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ultralightpoe · 6 months

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Mini Me - Bucky Barnes

Authors Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Word Count: 956

Warnings: none

Description: Small halloween blurb. - reader is a single mother

This is apart of my Halloween event, stay tuned for a new story every hour!

Happy Halloween!

Being normal was hard.

Not that Bucky had ever thought any of this would be easy, leaving the history of the winter soldier behind was going to be impossible, but he was going to give it a shot.

He got an apartment and a nice bedframe………that he kept empty and chose to sleep on the floor since it seemed to help with the anxiety of it all. It’s what he knew.

He got a therapist……. That he often lied to.

But as much as he panicked about not being able to blend in and not being able to catch up, there were some things that Bucky found he liked about his new life.

The absolute biggest being the wonderful woman that lived across the hall from him with her small daughter. The two people in this building that had actually made him feel like a human being after years of torture and misery.

He remembers the first day he met you both, when he had first moved in and you had welcomed him with a welcome basket that your daughter refused to let you hold. It was too heavy for her to carry and she obviously struggled to hold it up, the smile on her face more of a grimace that showed her missing tooth. When you went to help her she cried out and moved away which made you pull back quickly and look at him with an apologizing look.

You had invited him to breakfast, he had not gone until a couple months later when you both invited him again and the beating in his heart absolutely demanded he go.

Now he was here, pacing back and forth in his apartment dressed and ready to go as he waits until he hears you two leave your apartment.

This would be his first halloween he would see in the new world, and you had both done him the honor of inviting him to go trick or treating with you. And he was so excited, though it was too late to come up with a really cool costume he had managed to snag a pirate costume from a place called Spirit Halloween at the last moment and he was really hoping you both liked it.

He finally hears y/d rustling about out in the hall and takes a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down before he opens his front door slowly and finds you both standing in the middle of the hall waiting with big smiles on your faces.

His eyes meet your own, dressed as an old witch, and he can’t fight the blush that fills his cheeks before he looks down to the young one and his heart completely stops.

She is barely containing her own excitement, your hands on her shoulders the only thing keeping her still as Bucky looks at the winter soldier costume she had made. The silver arm made him smile.

“She wanted to go as her hero.” You smile and he can do nothing but nod with a large smile on his face.

“I am completely honored.”

“LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO!” Y/d screams, escaping your hands and dashing to him where he easily catches her with his flesh arm.

“Trick or treating?” He asks, looking to you as you shake your head.

“Too early. Dinner first.”

Multiple people had stopped by your table at dinner to compliment the family costumes, and by the time you had all eaten and it was time to trick or treat y/d had a firm hold on his hand, allowing him to lift her every so often to make sure she didn’t trip as you both took him door to door.

He was having the absolute time of his life.

But finally the night was coming to an end and he held two fulls bags of candy in his metal arm and carried Y/d in his other arm from where she fell asleep in his arms. Her cheek smushed against his shoulder, some of the eyeliner from the winter soldier swiping on the fabric of his own costume.

“I can carry something-” You offer once more before he shakes his head.

“I’ve got it.” You nod at his answer, walking beside him. Truth was he was so incredibly happy that you let him hold your daughter, that you trusted him enough to carry her. And his heart practically melted when he realized your daughter trusted him enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. “Thank you for inviting me, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you for coming with us. We both had a wonderful time.”

“So did I.” You were both getting to the entrance of the building and Bucky cringes as a loud horn blasts and he can only hope it doesn’t wake his mini me up. “Would you…. Maybe ever consider getting dinner sometime?”

His voice is tight and he feels like he is about to melt at how hot his skin is. You smile sweetly as you watch him before tilting your head.

“We have dinner and breakfast every week, Buck.”

He can’t stop the nerves, cringing at his own awkwardness. “I…. well I meant like a- okay well- It’s just-”

“I would love to go on a date.” You whisper, leaning forward to plant a small kiss on the corner of his lips and he can’t help but smile. “Y/d has been trying to convince me to marry you for weeks now.”

“I knew I loved her for a reason.” Bucky laughs, looking down to where the girl is actively snoring.

Overall his first halloween with you guys was a great one, and he could not wait for next year as well.

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 1 year

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Step 3 : Don't Spend Time Alone (L.MH)

Word Count : 4.5k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, brief mention of alcohol, mention of a breakup, y/n is an idiot

She stared at the table set for two in front of her, Minho’s words slowly processing in her mind. The candle burned slowly, the ice in the bucket holding the champagne began to melt, but they both just stood staring at each other.

After months of her inviting other people to all the plans he made for just them two, he finally had her alone. He had to trick her, lie to her, to get her here alone, but he knew it would be worth it. He knew she would forgive him once she realized what this was.

She had tried so hard not to feel the feelings bubbling in her chest. Tried to avoid the inevitable fall. Tried to change the trajectory of her life, of where her heart would land. Hoping that avoiding being with him alone would help her heart remember that he was her best friend, nothing more.

But his affection still came in the form of gentle touches and heartfelt compliments whispered in her ear. Smiles meant just for her, his eyes following her every move. It gave her hope, hope she would crush with her own insecurities.

She tried to brush it off as the heartbreak she was feeling in the form of a break up she never saw coming.

“He broke up with me.” Her voice was tired and broken. Minho immediately took her into his arms, holding her as close as he could, telling her to let it all out. Whispering soft reminders to breathe when he could tell it was becoming too much. In between sobs, she explained what happened in broken sentences only Minho would understand. “No reason. Just bye.”

Minho had trusted Seonghwa, befriended Seonghwa. He had introduced Seonghwa to his best friend, played wingman. He was in love with her, but he still set her up with someone else. Someone he trusted to care for her, to keep her heart safe. And now here she was, almost two years later, sobbing in his arms.

Seonghwa had been acting off, he remembered her mentioning a week previous. But Minho chalked it up to him getting ready to propose, Seonghwa asking for his help in picking out the perfect ring.

He had waited for the excited phone call from his best friend, the millions of pictures of the ring, but it never came. An apology text from Seonghwa came seconds before she burst into his apartment, leading them to where they are now; standing near the door, holding each other as if the other would disappear once they let go.

He wondered what had Seonghwa changing his mind so drastically. From wanting to spend the rest of his life with her, to not wanting to be with her at all. But a part of him was happy. Not at the sight of his best friend’s tears, or the sound of her choked sobs and incoherent sentences. But at the second chance he was gifted.

“Are we just going to stare at each other all night, or are we actually going to eat?” Minho had broken the silence, teasing her just like he always did. As if nothing had changed, as if fancy candlelit dinners were apart of their everyday life. “I know that I’m handsome, but I really am hungry.”

She had to be going insane. Hallucinating or dreaming, she wasn’t sure. But this couldn’t be real. She spent so long avoiding this, finding comfort in their other friends, inviting them to every single outing she had with Minho. And still, she ends up alone with him, romance surrounding them, drowning them, suffocating her with the scent of the candle. And she dread the moment this would all be taken away with his words of friendship.

“Please come with us!” She pleaded with Felix, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, hoping he was similar to Minho in the way he couldn’t say no when she pouted. Minho had planned a trip to Lotte World for the two of them, and she had quickly agreed to it, but as the day inched closer, she began to regret ever saying yes.

He was her best friend, had been for as long as she could remember. Their childhood was spent attached to each other’s hip, barely seen without each other. They slowly drifted apart as they got older, but never for too long. New friends, new interests, significant others. They had been through it all together, life was ever changing, but the one constant was each other.

That’s why when she realized her heart beat a little faster around Minho, realized she dressed a little better when they were hanging out, realizing she wanted him to see her in a different light, she tried to do everything she could to stop it. Minho was her lifelong friend, someone that has been by her side longer than anyone else and losing him would be like losing apart of herself.

“I’m pretty sure he meant for the trip to just be the two of you, Y/n.” Felix sighed, removing her hands from his arms. He knew why she was acting like this, desperately trying not to spend time with Minho alone, but he also knew that Minho would get fed up quite quickly if their plans were always changed to group outings.

“But who could say no to a group trip to Lotte World?!” It was hard to say no to Y/n, that was one thing al the boys quickly learned. They would tease Minho for giving into her so easily, but they all did it too. She made good points to bring you to her side, would look up at you with these eyes that just screamed adorable, and it had all eight of them giving in every single time.

“You know he’s going to get fed up one of these days.”

“He won’t. He loves hanging out with his friends.” Felix had wondered how she could be so blind to Minho’s feelings. He gave her the benefit of the doubt at first, seeing how smitten she was with her now ex boyfriend, but Seonghwa wasn’t around anymore. And Minho was still just as obvious.

“Fine. But this is the last time. You’re going to have to talk to him eventually.” They both knew it wasn’t the last time. She asks them to jump, they all ask how high.

“I figured a group trip would be more fun!” She exclaimed when their other friends met them at the entrance. The boys could see the clear disappointment on Minho’s face, but he just smile at her.

“I was actually thinking about that. The more the merrier and all that.” Jisung had to hold back a laugh at the sad attempt Minho had made to make it seem like this is what he wanted the whole time. Hyunjin had quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, telling him to be quiet as they nine of them headed in.

“We’ll try to sneak off and give you two some alone time.” Chan whispered into Minho’s ear, but Minho just shook his head.

“If she wanted to be with me, she wouldn’t have invited you all out. So don’t worry about it.” Minho had the entire day planned. What ride to go on when, what food to get, taking pictures in matching headbands, and finally a confession.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his fingers coming into contact with the rectangular box he was going to use for his confession. The necklace he had bought so long ago, the one that reminded him of her every single time he looked at it, lay inside, not to see the light of day. Again. Minho would just mark this as another failed confession.

That same necklace was hidden away in its box that sat on the table. He had been trying for months to confess to her, planning elaborate dates he knew she always wanted to go on. Date ideas he had given Seonghwa while the two were together, but he had not used one.

Lotte World, picnics, aquariums. He even took her on a weekend road trip and took her on a hike where they found a secluded waterfall. It would have been absolutely perfect had it not been for Changbin and Hyunjin tagging along. They took a separate car, leaving Minho alone with her for the drive, but she had spent the drive on facetime with Hyunjin so no one would miss out on anything.

“There aren’t enough chairs for everyone.” She finally spoke, her voice a lot softer than she had intended. Minho would find her obliviousness annoying if she wasn’t so cute.

“No one else is coming.” He admitted. “Please just sit down so we can eat. I worked really hard on this.” This was his final attempt. One last try before he gave up. A homecooked meal surrounded with romance. A candle lit in the center of the table, flower petals leading from the doorway to the table. He had debated adding a heart in flower petals on the floor around the table, but he thought that was too much, but now he’s thinking it might have been the one piece missing.

“But you said-“

“I lied! I lied so you wouldn’t invite them so I could finally get you alone. Don’t get me wrong, I adore our friends, but it’s been months since I’ve had you to myself and honestly, I’m going insane.” He took a deep breath before he continued. “If you don’t like me, just say that! You don’t need to invite our friends to all our outings as a way to soften the blow. I’m a big boy, I can handle rejection.”

“What?” Minho looked up at her, his eyes softening when he saw the confusion in her eyes.

“I’m in love with you and I’ve been trying to tell you for months.” She was stunned, her mouth going dry. She was sure now that this was a dream, convinced that this wasn’t happening, she wasn’t this lucky.

“What?” Minho chuckled, shaking his head. She’s so cute, he thought to himself. How could one person be so cute?

“I kept asking you out, but the group of dumbasses kept showing up.” He loved his friends, he did, and they knew he did, but they also knew Y/n wasn’t just a friend. She wasn’t just a best friend to him, and they knew he had been trying to tell her, but she’s so convincing when she wants to be.

“So Lotte World-“

“A date.”

“The aquarium?”

Minho was pacing at the entrance, his fingers fiddling with the box inside his pocket. He was going over what he was going to say in his mind, the words he wanted to say, the feelings he wanted to convey. And when he saw her approaching him, wearing a simple sundress, the most beautiful smile on her face, everything fell into place.

He knew exactly what he was going to say, the words coming to him like the lyrics of his favourite song. In the tunnel, he was going to grab her hands, tell her everything he’s held back. The love he masked with friendship. “You look beautiful.” He was awestruck as he took in all of her.

“Well thanks Minho. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” Record scratch. Glass shattering. He turned to see Jisung standing beside Y/n, a teasing smile on his face. Beside Jisung was Seungmin who looked like he was dragged here against his will.

“I was with Jisung and Seungmin earlier so I figured I’d invite them. That’s okay with you, right?” She was in fact not with Jisung or Seungmin earlier that day. She had called Seungmin in a panic, talking a millions words a second as she went over thousands of excuses to cancel. Seungmin was with Jisung and they agreed to go with her if it made her feel more comfortable, despite both of them knowing Minho’s well thought out plan.

Minho would just have to try again. “Of course.”

“Date.”

“All the picnics?”

It almost became a tradition with how often he invited her out for a picnic on the nicest day of the week. The other ideas were draining his wallet, not that he minded. He would spend his last cent on her if it meant finally getting out of this limbo of friendship and relationship.

The others kept showing up, having been invited each time by Y/n herself. But he thought that since they were popular spots of friends as well as couples she figured it was meant to be another group hang out. But picnics? Those were romantic. They screamed date. And yet, the others would still show up.

But he kept trying, hoping she would get the hint. The way he only asked her, insinuating that it would be just the two of them. The way each picnic was filled with only her favourite foods, enough for only two.

This would be the time, he thought to himself. She will show up alone and see how romantically he had set up this picnic, and he will finally confess, placing the necklace he’s been carrying around for months around her neck, where it belonged.

He double checked the set up as it neared the time she was meant to show up. The blanket laid out under a tree, the basket in the center showcasing all her favourites. He splurged this time, buying her favourite cake on his way. And the necklace was in his sweater pocket that he only brought to let her wear when the slight breeze made her shiver. He would let her find the necklace herself and when she did, he would confess.

It was perfect, he thought. Straight out of a romance novel, one that she read from time to time, swooning at how sweet the main character is to the girl. How she wished someone would go to the efforts he did for her. Today she would finally see that Minho would. He would do anything to make her happy.

But then he heard the familiar laughter of the maknae and his heart sank. Was she actually this oblivious or was she trying to reject him? He would have to try again.

“Dates.” He chuckled.

“The road trip?”

He had the entire weekend planned, knew exactly where to go after spending week after week looking for the perfect place when he finally stumbled upon a hiking trail leading to a secluded waterfall. Almost as if it was straight out of a fairytale. It would be the perfect place to confess.

He waited outside her apartment in his car, smiling to himself as he thought of the fact that he finally had her to himself. All it took was a road trip to a destination only he knew, though she didn’t have to know it wasn’t spontaneous.

When the door opened and he saw her struggling with her bags, he jumped into action, exiting the car, and rushing to her side. “We’re only leaving for the weekend, how much did you pack?” He teased, taking all the bags from her.

“A lot can happen in one weekend, Minho.” She explained before sticking her tongue out at him. He knew a lot could happen, a lot could change. And he was hoping it would. Hoping they’d leave as friends but return as a couple.

“Yeah.” He agreed with a small smile. A smile that quickly disappeared when a car pulled up behind his, two familiar faces greeting him as they stepped out.

“Looks like we’re just on time.” Changin said at the same time Hyunjin spoke.

“Did you pack your entire apartment?”

“A lot can happen in one weekend, Hyunjin!” She called back, sticking her tongue out just as she did with Minho minutes previous. He truly was just a friend to her, he noticed. She didn’t treat him any differently than the others, and that hurt just a little.

But he remembered that she treated Seonghwa as a friend despite harboring romantic feelings for him, hoping he wouldn’t catch on. Remembered she was just as oblivious to Seonghwa’s feelings as she was to his own. And it’s what kept him going.

“Follow close so you don’t get lost.” Minho said as he closed the trunk after placing her bags with his. “Would be such a shame if you were to get lost.” Changbin and Hyunjin could hear the sarcasm, hear the way he emphasized the get lost, but Y/n was clueless, smiling as she got into the passenger seat of Minho’s car.

They had been driving for hours, sunset was closing in, and Minho was getting more and more annoyed at the two boys trailing them. Changbin had really meant to get lost on purpose, taking a wrong turn, or missing a turn, giving Minho the alone time he so desired, but Y/n and Hyunjin were on facetime together, and every time Changbin would fuck up the directions, Y/n would make Minho pull over as she directed them to their location.

Eventually they pulled into a parking lot for a motel, all agreeing it was time for a rest. Minho knew the trail was walking distance from this motel. He still had a chance to see the waterfall with her, confess to her, but he’d have to be sneaky about it.

“I saw a hiking trail not too far back. We should walk it in the morning.” Changbin mentioned as they walked to the office. Minho just sighed as Y/n agreed with a smile, and Changbin could tell he fucked up by the defeated look on Minho’s face.

“We should probably get two rooms.” Hyunjin said. “I’ll room with Changbin since I’m riding with him.” Maybe it wasn’t the romantic waterfall Minho wanted to confess by, but he’s sure he could figure something out and confess before morning. He had the necklace, which was the most important part of his confession.

“I’ll talk to Hyunjin, and we can pretend to sleep in so you can take Y/n on the trail just the two of you.” Changbin whispered to Minho. But Minho shook his head, telling him it was fine. She would find a way to get the two to join them regardless, either by waking them up herself, or convincing Minho to wait for them. “You know it doesn’t have to be special, right? She’ll love it no matter what.”

He’s right. Minho knows that he’s right. Knows that he could just spring it on her in the moment, speaking from the heart without stopping, and she would find that just as romantic as all his failed plans. But he wanted it to be a moment to remember. Something they’ll look back on years from now, a story to tell their kids. If she accepts. That wasn't guaranteed, but Minho was hopeful.

“We should probably sleep early so we can be well rested for the hike tomorrow.” Y/n smiled as her and Minho entered their room. “I’ll take the couch.”

“Y/n, we’ve shared beds before. Just sleep in the bed with me.” Before. Before she felt butterflies when he looked at her a little too long. Before she felt her heart speed up every time she was with him. Before she realized that the reason Seonghwa had broken up with her was because he knew she could never love him the way she loved Minho.

But she agreed nonetheless, not wanting to explain to Minho that the thought of sharing a bed with him made her nervous. How was she to explain that all she wanted was to curl into him and kiss him goodnight before falling into dreamland?

The next morning came quicker than Minho would have liked. Sometime within the night, Y/n had wrapped herself around him, her head in his chest, one of her legs draped across his body, and her hands pressed against his body. He was woken up by this action, his heart speeding up as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as he could.

And he wanted to stay like that a little longer. Wanted to feel her this close for as long as he could, scared it would be the last time he could hold her. But she had woken up, apologized for being so close, and rushed into the bathroom.

Her heart was pounding so hard she had to splash cold water on her face just to calm down. She didn’t allow herself to think about how it was the best sleep she’s had in years. Or that Minho was already awake by the time she woke up, running his fingers through her hair as he studied her. If she thought too much about it, she’d delude herself into thinking that Minho was in love with her. And that would just break her heart.

“Okay listen. There’s a waterfall at the end of this trail that I want to confess to her at. So I’m going to need you two to fall behind and take your fucking time.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Okay I got water for everyone. Remember to stay hydrated. It’s supposed to be a hot one today.” Y/n said as she handed a bottle to everyone. Minho smiled as he looked at her, Changbin and Hyunjin exchanged looks as they saw the complete 180 Minho did, and they just hoped his plan would work so the pining would stop.

“We should wait for them to catch up.” Y/n said as they neared the end of the trail. They were so close yet so far, Minho thought to himself. Just a little further.

“We can wait for them at the end. No point waiting here when they’ll just fall behind again.” She looked up at him before looking behind them, still not seeing either of the boys, so she agreed.

Changbin and Hyunjin were hidden behind a tree as they waited for the two of them to continue ahead. They knew the end was close, so they agreed to just wait behind this tree for at least fifteen minutes before slowly making their way to the end, hoping that would leave Minho enough time to say his long awaited confession.

“Why is he trying so hard anyway?” Hyunjin asked.

“Because it’s Y/n.”

“It’s so pretty!” Y/n exclaimed once they made it to the end. “Definitely worth the hike.” Minho looked at her, watching the way she stared at the waterfall, a wide smile on her face, eyes flitting across the view that had Minho thinking of her when he first saw it.

“Breathtaking.” He whispered, his eyes not moving from her. She was his prettiest view after all. “Y/n, I have to tell you something.” She turned to face him, reassuring him he could tell her anything when she noticed he was nervous. His hand wrapped around the box in his pocket as he took a deep breath. “You know you’re my best friend but-“

“Whew what a view!” Changbin exclaimed as him and Hyunjin approached the couple. And he knew immediately they fucked up by the look on Minho’s face. “We’re tired though, so we’re going to head back first.”

“Let’s all head back. I’m getting hungry anyway.” Y/n said, glancing over to Minho. “You’re my best friend too, Min.” She told him softly before joining Hyunjin and Changbin, the latter of which gave Minho an apologetic look.

“I’ll do it eventually.” Minho reassured Changbin with a clap on his back, and the four of them headed back down the trail, talking about what they should do for lunch.

“I was going to confess at the waterfall.” Y/n’s face went red as she thought back on the past few months, all the plans Minho made with her that she invited other people on, not realizing he had been trying to ask her out this entire time. Too focused on trying not to let him realize her feelings, hiding them until she could get over them. “I figured the only way to get you alone was to lie to you.” He chuckled.

She remembered the way he asked her to dinner the other day. Don’t worry, I already invited the boys. He had quickly added with a smirk on his face. It was telling now that she looked back at it. “I’m an idiot.” She giggled to herself, finally taking the seat across from Minho. “I’m in love with you too, by the way.”

“Well that’s a relief. Otherwise this would have been a waste of money.” He slid the box containing the necklace over to her, watching as she hesitantly grabbed it and opened it. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was, tears welling up in her eyes at the memories this very necklace held.

“What the fuck, Minho. Where did you find this?” When they were younger, still in elementary and clueless to what love was, Minho had gifted her a necklace. It was homemade with beads he made his mom get under the impression it was for a school project, but she quickly came to the realization that her son had a crush when she saw him diligently place the beads on the string.

He picked out each bead, laying them next to the string so he could make changes if need be. It needed to be perfect, convey the feelings even he was confused by. He knew she would love it no matter what, she was a sucker for homemade gifts, but he wanted her to proudly wear it for years to come.

And she did. Wore it everyday until it snapped in middle school, leaving her a sobbing mess as she tried to pick up all the beads as Minho consoled her, telling her it was fine, it was just a silly necklace he made for her years ago.

“I had it custom made.” He answered. “I remember how upset you were when the one I made you broke. But this one is gold and should last forever.”

“Put it on me?” She asked, and Minho happily obliged, standing from his seat, and carefully clasping the necklace on her neck. It was finally where it belonged after months of being hidden away.

“You know I almost went out and bought beads to make you a new one the day it broke.” Minho confessed as he sat back down. “You just seemed so heartbroken when it broke and I wanted to make you happy again.”

“You make it sound like you’ve been in love with me since then.” She giggled.

“Because I have been.” He answered simply. “I didn’t know it then because I was a stupid boy, but looking back, I think I loved you the whole time.”

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starsandhughes · 9 months

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Chemical— Jack Hughes

based off chemical by post malone!

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warnings: swearing, overall angst, toxic relationship, allusions to smut, jack is NOT a good boy

word count: 1.7k (wow i wrote a “short” one for once! who am i?)

You told yourself that you were done with Jack. You two were toxic for each other. Half of the time, all you do is fight with each other. But the other half? That’s what made you stay.

The other half of your relationship with Jack is having fun and feeling relaxed at the same time at a party together. It was the dates on rooftops with your favorite wine as he drank his beer. It was how well he knows your body. It was how well he knew you and how good he could treat you. It was the “I’m sorry” daisies every time after a huge fight. It was the soft look in his eyes and his fingers tucking your hair behind your ear every time you apologized.

You love Jack. You shouldn’t, but you do. It didn’t matter how many rules you set up for yourself; the second you saw him, all of them flew out the window. It breaks you that you love him. But you need him. You need love.

If you were smarter, you wouldn’t have come to Dawson’s party. But you were a damn fool for Jack Hughes and just couldn’t help yourself.

“I thought you two were off again,” Dawson said as he came up to you with a drink when he saw you arrive.

“I never know what we are,” you sighed. “I told him last week was the last time—“

“So was the time before—“

“Shit, Dawson, don’t you think I know that?! I told him it was the last time for sure this time, but I don’t think he believes me.”

“Do you?” he asked.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p.’ “I love him, D, I really do. It was a stupid fight—“

“It’s always a stupid fight,” Dawson interrupted you. “What happened this time?”

— — —

Jack slammed the door of your apartment when he came in. He just got home— well, to your home, after his overtime win and instead of being happy like he normally is, he was raging.

“Everything alright, babe?” you asked cautiously.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me, y/n,” Jack spat.

“O-okay,” you stuttered. You weren’t sure what you did wrong this time. “What happened?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” Jack asked. His voice was venomous. You knew it was a trick.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Jack,” you said shakily.

“Really?” Jack scoffed. “You don’t know about that guy you were flirting with all night?! I saw you during the media breaks! Am I not good enough for you?! Is that it?!”

“What? Jack, that was my coworker! We were just talking! He knows I’m with you!” you argued.

“Yeah, because a girl having a boyfriend stops every guy,” Jack rolled his eyes. “This is so typical of you! All you do is deny, deny, deny!”

You were shocked, exasperated, and overall pissed off. This is typical of you? No. This is typical of Jack. He jumps to extreme conclusions and doesn’t trust you for shit. Now, you don’t exactly fully trust him, but you cower down when you don’t. No need to give Jack another reason to be angry. That’s love, right? It’s all you knew.

“I’m gonna go,” is what you chose to say. You didn’t know what to say, let alone how to say it.

“Go?!” Jack exclaimed, sounding panicked. “No, no, no, babe, you don’t have to do that. We’ll figure it out like we always do.”

He stepped closer to you and slowly brought his hand up to your face. He cupped your cheek and softly smiled a smile that you couldn’t tell if it was real or not, “We love each other. We can do anything.”

There was that word again. Love.

Was this really what it meant? Was it really nothing like the books or the movies? That couldn’t be true, because how else would those writers get those ideas? It had to have come from somewhere.

“No, this is the last time, Jacky,” you mumbled as you slowly backed away from here.

“Sure it is,” Jack scoffed. “Just like how last time was the last time?”

“I mean it this time!”

“Then why'd you call me ‘Jacky?’”

Your face turned red from embarrassment. Of course you slipped out a nickname.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” you said, feigning confidence. You didn’t know for sure. Maybe it did, maybe it didn’t. All you know is that you needed to get out before you caved to those blue eyes again.

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“You’re right,” Dawson sighed. You two were leaning against the wall and your body was leaning against his. “That was a stupid fight.”

Luckily, Jack wasn’t here yet, so you felt fine and free.

That should be a red flag. Hell, your entire relationship is a red flag. But you felt like you needed love. You felt like you needed to be told “I love you” to be worth something, and that hearing it from a friend wasn’t enough.

Dawson pulled you out of your thoughts by nudging you, and when you looked up, you spotted Jack entering the house. With daisies.

Jack took a moment to find you, and when he did, his eyes were filled with what you assume is regret. He didn’t smirk, he didn’t smile brightly as if nothing was wrong, he looked like he genuinely felt bad. Dawson let out a quiet sigh, knowing damn well what was about to happen.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” Jack said softly. “Can we talk? So I can apologize.”

“In the car?”

“Yeah, babe,” Jack smiled, “In the car.”

This is how it goes. One or both of you fuck up, either he brings daisies and gives a half assed apology that you cave to immediately, or you beg and ask him what you have to do. It’s not a healthy relationship, but sometimes you two can go a couple months without a fight. You love each other. You work it out every time. One look from him and you break down and break your “last time” rule.

Jack opened up the car door for you before walking around the hood to get into the driver's side. You two weren’t going anywhere; you just needed out of the loud and crowded party to “talk.” And by talk you mean light up a joint and zen out enough to forgive each other without a second thought. The first time he’d suggested it his reasoning was that “we’re our true selves high.” You don’t fully agree with that now. You’re not your true self. You’re just vulnerable. Needy. Willing to do anything for him. For the oxytocin chemical to make you feel okay. For love.

“I’m sorry about accusing you of cheating,” Jack said, sultry in his voice. He was leaning on the center console, his piercing blue eyes locked with yours. “It just killed me to see you laughing with a man I don’t know.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way,” you responded.

Jack gave you a smile that almost felt like a smirk. He knows that he has you in the palm of his hand. He gently caressed your cheek, “Let’s not do that again.”

All you did was nod before his lips crashed into yours. Your post make up kisses were never soft. They were raw, and rough, and left your lips bruised. Jack tugged on your lip with his teeth as he pulled away. He winked at you when he saw your pout, “We’ll finish this later, baby girl. Promise.”

You two made your way back into the party and everyone knew what went down. You smoked, you made up, you came back acting like a different person. Every. Single. Time.

“Well if it isn’t the happy couple,” Dawson said.

You knew he was faking it. Jack clearly didn’t as he threw his arm around you.

“We have our moments, but we love each other. Don’t we?”

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “We do.”

It felt off this time. You didn’t feel the high like you normally do. Maybe the high was finally wearing off. There’s no way that could be good.

Jack kept his promise that you two would continue your car affairs when you got back to his place. You tried to talk first, but that didn’t go too well.

“Jack, something seriously needs to change between us,” you said as you were being pulled to the bedroom. You weren’t fighting it. You wanted it. But you also wanted to talk.

“Jack, we should talk fir–”

“Baby, I just want to treat you right,” Jack said sweetly, cupping your cheek. “We can talk after.”

Typical. Every time you’re ready to make a change, he turns around and fucks out all your brains. Maybe this is fate. Maybe it’s too late for you to act like you deserve better. Maybe this isn’t a mistake. Maybe the mistake is questioning everything.

Everything that you wanted to talk about left the front of your brain the second he went down on you. The second you heard “be a good girl for me,” it was over. Because that’s what you wanted to do. Be a good girl for him. Inside and outside of the bedroom.

Watching his eyes as he thrusted into you was breathtaking. His bright blues turned darker with lust, and he’d always lean down for a kiss anytime he caught you gazing into them. His eyes had the power of a siren. And you were their prey.

“I love you,” Jack said when you two were laying down on your backs, still feeling the bliss of the release.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

Maybe if you didn’t say it too loud, your mind wouldn’t give you a chance to question it. But at this moment, the dopamine, endorphins, and oxytocin were too strong to make you question it. The chemicals convinced you it was real.

You couldn’t let go. If you felt this happy with him for a good chunk of the time, the love had to be real. Questioning it was ruining the happy feeling. You want to keep this happy feeling. Maybe the fighting was good. You always felt the most loved after making up from a fight. You two were young and hot headed, but you had time for that change. You and Jack have been together for years. You didn’t know how to be without Jack. You didn’t know who you were without Jack.

You can’t let go. It’s chemical.

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fic #dawson mercer #hockey imagine #jack hughes au #jack hughes blurb #nj devils imagine #nhl imagine #jack hughes jail

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nihyunluvskookie · 7 months

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His betrayal

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Fem reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Gun, breaking of glass, mention of betrayal, please let me know if I missed any warnings

Word count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: This was in draft and I don’t remember since when, but this was also impulsive. Hope you like this, mafia Seungcheol.

LIKE IMAGINE HIM SO HOT IN MAFIA AAHHHH

happy reading :)

Taglist (networks) : @kflixnet @caratwritersclub

I just had one aim right now and that was to kill him right now, with the gun he gave me which had my initials engraved. I wanted answers, I couldn’t care less about anything right now. I ignored everything and went to his office.

I slammed the door open, and he didn’t even look surprised, as if he was waiting for me to come; he still had that heartless cold face. “What are you doing here?” I ignored his question and held the gun tight. I pointed the gun at him, “WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME?”

“I told you to leave and never come back ever again.” I couldn’t take his words anymore, the way he hurt me a few hours ago, I was ready to leave in grief but then the moment everything became clear, his intentions, his dirty tricks, and the way he used me just to gain power and take down my family. I couldn’t care less how much I was broken right now but I needed answers and I wanted to end everything. I’m not going to take his orders anymore, the girl who was ready to take orders from him and leave was long gone.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME CHOI SEUNGCHEOL?” I never raised my voice at him.

“Put that gun down.” His orders weren’t going to work for me anymore.

“Tell me or else I’ll shoot you right now.” I wanted my tears to stop, but they weren’t. I wasn’t in my fucking right mind. How am I supposed to stay sane when he was my first for everything and he betrayed me just like that? How many times I told myself that I shouldn’t have trusted his words but I was the fool, who fell in love with him and trusted him with my everything.

“I’m telling you again, put that gun down.” His dominating voice was scaring me, making my body go through chills but I couldn’t back off. He could make me feel intimidated but not right now, I can’t let him make me feel that.

“Answer me or else I’ll shoot you!” I needed answers from him, why would he do this?

“Was none of these true?” tears threatening to fall again; I aimed at his window and pulled the trigger with all the force. The moment I heard the glasses break, I felt at peace.

“JESUS CHRIST, AZALEA PUT THAT GUN DOWN.”

“Not until you tell me everything, I will kill you and everyone today” I didn’t lie when I said that. I had my mind set, on shooting him first and not caring about any consequences, because I very well knew what his best friend would do to me if I hurt Seungcheol. Was everything a game to him? Was I a game to him?

As soon as I said, I heard footsteps approaching, “Are you okay?” I didn’t have to turn around to feel guns pointing at me and Jeonghan standing there as the head. One order from him and I’m done. “Don’t you dare to shoot. Leave, I’ve got her.”

The footsteps started disappearing and my grip got tighter around the gun; he was trying to take a step toward me, “Don’t take a step, or else I will shoot you Seungcheol. I’m not even scared of anything anymore. Not after you made a damn game out of me.”

“Azalea, calm down. Slowly, calm down.” No matter how much his voice tried to calm me down, but I wouldn’t; the rage flowing inside drove me insane. Everything turned upside down in a second.

The moment I found out his plotting, making me fall in love with him, manipulating me into telling him everything about my family and what is my dad up to, and he was going to destroy my whole family, take over the whole familia, and make our family go bankrupt, I’m not letting him hurt me and my family. I can’t see my mom and my sister crying because of this one asshole I fell in love with.

“It’s simple, tell me or else I kill you and kill myself right after that” I took a deep breath, “because you made a fool out of me” I closed my eyes to stop the tears remembering how I witnessed his conversation with my dad and then I felt a sudden force on my hands and the gun fell but before I could hold it, he caught the gun and twisted my hand. “I always told you never to be distracted when you set your mind on killing someone.” That’s when I knew I messed up. He pushed me towards a wall, still holding one of my hands, my back touching the cold wall of his office. He lifted my face using the gun, I was holding before; I wanted the tears to stop but the moment I felt him so close to me, it reminded me of the moments we spent together till today and everything turned out to be a lie, so that he could use me against my own family later.

He forced me to look at him, “Look at me”

“why would you do that!” I screamed in his face, I was hurt, I wasn’t okay, he had to know how much I hated myself for believing him and his lies, he had to know how much I regretted loving him and I wanted to hate him right now but the love I had for him could never compare. I didn’t want to break down infront of him but nothing was helping me out, not even the fully loaded gun forcing me to look at him. “I did this to save you princess” his voice was low; it was enough for me to listen.

“Shut up Choi Seungcheol. Shut the fuck up” my voice was the only thing I could hear right now, “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE”

“Sweetheart, I told you not to fall in love with the demon” and he loosened the grip of his hand on my wrist, I wanted to hit him push him but I felt like I had no energy left after I was battling with myself

“Why would you do this Seungcheol….” I started hitting him with all the force I had “Why would you do this to me Cheol?!” he lowered his gun, and it fell on the floor. I broke down in his arms, gripping his shirt, where I was hitting him earlier. His arms wrapped around me, “It started as a lie but I thought I could let you go so that we could pretend none of this happened but this feels impossible. This was the only way to push you away, this world is not for you. There was a reason you were kept away from all of this princess.” My sobs were getting louder, I needed to cry and let it out.

“I started loving you so bad that it hurts so much why would you do this to me Seungcheol why” he was caressing my hair, “I love you Azalea”

“Why would you do this, why?! You know I can’t live without you and I won’t let you live today” I grabbed the gun before he had the chance. I pointed it towards his heart, “Shoot me. If you think I’m still lying.” I wasn’t going to believe him anymore.

“Stop it Seungcheol, I’m not believing you anymore, you lied to me, and you broke me to the extent that I can never trust anyone anymore.”

“Remember I love you and will love you but what you did to me was unforgivable.” And I pulled the trigger.

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pianocat939 · 1 year

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How do you think the Rise turtles would react to a person that’s impenetrable to manipulation? They have a memory of steel too, so gaslighting is also a no. If one of them makes a comment like, “Your friends shifty, I don’t trust them” they’re like “bffr I’ve known them since 1st grade”. And when their friend is like, “hey (turtle) threatened me to stay away from you…” all timid bc they don’t think y/n’ll believe them, but they DO, bc they’ve seen signs of the turtles being crazy and they’ve slowly backed away from them. They finally cut them off with no warning and will fight TOOTH and NAIL to ensure both theirs and their friend’s safety. Like, I’m talking they have weapons at the ready bc they KNOW just how dangerous the turtles can be. Anyways, thanks for reading my ramble, I hope this wasn’t too much of an inconvenience

Rambles are fun! Especially if they're about my hyperfixation(s)~

Feeling a bit sad so what am I gonna do? That's right, write about my favorite characters.

Tw: violence, mentions of murder, kidnapping, unhealthy glorifying, and obv manipulation

Turtles with MC who isn't Affected by Manipulation

(Before I move on with the headcanons, a reminder that only Leo tends to manipulate, maybe a little bit of Mikey, but mostly our blue homosexual)

✦Raph✦

He doesn't manipulate in the first place. In fact, if he's too far in his dependency, he can be the one manipulated.

However, if you can see any problems (his clinginess and violent nature) and distance yourself from him, it'll cause havoc.

The person he adores so much is leaving him! That can't happen at all!

If he's calm enough, he'll stalk you until he knows exactly what weapons they hold. Then, he strikes at your most vulnerable moment; sleeping, and relaxing are when it'll be.

If he goes full-on rampage, it could go two ways. Either you kill him, or he destroys your defenses and kidnaps you to the lair.

He won't stop until he's hugging and snuggling you again. Even if it means he's injured in the process.

I know it's not explicitly stated in the show (or at least I don't remember it being) that he has separation anxiety. So distancing yourself basically means death to those around you and a big reptilian teddy bear who never leaves your side.

"I'll never let go! I can't even bear to think about it!"

✦Leo✦

You already know he's busting out the big guns.

Right away, he's going to teleport you to a locked room or the lair in general. While he does so, he's going to take your weapons away, so now you're helpless in that term.

If you fight him with only fists and legs he'll tie you up and watch you tire yourself out. It's amusing to him, knowing very well everything would be easier if you just let in. Let him take care of you, let him show you that he's not useless and suited to serve you.

"There's no reason to struggle...I only want to keep you safe, keep you happy, keep you away from people who dirty you."

Then he's going try the manipulate you until your own mind tricks you into thinking that "this is the way it's supposed to be". He is definitely not the most patient person, but if it's with you, he'll do whatever it takes.

(Ok maybe I kinda got indulgent but it's fine. Everything is fine)

✦Danielston III✦

First of all, he's the most lucid of the four, so he's already planned out many solutions to several scenarios. Which can only mean he's prepared for what's coming to him.

By the time you start gathering your defenses and start separating yourself from him, he's already got your room set up in the lair and has microbots ready to destroy the weapons.

So when you wake up in an exquisitely comfortable room and vulnerable to everything. He'll begin talking about how there is a rational reason for his actions and that you aren't seeing it from the right perspective.

He tells no lies, only dark thoughts.

Also, not to mention that he has military-grade bombs and missiles.

"I don't get why you even try to overpower me when I not only have the best tech you'll ever witness but the fact I have the advantage over you: both intellectually and physically."

✦Mikey✦

I think he's the most likely to manipulate after Leo.

He wants to change the way you see yourself. When I state this I mean that he wants to glorify you.

He says things like, "You are so perfect, so breathtaking, so lovely! This is why you are my divinity, my god~"

You can say no, and stop obsessing over me but he doesn't. He'll keep pushing and pushing.

So when you pull the 'fuck you' card he's going to take the message in a completely other direction. He'll believe you don't feel worshipped enough which pushes him more to do his unhinged characteristics.

He does have a weaponry advantage. His nunchucks give him the perfect long-distance range to bind you with it and stop your attacks so being careful is one thing you must keep in mind.

Brings you to the throne he built and decorated with no thoughts going through his head.

Consider him your loyal servant from then on.

Except you're never allowed to leave without him.

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Sorry if MIkey's is messy. I'm kinda sleep deprived haha.

- Celina

#rottmnt #tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt2018 #raph #mikey #leo #donnie

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sakumz · 2 years

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ s. izumi x fem reader ]

tw❗: mentions of death, angst

" ne secchan do you believe in the dead going to heaven or hell or staying in earth after death? " ritsu asks as he tilts his head from the question.

" tch, why would you ask such a stupid question? if this is because n/n-chan died then... she's probably in a better place... I hope... " izumi trails off, hoping the vampire doesn't hear the last bits of his sentence.

to be completely honest, izumi hasn't really gotten over y/n's death. she was his favourite idol, motivation, friend and someone he fell for. he was infatuated with her. when news got around that she committed suicide after the pressure and stress got to her, he couldn't believe she actually died.

why? she could've told him, her problems. he trusted her to tell her, his struggles. she could have done the same, right? they're best friends and best friends don't hide things from one another, right?

izumi prayed a miracle would happen where she's reincarnated or if given a chance to talk to her again. he would love to spill and let out all these heavy feelings he felt for her. to tell her everything, how much he loves her and how he wishes to be by her side or have her by his side again, how he longs for her touches.

after practice, izumi went home. he isn't getting as much sleep as he used to, he's still caught up with her death. it's only been a week since her death. oh how he wished he could see her on the other side of his bed or hear her complain about her days as an idol. they weren't lovers, how he wished they were, but she would often come into his own apartment from time to time to hang out with izumi. she feels lonely staying alone so visiting izumi often does make her feel the opposite of lonely feelings.

" if only I could say the things I always wanted to you, n/n-chan. would you reincorporate my feelings? " izumi whispered slowly.

the next morning, when izumi woke up and went to his kitchen for breakfast. he saw a beautiful girl sitting on one of the chairs by the table. why is there a girl here? more or less how did she even come in here? she broke in? she does have the same hair colour as his precious n/n-chan.

" yo! zumi-kun, miss me? " the girl smiled.

" y-you... n/n-chan!? " the boy shouted out of shock and surprise.

" the one and only, " she beamed a wary smile.

" how... didn't you die? I saw your body being buried and all- " he tried reaching a hand to pat her head, only for his hand to go through her head.

" y-yeah, I am dead... I'm a ghost too! " she replied. izumi could only look at her in shock.

" I'm going insane, maybe it's the sleep getting to me and I'm imagining things. " he went off to his bedroom as the ghost girl follows after.

" but you're not imagining things! I came back to fulfill one wish, " she said.

" oh yeah, what wish? it's my day off and I don't wanna do much today, " as much as izumi wants to believe in her coming back to him, he doesn't want to trick his heart into believing what he's hearing or seeing. how could a ghost possibly return from wherever they were supposed to go...

" I love you so much zumi-kun... sorry for dying on you, if I said my death wasn't actually me committing suicide, would your harsh soul believe its true? " hearing these left the blue eyed boy gaping his mouth like a fish. he ought to know what actually happened to her.

" how did you die then? " he questions.

" well... there's a problem here zumi-kun, I can't tell you much and I should return to where ghosts and spirits go after death. its up to you to find out, and maybe when your time comes we could talk more hahaha, don't go off too soon though, it isn't fun here, " with a playful wink she gives, she disappeared from his sight.

a new goal to uncover her death and find the killer was added to his list of to do before death. he was happy to finally see her face again though he didn't confess his undying love to her, he hopes uncovering the truth and exposing it to the media would be a way for her to see that he loves her back. with a heavy sigh and a motivated face, izumi opens up his laptop and starts his research on the girl.

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#sakumz.pdf #izumi sena x reader #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars #izumi sena

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s3a-s1ug · 7 months

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Mmm after 3 seperate breakdowns with 20 minute breaks in between im in questionable mood, my eyes are still burning from tears so i will use my fragile state of mind to request a fear and hunger nsfw scenerio... fic... thing?

How about Ragnvaldr × Cahara? I know its a joke in the fandom that Cahara is a size queen for all the fucked up reasons you can imagine, but from the ingame art to fanart, he seems kinda like a hoe ngl. I know he has a wife but come on, let a girl dream. Basically the fic would be in the canon setting of the game, and the two would meet as normal, but Ragnvaldr notices that Cahara attempted to steal his shit. However, instead of getting mad and kicking Cahara on his merry way in the dungeon, he decides to keep a close eye on him. The dungeon is a dangerous place and its always good to have more hands for weapons.

One thing leads to another, you'll be the judge of that, and they end up sharing a bed. And Cahara once again proves himself to be untrustworthy by feeling around in Ragnvaldr's pockets. But what he touches isnt his pocket, unfortunately.

God I hate myself. Its 4 am, i need to sleep

Oh and also happy christmas

“The Thief’s Tricks”

Cahara x Ragnvaldr Fic - Part One

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THIS REQUEST SAVED ME!!! This is actually so fun. The next part should be out soon! I’m that case enjoy!!! …and merry Christmas to you too..? Time is a construct I guess.

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The prisons. The heavy oppressive nature of the sights to be seen in there would shake anyone to their core. Bloodied empty prison cells captured the true horrors of what happened to its unfortunate prisoners. All for except one.

“…hey…hey big guy..!”

Ragnvaldr stopped in his tracks and locked into the prison cell. A man with dark messy hair on the other side. He seemed to be in shape but he looked very tired. Bags under his eyes. He gave a tired smile

“Look.. I’ll give it to you straight… I’m in a tough one here and I could REALLY use your help. You look strong. You think you could get me outta here..?” He asked with a hint of desperation in his voice

Ragnvaldr analyzed the man on the other side of the bars. Could he be trusted?…then again…the dungeons are very dangerous and it could be better to traverse them with some help…

“Hmm… what is your name?”

“Cahara..! Of the south.”

“Ragnvaldr. If I were to help you out of here you will have to help me too.”

“Oh?”

“I am on a quest to find a person..and kill him. He is long way down these dungeons so if you are willing I could use the help.”

The mercenary didn’t even give himself time to think and answered immediately

“Yeah sure! I’ll help. I’d say I’m a pretty useful asset. Im a mercenary so I think I could be of good help.

Ragnvaldr only nodded in agreement. He held the bars of the cell. They were rusty and worn out but sturdy enough to keep someone from getting out. He gripped the bars and slowly separated two of them to make an opening for Cahara to get out.

“Woah…damn…you ARE strong..!” He said in awe. A little intimidated even.

“Ja. But you must promise me one thing. You will not deceive me. Since I have helped you, you must return the favor.” He held out his hand for Cahara to shake

“Yeah sure thing”

Cahara shook his hand then brought him into…a hug..?

“I can’t thank ya enough, man. I mean it”

Ragnvaldr was taken aback by this. He swore he felt something in his pocket but before he could react Cahara pulled off from the hug and smiled

“Well I’d assume you know the way?”

“U-uh ja. Follow me” He said with a hint of confusion. He was still cautious mainly due to Cahara’s “off” vibe.

They walked for a bit trying to find their way out of the prisons. Multiple corners were turned in silence. Ragnvaldr went to grab for something in his pocket but…it was gone… he stopped in his tracks. Cahara, who was pretty far behind him now, stopped us well, pretty taken aback.

“Cahara.” Ragnvaldr said sternly, not looking at him

Cahara seemed nervous

“Uh, yeah..?”

“Give it back. You took it.”

“Took what? I wouldn’t steal anything from you. Uh promise! I’m here to help after all heh”

Ragnvaldr turned around and looked at Cahara. He walked up to him and grabbed Cahara’s wrist.

“Give. It. Back.” He squeezed Cahara’s wrist tightly while giving him a stern glare

Cahara gulped. He was in a tight spot. Cahara was in no way weak. He had a fine build and could try to fight back but… that probably wouldn’t last long.

Cahara sighed. He shuffled through his pocket using his other hand and grumbled pulling the vials out and giving them to Ragnvaldr

He let go of Cahara’s wrist

“You made a promise. Next time I won’t be so forgiving. As it may seem I actually need to help. So don’t try this again”

Cahara nodded silently, clearly getting the message.

“You will walk by my side. You’re very sneaky. This will not happen again.”

Ragnvaldr turned around again and continued walking with Cahara catching up to his side silently

‘Damn this guy is tough. Really tough. I don’t want to stay here but I did promise… if there was just a way I could find to leave…hmm’

They walked for a good long while, encountered some enemies, nothing too bad, but it was beginning to get grueling

Cahara yawned and groaned loudly

“Ughhhh… man how long have we been walkin for? My legs are starting to sore….”

“…hmm…ja I suppose we have been walking for… a while” Ragnvaldr didn’t say it but even he was starting to feel tired “well perhaps there is a room nearby, keep a look out”

They walked for another long while until reaching a small stone room. Wasn’t much in it. A tattered rug, cabinet with some old drinks, and one singular bed. Cahara slightly glanced at Ragnvaldr

“Soooo…um… should I like… sleep on the floor? Or..”

“Nej, we will share it. We both need rest. We will make do”

“Oh..! Alright then”

This was certainly gonna be…interesting.

To be continued…

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Next part will be NSFW muahahah so stayed tuned!!!!

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#fear and hunger #funger #gaming #ragnvaldr #rpg #cahara fear and hunger #f&h #f&h ragnvaldr #fear and hunger termina #f&h cahara #fanfic #part one #headcanon #fear and hunger ragnvaldr

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How did you reach a place where you can be happy and full of love no matter what? I hate feeling like I’ll be unsatisfied if my desires don’t manifest. I wish I could feel totally complete without them.

honestly by being willing to totally allow myself to surrender and let go and... allow. allow in general. you have to start to value yourself more than you value whatever manifestation u think will be the trick to fixing ur life. i will be completely transparent in saying i experienced a lot of heartache and pain on this journey as a whole, mostly from the fact i was the same way for a while. i put my wholeness into the manifestations without even realizing i was doing so. so i feel for everyone who gets stuck there bc sometimes u truly think ur doing things for urself but deep down, ur still living for the hope of a desire materializing. through all this time, i cried a lot but i also broke new heights of love, peace, and beauty. and i feel so much more stable and trusting of myself than i ever have. accept that this is a journey and you're just gonna have to be there for yourself, along for the ride ! <3

to be specific, on what i actually did, i firstly took a break off tumblr as some of you know. and i immediately started questioning everything and asking myself for the answers. things that didnt feel right to me i started to reject, and i started to accept things that everyone in the community made fun of. because i didnt care about anyone's beliefs anymore, i just knew it was time for me to live a life i actually wanted. and what was popular in the community was hurting more than helping. so i went all in ! i also allowed myself to revisit topics like deattachment and letting go, which actually helped a ton. after a couple months of starting to challenge my old belief system, i started to actually live again. (yall got a light taste of this energy when i did "love me february" earlier this year bc i slowly started doing new things) i started to push myself out of my comfort zone and go do things in real life, rather than sitting in my room telling myself "i dont have to lift a finger ! if i just sit in here in my mind it will surely happen" (i got tired of telling myself that after 2 years of a rather stagnant-feeling life) so i said fuck it and started doing things. which only snowballed because then i got comfortable doing things. and now ive had so much fucking fun in my life in just the past couple months. i only say that because it still blows my mind n i am beyond thankful for my experiences this year !

what i would like to help yall understand more than anything is this life was meant to be lived and experienced, period. without even realizing it, a lot of us do put life on hold because we're too busy worrying about our manifestation arriving because we put so much weight into that being the thing that will finally be the pinnacle of happiness for us, we ignore everything else already in front of us. its truly a thing like. take it step by step, little things that are out of your norm and you will see the way life responds to you so beautifully ! i love experiencing myself through others and life as a whole n not just thru my mind sitting on my bed everyday !! its great !! but it wasnt some manifestation that got me out there, it was me being done with waiting on shit to change. i just went out there to see what happens, while also keeping my spiritual practice important to me, and it was like magic tbh.

so to simplify. challenge what doesnt feel right. allow what feels right. and allow yourself to actually live and experience life along the way. nothing that is in front of you at this moment, is an obstacle or something you need to pretend isnt there. take what you have and let it be part of what guides you. make that your goal. feeling complete. (or whatever you want, really) when that is your goal, instead of your desire, you wake up everyday and make decisions based on your true self. not that egotistic urge for results.

i hope this helps ! <3 you so deserve to live a full life, no matter what is in front of you. and the thing is that what the greats say is so true. you dont need to be so focused on a desire to force it into being. life responds to you perfectly when youre just busy loving yourself and making the most out of each day. :') things just happen with ease and so beautifully. <3

idky but this q also gives me this post’s vibes hehe ;-;

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healerelowen · 1 year

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@pinksparklelps

I’ve got another angsty idea. What if we were killed before the Great Transcendence so there wouldn’t be any intervening? Like, P03 knew that we wouldn't be happy if we found out about it, so he kills us somehow to make sure we can’t do anything to stop it. Write how you would be killed, go!

(Note: Only do this if you feel comfortable!)

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Padding through crisp weeds, I trot along the path going to the main hub of the Archivist’s domain. I had gotten word of this ‘Great Transcendence’ P03 was trying to pull off. I didn’t approve of this however, as I knew that meddling with whatever is out there beyond our control is only going to put everyone in danger.

I remember hissing at him when he told me, and telling it that it would only lead to great disaster if the bot went along with it. It was only then I turned away to find the Archivist and warn her about what was going to happen, I couldn’t risk her safety as much as I loved P03. She had a right to know too, which P03 hadn’t told her about this whatsoever. This only fueled my rage even more. For all of the things that he could possibly do, this is what it decided? To trick the Uberbots into doing this upload? No, I wouldn’t allow it.

That is where I am now, trying to make my way to the Archivist before the Great Transcendence can begin. I can hardly focus on anything else, only concentrating on the path ahead. This would be cut short when I hear a crackling of weeds nearby and I stop in my tracks. I look around, ears pricked for any noise that may detect movement, but alas none came. I slowly turned my head back to its position before I stopped, before being toppled over by a larger and heavier force.

I let out a screech as I land on the ground with a hard thud, I turn to face my attacker only to see a familiar bot on top of me. Blue light illuminating my small frame, P03 looked down at me with a rather cold expression, one that I’ve never seen on him before. “What is the meaning of this?!” I snarl at him, my rage washing away the shock as I glare up at P03. “I’ve already told you! This needs to be stopped!” My brown tail lashed against the dirt path, a deep growl emitting from my throat.

P03 didn’t budge, he only scowled and snapped back,

“You’re not going to intervene with this, not when I’m so close to complete control over this game. And once the Great Transcendence completes, I’ll be the one in charge. In thousands upon thousands of copies of Inscryption. And you and that sibling of yours are not going to get in my way!”

My eyes widened before I snapped, “You leave Sparky out of this! They’ve done nothing to hurt you!” P03 shook his monitor slightly from side to side, “No, but they will.” I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I was outraged, yes, but to hear such words come from my partner? Someone I love and trust with my whole heart and soul? I was heartbroken, but I didn’t let it show, I couldn’t let it show. “I won’t let you hurt them or Archivist! Or anyone else who might be involved!” I hissed, before trying to kick off P03 so I could rush off to find Sparky.

But this was in vain as before I could bound away, P03 gripped my side again and dragged me back. I tried to dig my paw-like hand in the dirt to resist the bot’s grip but it was too strong as I was launched back against the ground. I could hardly react before P03 lunged at me again using a sharp tool to slash down at me. This resulted in a fatal blow to the neck as I lay there on the cold ground, red hot liquid spilling past my hands as a dull ache resides behind my ears. I was dimly aware of the presence from the bot that had just lunged toward me.

I watched P03 hover away from what he did in blurred vision, weakly trying to reach out for him with one red stained hand. My hand dropped as he left my field of vision, as I lay there helpless and cold. I couldn’t die, not now, not when my sibling and lover needed me. I was about to shut my eyes and try to accept my fate, but then I remembered my rage against P03 and his cursed plan. I staggered to my feet, my torso stained with red as I tumbled along the dirt path once again.

The Archivist is greeted with a horrifying sight near her library. Her librarians had notified her of me collapsing just before the entrance where they stood. They said I appeared to be badly hurt, which only drove her worry further. Once she arrived outside, she let out a horrified loud and rather high-pitched beep to resemble a shriek. The Archivist rushed to my body, her eye widened. My eyes are dull and lifeless, with my skin pale and stained red from what had happened only mere minutes prior.

Just behind me was a trail of red showing where exactly I had been, and what horrifying event that had occurred.

#ayo rat bastard anon #got any other ideas?#/lh #sp0lly #eloist #El03 #the giant bot war

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the-coping-dragon · 8 months

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It's been a long time since I've had a chance to really look at the roots of her hair. I'm not given the honor of brushing or washing her hair because I can't figure out how to be gentle enough. And when we stand, she is taller than me. And when she lays on my chest, it's always in our bedroom with comfortable, dim lighting.

There are so many more grays and whites.

I remember we celebrated when we found the first one. Cried. God, what a blissful mark of the passage of time, proof that she had survived long enough to have a gray hair, despite it all.

There are so many more. One is a fluke. Three is a curiosity and a gift. But these are different. She is so sick. She has been so sick, waiting for appointments, waiting for so long. Maybe my eyes are tricking me.

No. A single snow-white hair ensnares my gaze. I gently shift her hair around, following the white one from its root to its tip. It's about 3 inches long. What happened? Why did this hair loose pigment? Why couldn't it just be a joy of the gift of aging? Why did it have to threaten to be a symptom?

Life has felt ethereal and strange lately. It feels convoluted and tangled and chaotic--and it feels blisteringly simple, like the simplicity of a pot of scalding water: transparent, obvious, a rolling boil warning your eyes and ears, withholding no burns as it lets you know exactly what it is, turning flesh into meat without any concern for a stealthy power or a subtle violence.

I always found beauty in white hair. Most people in my life had short hair once it turned white. Balding men, and women with short cuts. In elementary school, I saw long white hair for the first time. It looked like silver silk and it looked too pleasant to be real. It looked the way something might look in another universe, like a dress you would expect to see on an elven princess who had legendary silversmiths and tailors at beck and call. I was excited to see if my own hair would become so beautiful with age. Yeah, as an elementary schoolkid. I also wanted to grow up to have a house full of cats, and no husband. These things don't generate my queerness, but they add a pleasant and nostalgic note.

I saw a gray hair on my wife. We lived together. We even had a pet cat. It was my entire fantasy--unconditional love from someone I loved just as much, safety and security, companionship and family. I found three before I trusted my eyes, before I let my heart soar, before we cried happily at the realization that we were going to grow old together.

The color leached. Blank. Empty. Where did the color go? Where is the personality, the soul? Of course these things fade. The fading is its own personality and soul. A sign of age. A sign of age. A sign of age.

Where were the years that slowly soaked up the color? Where were the complimentary beauties--laugh lines, scars from silly things, wrinkling skin that isn't even close to giving up and falling off the bone? The hairs are white like bleached bones. They have none of the softness of fresh snow, falling slowly, turning from a dusting to a blanket to an unrecognizable world. They are matte, not shiny. They give no indication of their shape, beyond a length. They could be round, or hammered flat. I can't see which. I don't know.

Another night of drawing a line across my brain, of dedicating one half to fixate on her breathing, and trying to salvage sentience from the other half. Who am I? Why do I suffer? The burden of gentleness grows heavy. The constants of normalcy rust. I know why I suffer. How can I protect her from suffering, though?

I am short-tempered with myself because I can't build the things I need. My hands never stop fidgeting and tinkering. I can make a lot of things from scraps and trash and lucky finds. I made a life, after all. A happy one. Why can't I make an MRI machine? I am bitterly disappointed in myself.

I feel like a cold fire. I'd be teasing myself for saying such a thing, if I had the energy. I don't. I'm tired and I feel like a cold fire. I feel like scalding water. Something complex and impossible; something obvious and simple. I feel like the cracks in metal and glass that come from drastic temperature changes. I feel something. Several things. They're all unpleasant and fragmenting and obfuscating and exhausting.

I am quivering like a songbird who overestimated the strength of winter and prolonged migration too long. I don't know why her hair is white. Is it cold as snow? Or as a bone? I am cold down to my bones. It isn't an answer. It isn't even a direction to go.

I long for the warming days of spring and the new foliage obscuring the winter's kills. I long to see a flower bloom.

#originalpostbycopingdragon

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hishouseforher · 2 years

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The Frog

This morning as I was coming out of my front door to take the trash to the curb for pickup, I spotted something moving on the front grill of my car. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a brown and white frog just sitting there, or so I thought.

I tried to coax him to move along so I nudged him on his little behind with the tip of my flip flop. I was hoping that this would do the trick and he would move along because I needed to get in my car and go to work. I continued to take the trash barrel to the curb in hopes that my nudging would work.

I have never feared frogs and am somewhat fond of the cute little amphibians, however had this been a snake or any other creature I might not have been so compassionate. As I came back after taking the trash, I noticed he had not moved. Now- I was slightly annoyed because I tried moving him earlier and he didn’t respond, but I needed to get to work and didn’t need any extra passengers along the way. So, I bent down to get a closer inspection of why he wasn’t moving on.

That’s when I saw it, his little arm was caught in between the two grills of my car and as I got a closer look, I could see his left eye was bleeding and he had some blood and frog juice coming out of his arm socket. Oh, my goodness, I wondered if this guy had gotten stuck here last night from my niece’s house. She has a flower bed in her front yard that contains a plethora of beautiful wildflowers, succulents, and plants that I am sure he calls home and I had parked right in front of the flower bed last night at her birthday party.

As I got down on the ground to see if I could maneuver him out of the double grill, he thrashed about and everything that I was trying to do for him was counterproductive because of his violent reaction. I started to talk to him and say, “Lil buddy I am only trying to help you, let me help you, stop fighting me in this- just cooperate and I will get you out of this.”

The more I tried to help, the harder he fought me in his plight for freedom. I struggled trying to get a good grip on his little slimy arm and noticed how hurt he really was. My compassion for his pain and his situation was pushing me to not give up on this little frog so I continued to try and help. I know this sounds ridiculous, because this is a frog, but in all my education and training I started to think about his reaction to this trauma.

It just made sense. He was reacting to an event that was happening to him, in pain and very much afraid of me because he feared me. He didn’t know me, didn’t trust me and let’s face it- he’s a frog and to him I’m a predator. He had no idea he could trust me as I was there to help him, not hurt him.

Laying on the ground in my work clothes, under the hood of my car as I was talking to my new little buddy, I thought to myself, “I am sure anyone passing by would think I have lost my marbles.” I didn’t care, I was on a mission to save my little frog buddy and improve his outcome.

Finally, after much force, I was able to maneuver the two grills and separate them to free his little arm. Ah, success! At that point I was thinking that he would be happy to be free and just jump away into the grass to safety, but he just sat there on the grill.

That tug of compassion hit me again, like a wave and I thought maybe he was so hurt he couldn’t move or in shock, so I nudged him some more and he started to jump in the wrong direction. I ran after him, yelling, “No little dude that’s the wrong way, it’s the road and you will get squashed out there.”

I slowly picked him up and placed him in my yard and prodded him along a different path for his safety. It took him a minute, but he started to hop. I thought that the wet grass will make him feel better and safe to be back in his natural habitat. I smiled and patted and thought- Ahh, little dude- now you know what redemption feels like.

I went inside to wash my hands and gather my things for work, and no sooner had I opened the door when I heard my yard guy starting his lawnmower. Panic set in as I ran back to the place in the yard where my new friend had found his freedom and saw that he had hopped away. Thank God, He had tucked himself away, hiding so he can continue his journey- a little bruised up but alive.

I breathed a sigh of relief and laughed to myself about how ridiculous this whole thing was because it was a frog- and it was early in the morning. What a horrible night that must have been for him I thought. Leaving his home and safety of his flower bed, hopping onto my car, and getting stuck to the point of where he was hurt badly. Bruised, broken, lost and afraid- my buddy was in bad shape when I found him.

On the way to work, I thought about our girls and how they really are no different than the frog. Addiction has them displaced, broken and afraid. That’s what trauma does. Until resolved, trauma has them stuck in a foreign place, hurt, battered, and broken using drugs and alcohol to try and mask those holes in their souls. They come to His House much like my frog buddy, unsure of who to trust and fighting us the whole way. It takes work because recovery is hard. Healing from trauma takes time, money, effort, and a tribe. Even in their recovery and after care, they often must be prodded to stay on the right path and supported in their new lives.

While driving I was thinking about the whole experience and the simplicity of it all and let’s be real, the ridiculousness of it- however, in His way- God showed me something. He brought to my memory- Hagar in Genesis 16. Hagar was a servant girl, lost and betrayed. She was hurt and alone and wondered if anyone cared. Lost in a foreign place and very badly wounded in her soul, God saw her and provided for her needs. He is the God who sees us- “El-Roi.” He saw Hagar in her despair, pain and brokenness and provided for her so she could recover. And that she did, she was the mother of Ishmael. Like Hagar, our girls are on difficult journeys, feeling broken, lost, and afraid to trust. But even in that foreign place or a wasteland like Hagar, God sees them.

Our mission at His House is to help get these women to a place that they see Him too- and will also come to understand the love of God, see His provision, and understand that we are only a part, a tool that He uses to help them get unstuck, and to a safer place. That is- His love, His character and sometimes they do not trust that at first. But He sees them. His love for these women is so faithful and He longs for them to be free. He pursues them with an endearing love because He wants to help them recover safely and be healed to move along in their journey. I rescued one little frog not a big deal, however Jesus rescued all our stories. All for her, because of HIM!

-Melissa Casto, Executive Director

Photo by @angiwallace

#hishouseforher #christian #jesus #volunteering #traumainformed #trauma healing #hhfh #short story #bible #christian faith

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When One Of Your Friends Flirts With Him ~ BTS Reaction

Jin:

“If she so much as looks in your direction one more time,” you groaned, glancing across at Jin.

“Just ignore her,” he tried to assure you, relaxing his hand against the top of your leg underneath the table, “she can flirt all she wants, she won’t get very far.”

Your head nodded as a quiet sigh came from you too, “I don’t understand why anyone would flirt so obviously, I’m sat right here. Am I just invisible Jin, can you see me right now?”

“Of course,” he laughed, smiling across at you, “and some people have no morals, that’s why they flirt so outright.”

You shot another glare across in her direction before looking back to Jin. “I could climb over this table right now and throw her out of this restaurant too.”

“That won’t get you very far though Y/N.”

“It’ll make me happy.”

“Stop,” he chuckled, pulling you in closer to his side, “don’t let her get to you, and certainly don’t be jealous about how she’s acting around me too.”

Your eyes widened back at him, “I’m definitely not jealous of her Jin. I just think it’s embarrassing for her to flirt with someone who she knows is already in a relationship.”

“Me too, but I guess I just can’t help being so handsome.”

Yoongi:

“Am I interrupting?” You questioned anxiously as you noticed Yoongi cornered by your friend.

“No,” he instantly snapped, unable to hide his relief to see you by his side, “it’s actually good that you’re here, I was really beginning to miss having you with me.”

His arm snaked around your waist, shooting a glare across at your friend until they began to walk away. “Are you alright?” You asked him as soon as she was out of the way.

“I am now,” he whispered, pecking a kiss to your cheek, “you should have seen her attempts at flirting Y/N.”

Your eyes instantly widened, “she was flirting with you? But she knows that you’re going out with me, why on earth would she try anything on with you?”

“She was never going to get very far.”

“I’d hope not too.”

“If you ever want to impress me, please don’t impersonate my raps,” Yoongi chuckled, cringing just at the thought of what he had just witnessed.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, resting your hand against his chest, “It sounds like I managed to get over to you at just about the right time before you were scarred?”

“Never again am I letting you leave me with your friends.”

Hoseok:

“Hobi,” you whimpered, feeling your stomach knot as one of your friends hugged him, walking away.

“Don’t,” he instantly warned as he noticed the look of panic in your eyes as you watched her, “she was just being friendly, she wasn’t doing anything else Y/N.”

Your head shook in reply to him, “you don’t know her like I do Hobi. She makes you think that she’s just being friendly, but everyone else can tell that she’s flirting, it’s like a mind game.”

“But she wasn’t flirting,” Hobi tried to protest, recalling several of the things that she had just said to him.

You closed the distance between the two of you, “let me guess, she told you that your eyes are the perfect shade that she’s always looked for in her life.”

“Well, she said something similar to that actually.”

“Now, do you see?”

“I do,” he acknowledged, weakly smiling across at you, “I’m sorry, that probably gave you a bit of a fright seeing her standing with me just then.”

Your head slowly nodded as his arm moved around your waist, “I just knew you’d be too innocent to see what was going on, I didn’t want you to fall for any of her tricks.”

“Trust me, the only person that I’m falling for is you.”

Namjoon:

“I can’t stand her,” you vented as Namjoon took your hand, pulling you away from the group.

“Calm down,” he laughed as he pulled you into his chest tightly, “you don’t want her to see that she’s getting under your skin Y/N, it’s no good.”

A sigh came from you as he kept you pressed against his body, “I can see why people would want to flirt with you, but why would they ever do it when they know you’re in a relationship.”

“Stop stressing,” he continued to instruct, “I didn’t flirt back with her or do anything, it was just nothing.”

Your eyes looked up at him, “it’s not you that I’m worried about, but imagine if I ever flirted with one of the boys, it’s just not what friends are supposed to do.”

“You would never flirt with the boys.”

“Because they’re your friends.”

“I get it,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I wouldn’t be happy if any of my friends behaved like yours were.”

Your hands gripped tightly against his arms, “the last thing I need is one of my friends thinking that they can take you away from me, I’ve already got your fans to contend with.”

“No one is ever taking you from me, I promise you Y/N.”

Jimin:

“Do you mind?” You questioned, tapping your hand against your friend’s shoulder from behind.

“Oh,” she flinched as she looked past her shoulder to see you staring back at her with a wide smile on your face, coupled with a shake of your head too.

Your hands raised innocently across at her as Jimin moved across to your side. “Don’t let me interrupt you, please do tell me more about how much you love my boyfriend’s abs.”

“I’m sorry,” was all she could say as she looked between the two of you, “I was just paying Jimin a compliment.”

Your eyes rolled as she tried to defend herself, “I always knew you were a flirt Y/F/N, but with a taken guy, that’s a bit cheap even for you, don’t you think?”

“I didn’t mean anything by what I said.”

“Can you just go?”

“Thank goodness for that,” Jimin muttered under his breath as soon as she began to walk away, “she almost managed to touch my abs too.”

Your head shook as you placed your hand against them, “these abs are definitely only ever for me to touch, if one more of my friends flirts with you, maybe I’ll have to drop them.”

“Don’t worry, Y/F/N is just a bit of a bad egg.”

Taehyung:

“Why are you so sketchy?” Your friend asked Taehyung as his eyes darted around the venue.

“I’m just wondering where Y/N is,” Taehyung told her, relived to see you walking across the room with two new drinks in your hands for the two of you.

You were just in time as her hand went across to run through Taehyung’s hair, only for him to luckily swerve out of her way. “You shouldn’t be doing that,” you spoke as you joined them.

“Y/N,” she stuttered, taking several steps back as you passed Taehyung his drink, “I didn’t know that you were around.”

Your head nodded back at her, “it definitely looked like you didn’t want me around, but you were more than happy to have him with you, weren’t you?”

“I was just talking to Taehyung, that’s it.”

“Of course, you were.”

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Taehyung suggested, taking a hold of your hand, “somewhere that we can be comfortable and not around others.”

You quickly allowed him to lead the way, “some people just don’t know where they’re not wanted, it’s a very terrible trait to have, don’t you agree Y/F/N?” You asked her.

“I wasn’t doing anything wrong Y/N, I promise you.”

Jungkook:

“Excuse me,” you snapped, walking across the bar to stand between Jungkook and your friend.

“Excuse you,” she glared, raising her hands to create some distance between the two of you, “we were having a conversation before you interrupted us.”

Your head turned back to look at Jungkook as his hand slipped into yours. “I’m having a conversation with my boyfriend,” you told her, just as Jungkook managed to pull you away.

“Look at you jumping to my defence,” he teased once you were somewhere quiet, “you’re a bit of a hero for me.”

Your head shook as a blush began to appear on your cheeks, “I just couldn’t stand back and watch her flirt with you so obviously anymore, what an idiot.”

“I was struggling to force a smile too.”

“What’s wrong with people?”

“I can’t believe that she’s one of your friends too,” Jungkook hissed, moving his hand to wrap around your waist, “why are you friends with her Y/N.”

Your head shook back at him, “I think it’s safe to say that the two of us aren’t friends anymore, not if she’s going to flirt with you, when she knows exactly who you are too.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve definitely only got eyes for you Y/N.”

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