for my things but I'm glad to know that it's better now, and that ..." The words stayed in your mouth, almost as if it hurt to admit it. "I was able to find someone, I hope we can be friends. Also with you, I'm sorry I left without explaining or saying goodbye properly."

You waited what seemed like ages for her response, and you expected more than a simple nod of the head, letting you pass without a hitch. You searched your room quickly, trying not to have any contact with any of them for now. You opened the door that had your name on it but you were scared by what you found inside, the whole room had been painted blood red, a very dark color that managed to give you such familiar chills.

"What is this? Where are my things?!" You turned around ready to go and claim but the door closed behind you with a stormy noise. You ran to try to open it but it did not move an inch, you searched the whole room for something useful to help you but it was completely empty, and alone.

You sobbed in fear, not understanding what was happening and why it seemed that the walls were getting narrower every second. You fell to the ground, trying to stay calm and without losing your goal, hours and even days passed for you, you waited to hear at least one noise but everything was so quiet that you had to avoid going crazy, you played with your hands trying to distract yourself and think positive things, you had read many books about stressful situations to know that thinking a lot about those things caused even more stress, you lie on the floor sure that a nap will calm everything down, if it was a nightmare you wanted to wake up and if not , you wanted to dream that it was.

A lock, you hear that particular noise and you wake up. You open your eyes as fast as you can lifting your body, the door was slightly open as if someone was exiting. You scream for help but it closes, you fall back into sadness and despair screaming even more for your freedom.

You didn't deserve this.

You look with regret at the delicious food they left for you, for a moment you think about going on a hunger strike but your stomach demands you not to be so stupid. The same would not change anything. Regardless of manners, you eat as fast as you can, dropping quite a bit of food on the ground in your rush.

It had an exquisite taste, and you could recognize it everywhere. It was one of your favorite dishes, you felt disgusted to compare it to your mother's food, but as magnificent as it was, it reminded you so much of her.

You wait for something to happen, but minutes go by in which you just look at nothing, letting your head fly. Thinking of a thousand things, playing with the spoon and singing in a low voice.

You feel hot from one moment to the next, your vision becomes cloudy and the door opens again. You just stay in the same place, you don't care about anything, not even how they hold you by helping you walk into another room.

"You were right, she is very calm now."

You look at him, their faces so familiar and you try to place them, but your head is flying away at that moment. You close your eyes laughing, and drifting into unconsciousness.

You wake up. You open your eyes and you are tied, you struggle with the ropes that hold your arms while the bed below you makes your body bounce. You touch the sheets realizing that they are extremely soft, you are in an unfamiliar room surrounded by scarlet red, with elegant and shimmering decorations. You try to stand up but your legs, like your hands, are tied.

And you're still quiet because of the rag in your mouth.

You fight the bindings furiously, screaming into the cloth as much as you can get sick of being locked up again.

You think of Yoongi, although at that moment it was irrelevant you wonder where she is and if she knew that she was being kidnapped in such a way, would she help you at least? Resignation covers you completely, fighting the bonds again with such force that you feel like they burn your skin every time you move.

You sob, just as he did one fall day.

Yoongi watches you from the monitor in another room, Jin is talking to Namjoon to the side while Jungkook is still sitting in a corner entertaining on her phone. Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok seem reluctant to look at each other despite facing each other.

Remember the day, the one in the past, when he met them. Jimin and Taehyung were already friends playing in one of the children's castles, with their hands pretending to be weapons as they ran around. Hoseok was sitting next to his mother, talking and apparently they had a lot to say. Namjoon did not detach from the side of his father who urged him to go up to the games, while Jin was busy collecting Flowers in a basket that his grandmother was holding.

They were all strangers and even more so he, felt out of place surrounded by so many games and away from home. His parents had freed up a whole day to spend together in a decent park, it was several hours of travel from Daegu to Seoul only for his son to play in a beautiful park surrounded by luxurious buildings.

He dropped down next to her mother, hugging her without wanting to let her go.

"Min Yoongi, we didn't take this trip just for you to sit there all day, son."

"I'm scared..." he whispered, biting her lip and hiding her face in the neck of his beloved mother.

"I see... but the games look so much fun. Run and try them, love."

He nodded still uneasy, walking over to one of the swings where he sat rocking so slowly that he seemed still. He felt hands pushing his body from behind, scared he looked at the boy behind him, he had a smile on his face and waved him with a hand.

"Sorry, I thought you needed to be pushed." He spoke and did not seem at all nervous.

"I'm fine, but thank you..." There was a momentary silence before he interrupted again. "I am Yoongi."

"Hoseok, although my mommy calls me Hobi."

He smiled, offering himself this time to push the swing, they spent minutes like this just helping each other take a walk pleasantly. He didn't even think about it when Hoseok offered to talk to Jimin and Taehyung about how they'll all play together in teams.

Now in the present, he smiled again remembering how he met Jin that same day, he had collided with him when he was running so as not to be caught by Jimin. His older friend was flushed with anger, screaming for her flowers and his dirty clothes. His grandmother teased him a bit making him deny even more, he followed Yoongi for several minutes until the chase because of her desire to hit him became a game.

They both fell to the ground tired, laughing before Hoseok introduced himself to Jin. Namjoon arrived shortly after, curious about the commotion and why he had gotten bored of sitting for so long, as he explained later. Besides that his father didn't have the best conversation starters.

He cried so much that very day when he had to go home again, promising to return soon.

"We have everything ready, are you ready?" Jin stood next to him, his eyes looked at him but he couldn't recognize his childhood friend. The same one that he offered to organize his birthday parties when his parents could not afford them, the same one that he never took advantage of his money to lower it. The one who hugged him as many times as he could when he came out of his therapies after his parents died.

Who was this man?

"Y-yes." He murmured still stunned. He got up, following in his footsteps with his head lowered.

They opened the door showing him, you were distracted biting the cloth in your mouth and trying to move your hands to free them.

Your body felt the same repetitive chill making you look at them feeling their presences so... uncomfortable.

"Enough." Jin ordered as you continued your insistent useless movement, trying to free yourself. "I'm not playing around, stop."

Me neither, idiot. You clench your teeth as much as you can at not being able to say it out loud, you stubbornly keep moving even faster than before. Your hair falls on your face from your busy tossing and you stare at him, challenging his patience and judgment.

You try not to tremble when he approaches you with intentions that deep down manage to scare you. But you continue, the bed moves as fast as you do until his hand falls against your cheek causing a gasp to come out of your gagged mouth.

"Hyung!" Yoongi claims holding her hand to prevent her from trying to hit you again, you feel the particular burning on your right cheek and the tears growing back in your eyes. "Please, no blows. That was not what we agreed on."

Jimin cleared his throat, a satisfied smile on his face, "We never specified anything, actually... Yoongi-hyung."

"Jimin is right, you never specified any kind of restriction for her and us." Namjoon clarified making you look at them confused, it was as if they were talking in terms of employment or contract.

But you had never signed anything.

"B-but they can't do that, they'll never accomplish anything if they force her." He tried to persuade him but Jungkook sighed, dropping his phone to the ground and then stepping on it like it was worthless. "She will just hate them."

"She will do it anyway, if we let her off her or try to convince her to stick with sweet words she won't think twice and she will run away ready to report us for kidnapping."

"In addition to the damages that she suffered here." Namjoon continued to condemn Jungkook, uplifting her surname and her family's status.

"You are in this with us or against us, there is still a free place in the basement for you with chains just as heavy."

Again, the same chill ran through you causing you to cringe in your place. These men were insane, they were capable of betraying each other, and worse, they could possibly also consider shooting themselves in the back when they weren't looking at each other. All for you, as if you were some kind of prize for winning and owning.

After moments that seemed eternal, Taehyung was releasing your mouth as you began to complain about what they were doing, how they dared and demanding freedom.

Really a classic, so much so that it was witty and hilarious that you said it literally.

They forced you to kneel on the ground with your hands on your legs still perfectly tied. More questions filled your mouth not knowing what they were planning, all you could do was look at them so scared it was adorable.

"Uh... Well... I guess one should go first." Jin says, taking a few steps away from your crouched figure.

Jimin stepped forward, standing in front of you causing you to look up from your spot below him.

"What are you doing?" You ask weakly, you try to drag yourself away when his hand struggles with his pants to remove it but Jin holds you in place. Getting on his knees to speak into your ear softly.

"You better take a breath instead of trying to run away, honey. I thought you were smarter... hm?" He laughs mocking your scared face, you refuse to open your eyes and mouth making him stop laughing in annoyance.

Jimin sighs taking your face in his hands so roughly that they will surely leave a purple mark on your skin. He was still dressed, I was hoping I could humiliate you more and then fuck your mouth until you suffocate while his hyung explains everything to you. How it all started, his obsession, his plan, they had planned everything so perfect that it was terrifying, everything monopolized on one board.

Soon as soon as possible you will just be a cute housewife and you will forget your life before that day. Not for nothing did they have a closet full of cheerful and homely outfits ready for you, they wanted to destroy you and then put you back together just to serve them.

You would be his wife, of everyone.

"Come on, little bitch..." Jimin started, reaching over to kiss you on the lips even though you refused to do so. You really no longer had a vote or a word of objection in his plans. "Open your eyes darling, you don't want a stray bullet to land in your mother's skull, do you?" He threatened making you obey even more scared than before.

"P-please don't hurt my mother!" You sob, clasping your tied hands in supplication.

"Oh, we won't.... yet." He whispered kissing your lips one last time before imposing himself on your kneeling body. Her cock came out of her pants, stroked a few times before guiding it to your lips. Your stomach contracted, and you pulled your face away as far as you could before Hoseok held you by the hair tightly pulling you close again. "Take it, baby. Everything will be fine if you just obey."

"I hate them, they disgust me" You whisper before Jin forced you to open your mouth making you take it, you fight for a few seconds but her hips are already moving making you choke and gasp. His moans are so loud they make you squirm but his hands hold your head close to him.

"I told you you'll take a breath, but you're a dumb whore." His breath is hitting your neck directly, your skin crawling trying to distract you from anything other than Jimin's cock in your throat causing you to gag and vomit. "I bet you're wondering why, what did you do, and nothing really. Or if Yoongi!"

You do not look at your boyfriend before, you only focus on Jin who smiles, caressing your body with his hands, almost exceeding your limits. However, what did it matter if he did it, there was nothing you could do for yourself.

"You were only here, I think we all loved you from the first moment we saw you. We spent many nights wondering what was special about you, many of us had dated women before but you... You were so different, you had something that attracted us and it made us go crazy. " His hands squeezed your breasts causing you to gasp on Jimin's cock who moaned with pleasure, continuing his steady and hard rhythm. "Taehyung got involved in the matter. "

Jimin smirked when your eyes went up to him, your eyes showing how angry and helpless you felt. And it was exquisite.

"I bet you didn't know about your beloved boyfriend's background,locked up in a rehab center for alcoholics for two years. Three years taking therapy for his depression after the tragic death of his parents, quite strong actually." His words had such a strong past but from his mouth they came out as if it were not so important. Something common for him. "I'm surprised he loved you so much and didn't tell you."

You cried unable to turn your face to look at him, deep down you wanted to put Yoongi aside and not hate him for this. But it seemed almost impossible when he was there, doing nothing, so calm that it was unreal that he had ever looked at you directly and declared his love to you over and over again. For months.

"He really was fine for a while until we decided to make him fall again, one drink after another... First trust him, then question their relationship and finally make them argue." A laugh left his lips, it was almost uncomfortable that he was the only one doing it. Everyone else was so quiet just watching. "But I can't give myself all the credit, let me introduce ourselves well, my dear."

Jimin walked away from you letting you breathe again, you had almost forgotten that he had been doing that act against you. Your tied hands help you hold off the ground by not being able to breathe properly, you feel so weak that you are about to pass out but you refuse to look weak in front of them.

"Kim Seokjin, son of the best chefs in the country and heir owner of thousands of five-star restaurants, inside and outside the country." His body crouched down, making an extremely long bow. Namjoon stood next to him, with the same smile from the day he met you. "Kim Namjoon, the only and adored son of the best lawyers and mayoral candidates, future presidents if occasion permits." There was a strange tone behind his voice, with a knowing wink. "I thought you can guess what Hoseok's parents do, but I'll tell you just in case. Great psychiatrists recognized for their countless achievements outside and within the country, having a tradition from generation to generation, capable of manipulating even the cleverest mind like yours."

Hosoek smiled at you, but this time his smile showed malice and pride. All that time you were surrounded by people who wielded a certain power and influence, oblivious to the fact that they could ever use it against you.

"Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung... Maybe you heard about their surnames on the news two years ago? Families specialized in medicine, their knowledge dazzles science and biology. Before allies and now both surnames are enemies competing for the market, but who would say that their children would meet secretly and use their same knowledge to retain a precise treasure." His hand stroked your hair causing you to recoil angrily, with a grimace of disgust and resignation. "Well... Finally Jungkook, son of the best technology creators in the country. Capable of creating anything, millionaires obviously, like everyone. Faithful lovers and devoted to he son, giving him everything he wants. " He stopped for a moment and then brought his hand to your ear taking out one of your earrings, you looked at him confused before he opened it showing a tiny device that lit up. "Even creating a more than wonderful device, a tracker of the smallest size."

You opened your mouth completely petrified, looking at each and every one of them. Most of them had a firm and conceited posture, but your eyes only looked at him.

"Were you in on this?" You ask by moving your body slightly, Yoongi only remains silent, avoiding looking at you at all costs, even if it is out of mercy you demand a simple word. "Speak! Tell me! Tell me!" You scream completely out of control, letting out all your frustration and anger with him, just him. It's all his fault. "Tell me now! To finally be able to completely hate them all... Please tell me, I just want to stop inventing and fooling my head trying to justify why you are standing there doing nothing for me" You sob almost exhausted, " Without helping me, when before you said you love me."

His eyes meet yours a few seconds before Jungkook chimed in, completely certain that you were trying to play your manipulation cards to get rid of them. Funny, they had done the same to catch you, their hyung could sometimes be so... credulous. That it was ironic that she was older than him.

"Good enough talk for today." He demanded, causing you to hide your head again in fear. You were so scared, even with the pain in your cheek and jaw from being forced by Jimin, you would never give up on them.

Your mouth felt dry, you couldn't remember the last time you drank water alone. As if they could read your thoughts, Taehyung appeared with a tray with a glass of water and a purple pill.

"Take that away from me." You scream when he tries to put the pill in your mouth, backing up as far as your bound legs will allow.

He sighs bored, as if he doesn't have the patience to deal with it, "If you want water you'll have to do this."

"What is it?" You ask almost breathless from the lack of water in your body, he smiles before bringing the pill to his face to look at it rolling it on his finger.

"Hm... Vitamins." Respond after hesitating. "Everything you need in one compact little pill. It was an invention by Jimin and me, we were hoping you would be the first to try it."

A few seconds ago you remember hearing about the reputations of both families, they were specialists who probably passed that knowledge on to their children. If they knew what they were doing with them, they would be shocked. Your reasoning tells you no, to throw it away and try to run away but your head and body can't take it anymore, they demand water and a rest.

"I-it's okay." You accept, removing the pill and the glass of water from the tray angrily. You put the pill in first, then the water so hard your mouth hurts from the force.

You return the glass silently, eyeing him suspiciously before sitting back down and walking a few inches away. You wait for everyone to do something, but they stay so still as dolls that it scares you, everything about them and their attitudes was creepy.

I wish you had noticed earlier.

And now you feel it, it was not pain, nor anxiety. I was just calm, the noises seem to decrease and your vision does not blur but you feel so relaxed that you do not seem to be affected by any drugs. You could feel it all, but you didn't care.

It was relaxing but you weren't far this time, you remember the previous scenes. When you ate the food they gave you, it was similar but as if it had been modified so that you can remain docile and obedient, but at the same time you know what they are doing.

Your body falls on the bed, you don't even try to get up. Your brain isn't thinking about that, it just gets distracted by the decorations around it, but it clearly perceives one of them nearby. Namjoon is behind your body lying face down, half is on the bed and your legs are still kneeling on the floor. You feel his kisses so desperate on your neck, his hands touching your breasts and stomach trying to lower himself further, anxious not to wait to fuck you as he always wanted and should have been.

You do not fight when his legs open yours with force and speed, you just stand still, thinking with your head glued to the soft sheets of the bed, deep down you can slightly feel your desire to push him and push him away furiously, you want to do it but not you do. You feel so confused that you sob into the sheets in released frustration.

"I thought I heard from you, that her wouldn't refuse anything with his stupid pill." Jin whispers, disgusted seeing you struggle with yourself in search of reason.

"I don't see her deny it." Jimin retorts, crossing his arms with a small victorious smile.

Yoongi stands aside, not wanting to accept this but likewise, like you, does nothing to avoid it while Namjoon sinks deep inside you causing you to writhe overwhelmed and let out a groan of pain, your mouth opens to complain and probably ask him to stop, but he instantly closes again only releasing more gasps and squeals.

They spend minutes with all eyes on you, taking the cock of her friend who abuses your sore pussy from overstimulation, this time you are crying and begging for mercy to stop. Even in your unconsciousness you continue to feel all the pain and also the pleasure that is now almost non-existent.

"S-stop!" You cry between gasps of exhaustion, your hands had been released by Jungkook seconds ago so that you can hold on properly. However, you only use them to try to ward off Namjoon who is holding you against the bed by slamming his body against yours with obscene noises. The bed squirms like you, colliding with the wall in sync.

"A little more baby... Just a little more... And I'll fill you with my cum, so fucking tight. You like that, hm?" Her breath very close to your cheek makes you react, you squeeze your eyes almost suffering from your next inevitable orgasm. You scream making everyone watch you fascinated by how your face contracts with pleasure and pain, you try to walk away when the moment of ecstasy recedes, but he continues to fuck you bareback hard, selfishly chasing the release of him against you.

You spent hours repeating the same routine, sometimes sometimes even more hours than you can remember or count.. Your body was completely covered with bruises and marks not only made by them manually, you had discovered in the worst way that Hoseok had a great fetish to make small cuts to any animal or person that had skin and that glistening blood came out of those wounds, red as hell and as sweet as ambrosia.

A delicacy, truly a true delicacy blessed by God.

Jin could not stop laughing at your overwhelmed face, sometimes he would sit next to you while your body was fucked uncontrollably, watching your face move on the sheets with the constant and hard movements of his friends.

"Do you enjoy it, you dirty bitch?" You knew he was making fun of it, not only because it denigrated your dignity, but also because you couldn't answer correctly and the only thing that moved was your head up and down from the thrusts. As if you were affirming his disgusting words. "You like it right?" And again. "I bet you will enjoy it every day from now on, do you want to marry us, little bitch? Be ours forever, that we fuck you every damn day like that, that we also fill you up that you would get pregnant, you would have our children , and you would gladly. Do you accept _______?"

You did not want to know where he managed to get your last name, nor your full name and less because he thought that after the effect of whatever they had given you, you would really accept being his damned wife.

But he just stands there, watching Jungkook abuse his new power against you and taunt him.

I just wanted to wait for everyone to leave, so I could hug you, heal you, and ask for forgiveness.

He couldn't save you if he was chained to the basement like they threatened to do. He was afraid of his own friends, who looked at him madly when hours before he thought of withdrawing from the plan, Hoseok as charismatic as he always claimed to be able to cut his neck so easily if I took you away from them.

Now, they were doomeds.

The painting lost its color once more.

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Showtime - Part 2

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader.

• Requested: Part 2!

• Warnings: Swearing

• Summary: Part 2 of being undercover with Adam, despite being in a secret relationship with Jay. You can find Part 1 here..

• Words: 2353

• A/N : Part 3 coming shortly as I know not much happened here but needed a filler! Also, kind of wish I had wrote this as being undercover with Kevin as that man really doesn’t get the recognition he deserves, but I got inspo when Hailey was undercover with Adam so will have to be one for next time!

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“What’s the hold up?” you jump as Voight’s rough voice booms from behind you “The mic was playing up so just had to get it fixed, Sarge” Jay responds for the pair of you as you nod in agreement “Right well let’s get going. Jay you’re with Kim and Y/N, Adam is waiting for you in the car outside. Let’s move” he instructs before stomping past you, leaving you and Jay stood in an awkward silence “Good luck” he sarcastically offers with a grin on his face, you find his confidence amusing considering the night he is in for but decide to go along with his humor “Thanks baby, but I don’t need luck”.

“Sarge, we need a code word to listen out for” Hailey speaks across the radio, you pick up the one hidden under Adam’s seat to respond “Mocktail”. Adam looks at you with his bottom lip out and nods “Hey, that’s a good one” he reassures and you place the back of your hand under your chin to gloat “thank you, thank you”.

As you approach the club, Voight pulls over into a nearby road to hang back and is soon followed by Jay pulling up behind him to park his truck “You head inside, I’ll leave it a few minutes and follow you in” he directs to Kim who tousles her hair before walking off. Adam stops the car next to Voight’s and you wind your window down to allow him to speak “Jay and Kim will be close by and Kev, Hailey and I will be listening in. Any sign of trouble and you get out or say the word and we will be there” he orders and you can feel Jay staring at you from the other side of Voight “Don’t leave her alone in there, can’t be bothered going through the process of getting another partner” he confesses to Adam with a chuckle, Voight glances at him with a stern look on your behalf “Are you still here?” he asks and you try to hide the smile that is spreading on your face at the change in Jay’s confidence “I’m going” he huffs and exits the car.

Adam drives slowly alongside Jay as he traipses along the side walk, still with the window wound down Adam leans across to speak out of your window “Make mine a double water with a side of Lemon, will you?” he grins but Jay isn’t entertained “Careful or I’ll replace it with worse” he threatens back with a sarcastic smile “No tip for you then” Adam tuts before putting his foot down to speed towards the club “Who’s pissed him off?” he questions but you choose not to answer.

You watch as Jay walks in the back entrance, giving you a look over his shoulder before heading in. Adam hands the keys over to the valet before giving him some speech about how expensive the car is and if there is so much as a scratch he will make him pay for it, how easily he slips into this kind of character is honestly baffling.. The poor man reassures Adam and drives to park the car, Adam turns to you and naturally slings his arm round your waist and settles his hand at the base of your spine to direct you. “You good?” he whispers in your ear and you nod “If you want to leave, just put your hand on my knee and I’ll make an excuse.” he calmly offers and it instantly helps calm any nerves you had, you had been undercover in clubs a few times but not with a group quite this dangerous so it would’ve been strange if you weren’t a bit on edge.

Your eyes instantly fix onto Jay who is stood behind the bar, pouring a drink and handing it to Kim. You’re not shocked to find he is already looking at you, slight worry in his eye as he chews the inside of his lip. One of his classic go to when he is anxious, you thought you were going straight to VIP but one of the men approach you and Adam first. Out of no where, a tall man in a black suit stands closely to Adam and that’s when you realise his ear piece and mic pinned to the collar of his shirt “Dan and Alice?” he asks and Adam is quick to offer his hand out to the man “that’s us, sir”. The man glances down to Adam’s hand but then ignores it, Adam returns his hand onto the small of your back with a grunt so quiet that only you could hear it. “This way, you’re late and they’re waiting for you”. He extends his arm to direct you to the VIP area “All due respect, they’re waiting on our money so we’re not in a rush” Adam jokes but the man remains stern “That’s quite the attitude you got there, he always like this sweetie?” he aims the conversation to you and you roll your eyes “Only when he doesn’t get what he wants, doesn’t happen often” you wink and notice the corners of his mouth flicker into a smile briefly before falling back to the scowl “Let’s get on with this then.” he walks round behind the pair of you, forcing you to walk ahead “What a nice guy” Adam mumbles to you, causing you to nudge his chest with your elbow as a warning “You deserved that” a voice speaks from behind you, a reminder he was hot on your heels and could hear everything you were saying “If you’ve got any other sarky comments, I suggest you get them out now because they’re not as forgiving”.

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What seemed like a few hours had gone by and you well and truly felt like a spare part, sat on Adam’s lap as a mere trophy to impress the others. Joining in the conversation every now and then but apart from that, you remained quiet to offer a smile or the occasional sympathetic laugh. “You wouldn’t mind going to grab us some drinks, darlin’?” one of the men leans forward to you and hands you his empty glass. You don’t accept his gesture as you leave the glass in his hand and don’t make any effort to move “Isn’t that what the staff are for? Shit VIP area if you have to get your own drinks” you scoff and run your fingers through Adam’s hair “Be a good girl and run along, the men have some business to discuss” he winks and you instantly feel you could vomit. “Just grab us a bottle off the top shelf and some glasses, isn’t hard” Adam stares down the man before he taps your leg and places a kiss to your shoulder “Won’t be long baby, you might find some friends at the bar” you grimace a smile at him and huff as you stand from his lap, ensuring you pull down your dress to have some attempt in covering your ass as you head down the stairs.

Jay already has his eyes on you as you scan over to the bar, taking a mental note of where Kim’s stood and making your way over to her. You lean forward on the bar to Jay, knowing full well your chest is very much extenuated as he struggles to keep his eyes up “A bottle of your finest whiskey and 5 glasses, we’re in VIP so you can just bring them over. Thanks” you demand and hold up the VIP card you had been given to add to the tab.

“Doesn’t work that way angel, you take your own drinks. I’m not a server” Jay is quick to hit back, clearly enjoying his new role “Whatever, just get me the bottle and a shot of vodka” you put the card on his side of the bar and turn to lean your back on the bar and look towards Adam.

“Everything alright?” Kim quietly asks from beside you as Jay places the shot on the bar, you pick it up as quick as it is put down and drink it in one “Splendid”.

“Are you gonna take this, or?” Jay pipes up from behind you, you turn to look at him and he truly is a sight. Bar towel slung over his shoulder, shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a slight glisten on his skin “No you’re gonna bring it for me.” you smile and strut away from the bar. Jay looks over to Kim who tries to hide her smile in her hand as he rolls his eyes “Voight, never give her this role again. She’s relishing in it far too much” Jay grumbles into the microphone hidden in his collar, Kim is quick to speak back before Jay can walk away “Don’t listen to him Sarge, I think he’s secretly enjoying seeing her in a short dress and heels”.

You can sense Jay watching intently as you make your way up the stairs in front of him, only urging you to swing your hips more with every step. You reach the top and situate yourself next to Adam at the table, Jay makes no delay to turn his attention back onto the drinks and you laugh to yourself at how obvious you found it to be. “Just there is fine, thanks pretty boy” you wink at Jay who grins down at you “Pretty boy?” the tall man, you soon learn to be named Eric questions “You better watch out, he might have her off you” he raises his brows as he drinks “No chance mate, she ain’t going anywhere” Adam runs his hand up and down your leg, stopping at the hem of your dress.

“Besides, she ain’t gonna go for him. Look at him, a server at a bar isn’t exactly who you want to be with is it?” Adam chuckles and you feel your stomach pull, even knowing Adam was only speaking in his character it still didn’t sit right with you that he was saying those things about Jay “I don’t know, he’s pretty cute” you hit back as Jay stands awkwardly, still pouring the liquid into cold glasses in front of you. Adam runs his hand along his jawline and huffs in a laugh before wrapping his arm round you and pulling you onto his lap and away from Jay “We can pour our own drinks, you can go now”” he adds and Jay nods “have a nice night”.

His eyes linger on you for a split second before heading back down the stairs to the bar, you could tell he was pissed off just by the way his shoulders were tight and his back was straight as he returns to the bar. You turn your attention back to the group of men, one of which was staring at you far too hungrily which you tried to avoid but couldn’t for much longer as he placed himself next to you on the leather sofa “Mind if I have 5 minutes with your girl? I’ll get her out the way while you all settle up” The man asks and you grip onto Adam’s sholder, hoping he would get the hint of how you didn’t want him to agree “Think I’ll keep her with me if that’s alright, don’t want her causing trouble” Adam jokes but Eric clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer “Come on sweetie, just a bit of fresh air is all. Won’t be long”. You could tell he wasn’t going to let up so patted Adam on the chest and gave him a reassuring smile “I’m sure I’ll be fine”.

You yet again made your way down the stairs, followed closely by Eric who was quick to place his hand at the nape of your neck to guide you towards the exit. You walked past the bar and Jay looked concerned, followed by a scowl on Kim’s face as she watched you get rushed past “Sarge, Y/N is being led out by a white male. 6′4, black hair with a white shirt. She doesn’t exactly look happy about it”. Kim speaks into her microphone and not second goes by before Jay chimes in “Want me to follow?” he asks but Voight doesn’t respond.

“We haven’t got eyes, they came out but have gone round the back. It’d be too obvious for us to move but I can follow on foot?” Hailey speaks over the radio, Jay looks at Kim with a panic as silence is still coming from Voight “Sarge, we need answer” Kevin adds but still nothing “I’m going after them” Jay huffs and slams a glass onto the bar “No, leave her for a few minutes. She will be fine” Voight’s voice finally emerges but Jay isn’t happy “Are you serious? Some guy has taken her out of sight are you’re happy to sit back and do nothing?” he spits back, standing with his back to the club to avoid raising suspicion “All change to channel 5, you’ll be able to listen into her microphone and then we can decide when to move in” Voight demands as Jay and Kim switch their devices as instructed “Is he fucking serious? If something happens to her I’ll-” Jay leans forward, onto the bar near Kim. “Can still hear you, Halstead” Voight interrupts over the radio and Jay scoffs “Good.”

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dadgonedeku · 4 years

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Bnha boys & their s/o falling asleep on them

💤~Characters: Midoriya, Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, & Sero

💤~SFW & Gender Neutral!Reader

💤~Happy reading!!

Izuku Midoriya🥦

🥦~ You two were studying in his dorm, going over the notes from the day’s classes and making sure you both understood the assignments and whatnot.

🥦~ You were getting really tired, which caused you to lose focus, so you asked your lovely boyfriend if you could have a short cuddle break.

🥦~ He of course obliges, the two of you settle on his bed, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and neck to prop you up while he leans his back against the headboard.

🥦~ Makes sure you’re comfy before placing a short kissy to your forehead, rubbing small circles into the back of your neck and you can’t help but relax against him, a comforting and safe feeling washing over you.

🥦~ A few minutes of silence pass after a while and when he goes to ask you if you want to get back to studying he notices your closed eyes and the slow rise and fall of your chest.

🥦~ Omg you fell ASLEEP on him this is the day he dies oml ur so precious-

🥦~ He doesn’t want to disturb you so he just adjusts slightly so he’s comfy too and decides to turn in for the night.

🥦~ He falls asleep holding you close and it’s honestly the best sleep the two of you have gotten in a while 🥺👉👈 just knowing that you’re safe and comfortable with him is enough for him to cry-

Katsuki Bakugou💥

💥~ He probably had trouble sleeping poor baby :(

💥~ He ends up just going over to your dorm and he finds you relaxing in your bed scrolling through your phone.

💥~ He tells you that he can’t sleep squee I live for soft baku, so you welcome him in to your bed.

💥~ He begrudgingly slips under the blankets next to you and you snuggle up to his chest.

💥~ He’s naturally warm so when he wraps his arms around you your body relaxes against him, a therapeutic feeling overcomes you and a wave of tired hits you like a truck.

💥~ You put your phone down and talk to him a little about why he couldn’t sleep and he just responds with something like “None of your business.” or “I just couldn’t sleep that’s all.” You don’t wanna push him so you leave it at that.

💥~ Your eyes become heavy after a while and soon enough you’re off to dreamland. He just glances over to you and sees you asleep in his hold, a peaceful expression on your face as you breathe in and out evenly.

💥~ He smiles to himself and holds you slightly tighter against his chest. He kissies the top of your head and falls asleep soon after. He feels safe with you and you definitely helped him sleep that night. Side note: he says something like “I love you dumbass.” because he thinks you can’t hear him!!! 🥺❤️

Eijirou Kirishima🥊

🥊~ Mmmmmmbabie-

🥊~ You were hanging out in his dorm and he’s playing video games with the bakusquad.

🥊~ You felt like boredom was gonna eat you alive so you just kinda slip yourself into his lap while he’s playing and he lets you adjust before getting back to the game, not really giving it a second thought.

🥊~ He kisses your head every once and a while and secures you in a safe hold by propping up his legs and holding his arms gently against your back with your head resting on his shoulder.

🥊~ He doesn’t want to shatter your eardrums so he speaks quietly into his mic. You end up zoning out to the soft sounds of clicking buttons and you adjust your breathing to his subconsciously.

🥊~ Eventually you just fall asleep on him, your head resting comfortably against his shoulder with one arm next to your head while the other is draped across his upper chest. He doesn’t even realize your asleep until about 10 minutes later. He wonders why you haven’t said anything yet and that only leads to his heart almost stopping because of how adorable he thinks you are.

🥊~ He logs off of the game and gently adjusts you in his hold to where he’s leaning back in his chair holding you like a bride, one arm supporting your back while the other rests over your legs.

🥊~ He kisses you gently and whispers sweet nothings to you as he stays put, slightly rocking you in the chair with him, soon enough his eyes grow heavy and he falls asleep as well. I love him literally so much he’s such a babe-

Shouto Todoroki❄️🔥

❄️~ You were probably doing homework together in his room, you decided to settle in his lap while going over notes and answering questions.

🔥~ He didn’t really say anything about your position, he just kinda accepted it and went with the flow, he parts his legs a little more and supports your back.

❄️~ If silence ever went on for more than a couple minutes he would check up on you to make you were comfortable and to answer any potential questions you might’ve had.

🔥~ As time goes on he feels you relax more and more against him, and when he goes to check on you again he sees your closed eyes and the pencil rolling out of your palm.

❄️~ He smiles softly and gently picks you up, careful not to move your body too much as he carries you to his bed. 🥺

🔥~ He tucks the two of you in and wraps an arm around your back, pulling you to his chest.

❄️~ He kisses you softly and just stares at you and admires how beautiful you are.

🔥~ He actually stays awake for a while before falling asleep next to you, it’s rare when he sees you so relaxed and vulnerable and he thinks you’re beautiful when you’re sleeping! Omg my heart kill me rn-

Hanta Sero🧃

🧃~ You were hanging out with him in the common room with the bakusquad.

🧃~ He’s got you cuddled up next to him as you and the others talk about whatever there is to talk about. Sometimes just random conversations with friends are better than being alone.

🧃~ You kinda zone out trying to listen to Ashido jump around while trying to tell a consistent story, and you don’t realize how tired you actually are until you catch yourself closing your eyes for a couple minutes at a time.

🧃~ Of course everyone but Sero notices how you’re drifting off to sleep, but none of them say anything because they wanna see his reaction and tease him about it.

🧃~ Sure enough you actually end up falling asleep the next time your eyes close, and Sero actually notices surprisingly fast.

🧃~ He went to ask you about why you were being so still and quiet and low and behold you’re asleep with your head on his shoulder and he blushes SOOOO HARD-

🧃~ Kaminari, Ashido, and Kirishima tease him to no end and he practically begs them to keep it down so they don’t accidentally wake you.

🧃~ After a while he just takes you gently in his arms and carries you to your dorm, placing you carefully in bed. He’s hesitant about leaving you so he tucks himself in beside you and holds your hand while pressing short, soft kissies to your fingers. He thinks you’re absolutely stunning while asleep.

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mitch-the-simp · 2 years

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A Taste of a Stronger Medicine than His Own (Joshu x Fem! Yandere! Reader)

a request from @nobodyimportant666777 It took me some time, but at the end, the inspo hit me like a truck and I had to finish this ASAP! Honestly very proud of this- Hope you like ittt!!! <3 tw: Stalking, mentions of indecent thoughts, controlling behavior, yandere.

The world was never a fair place for outcasts like us… (Y/n) thought to herself, staring longingly at her beloved Joshu. Oh she hated how he just adored Yasuho, but she didn't see him at all. If she was her, she'd take the chance. Oh to be with such a man as Joshu… She sighed happily again, doodling on her sketchbook. Little heart here and there, a few realistic drawings of Joshu all over the page. She ran her hand down the length of the paper and then looked up at him.

Across the park, Joshu was eating a sandwich with Josuke and Yasuho. Of course, the idiot thought this was a date between him and Yasuho (with Josuke third wheeling). Truth was, it was simply a hang out between friends. Still, whatever made Joshu come and chill with them.

"Mmm! These are good, Yasuho. How did you find that sandwich place?" Josuke asked with his mouth full.

"Oh, Joshu was the one who found it, actually. He seems to have a knack " Yasuho smiled.

(Y/n) grumbled, gritting her teeth. She was sketching Joshu again but stopped. She observed and listened carefully to their conversation as if Yasuho had just insulted her.

"Well, he is a loner, so it only makes sense he knows about where to be alone." Josuke joked.

(Y/N) gripped the pencil with rage, managing to snap it in half from the force she exposed due to her anger.

Josuke seemed to hear it, but didn't pay it any mind since he was laughing at Joshu's attempt to defend himself.

"Hey! I'm not a loner, you asshole!"

'You're right, Joshu. You're not a loner; I'll always be there with you so you're never alone." (Y/N) mumbled to herself. She checked her watch and saw the time. It was about time for her to begin her piano lessons.

Ugh.…she probably shouldn't postpone them anymore than she'd already done. It's been five weeks since she's started following Joshu more and sometimes it would lead her to postpone important events.

Joshu was more important than anything, after all.

She got up from her seat and walked past the group. Unable to avoid gazing at her beloved Joshu, she looked him directly in the eye as she shyly held her sketchbook in her arms. She was in pure bliss as he stared back (though his stare was one of curiosity and confusion).

As if acting like a shy school girl, she turned around and ran off. Of course, she was going to continue to follow him around later.

Once she left, the group raised eyebrows at each other.

"Joshu, do you know her?" Josuke asked.

"I don't even know that girl, I've seen her a few times around town, but never spoken to her. She's all ways got that sketchbook and she's always drawing something. Judging by her appearance, she's probably drawing something dirty." He smirked.

"The worse part, is that if it is something dirty, it was probably about you." Yasuho spoke, this time in a bit more of serious term.

"What?! I don't even know her, why would she even do that?!" Joshu exclaimed, flabbergasted.

"Yeah… Every time we hang out, we've seen her somewhere. When we're hanging out just us two, she's always somewhere nearby." Josuke explained.

"Yeah! When I'm hanging out with you only, she's also there, Joshu." Yasuho added.

"She's probably just to shy to talk to us or something. You know, she does look like a nerd." Joshu shrugged.

"No, I don't think it's that. When it's just me and Yasuho, she's not around at all." Josuke responded.

"JUST YOU AND YA-"

"JOSHU, THAT'S NOT THE POINT! THE POINT IS SHE'S PROBABLY STALKING YOU, MAN! Geez, you're dense…" Josuke fussed.

"She's been creeping around, a lot… she goes to our University too. So chances are she probably is."

Joshu paused to think and process what he'd just been told. It seemed to barely sink in…

"I don't really know what to say. She's cute or whatever, but I don't think 'm conferrable with the idea of being stalked…" Joshu mumbled.

"Just careful when you see her. Maybe confronting her right away isn't the best idea. Try to gather evidence that she's stalking you." Yasuho advised.

"Yeah.…But, you know? It sounds kinda hot to be stalked by a girl. She's probably really obsessed with me… man… that sounds like some twisted fantasy that would only be true in a movie…" He sighed.

"Joshu, you're fucking weird…"

"WHATEVER-"

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It had only been a few weeks, and the closer she admired him, the more euphoria she felt.

It was something she couldn't hold back. She couldn't help but feel more addicted to him by the second. Joshu was her very reason why she breathed. Oh what she would give for a few seconds of his attention…

Anyway, this was why she was observing him through a camera. But not just any camera. She'd installed this one in his room while he was in his classes (she had to skip her's of course). And at the moment she was enjoying the sight of him napping lazily on his improvised room in the garage.

"Oh my beautiful Joshu…" She chuckled.

Joshu stood up from his bed in a sudden manner.

"Who the hell said that!?" He exclaimed.

Fuck, she'd pressed the microphone button… Had he been more observant lately because of her? Had he noticed her presence? This... made her happy in the slightest. But she didn't wanna get caught... Was it Josuke and Yasuho? That bitch Yasuho and that asshole with the four balls! They'd alerted him, hadn't they? WHY COULDN'T THEY LEAVE HER TO BE HAPPY WITH JOSHU!? THEY ALREADY TORMENTED HIM ENOUGH! THE WORLD WAS ALREADY SUCH AN ASSHOLE TO HER JOSHU! That's why she hated everyone but her Joshu... her beloved Joshu... everyone was against him... and they all deserved nothing but resentment from her. "HEY! I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Joshu asked. "My name is (L/N) (Y/N)." She spoke. Absolutely no hesitation. She had no other choice but to try and secure him as son as possible. "I've been watching you for some time, Joshu..." She chuckled giddily. "Are you that girl that Josuke and Yasuho said that has been following me around?" He asked, seeming a bit pissed. "SO IT WAS THEM-... Sorry for the outburst, baby. But yes, that would be me... I've been admiring you from afar... but I'm tired of you walking right past me." "Hey, look, I don't know why you like me, but this shit's gotta stop. I don't even know you!?" Joshu yelled. "Oh, you might not know me well... but I know you so perfectly well, my beloved Joshu~" She giggled. "The fuck?" "Yeah, I know your schedule by heart. I know you don't like spending money that belongs to you. And I know how much you hate that asshole Josuke." She chuckled. "Yeah, I do hate him- BUT WHY THE HELL ARE YOU EVEN STALKING ME FOR?!" Joshu yelled, moving his hands almost as if he was attempting to threten the camera. "Simple. You're the most beautiful man to even exist. So clever, charming and funny." She sighed. "HEY! FLATTERY WON'T GET YOU ANYWHERE, BITCH!" "Oh, right! I interrupted your nap! I almost forgot. I'll be silent while you sleep, but I'll still be watching you. Just soyou know, you look so cute when you sleep~ I'll see you tomorrow, in the usual spot.~<3" She giggled, then silence. "WHAT- What the fuck does the usual spot mea-... The park... You coming to the park tomorrow, you creepy bitch?!" He screamed, shaking the camera. | No answer. Fuck. She was keeping her fucking word... He'd have to wait until tomorrow... Fuck. ༶•┈┈🔩┈⚙⚙┈🔩┈┈•༶ Hey Guys! Hope you enjoyed ittt!! Remember, requests are always open and I'm always searching to write something! The Bitch themselves, ~Mitch <3

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bffsoobin · 3 years

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fond

➤idol!yeonjun x non!idol reader, pure fluffy goodness, yeonjun gets teased a lot lmao

↳yeonjun has always been a hard worker; reaching above and beyond the expectations of every person he’d even met and even himself. There was only one part of his life he knew was impossible to better--you. In Yeonjun’s eyes, you’d never been anything less than perfect from the day he met you. He never lets you forget it either, even if everyone else was beyond tired of hearing it.

Word Count: 1,501

Requested: yes!

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, very small sprinkle of angst (self-doubt in reader)

A/N: I wrote this super fast so it may not be my best work but it felt really good to get something out and posted again! Love you all, hope you had a happy holiday!

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“Are you sure they want me to come?” You asked, shifting anxiously on the balls of your feet. “I mean, it seems like a thing reserved for just the five of you- celebrating the album- and none of the other guys have significant others to bring.” Yeonjun stopped in his tracks, leaving his shirt halfway buttoned up. Gently, he ran his warm hands up and down your arms. The sun had begun to set at some point while you were getting ready, and the light cascading in through the window opposite you washed Yeonjun in a golden ring of light.

You were so distracted by the sight that you almost missed the words coming out of his mouth.

“Baby, the guys love you. And they want you to be there. I promise. I wouldn’t ask you to come if it weren’t true. Hell, I wouldn’t even be going myself if it weren’t true. I’d much rather stay here with you and cuddle.” Your heart softened at his reassurance, anxiety bubbling away from your bloodstream in a few instants. Humming happily, you crushed Yeonjun into a hug that felt as if it could meld your bodies together.

Yeonjun lead you into the reserved restaurant with his fingers linked between yours with such fervor he might as well have glued your palms together. For that you were grateful though, because the party which you’d expected to be just the other boys and a few staff ended up being much more expansive. You spotted several important producers and a few other idols who had the time in their schedule to come and celebrate with their friends. The thrum of your heart kicked up tenfold as Yeonjun lead you through the crowds, eyes turning to him and his head of bright pink hair immediately. Damn him for always being the man of the hour. The two of you had almost made it to the safety of his table; so close in fact that you saw Soobin waving at you enthusiastically and pointing at a pair of empty seats saved by jackets and hats. Mere feet away, Yeonjun was stopped in his tracks by someone you only recognized vaguely, but knew instantly was of importance. The man was tall, handsome and well dressed, balancing a bottle of beer between his fingers with practiced ease.

As the two of them chatted about the album and general comeback procedures, you felt yourself becoming more and more out of place. For Yeonjun’s sake you plastered on a gentle smile, nodding along to whatever words were being exchanged between the two of them.

“...her name?” You caught the tail end of the sentence just in time to see that the man was gazing down at you. You glanced between him and Yeonjun, trying to collect any information as to why you were being addressed.

“I’m Y/N,” you offered carefully, not sure how they’d arrived at this topic. Yeonjun squeezed your hand reassuringly, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Well, I had no idea that Yeonjun had a girlfriend,” the man simpered. “What exactly do you do?” The implication of his words hit you like a MAC truck. What did you do? What did you do to deserve to be here, rubbing elbows with these famed people?

“She’s a student, actually! She’s always busy with school work or research.” Yeonjun cut in, voice rising protectively. “She pretends it isn’t a big deal, but she’s pretty high up in her department, got all the professors to love her. And she’s on track for a really cool internship- right baby?” He shot the conversation back to you, attempting to ease the tears crawling up your throat.

“Oh, it’s not that big of deal, I don’t know if I got it yet, so-”

“Shush, it’s amazing. And there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re the most qualified person for the position. You’re amazing,” Yeonjun beamed down at you warmly, a blush cropping up along your cheeks as you fought the urge to cover your face. Yeonjun quickly exchanged his goodbyes with the man and lead you finally to the table where you could take a deep breath. As soon as you settled into the chair next to Soobin, Yeonjun began to apologize in a hushed voice.

“I’m so sorry, I really didn’t think that he would say anything like that. You know that you’re amazing, though, right? I don’t want you to ever believe that I’m not proud of you, or you aren’t amazing because you aren’t an idol. I love how hard you work at school, I love that you aren’t busy with all the stupid idol things that I have to do. You’re such a positive light in my life, such an amazing person. I’m so happy that I know you. Seriously, I can’t imagine not knowing you. You know I love you, right? So much.” Your heart swelled, pumping so rapidly that it felt like it might fall out of your chest. All of the tension you’d felt during the conversation was completely gone, replaced by a pleasant buzz of happiness that only Yeonjun could provide you with. Despite the business within the restaurant, it felt as if you were in your own little bubble with Yeonjun alone, focused only on the gentle cadence of his voice and the steady heat radiating off of his body. His eyes were soft and round even under the concentrated eye makeup you’d helped him apply before leaving your apartment as he watched you carefully.

“I know, and I love you too,” a smile split your face before you could stop it, straining the muscles in your cheeks until they stung.

“Trust me, Y/N. We all know.” Taehyun laughed, causing the other three to nod in agreement.

“Seriously, he literally talks about how much he loves you all the time. Sometimes even in his sleep he’s asking where you are-”

“Hey! Stop it, you little-” Yeonjun growled, sending a menacing look toward Taehyun.

“No! Keep it coming, tell me more,” happy to encourage the teasing of your boyfriend, you leaned back in your chair and picked at the shared plate of fries that had appeared in the middle of the table at some moment.

“Oh, there was that one time we were in the studio and we couldn’t find him anywhere, like we even sent managers out to find him and everything and it turned out he got caught up talking with some random lady outside about you because he saw her carrying a bag you’d like.” Beomgyu offered, eyes sparkling at the chance to make fun of Yeonjun freely.

“Or the time when we were trying to film an episode of TO DO and he kept checking his phone because he was waiting for you to send a good morning text. The stylists were so mad that he refused to take his phone out of his pocket and they had to give him a top that would cover them.” Soobin jumped in this time, grinning just as wide as you were at the realization that Yeonjun was much more whipped for you than you’d ever estimated.

“And lets not forget literally any time we have extra time at the dorm and want to watch a movie or play a game. He literally always asks if he can invite you. At one point it was like nine days straight and when we said we’d rather not have a guest he pouted in his room instead of playing with us.” Your eyes grew wide with recognition at the story, as you remembered the exact time Soobin was referring to. You had, quite honestly, grown tired of visiting the dorm every single night after class but you did it anyway for the sake of spending time with Yeonjun.

“Did you guys know that he came to my apartment that night and complained that you were being mean to him?” Yeonjun whined loudly at your words, burying his flaming face into his own hands and letting out a defeated groan. He knew it was all true, and he was no stranger to admitting his attachment to you, but hearing it all at once made him shy.

“It’s okay, Junnie. You know I love how whipped you are for me,” you teased, rubbing the nape of his neck with delicate fingers in an attempt to get his head off of the table.

“I am not whipped!” He protests, sitting back up and trying his best to glare at you and his members. His face was still tinged with red, evidence of being caught in a lie.

‘If you’re not whipped, then what would you call it, hyung?” Hueningkai questioned, taking a poignant sip of his drink all while keeping his gaze locked onto Yeonjun. The entire table, sans Yeonjun, snickered together as he opened and closed his mouth in quick succession, trying to find the right words.

“I’m not whipped. I’m just...fond.”

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the world in her arms

(i don’t own this gif or characters used in this fic)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you and natasha have always had quite a flirty and sarcastic relationship. both of you develop feelings for one another but you both are clueless to what the other feels until nat gets jealous and says something hurtful to you. will you make up (or out)?

warnings: minor angst, fluff, swearing, and a mention of death.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: omg thank you so much for 57 followers love you all 💕. sorry for the lack of content i didn’t know what to write and had almost no new ideas. also i’m a youngin and worked my first 8 hr day yesterday so your girl was exhausted and i have finals coming up soon. k thank you for coming to my ted talk, enjoy!

also this song doesn’t relate to the story at all but it’s underrated imo and also sorry for the weird pov changes throughout the story.

“Hey y/l/n! Where are you headed?” Natasha yells from the kitchen while I’m standing in the living room on our shared floor.

“Wouldn’t you like to know Nat.” I say with a smirk.

“Yeah matter of fact I would.” she retorts.

“Chill, I’m just headed to train some recruits with Clint. But don’t miss me too much, I'll be back in a few hours, Natty.” You blow a kiss her way, and she just rolls her eyes partially from the kiss and the use of her nickname but you see a faint pink tint sitting atop of her cheeks before she turns away.

I’ve been training these recruits with Clint for a couple hours and my session is nearing an end. Something I’ve picked up on today is how touchy and how dumb these recruits are acting just for me to correct their form. I don’t have time for this shit I think as this girl has me correct her jab form for what has to be the fifth time this hour.

Non readers pov

Natasha actually does start to miss you because of how bored she is due to the larger training room being occupied for these recruits. She heads down to see if you are wrapping up yet and see if you’d like to grab dinner with her somewhere. She arrives at the training room and heads to the back room where there is a large one way mirror. Natasha, having nothing better to do, watches Clint and yourself interact with these seemingly clueless recruits.

Minutes pass and Natasha honestly likes seeing your frustration every time a recruit asks you a stupid question or something you’d already answered for the hundredth time this session. That is until she sees this handsy recruit keep asking you to correct your form which she sees you fake a smile at and happily correct it. As if Natasha isn’t jealous already she sees you release a genuine large laugh at something a recruit says. Not being able to withstand witnessing anymore of this behavior from you directed towards anyone else except her. Natasha then storms off into the living room.

Readers pov

I was nearing the end of this session when a recruit comes up behind me and asks, “Soooo, is it true that you and Clint are like a thing?” he asks with no trace of humor or sarcasm on his face. I just bust out laughing because one, everyone or at least almost everyone who knows about The Avengers knows that I’m 100% only interested in women and two, CLINT? I mean he is a great guy and all but I’ll never forget the time I went into a diner to have breakfast with him and the waitress assumed he was my grandfather.

twenty long minutes later...

The living room is lively and everyone seems to strike up a conversation with one another. I decide to strike up a conversation with Natasha who is weirdly acting cold all of a sudden.

“Oh my god! You know what I just remembered the other day? My mom used to-“

“Shut up, y/n/n. I don’t care and I don’t think anyone does at the moment.” she exclaims with a small smirk thinking you’ll detect her harsh-morbid sarcasm.

“Oh.” you choke out, “It’s getting pretty late I-I better head to bed” my voice cracks as I mutter a small, ‘asshole’ agony laced in my voice blinking the hot tears away. I start walking towards my room but it slowly turns into a jog, then sprint. Anything to get to my room and release my sadness.

Non readers pov

The room is frozen. Everyone is staring at Natasha.

“I care.” Wanda states heading to your room because she knows you shouldn’t be alone right now.

“Jesus Nat, that was awful. You know you’ve fucked you when even I say it’s bad. Poor girl’s mom passed when she was around 10.” Tony deadpans.

“Oh my god, what have I done?” Nat says burying her head into her hands.

“I’m not too sure how you’re gonna get out of this one Nat, but you’ve gotta fix this.” Sam says.

Wanda reaches your room and hears loud yet muffled sobs while standing in the hallway. She can feel your grief rippling through her body. The only heartache she can relate to is the moment she lost Pietro which is more than an average person should feel. She knocks on the door softly yet hard enough to alert you of her presence.

Readers pov

I hear three soft knocks on the door. I quickly silence my cries and assume it is Nat. I then clear my throat as the knocking continues and muster up enough energy to speak,

“Go away” into my pillow loudly. The knocking stops but I don’t hear anyone walk away just yet.

“Y/n/n, it’s Wanda. Can you let me in please, so we can talk?” she asks, I stand up while groaning and walk towards the door. I unlock it and open it just a crack to make sure she is alone and not with a certain someone. It is pretty short-lived as Wanda pushes the door open the rest of the way.

“Oh hon, I’m sorry.” She says as she wraps me into a tight hug after closing the door behind her. I crumble into her embrace as she rubs small circles on my back. Wanda has always been such a calming figure in my life since I met her, a major part being that she can feel almost all of my anxieties that try to drown me throughout a day. She also knows how it feels to be alone which allows her to relate to my feelings, so she knows just how much missing someone who is gone for eternity hurts.

We hug for what feels like minutes but when I take a quick glance outside my window it is dark out.

“Is it true?” I rasp.

“What?” she counters.

“Y’know that no one cares. All I wanted to do was share a memory that I remembered of myself with my mom and as you know it isn’t too often that I remember these types of things and when I do I love sharing them, so she won’t ever be forgotten. It just hurts so much to be shut down talking about something you truly care about by someone you care about.” I explain while Wanda looks at me with the softest eyes I’ve ever seen while nodding her head slightly.

“Now that is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. I care and everyone in this compound cares about what you have to say as well as what you are feeling. You know how Natasha can be sometimes with the insensitive comments she makes before realizing what she’s doing.”

“I know but that doesn’t give her the right to j-just say stuff like that. I get how full our relationship is with banter and sarcastic comments but I really thought she was starting to like me.” I frown as Wanda just nods. That’s when exhaustion hits me like a truck.

“Wands, before I ask you this just know you can decline.” I give her a minute to protest, but she says nothing. ” Can you sleep with me?” Wanda’s eyes widen,

”Y/n/n I don’t think that is a good id-“ I realize what I just said and cut her off before things get even more uncomfortable. “Nonono, Wanda, like lay down with me not any of that gross stuff. Ew.” Wanda’s features fill with relief, and she chuckles at my childish comment about sex.

“Of course I will! You just may want to word it a little different next time.” she chuckles as you hide your face with embarrassment. We both get settled on the bed and I feel her two arms pull me towards her and I snuggle closer.

Non readers pov

Wanda slowly gets out of bed after she is sure you are fast asleep and sets off to find Nat. When she does she sees that Nat had barely moved from where she last saw her still with her face in her hands.

“Nat. I know you think you really screwed up, which you did, but it’s y/n/n. You can’t go on without telling her how you feel about her.”

“Wanda, you can’t just look in my mind! We’ve talked about this!”

“Romanoff you know I’m one to keep my promises, so I’d never look without your permission. Maybe if you turned down the volume of your thoughts a few decibels I wouldn’t have heard anything. Also, are you ready that oblivious to the fact the whole team knows you two are like little lovesick puppies for one another when you two aren’t attached by the hip.” she explains, “Now, stop moping around and apologize at least.”

“You’re right, Wands, wish me luck. I hope she can forgive me.”

Natasha gets up and races towards your room. She didn’t want to wait so long to talk to you and apologize, but she thought you wouldn’t want to speak to her after what she’d said.

Similarly, to Wanda’s entrance, Natasha softly knocks on your door enough to wake you even out of your semi-deep sleep.

Readers pov

I jump at the knocks on the door and am confused to see Wanda is no longer beside me.

“Wanda you don’t have to knock, you know that.” I sigh out.

“It isn’t Wanda.” a voice you are able to recognize as Nat sheepishly speaks.

“Oh, what do you need?” I ask, all the heartbreak and ache coming back when I hear the voice I’m usually excited to listen to, as if her speech is my favorite song.

“Can we talk? I need to apologize.”

“Sure,” I softly reply.

Non readers pov

Nat opens the door once she has your permission and sees your usual strong, confident frame look small and fragile. Her heart breaks at the sight of you so broken and in pain because of her own actions. Not to mention your tear stained cheeks when you look towards her. It is silent for a minute or so before you throw your head back onto your pillow staring at the ceiling. This awakens something in Natasha for an unknown reason.

Readers pov

“Y/n, I am so sorry. I know that sorry doesn’t cut it for the amount of hurt I’ve caused you all because I was jealous but I hope we can rebuild what we had but it totally is okay if you don’t want to even though I would love another chance with yo-“

“Nat, calm down. I’m not going to sit here and say I’m fine with what you said because truth be told I love sharing memories of my family when I remember them with you. Not only because I trust you but because I think I care for you and love you more than friends should. I just hope what you said is meaningless or else that is when we can’t rebuild what we had.”

“No y/n/n, I didn’t mean any of it. It was just in the heat of the moment because I saw you laughing at something a recruit said when I was going to ask you if you wanted to go get dinner with me. So, I stormed off like a child and said hurtful things to mask my selfishness because I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Oh my god Nat. You can’t be serious, I was laughing at something a recruit said because he assumed Clint and I were going out.” Nat bursts out laughing.

“See? Anyone who was told that who knew me would just die of laughter on the spot.” I say as I glance her way while patting the place beside me on my bed. She accepts.

“So you actually like me?” you hopefully ask.

“Possibly depending on if those feelings are reciprocated.”

“They are.” I say.

“Good. Can I also say how sorry I am for saying that to-“ I cut her off but placing a quick peck to her soft lips.

“Uh, uh, uh” I tut, “I don’t want to hear any more apologies come out of that mouth. Could you just hold me?” Natasha is still dumbfounded by the little kiss.

“Of course.” Nat complies pressing your back to her front as she wraps her long toned arms around your frame. I hum at the contact.

At this moment Nat realizes there is no place she’d rather be as she feels like she has the world in her arms.

#natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #Spotify

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Alphabet boy (m) Part 2.

Pairing: Namjoon X reader

Rating: M

Genre: Tiny bit of yandere lots of angst

Warnings: Aggressive Namjoon, Manipulative Namjoon, Toxic relationship, some tiny slight abuse. !Namjoon is a jerk!

Summary: He was good at everything and wasn’t afraid to remind you of it again.

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Part 1.

it was a new year, new times with new beginnings. to say you were excited for college would be an understatement. you successfully got into the best university out there, but you didn’t get into it alone Namjoon was by your side through the begging and to now.

“Hey, honey.” Namjoon pulled the seat next to you out, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Hi.” You whispered back eyes lighting up at the sight of your boyfriend.

Namjoon smiled at you before pulling out his textbooks.

Honestly, a part of you still couldn’t believe that you were dating Namjoon The Kim Namjoon, your arch nemeses, your childhood best friend/enemy. Nobody would have seen this coming.

But Namjoon did, he was so confident that you would say yes when he asked you out on a date and he had every right to be because you said yes, after mentally freaking out for a good two weeks.

But Jin’s wise words led you to your final decision “You know what they say about hate relationships, it turns into passionate love. Go get that man sis.” and now here you are seven months strong with Kim Namjoon.

The benefits of being his girlfriend were much better than being his enemy. He is a sweetheart to you, so kind that you thought he was mentally sick and almost backed out of the relationship. He also spoils you so much, whatever you want? he gets it for you, oh so your cold and lonely at night? He’s up and on his way to cuddle you, somebody said something not so nice about your outfit? On his way to get them kicked out of the school.

You're Namjoon’s most prized possession, You're his little doll and he will do anything and everything to keep you happy.

but half of you should have known that the past is still there.. that his old ways are still there, his need to remind you that he’s better, smarter, perfect, was still there lying beneath the surface just waiting to show up again.

and sadly it did.

”You know y/n I thought you left your idiotic childish ways back in high school, don’t you think it’s time to grow the fuck up now?” His words hit you like a truck making you stop in your tracks.

today wasn’t a good day, it was a bad day, a very very very bad day for you, and all you wanted all you needed was your loving boyfriend to be with you. he didn’t have to hold you, or stick to you like glue, just being in the same room would be enough for you but that was too much for him.

“Namjoon I just want to spend time with you...why are you being like this?” You were honestly confused everything was fine this morning it was all soft and pretty, you guys went on your every morning coffee date at the cafe before school started, then you walked to school while holding hands kissing each other goodbye when classes started. later you two met up for your library date during break.

has the honeymoon faves ended?

“Because you are so annoying and pathetic and you want attention twenty-four seven y/n!” Namjoon was annoyed he was frustrated about something and he snapped when you walked in the room after he purposely denied all of your calls, he thought you would take the hint and leave him alone for a bit, but you didn’t so now he’s doing the only thing he can do. he’s letting all his anger and frustration out on you.

Namjoon stared at you as your face started to heat up and the tears came to the surface, you thought he would realize what he said was wrong what he was doing was wrong but no he shot more bullets.

“You honestly can’t function without me isn’t that right doll?” He smirked walking towards you as you took a step back avoiding eye contact.

“It’s okay doll, It’s okay that you can’t do anything without me, that you depend on me, that without me you would be absolutely nothing. But right now since I’m being nice let me help you make a wise decision, a very smart one and you being my good girl will listen. alright?”

He brought his hand out patting your head ignoring your flinch.

“Right now you are going to turn back around, leave this room and leave me the fuck alone.” Namjoon grabbed the back of your head yanking your hair making you look up at him in his eyes.

you cried.

This wasn’t your Namjoon, this wasn’t your sweet boyfriend.

this was the monster you hated.

“Well? What are you waiting for? go.” he pushed you forward towards the door making you lose your step but you caught yourself and without looking back you left letting the door slam right behind you.

“Apples aren't an always appropriate apologies”

You came back, you didn’t want to but you had to this was your home too, you were now regretting getting a shared apartment with him.

when you arrived back home it was late, Namjoon was fast asleep on the couch he was waiting for you but fell asleep while doing it all his worrying drained him out.

but you weren’t so easy to forgive someone you never were and Namjoon knew that

that’s why he’s currently crying in front of the guest room door, the room you haven’t left ever since your return.

“Baby, I’m so so so sorry.” Namjoon choked on his tears his hand touching the door an apple in the other.

“I know you are upset with me and you have every right to be, you do. Shit even I’m upset with myself. What I said was wrong what I did was wrong and my anger was no excuse to act that way towards you.”

During his little speech, you shed some tears with the memories of yesterday rushing back to you.

“You are angry with me and that’s okay but please accept this apple. You have to eat y/n.”

“Butterscotch and bubblegum drops are bittersweet to me”

It’s been three days, three days and you still haven’t accepted Namjoon’s apology but you did go back to your shared room and went back to having breakfast lunch, and diner with him, even though you didn’t let him touch you and you only responded with humms and the nod of your head it was still progress

“Here, drink this.” Namjoon handed you the coffee cup. you two were at your lovely cafe on a Monday morning right before classes. You gave a smile as you grabbed your cub and started making your way out of the cafe and towards the school’s building that was down the street.

As Namjoon talked about one of his classes that he was in you took a sip of your coffee

Butterscotch

“And I said that he can’t put those two together because they wouldn’t contrast.” Namjoon chuckled as he grabbed your hand swinging it back and forth a smile on his face looking over at you. “You okay doll?” He asked smile slowly fading. You quickly shook your head a fake smile on your face to ease his worry

you honestly didn’t have time for an upset Namjoon on your hands

you were just so tired.

his smile recovered and he kissed your cheek “good.”

“Well, we are here now, our library date at our usual table at three pm?” Namjoon asked and you nodded. “Good. oh and I picked up some chapstick for you, I know how much you love the cute little flavored ones.”

Namjoon digging in his pocket pulling out a chapstick and it made you forget about the Butterscotch coffee as he placed it in your hand. “Thank you Namjoon.” You smiled not looking down at the Chapstick but up at him.

“No problem, get inside class is about to start.”

A smile was on your face as you walked inside finally taking a look at the chapstick in your hands

you halted in your steps and your smile dropped

Bubblegum.

“You call me a child while you keep counting all your coins”

“Honestly y/n can you just STOP!” Namjoon snapped cutting you off mid-question.

“Stop? stop what Namjoon? What am I doing?” You were so confused his mood did a whole 360 shocking you.

“You are being annoying.” he spoke rubbing his hand on his face expressing his tiredness looking at you with annoyed eyes.

“Annoying? how am I being annoying?” You stood there in front of him holding eye contact with your arms crossed.

Namjoon looked at you like you were stupid

“Really? we’re gonna play that game now are we? The “Let’s ask stupid questions” game?” You took a step back thinking about how this all took a turn for the worse.

You were just sitting in the living room reading your book as Namjoon came out of the bathroom dressed up nicely ready to leave. you asked him where he was going...he ignored you so you asked again and again and again

until he snapped.

“I was no-” He cut you off.

“Yes you were y/n you were being annoying!”

“I was asking a simple question maybe if you didn’t ignore me-”

“God! Why does it matter where I am going huh! Why is it any of your business y/n!”

“Because I’m your fucking girlfriend Kim Namjoon!”

The room went silent

Namjoon laughed

he laughed

“No honey, you are not my girlfriend you are a child because that’s what you are acting like right now.” He said amused with this whole situation while you were now the annoyed one

“I am NOT a child Namjoon!” You cried at your breaking point. It was pathetic really how easily you cried. But you couldn’t help it.

Namjoon stopped he took a deep breath in as he saw your tears. He walked over to you gently placing both of his hands on either side of your face wiping your tears.

“Are you sure about that y/n? because you are crying like one right now.” He chuckled and you were shocked into silence. “Ok, how about this y/n I’m gonna go and you stay home and be a good doll for me? Let’s end this stupid useless conversation.”

“no.”

“No?” Namjoon repeated raising his eyebrow.

You took a step back shaking your head as Namjoon dropped his hands to his side annoyed that you won’t let this end.

“No namjoon I don’t have to listen to anything you say, I am my own person I am not dumb, I am not stupid, And if i don’t want to let shit slide and get over it I won’t.”

“Grate amazing you are finally speaking up for yourself do that at a different time.” He rolled his eyes making you more annoyed more fed up. “Namjoon it seems like you don’t care about my feelings like you never ever cared at all.” You threw your hands up moving away from him now he was the one that was following you around.

“What do you mean I never cared? That’s all I ever did through this whole relationship, I cared for, I looked after you, I helped you. You are just too much of a stupid spoiled brat see that shit.”

“Shut up Namjoon, god can you stop playing the victim card for once.” You snapped back turning on your heels.

“Your seriously acting up after everything i did for you everything I’ve been doing for you? Things your own daddy wouldn’t do for you?”

“But you're not my daddy and I'm not your dolly, I don’t have to listen shit you say anymore and I don’t need you.”

it was silent

dead silent

besides your heavy breathing along with Namjoons

“oh...is that so?” he asked glaring at you.

“Yes...it is so.” You responded back with the same energy.

“Than I guess you should leave?” He crossed his arms staring at you.

“I guess I will.” You chuckled looking away from him.

and that’s how it ended, the passionate love you both had for each other turned back into hate, more hate there than there was before.

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A/n: I know that this was so quick to publish but i got so excited with how good part one turned out to be so I couldn’t help myself to write up part two and quickly publish it. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED ITTT!!! new readers let me know if you want to be apart of the Melaine Martinez tag list series

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