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tojipie · 5 months

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I love your prison bf toji series so much!! Also, in the newest installment of the series Toji says that Shiu has had a crush on the reader for a while? I’d love to see how this crush developed, how Toji found out and how Shiu dealt with his feelings!!

ughhhhgghgg i love this prompt so much :(( bless your heart you’re a genius <3

prison bf toji series linked here <3

context ! -> fic takes place very early on in reader and toji’s relationship. this is pre-prison and at a point where he hasn’t introduced him to his men yet :D hopefully this makes sense !

content: fem reader, brief piv smut, mentions of incarceration, objectification of reader by stranger, fluff, they make up dw ! jealousy, angst, unrequited love

purple hickeys bloom across your chest as toji makes his way from shoulder to shoulder, pinching bouts of delicate skin between his teeth while length ruts into you.

the drag of his cock is delicious, hitting that special spot at just the right angle from the way he has you laid out on the couch, both legs thrown over his shoulder with your head propped up on a cushion.

toji was always like this after securing a deal at work, soft, sensual, taking his time with your body as an act of celebration. half-empty glasses of champagne still lie on the coffee table where you’d left them, leaving rings of cool sweat on the glass surface.

“gonna cum,” he groans, pulling away from your neck with a pop and blowing cool air against the saliva-soaked hickey. you squirm at the stimulation, throwing your head back as your high creeps up on you t— was that a key in the door?

toji pulls out of you with unmatched speed, reaching for a couch cushion to shield his manhood. he rucks a throw blanket over your body with a string of curses, using his massive build to hide the silhouette of your body from view.

“what’d i tell you about waltzing into my fucking house?” your boyfriend yells, staring down the suit-clad stranger with a look that screams blood-lust.

the smile that breaks out on the man’s face is nothing short of filthy, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat

“awww didya get us a hooker boss-man?” he sneers, cigarette hanging from his lips. “could’ve waited till i showed up to start but i’m down for whatever.” he laughs, gingerly placing a pristine briefcase on the coffee table before taking your discarded bottle of champagne as a parting gift.

“don’t have too much fun, alright?” he teases, stepping out the door as quickly as he’d come in.

the two of you are speechless for several minutes, looking back and forth between each other, the door he didn’t even bother to close, and the mystery briefcase you’re not sure you want to see opened.

toji sits up with a string of curses, stalking over to kick the door shut with a sigh.

“that’s.. shiu,” he mumbles, clearly embarrassed.

you sit up from your spot on the couch, letting the blanket guarding your modesty slip down to your waist. toji settles down on the opposite side of the couch, arms outstretched to let you climb onto his naked form.

“handles money,” he clarifies, tracing abstract shapes onto your spine. “my cut from today is in the case.”

“do you trust him?”

he nods, resting his head in the crook of your neck with a sigh.

you figure that’s all you need to know.

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the apology shiu gives you the next time you meet goes on for ten minutes. variations of “fuck i didn’t know” and “i’m so so sorry i really am” spill from his lips while he bows at your feet, forehead firmly pressed to the wood floor of your dining room.

toji sits at the head of the table, shoveling bites of dinner into his mouth in between heart laughs.

“mmf— tell her again i don’t think she heard ya.”

the truth is you’d kind of forgotten about your boyfriend's right hand after the incident was over. was the hooker comment uncalled for? sure, but judging by the saturated fear in the suit-clad man’s eyes you figure toji had done something to set him straight.

plus you’d both gone two more rounds after the initial embarrassment had died down, making up for the little roadblock on your path to an orgasm.

“it’s okay, promise,” you say quietly, not entirely sure what to say at this point. the suit-clad man stands again, bowing to both of you with a sigh.

“now give her our little present,” toji says, stalking over with his arms crossed.

a sealed bottle of champagne— the same kind he’d so graciously swiped from your home— is placed in the palm of your hands before you’re able to question either of them.

you shoot the other man a greatful smile, and shiu realizes he quite likes the feeling of your soft hand shaking his.

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toji’s annual new year party was a sight to behold. alcohol, dancers, and booming music was the typical atmosphere, though the event had taken a complete turn once you’d entered the picture.

gone were the days of loose dollar bills and stray panties littering the floor, the smell of sex and smoke in the air.

in were the days of… a modest bar and fancy catering, much to his men’s dismay.

toji didn’t quite know how to throw a party that could be deemed “professional” but he figured not having strippers at the house might’ve been a step in the right direction. some of the guys even brought their wives this time, fun right?

and so, toji sits toward the back of the room, watching you socialize with a drink in hand, his best friend beside him.

tension hangs in the air as both men watch you from afar. one with pride, the other with longing.

“do you want her?”

“… what?”

toji doesn’t elaborate on the cryptic question, peering at his friend over the rim of his glass.

shiu pauses, downing the rest of his drink as he thinks of what to say. a warm hand settles on the meat of his shoulder, letting him know it’s ok.

“yeah man, i do,” he admits, too ashamed to look up from the floor.

greed. the word that’d graced toji’s knuckles since the day he turned 19. black ink needled into a canvas of tan skin, bleeding into the rest of the tattoos like water flowing upstream.

it fit him perfectly. it did then, and it does now. toji always gets what he wants, regardless of how other people feel. a man overcome by what he believes he deserves.

the hug he’s pulled into isn't filled with malice. the threat of violence isn’t there, unlike the time toji had taken him by the collar and threatened to gut him like a fish over the comments shiu had made the first time he met you.

this hug is.. soft. inviting. an embrace that tells him “it’s okay, i trust you.” the fact that toji hasn’t bashed his nose into his skull is a telltale sign that there’s no fault in feeling the way he does, so long as he doesn’t act on it.

shiu truly doesn’t know what to say other than yes, he does want you. he wants you to be the one he comes home to each night, he wants your soft skin on his, wants to spoil you and make you smile.

you were kind, attentive, shy at times. the complete opposite of toji and his brutish demeanor. a flower cradled in the hand of a dragon.

but you weren’t his, and you never would be. not when toji had been the one to sweep you off your feet, securing a place for himself in your heart that shiu could never fill.

and that was ok. he was here for his job, not you. shiu was fine with you being oblivious to his feelings, in fact, it was better that way for the three of you.

that’s exactly why he breaks away from the hug as you pad over to their table, shooting you both an apologetic smile before heading over to the bar. as long as he’d still be able to catch a glimpse of you every now and then, he’d live.

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lizardboiii · 26 days

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Breaking up ┃One Piece Pt. 1

Scenario: Having a huge fight with your bf which ultimately leads one of you to saying something you regret.

"I wish I never met you."

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro x Fem!reader

cw: 18+, SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, vulgar language

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Monkey D. Luffy

“You never even treat me like we're together!”

You were at your breaking point, figuratively and literally. In the last three months that you and Luffy had been together, not once did he change the way he acted towards you. It felt as if you were still just Luffy’s nakama. Well today that was all going to change. You had a plan.

It took some convincing, but you finally managed to get Nami and Ussop to help you set up a romantic dinner in the Sunny’s crow’s nest. Two of Luffy’s favorite things, food and you. It was perfect.

With preparations taken care of, you waited patiently for Luffy to arrive. Your aforementioned captain was currently exploring the island you were stopped at. But with the sun starting to set, he'd be back for dinner any minute now.

So you waited.

And waited.

And waited….

You waited till the candles were near burnt out. Waited till the food went ice cold. Waited till your eyes stung from holding back tears.

Monkey D. Luffy had stood you up.

Your own boyfriend.

Slamming the napkin delicately placed across your lap onto the table, you pushed yourself to your feet. Humiliation creeped its way up your neck. Never in your life have you ever felt so worthless.

Holding back hiccups, you dragged yourself out of the crow’s nest and away from the undisturbed meal. What was Nami going to think? All that preparation for nothing. You clenched your hands into tight fists. The next time you see Luffy you swear you were going to-

“y/n!”

You spun on your heel to face the familiar voice. Luffy’s face smiled brightly at you, blinding you more than the moonlight. It was almost enough for you to forgive him. Almost.

“Wait up!”

Scoffing, you glared at his cheery form before turning away from him. All you wanted was a shower, not excuses.

Luffy caught up with your silently seething form with ease, spinning around you like top. He pranced around as if he were a crow and you his shiny treasure. Your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

Try as you might, eventually you gave into his pestering, voice sharp as nails, “What do you want, Luffy?”

Luffy’s grin widened despite your tone, “Sorry I couldn't make it, y/n. There was a festival in town, you should have come. There was an all you can eat buffet, Tra-guy and Jaggy were there too!” He scratched his chin, “Maybe next time you can invite everyone else so we can all eat together again!”

Your eye twitched, “Why would I invite the whole crew to our date?”

“Date?”

You stopped in your tracks, “Yes, date. You know the ones you're supposed to take your girlfriend out on? That kind?”

You could practically see the gears turning in his head at your reply.

“But I have multiple girlfriends?” “WHAT?”

“Ya! You, Robin, Nami,” Luffy used his fingers to count, “Oh, and Vivi!”

You face palmed, “Not “girl” friends, Luffy. A “girlfriend”. Someone who’s more,” You reached for Luffy’s hand, “Special.”

“But all my friends are special,” Luffy pouted, gingerly returning your touch.

Laughing, you shook your head, “I know. But…It's a different type of special. It's when you wanna hold their hand, and you wanna be near them no matter what,” You met his confused gaze, “It's someone you love.”

“Then why would I wanna do that with you?”

“Huh?”

It felt like your body hit a brick wall. Every word ripped from your throat. He was joking right? It was a sick joke but a joke no less.

“I don’t think I love you.”

You blinked in confusion before choking out a response, “T-Thats okay. Sometimes it takes a while to realize you love someone. It's not immediate.”

Luffy hummed, “I'm not sure I even want a “girlfriend”, y/n.”

A nervous laughter erupted from your throat, “Luffy, what are you talking about?” It felt like your heart might leap out of your chest.

“I like how my friends are now. I don't need a “girlfriend”. I have my Nakama. I have you.”

The world suddenly stopped spinning, and only for a moment the ocean quieted and the breeze hushed. Then, as if nothing happened, the world began to turn as normal, leaving behind your hollowed out body.

"...what?"

Cheeky smiled, Luffy repeated his words as if it was only the news, "I don't need a "girlfriend" I have a crew!"

The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly filled with rage. First, he stood you up. Now? Now, he wants to pretend you guys aren't even dating!?

“Luffy, we're dating! What are you talking about? I asked you out almost three months ago!” You snapped, “Why did you even say yes to me if you didn't want a "girlfriend"?”

“I don't know,” He cocked his head to the side, “I just thought you wanted to be closer friends.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “What?”

Luffy shifted in his sandals, clearly uncomfortable, “I thought you wanted to be my “girl” friend, not my “girlfriend”.”

“Are you joking?” Your skin felt red hot as if your whole being was ablaze, “You thought I wanted to be your “girl” friend!? Did it ever once occur to you that friends don't hold each other’s hands!?”

Luffy quickly retracted his hand from your grip, scratching his head in thought, “Not really.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn't tell if you were laughing or crying at this point, “This whole time you never thought we were together? Ever?!”

“I guess we are a bit closer than everyone else,” Luffy’s brows furrowed in thought.

“A bit?” You ran your fingers through your hair, “We spend every waking moment together! I've confided in you, you've confided with me. You know things about me no one else does!”

To his credit, Luffy looked ashamed, “I’m sorry, y/n. I guess…I just never noticed how you really felt.”

You rolled your tear filled eyes, “Obviously.”

“I can try if you want-”

“Forget it, Luffy,” You held your hands up in defeat, “Just forget it. Whatever you thought was going on here is over.”

Luffy grabbed your arm, “What! I don't want that!”

“You don't seem to want a lot of things,” You shrugged his grip off, “Including me.”

“y/n.”

You wiped your face clear of tears.

“We're done, Lu.”

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Roronoa Zoro

"Do I need to be a sword just to get a minute of your attention!?"

Three hundred seventy-six, three hundred seventy-seven, three hundred seventy-eight-

“Are you still counting?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, mom.”

Zoro ignored your annoyed response, preferring to continue his push ups below you. Huffing, you rested your chin on your hand. He had been going at this for hours now. You were starting to feel nauseous as your form jostled every time Zoro went up and down with you on his back.

“How much longer?”

Zoro grunted, “When I reach two thousand.”

“Two thousand!?”

Your sudden shout made Zoro shoot up quickly, knocking you off balance. Your criss-crossed form easily flew from Zoro’s back to the ground below. You fell hard, slamming your shoulder into the wood floor.

Hissing, you rubbed your now sore arm, “What the hell, Zoro!?”

“Shit.”

The moss head was quick to his feet, offering you a hand, “Dammit, you should've been more careful.”

You snatched his extended hand and scoffed, “I wasn't the one who moved so suddenly.”

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro continued to hold your hand, “I wasn't the one complaining so loudly.”

“I can’t help it. We’ve been here all day,” You played with his larger fingers, “Plus, you promised you'd explore the island with me today.”

You could hear Zoro grumble under his breath before sighing loudly, “Training is more important right now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What, why?"

Your thoughts raced around in your head to find a reason for Zoro's sudden uptightness. You were quick to settle on striking golden eyes and a small dagger. Dracule Mihawk. He and Zoro had put on quite the show only weeks ago.

Rubbing Zoro's palm, you quirked a brow, "Are you still hung up about that Mihawk guy beating you?”

“I'm not hung up.”

You flinched at Zoro’s tone, “You clearly are.”

Quickly dropping your hand, Zoro turned away from you, “Listen it doesn't even matter what you think. You wouldn't understand. You're not a swordsman.”

“I'm not a swordsman but I'm definitely your girlfriend,” you snapped at his back.

“Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean you can control my training.”

“Just because you're a swordsman doesn't mean you can just dismiss me.”

The room filled with a silence thick enough to cut with a sword. You thought you might drown on land. Staring into Zoro's rigid back, you tried to manifest any form of response from him.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, Zoro rolled his shoulders and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat at his expression. It was dark, almost...menacing. It was a gaze he normally reserved scum marines and enemy pirates alike, but never for you.

“You're the one who's dismissing me!”

A forced laugh erupted from your mouth, “How am I dismissing you, moss head?” You crossed the space between the two of you, “By telling you to take one measly break?”

Zoro’s eyes bore into your own as if trying to find his next words. Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his bare chest, “Do you see this?”

You tensed at the feeling of the scar tissue, Mihawk.

“This...this scar is why I have to be stronger. For the crew. For Luffy,” Zoro squeezed your hand, “For you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Zoro, I didn't-”

“Maybe we should break up.”

You paused, mouth stuck open in shock, “...what?”

It felt like you had swallowed glass, pins and needles running down your esophagus into your stomach. But the glass still wasn't enough to fill the large pit beginning to form.

Gently, Zoro pushed your hand away from him, “This relationship,” he took a deep breath, “Might be too much of a distraction.”

You never really understood when people said it felt like their heart was being ripped out of their chest. But now? It felt like your whole chest cavity had been removed.

Slowly, hot tears began to cascad down your rosied cheeks, “You think I'm a distraction?”

Zoro paused, his internal conflicted evident on his face, “...yes.”

You clenched your teeth together tightly, “Screw you, Zoro! I can barely get you to pay attention to me when someone even mentions the word “sword” but I'm the distraction?!” You jammed a finger into his chest, avoiding his scar, “If you needed an excuse to break up with me so badly you could've at least chosen a good one!”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Zoro favored staring at the ground, “But if I want to be the greatest swordsman I can't be with you.” His hand captured the one buried in his chest, "Not yet at least."

You ripped your hand away from him, "If not now, then never." Your eyes searched Zoro's, looking for any sign of regret, "Choose, Zoro."

"Its over, y/n," Massive arms pulled you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry."

Clutching onto him, you sobbed silently. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just have both?

"I love you."

“Fuck you.”

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mydearlybeloathed · 4 months

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𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you decided to create a real life frosty the snowman for estelle blofis, a regular camp visitor. it goes... unexpectedly.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jason grace x fem!boreas!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6k (wow)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: child of boreas reader, female reader, snowmen, ethically ambiguous magic, more plot than fluff im sorry, tooth rotting fluff towards the end, daddy issues i think maybe, serious angst ngl, i will never be normal about jason grace, canon who?

𝐚/𝐧: this had no reason to be so emotionally taxing but here we are

Being the boyfriend of a Boreas kid meant two things happened every night: one, sneaking you in from your lonely cabin to his lonely cabin, and two, sleeping with nearly a hundred different blankets.

Normally, he fell asleep easy despite the chill, but there was a lot of work waiting for him back New Rome. Jason knew this holiday at Camp Halfblood was only making that work pile up, but he tired, so he didn't care just yet. He could let the anxiety catch him after Christmas. Plus, the longer he was away from work the longer he was with you.

Jason had been away doing Roman things for at least two months, and Iris Messages and the occasional phone call weren’t cutting in anymore; despite your cold shouldered father, you were as clingy as all get out. Not that Jason minded (he was clingy too).

The next fall of New Rome University couldn't seem to get there any slower. You were both going to be there, thank the gods.

Jason started to grin at just the thought, his eyes skimming all over your peaceful face as you breathed in and out slowly. The two of you were practically buried under all the blankets, and he would have been miserably hot if it weren’t for his amazing cooler system of a girlfriend.

“You’re staring,” you suddenly sang out softly, a mischievous smirk taking your face.

Jason’s heart sped up. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Creep,” you mumbled.

He reached over to caress your cheek, tucking some stray hairs behind your ear. You leaned into his touch and twisted in the blankets, wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling into his chest.

He pressed a light kiss to your hairline and rested his arm on your waist. “What’s up?”

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

You blinked blearily up at him. “Christmas. I’ve been working on something.”

“Care to share?” Jason had known you long enough to know you were serious about Christmas surprises. This time of year your powers were strongest, and you always took advantage of that.

You lightly patted his chest and snuggled deeper into bed. “Mhmm. When it’s ready. Can’t let anything get out or else Mr. D will so shut it down.”

Jason was officially intrigued. “What exactly… never mind. I'd rather sleep easy.”

You leaned up to kiss his jaw. “Good choice.”

He caught your lips before you could get back to sleep, cupping you cheek in his hand and drawing you close for an everlasting moment. The thundering mosaic on the ceiling was as annoying as ever, and he swore he could feel the statue of his dad staring holes into him.

So Jason pulled the pile of covers up to hide the two of you away, thriving off your little giggle as he pulled you in once more.

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A week till Christmas, and you finally felt ready to cast the enchantment. Giddiness ran through your whole body all morning, along with some nerves, of course.

It all began when you heard Chiron reading a story to some of the littler campers. They were year rounders and were feeling homesick, whining and crying so much their counselors couldn't get anything done. So, he read to them, taking some Christmas storybook from Athena Cabin and frantically narrating the tale of Frosty the Snowman.

You’d been coming by to drop off some paperwork from your well-enough paying job in the Big House, lamenting being unable to find a suitable gift for Percy's little sister Estelle. She'd be coming to camp for the Christmas Day bonfires with her mother and father, and you had yet to find something she would like.

As you dropped off your papers you heard the older of the littles cry out that she wished it would snow in camp. Another then exclaimed he wished they had their own magic snowman.

Mr. D was in the next room over, promptly laughing and popping the kids dream bubble. You weren’t having that, not one bit. And suddenly, you had your perfect gift.

The only reasonable solution was to learn how to create a magic snowman.

(Jason would later call you crazy, which is basically a declaration of love, you think.)

You sat alone in the dim lighting of your cabin, which you shared with no one but the dust bunnies. Boreas didn’t really hoe around much, which you supposed was nice, aside from the fact that it left you no roommates. Nights used to get lonely before you and Jason started saying fuck to the rules.

Little snowflakes danced around your palms before they went spiraling into the air and exploded into dozens of flurries. Slowly, bit by bit, the snow started to pile up all around you, creating a blanket of white across the floor. You had the snow down, now, you just had to trust you had your sorcery skills down.

A knock on the cabin’s skylight startled you.

You smiled, calling up, “What’s the password?”

“Jason has the coolest girlfriend ever.”

“Not quite.”

There was a sigh. “Shiver me timbers.”

“Access granted,” you sang in reply, an all too satisfied smirk planted on your face.

The skylight creaked open, letting in the moonlight as well as your boyfriend. He shivered instantly. No matter how high you set the thermostat, the Boreas cabin was always freezing. Not that it ever bothered you, anyway.

A snow flurry landed on his nose, sending Jason into a sneezing fit. “Still working?”

“Mhmm.” He watched as you tried and failed to hide a yawn.

A little smile sprouted on his face as he rolled his eyes. “All right. Bed time.”

You shot him a glare. “Don’t baby me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, but I’m afraid I can’t sleep without you,” he said softly, holding out a hand with such a pretty look in his eyes. If he kept on looking at you like that, you might as well fall in love with him already.

“Fine,” you sighed, plopping your hand into his and letting him haul you to your feet. “Only because you can’t function without me.”

You wrung your arms around his neck and flushed yourself against him, his arms tight around you and a cute blush in his cheeks.

A light breeze kissed your cheek as he rose off the floor, keeping one arm around your waist while the other pushed open the skylight.

“Air Jason, taking off,” you said, doing your best to mimic a pilot’s microphone and failing miserably. Jason loved it though, an airy laugh bubbling from his lips as the night air met the pair of you with no regret.

“You’re such a dork,” he muttered into your ear, eliciting a poke to the ribs from you. Jason dropped a few feet in the air and nearly sent you into cardiac arrest, a scream leaving you as your legs clambered to wrap around his waist.

Jason was laughing for gods’ sake, shushing you as he picked up speed to reach Cabin One before the harpies caught you. “Sorry, sorry.”

In through the open window and down to the floor, the wind carried you all the way, a soft caress on your skin as if the air meant to comfort the two of you. You were going to ask him if he felt it too when a wave of exhaustion found you, and you started to lean into Jason, not letting him go even when your feet touched the ground.

He rubbed gently circles into your back, his chin coming to rest on your head, eyes closing. You were cold to touch, as always, but Jason would gladly get frostbite just to hold you forever.

Eyes soft, you caught corners of glittery lights in your peripheral, turning to find a Christmas tree that had definitely not been there a few hours ago. A smile split onto your face as you rushed up to it, admiring the rainbow lights and mismatched ornaments.

Jason must’ve gone through the Big House attic to find all these. You picked off an ornament of Olympus, a selfie of a smiling Apollo and a less than pleased Dionysus staring out from the little city of the gods.

“It’s perfect,” you said, spinning back around to find Jason there.

He had that look in his eyes. You know, the one that takes all the air out of you and leaves you craving nothing more than his very presence. “One more thing.”

You followed his gaze to the ceiling, lip slipping between your teeth to contain your smile. “Mistletoe?”

His hand came to cup your cheek, eyes dipping low. “Hey, I don’t make the rules.”

How could you argue with that? Without warning you lurched forward and sent Jason stumbling back, lips meeting his in a feverish moment.

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Dawn was encroaching on the camp.

There was barely a noise all across the Long Island Sound, aside from the sea meeting land, the ruffling of the harpies’ feathers, and the contented snores coming from each cabin. In the stables the pegasi huffed and dealt with the faux antlers stuck to their heads. Mr. D sat snoring in a rocking chair on the Big House deck.

The tall and proud Christmas tree at the center of camp stood looming over Hestia’s fire. Her warm face could be spied through the flickering flames, if one looked close enough. Beneath the tree’s branches were boxed gifts, some from attentive godly parents, but most placed there by Chiron (he never bothered correcting the campers when they assumed Santa Claus came in the night).

Garlands and wreaths hung from every doorway. Mistletoe was easy to find from the awnings of the Aphrodite Cabin. Poinsettias bloomed over the rooftop of Demeter’s Cabin. The smell of cookies and candy canes wafted out from the camp kitchens, the dryads tossing bits of flour and sugar at each other as they prepared something special.

It was a Camp Halfblood Christmas if you’d ever seen one.

The only thing missing was snow.

You stood on the hilltop overlooking the center of camp, embracing the December chill. The magical borders prevented outside weather from affecting the camp, but they did nothing to stop weather coming from the inside.

Flexing your palms and shaking them out, you let out a breath that crystallized in the frigid air. The water in the air bended to your will, the clouds gathered at you command. You didn’t pretend to understand weather and the science of it all, you just knew that when the water in the clouds got cold enough…

Your concentration was unrelenting even as the first few snowflakes drifted down from above, following the current of air down the valley of camp. You would need a lot more than that. Glancing at the sun peeking up over the horizon, you pushed past your growing fatigue.

There would be snow that Christmas Day if you had anything to do about it.

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Jason noticed right away that the familiar warmth of your freezing body was missing from his side. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he rolled over and noticed that your shoes weren’t at the foot of the bed.

The whole cabin was freezing, but without you, it was just getting on his nerves. He was ready to get up, throw on a coat, and maybe just start yelling your name to find you wherever you’d run off to.

That was when he looked out the window. Jason’s jaw slacked, his eyes pleasantly wide and bright as a laugh tore out of him. He jumped up and didn’t bother with shoes as he flung open the cabin’s door and ran into the snow.

Everywhere a white layer of snow sat heavy on benches, picnic tables, the cabins—nothing was safe from this Christmas Day miracle.

He laughed again and raked his hands through his hair. So this is what you’d been working so secretively on. Jason really should have guessed sooner.

The sound of boots in the snow caught his attention and he glanced over to see Piper hurling a snowball at Leo’s head. Leo sputtered when the snow hit his face, a sly grin all over his face.

Piper laughed behind her hand and noticed Jason struggling to pull on sneakers in his doorway. She dodged a melty snowball from Leo’s warm hands and jogged toward him. Her voice was tangled with a smile. “Did you know she was planning this?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. All around camp kids were racing outside, slipping on the icy snow and tossing on any warm clothes they could find. You were still nowhere to be seen. “Have you seen her?”

Piper shook her head and made to say something when a handful of snow was dumped down the back of her shirt. She gasped and whirled around, shivering despite the hot anger in her eyes, and took off after a cackling Leo without another word.

Snickering, Jason took another look around, sighing when he couldn’t see you in the midst of excited campers.

He turned around to go grab a jacket when a soft noise caught his attention. Some kind of grunting, followed by a startled yelp. Jason started to smile. He’d know that sound anywhere. He followed the noise around the side of his cabin, tilting his head at the sight.

You were red in the face, using all your might to roll a giant ball of snow, struggling to say the least. Estelle was standing by with rapt attention, excitement written all over her face.

Jason went to stand beside Estelle, kneeling to be at her height. He leaned in to stage-whisper, “Do you think she needs some help?”

You looked up, stopping in the process of pushing your back against the snow, huffing and puffing through your glare. Estelle giggled. “Probably.”

He saw it in your face; you wanted to flip him off, only refraining given the current company. Estelle’s eyes gleamed up at him along with a bucktooth smile. “We’re building a snowman!”

“We?” you huffed, tucking your hair out of your face and behind your ears. “I didn’t know we were pronouncing my name as we now.”

Estelle rolled her eyes. “I’m supervising.”

“Honestly, I think ‘Stelle’s doing the heavy lifting,” Jason teased.

You sighed and turned to face your work. “That’s one layer. Jason, you do the middle.”

Still grinning, he was going to protest before doing exactly as you said, when a voice echoed across the lawn. One of the Stolls (Jason knew they were a few years apart but he still could never remember which was which) was approaching, a snowball in hand.

“Yo, Y/N!” he called. “It’s getting a little soggy over here!”

You smiled like this wasn’t the first time someone had had this complaint, wasting no time in cracking your neck and splaying out your hands. A cold rush of wind enveloped you, a firm crease in your brows, before the another wave of snow rained down from the clouds.

The Stoll brother shouted his thanks, and you meant to offer a smile when suddenly the world got tipsy, everything going black for a split second as you teetered off balance. Jason’s heart dropped and he rushed to your side, steadying you against him.

“Hey, hey, you with me?”

You blinked blankly, though you nodded despite the greenish tint in your cheeks that was quickly fading. Still, Jason wanted nothing more than to sit you down and cast lighting upon anyone who tried to use you like a snow machine again.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, gaining your color back. “Just a bit tired keeping all of this up.”

Estelle was attempting to finish the snowman on her own, promptly falling face first into the snow and sputtering to her feet. You giggled at her expense, not realizing you were still leaning mostly on Jason.

He wasn’t done questioning. “How long did it take to cover the whole camp?”

“Oh, uhm.” Your brows drew together, lips pursed. “A few hours. No big deal.”

You broke away from Jason and went to help Estelle roll along another giant snowball, casting Jason a reassuring smile. He let out a sigh and tried to let it go, going to help with the snowman construction.

The three of you finished the three layers of the snowman’s body, and Estelle ran off to collect the decorations and came back with a box, her brother, and her brother’s girlfriend.

Percy held Estelle on his shoulders, the box of supplies in Annabeth’s arms. You wiped your brow and smiled so brightly upon spying them, that Jason nearly forgot you’d been focusing on continuing the snowfall all along, slowly draining yourself.

Before he could call you out you sprang to your feet and went to pick the carrot out of the box. Annabeth chuckled and said, “I had to fight Blackjack for that.”

“Aww,” you hummed through a giggle. “Poor guy.”

Percy scoffed. “Please, he gets enough carrots. He could spare us at least five.”

Before you even had the chance to reply Estelle had jumped up to swipe the carrot from your hand. A response was barely on you lips when she nearly toppled the whole snowman over trying to stick the nose on its blank face.

You sighed and went to help her, scooping your hands under her arms and lifting her so she could reach its face.

The morning went by as Piper and Leo approached the finished snowman with hot cocoa in hand. Piper sported a grin as she looked at you and said, “Mr. D is furious.”

“I hoped so,” you said.

As Piper knelt to talk to Estelle you once again chose to ignore the weightiness in your shoulders, swallowing thickly to deal with your drying throat, and walked to the near empty box. Inside was a top hat you’d been saving for last. This was what the practice was leading up to.

“Hey, Stelle,” you called. Jason came to your shoulder, brows drawn, and you shot him a smirk. “Have Percy help you put the hat on top.”

She needed no more asking, taking her brother’s hand and dragging him to the snowman. Percy lifted her just as you had, and as Estelle rested the silk top hat on the snowman’s head, you held out a hand, worked some Boreas kid magic, and sent up a prayer to your dear old dad. A flurry of snowflakes shot out from your palm and right to the heart of the snowman.

You waited on bated breath as Estelle’s boot crunched back to the snowy ground, your gaze locked on the unmoving creature of snow. One second, then two, then three, until a minute passed. Estelle ran back to Annabeth and started ranting about something, Percy right behind her as he slung an arm around Annabeth’s shoulders. Piper and Leo engaged in another snowball fight, hot cocoa discarded on the ground.

And the snowman stood still. Your lips pursed with confusion and frustration. Jason appeared beside you again, looking from you to the snowman. “What’re we glaring at Frosty for?”

“Nothing,” you dismissed with a forced grin. You let out a sigh and intertwined your fingers with his, pressing a swift kiss to the back of his hand. “Wanna head inside? You’re shivering.”

He shook his head and slipped an arm around your waist. He was warm and soft and despite how much you loved the cold, you’d never get tired of it. But you couldn’t focus on that right now; you were too disappointed.

That was until he tried to lead Jason back to his cabin anyway, and your boyfriend had a full stop, his eyes slightly horrified while also mystified. Brows pinched, you were on the verge of asking what was wrong when his hand gripped your chin. You flushed deep red at the action, another rush of warmth hitting you, but then Jason was turning your head to follow his line of sight.

A bright laugh escaped you. There, made of snow, two button eyes, and a carrot nose, was Estelle’s snowman. But now, he was living and breathing, the little twig eyebrows on him drawn taut as he examined himself, looking at himself tree branch arms.

The lot around you stood in shock, looking from you to your creation. You laughed again quite like a mad scientist, and dropped Jason’s hand to slowly approach the snowman.

“Hello,” you said, and he considered you with a blank button stare, the line of chocolate chips making his mouth curved down into a frown.

“What am I?” he asked you, dropping his arms to his sides. He looked very contemplative for a snowman.

“A snowman,” you answered brightly.

The snowman hummed. His voice was soft, reminding you of the sound of crackling fire. Ironic. “I don’t think I’m meant to be alive. I feel… odd.”

Your smile started to fade, and you glanced back at your friends for help. Estelle stood awestruck, slowly stomping through the snow to stand at your side. She took your hand and looked up at the snowman with shining eyes.

The snowman looked back at her, going quiet. “Hello.”

Estelle started to smile. “Hi. My name’s Estelle, and this is Y/N. Those are our friends.” She jabbed a thumb back at the others. “Oh, do you have a name?”

He seemed to turn thoughtful, nodding. “I believe it was Perseus.”

Estelle let out a tiny gasp. “That’s what I called you! In my head!” She turned to you in complete and utter amazement. “How did he know that?”

You could only shake you head with a smile, squeezing her hand. “I dunno. Magic?” You couldn’t help but laugh once more, casting a glance up at the sky. The wind brushed through your hair, feeling oddly like a father’s hand ruffling a daughter’s hair.

You’d never met your father, but you doubted he was a cold as the weather.

Percy, Annabeth, Leo, and Piper came to admire the snowman, introducing themselves as he assessed them one by one. Jason hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you side against his, and you practically melted onto him. Your legs felt a tad bit weak.

He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, whispering in your ear. “You astonish me.”

A smile split onto your face as you turned to kiss his cheek. Percy started to laugh as he looked upon the snowman. “Perseus the Snowman, huh?”

Perseus was holding Estelle’s hand as she rattled on about camp and how cool her big brother was and all about the Greek gods. Perseus listened with unabashed attention, the crease in his twig brows alluding to his curiosity.

Annabeth sidled up to you, unsure how to phrase her question. “Do you… Well, was this smart?”

You gave her an odd look. “What do you mean?”

The wise daughter of Athena settled you with her seriousness. “He’s snow… you can’t keep him that way forever.”

Her words rattled you to your core, and for once, you felt the chill of December.

Morning passed to evening, and you stayed stuck to Jason’s side more by exhaustion than by choice. Not that you minded, but the jelly feeling in your legs was less than pleasant. It took some work to ward off the curious campers from bombarding Perseus, who proved to be a rather anxious snowman.

Christmas Day passed by answering the endless questions of a snowman, explaining everything he could ever want to know.

Piper and Leo had gone off to lead ornament making with their respective cabins, being head counselors and all, and Percy and Annabeth went to make an obligatory holiday call to the latter’s father. Leaving only you, Jason, Estelle, and Perseus.

The four of you were at a picnic table close to the woods, the demigods sat atop the table and the snowman rolled up to the side.

Your energy was slowly but surely coming back to you. With the sun crossing the sky and starting to descend, the need for snow was waning. You hadn’t had a demand for a few hours, and to be honest, you were grateful. Your eyes felt droopy and your shoulders ached. You wanted to sleep, but you had one more thing to keep focused on: Perseus the Snowman.

Jason drew gentle shapes on your hand, letting you lay your head on his lap as Estelle told the harrowing tale of how Percy defeated Clarisse La Rue in his very first game of capture the flag.

You were having trouble looking at your snowman. From what he said when Estelle let out a yawn, he knew exactly why.

“Look at that,” he said, drawing everyone’s attention. His button eyes swept across the lawn of camp, where the snow was melting into the grass under the heat of the setting sun. His eyes turned to you, then. “You’re letting it all melt.”

You sat up and crossed your legs, resting your hands in your lap. You blinked at him, a tug on your heart. “Yes.”

He could only stare back at you. “You’re keeping me, though.”

Perseus was very perceptive for a snowman. You smiled at him. “We’re not done talking to you.”

He smiled back. “That’s true. And when we’re done talking?”

Estelle was looking between all of you, a confused purse in her lips. Jason cleared his throat and asked her to get him earmuffs from his cabin. She nodded and ran off, nearly tripping over herself. You sent him a look. “You don’t own earmuffs.”

“Oops,” he murmured through a grin. Perseus was watching the pair of you almost fondly.

You turned back to him and searched for the words to say, but it was all lost on you. Jason continued to rub soothing circles into your skin. All the words you knew suddenly boiled over. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think what would happen when… You know.”

Perseus shifted around, a gentle chocolate chip smile on his face as he took in the scenery. “Don’t be sorry. I’m happy to have lived.”

“But… you’re going to die,” you couldn’t help but say, as if he needed reminding.

He didn’t. That much was clear by his smile. “Don’t be sorry,” he echoed. “I’ll be happy to die. Snowmen aren’t meant for longevity.”

Your throat constricted. “It’s all my fault. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You were thinking of Estelle,” he said. “I’ve made her happy. I’m perfectly fine with melting.”

You cupped a hand over your mouth and averted your eyes just as Estelle came sprinting back, chest heaving as she lamented being unable to find any earmuffs.

“It’s cool, Stelle,” Jason said, forcing a smile.

She plopped back down and huffed, looking to Perseus, then the sunset. Perseus glittered in the light, and it took you far too long to realize it wasn’t glitter, but dew.

Estelle, angel she is, noticed it too. “Perseus, are you melting?” Before he could even think to answer she was turning on you, a fire in her gaze. “Make him better.”

You would—gods, all of Olympus knew you would, if only you weren’t exhausted. You gaped like a fish, squeezing Jason’s hand. Perseus the Snowman shook his head. “No, there’s no need.”

He reached out a wooden arm and she gently wrapped her little fingers around the splintered edges of his crooked hand. “I don’t fear death.”

Estelle’s jaw hung slack for an everlasting moment. “Well, I do! Y/N, do it.”

Jason tensed and snapped, “Stelle, that’s not fair.”

She didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Estelle,” Perseus drew her attention back to him. “You’ll make more snowmen.”

She shook her head hopelessly, eyes going glassy. “No, I won’t. I won’t ever make another snowman.”

“How sad,” said Perseus. “Never?”

Estelle wiped her nose on her sleeve and looked at the ground. “Maybe, not never.”

The snowman started to smile again. His button eyes roamed over them all, stopping on the sky, and he sighed. “What a wonderful day to be alive.”

You turned your face so no one would see you crying. Jason's hold on your hand was the only thing sobering you up enough to remain on the picnic table, watching the sunset with your snowman.

The god Astraeus painted the sky with vibrant yellows, pinks, and oranges in a sunset to rival all others. It was too beautiful. Perseus kept his blank gaze settled on it alone, his hand still in Estelle’s. You and Jason sat rigid behind them as time ticked away.

The moon rose expectantly to take its place as the sun started to hide under the horizon. The yellows and pinks made way for the dark blue of night creeping in. Only then did Perseus shift his gaze back to Estelle. “I’m ready now.”

A crease grew in your brow when Estelle nodded, understanding what you did not, and she stood up on the table to reach over Perseus’ head. With shaky hands she reached for his hat, glancing down at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

All Perseus did was smile. “Merry Christmas.”

The little girl took in a wavering breath. “Merry Christmas.” And she removed the hat, lifting it off his head, and in an instant all hints of emotion left the snowman. Nothing changed at all, but each of you could see it; those buttons held life behind them no longer.

You bit down hard on your lip. “How did you know that would work?”

She shrugged, setting the hat down on the snow. “I didn’t.”

The sound of footfalls on the snow had you turning around. Chiron approached, a sorry look in his eyes, and he stopped a few feet off. “Everyone has gathered around the tree.”

You took Estelle’s hand in yours, steeling yourself and offered her a smile that she slowly returned. Jason moved to walk at your side as you followed Chiron to the center of camp. The tree lit up most of camp, stretching high and out.

Campers were singing off key here and there. A pair of girls was caught under the mistletoe, one laughing awkwardly before the moon eyed one swooped in for a gentle peck on her lips. Gifts were being exchanged. Snow balls were thrown. A snowman was being built by some younger Hermes kids too.

“Hey!” Percy called out, cheeks flushed as he sipped on his apple cider. One arm was slung around his girlfriend who was talking in low voices with Thalia. The lot of your friends were gathered around one of the many little fires scattered around the lawn.

He offered you and Jason each a blue gingerbread man, grinning ear to ear. “Mom made ‘em.”

You looked around for Mrs. Blofis and found her at a nearby table, handing out marshmallows for roasting with Mr. Blofis at her side. Mr. Blofis wasn’t doing much handing out, instead in what seemed to be a deep conversation with Mr. D. The god of wine was gesturing wildly as he regaled some kind of story.

All was well. All was calm. You found it in yourself to actually smile.

Guilt wasn’t very far, wondering truly what you had been thinking bringing a snowman to life, when a particularly harsh bout of wind blew all your hair into your face. You sputtered through a giggle and swiped your hair to the side, your voice faltering when you caught sight of a man standing on the outskirts of the bonfires and chatter.

It couldn’t be. You stepped away from Jason and the rest, approaching the stranger. He stood tall, with a suit that glittered like snow. Two purple wings arched from his shoulder blades. What could your father want with you on Christmas?

“Hi,” you said, not sure where to start.

He stirred like he was uncomfortable. “Yes, hello, daughter.”

You had the heart to grin. “Merry Christmas.”

Boreas nearly scoffed before he corrected himself with a nod. “You as well.”

The silence to follow was tense. You motioned with your hand vaguely. “Is there a reason you’re here?”

You weren’t sure how to feel about meeting your father. You’d imagined this moment countless times, but it all led up to this anticlimactic reveal that was more amusing than aweing.

“There is,” he huffed. “I thought I would let you know your little magic act didn’t harm anything.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, heart dropping.

“I mean that the snowman is not dead,” Boreas informed you. “The snowman itself was never alive, I suppose. I’m impressed, I should say. You managed to catch a snow spirit and wrangle it into that snowman. Normally, snow spirits don’t get lives… You did a good thing, I suppose, giving that spirit one. He remembers it all. Perseus, as you called him, is living free and wild, as a snow spirit should be.”

You hadn’t realized your eyes were watering, relief coursing through you. “Oh, thanks gods. I’m not murderer.”

Boreas chuckled softly. “You’re not.” He averted his eyes, raising a hand and pausing, unsure, before he settled it on your shoulder and met your eyes. “I’m… proud of you. I don’t have many children. You’re certainly one I don’t regret.”

You blinked up at him, reaching to awkwardly pat his forearm. “Thanks, Dad.”

He nodded stiffly, backed away, and with a last Merry Christmas, he vanished in a flurry of snowflakes. One landed on your nose and gave you an ever rare shiver.

Jason’s arm wrapped around you, his warmth enveloping you like a nice blanket. “You good?”

Nodding, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “Very.”

Curfew was extended that night, much to the herpes disappointment. Treats and drinks were devoured by greedy children and finally, at the end of the night, Chiron gave the word and a stampede of kids ran to tear open the gifts they’d been eyeing for weeks.

After the younger kids had grabbed theirs and the crowd died down, your group moved in to find the gifts with your names on them. Your dad gifted you a snowglobe of camp. You shook it up with a smile, not noticing your sweating boyfriend approach you from behind.

“Y/N?” You turned, smile widening. Jason only got more nervous. “Uhm… I…”

You set the snowglobe back in its box on the ground and stepped closer to him, taking his hands in your freezing ones. “Yeah?”

“I love you,” he blurted. “So much.”

Your grin grew painful with how big it was. “And I love you.”

Jason blushed and took a deep breath. “You’ve been with me through… everything. When I wasn’t sure who I was, when Hera manipulated me and Piper, through the war.” He was out of breath, only one thought on his mind: no words would ever be enough. “I’m so in love with you. I can’t explain how much. Just when I think about it I can’t breathe.”

Your face had fallen into admiration. Jason’s thumb rubbed anxious lines on your knuckles. “I never want to spend a day without you. You deserve everything, I want to give it to you.”

“Jason…” Your voice was shaky, tapering off.

“Don’t worry,” he nearly whispered, moving to cup your cheek. “I’m not asking you to marry me. Not yet.” You giggled and he swore it was better than ambrosia. “I will though. I promise I will.”

You were too busy reaching to take his face in your hands to notice when he pulled something out of his pocket. You leaned forward to kiss the very life out of him, and he would very much have let you, but he drew you back with his hold on your jaw, chuckling when you frowned.

He held up a little velvet box between your bodies. Suddenly you weren’t so interested in kissing him, swiping the box from him with greedy hands and gleaming eyes. You popped the box open, admiring the pretty silver chain laid within. “Oh, it’s beautiful.”

“Here.” Jason turned you around and offered to clip it around your neck. He didn’t waste the opportunity, peppering kisses from the skin behind your ear down to your shoulder, relishing in the little quiver you gave in response. “Merry Christmas.”

Whirling back around, you jumped him, arms flinging around his neck as you crushed your lips to his. You pulled back for barely a second to mumble, “Merry Christmas” before your tongue pushed past his lips, your teeth catching his bottom lip.

“Woah! Woah! No PDA in my camp!” You groaned and ripped away from Jason, rolling your eyes as you cast Mr. D a glare over your shoulder.

Jason wasn’t so cocky anymore, red from neck to nose. “Sorry!”

“I don’t get paid enough…”

You and your boyfriend locked eyes, breaking down into a round of laughter as the grumpy god stomped away.

“Hey!” Piper jumped out of nowhere, Leo hot on her tail. Both were totally buzzed, and all you could do was laugh and wonder how on earth they’d snuck in alcohol. “Come sing carols, lovebirds!”

The pair of you followed the pair of them back to the little bonfire your friends had claimed. Fiddling with your necklace, you eyes scanned across them all to land on Jason, and a rush of adoration hit you like a freight train. You pecked his cheek and watched him stumble over a chuckle, returning a kiss to your hairline.

Then, as you leaned your head on his shoulder, a snowflake crossed your eye.

One by one, the sky became littered with flurries. Annabeth held up a hand as if to catch some. “Y/N, you’ve got to be tired by now. Take a rest.”

You shook you head slowly, confused. “This isn’t me.”

The winter wind kissed your cheek, and you were left at a loss. But Estelle—sweet Estelle, who sat between her brother and Annabeth—she knew. A little grin appeared on her face. “Goodbye, Perseus.”

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Ashes Falling | MYG

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: weapons - guns, switching POVs, angst!, allusions to murder, mentions of blood/wounds, fighting (hand-to-hand), shooting, Yoongi shows off that tongue technology (oral sex - f receiving), rough fucking (protected sex), Yoongi is not a good guy (ymmv)

Word Count: 5.3k (whoops)

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: I see the ashes falling out your window There's someone in the mirror that you don't know And everything was all wrong So burn it till it's all gone

A/N: And we've reached the end! This series came out of absolutely nowhere thanks to @minttangerines's beautiful brain and it's been fun just writing with no plan and no expectations. Thank you for riding along! 💜

Chapter title and summary from Agust D's masterpiece Burn It 🔥

Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

Part 6 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist

Then

Yoongi sits across from you, one hand resting on the dining table, the other playing with a glass of whisky. Around and around, the caramel liquid swirls. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear he was trying to hypnotize you.

And it might work, if you were anyone else. Of course, anyone else would already be under the handsome man’s thrall. Especially the way he looks tonight - in his tailored suit, bespoke undoubtedly, since money is apparently no object for him, and with his dark hair slicked back to reveal more of his gorgeous face.

When he’d asked you to dinner tonight, you’d felt a slight thrill of victory, knowing that your plan was working. You’d succeeded so far in inserting yourself into his life. All the secrets the Bureau wanted so desperately for you to discover were practically within your grasp. You just needed a sign from him to confirm that you’re in.

“So are you thinking of extending your contact?” Yoongi asks, sipping at his drink. You’d told him when you’d first met that you were working for Da-som’s school for a year, with the option to extend if the school agreed. He speaks casually, almost disinterestedly, but you can hear the true question beneath - are you staying?

“I think so. I really like it here.”

A hint of a smile crosses his face at your answer. Long fingers reach into the inside pocket of his jacket and produce a cigarette, which he lights with the click of a flashy silver lighter. There’s not supposed to be any smoking in this restaurant, but no one’s going to stop the chief detective of the city’s police force, and he knows it. It’s a power move.

“Good,” is all he says, blowing a smoke ring towards the ceiling.

Anyone other than you would be affected by his reaction. By the heated look he gives you, gaze slipping down your face, down to your waist, and back. Not you, though. You know better than to fall for any of this.

This is what you remind yourself as you push your thighs together, trying to still the sudden throbbing there.

Your waiter returns with the bill and Yoongi simply reaches into his pocket, dropping a stack of cash on the tray without looking. Another power move.

“Thank you for dinner,” you smile shyly, setting down your dessert fork. “I’m - I’m glad you asked me. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you better these last few weeks.”

He leans forward, reaching his hand across the table to where yours is resting. When his fingers tap you, you flip your hand over and he slides his hand on top of yours. You immediately register something cool and hard between your palms.

“Me too,” he says softly. “And I don’t want to stop.”

He pulls his hand back a little, curling your fingers around what he’s left behind. Yoongi stands, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it as he bows.

“I’ll be waiting,” he murmurs, lips humming against your skin, and then he walks away. You track him as he saunters confidently through the crowded room, until he reaches the entrance of the restaurant and vanishes.

Opening your hand, you stare down at the piece of plastic lying there. A room key, to the hotel next door. There it is - your sign.

The excitement that blazes through you is the ecstasy of knowing you’ve succeeded. Of realizing that you’re one step closer to the win, and nothing else.

This is what you tell yourself as you rise to your feet, and follow.

Now

Your bag rests on the passenger seat as you hurtle down the highway. The car you’re driving is a piece of shit, but you were in no position to barter when you’d asked Seokjin if he had anything you could borrow to finish your mission. He’d called a friend of a friend and mere minutes later you were on your way.

The police cruiser is still at Seokjin's, along with Jungkook. Your partner had been sleeping when you’d left, whispering a quick goodbye, telling him to stay put and rest while you finished the job. Seokjin promised he’d take care of him and you had no doubt that he would be safe there.

The car’s shocks are fairly worn, meaning every little bump in the road sends your satchel bouncing. Instinctively, you reach out, searching until you find the little key tucked away in an inner pocket. The cold metal soothes you as you clutch at it anxiously. This is it, the final key to bringing Yoongi down.

Your plan is, frankly, insane. But desperate times call for desperate measures. Thankfully, Seokjin gave you access to his personal arsenal, which is not small. But even if you’re strapped to the teeth, you’ll practically need a miracle.

However, you’re not the praying type. Your faith resides solely in yourself. So you breathe deeply, and keep your eyes firmly on the road as you run through your plan again and again in your mind.

As the bay comes into view, you pull over, parking the car near the entrance to the neighborhood where Yoongi’s second house resides. You’ll have to go on foot from here, to remain unseen by his men. Yoongi’s too careful to leave this place unmanned.

You approach the fence bordering his mansion, peering between the iron bars. His vacation home is massive, a sprawling ode to excess, flaunting his new wealth. The layout of the place is fresh in your mind, thanks to floor plans stolen from the developer. Unfortunately, that’s not going to help you much if you’re outnumbered by Yoongi’s men. If only you could’ve waited for sundown, to give you more cover, or waited for backup, but right now you don’t have the luxury of time.

A hand suddenly slips over your mouth and your eyes widen as someone presses their body against your back. Fuck! You grasp at their arm, readying yourself to attack, when a familiar voice hisses, “Don’t scream! It’s me.”

“Jungkook! What the fuck!”

Your partner releases you. He’s a little paler than usual, but otherwise looks like himself, even in Seokjin’s clothing, a black t-shirt tucked under a Kevlar vest, colorful sleeve of tattoos bright in the midday sun.

“Did you really think I was gonna let you do this alone?” He grins, ignoring your scowl. “Now what’s the plan?”

There’s no point in arguing with him. He’s here now, and even though you’re full of conflicting emotions - anger that he didn’t listen to you, guilt that you’re the reason he got injured - the feeling that overrides them all is pure, intense relief. Of course he’s by your side. You’re not alone.

It doesn’t take long to fill him in. You’re basically just going in there with guns blazing, hoping to fight your way to where you believe Yoongi’s safe sits, holding the box with the secrets that little key will unlock.

Jungkook just nods when you’ve finished. “Got it.”

“We should probably call for backup.”

“Already did, on the way here. They’ll be here as fast as they can, but something tells me that you don’t want to wait.”

“I don’t.” You need this to be over, now.

“Okay then. Ready when you are.”

“Jungkook.” You pause, unsure how to say this. “I’m sorry. For everythi- ”

But he stops you with a shake of his head. “None of that. We’ve got a job to do.” He cups his hands, waiting to give you a boost over the fence. “Come on. You lead. I’ll follow. Like always.”

With a nod of your own, you step onto his hands, and climb the fence.

Then

Yoongi glances at his watch. It’s only been five minutes since he left you sitting at the table, but it feels much, much longer. Too long. He loosens his tie a bit as he waits. His suit jacket is folded over the back of the chair beside the bed. The room is quiet.

Is he rushing things? It’s very like him to do that. He could move more slowly with you. But, well, he doesn’t want to. He wants you now.

Which is why he’s here, perched on the edge of the bed, staring at the door. Waiting.

It’s not just about sex. If Yoongi only wanted to get his dick wet, he wouldn’t have to take anyone out on several dates first. That’s not arrogance - it’s a fact that he radiates power, and women are attracted to that. And he knows he looks good. He has mirrors.

No, it’s more than that - although he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been imagining this moment since the first time he saw you in Da-som’s classroom. He’d been so distracted by your beauty at the parent-teacher conference that he’d accidentally agreed to chaperone a class trip, just nodding along to whatever you were saying while picturing what you’d look like if he bent you over your desk right then and there. But beyond his baser needs, there’s something else. Something that draws him to you. He senses a kindred spirit. He needs to know how deep that connection goes.

There’s a loud click and the door suddenly opens. Yoongi stands as you enter.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” you say, biting your lip before smiling sweetly.

In just three steps he’s across the room, pulling you into his arms for a passionate kiss.

He quietly orders you to lift your arms, and the gorgeous dress you’d worn to dinner crumples into a soft ball of fabric on the ground. With sure steps he maneuvers you towards the bed, helping you sit on the edge, kindly freeing your breasts from the confining corsetry of your bra as he goes. While you settle onto the soft sheets, he slides your panties down your legs, taking care to rake his fingers along the soft skin there, delighting in the way you shudder at his touch.

The plush carpet gives way beneath his knees as he kneels, leaning over to kiss you, getting lost in the incredible softness of your lips for a moment, until your hands reach for the buttons on his shirt. His hands lightly push yours away as he shakes his head.

“Not yet, baby.”

“But I wanna see you,” you say, pretty mouth turning down in a lovely little pout. “It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.”

He just chuckles. Smoothly, he undoes one cufflink, then the other, rolling his sleeves to his elbows. His forearms flex with the motion, drawing your attention, and he smirks.

“Don’t worry,” he assures you, “I’ll still put on a good show for you.”

He kneels again, gently pressing his fingers into the bare skin of your stomach, urging you to lie back. One of your thighs comes to rest on his shoulder, then the other. With one hand he spreads your folds, saliva flooding his mouth at the glistening sight in front of him.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you look good enough to eat.”

You mewl as he kisses your dripping cunt, over and over, getting his mouth all sticky with your desire. Yoongi always follows through on his promises, and this is no exception. You can’t tear your eyes away from the dark-haired man as he rubs his lips, his tongue, his nose all over you, maintaining eye contact the entire time. Occasionally your head drops back, your eyes closing as if overwhelmed by the sensations, but then they immediately open again, not wanting to miss a second.

“Yoongi.”

Panting moans fill Yoongi’s ears as he drowns in you. When he finds the right rhythm with his tongue on your clit, a rapid lapping that has your hips lifting off the bed, he slides a finger inside your slick warmth, then two, three, and your moans become cries. Pleas, broken and desperate, begging him for more.

Impatience roars up inside him again and he lets your legs slide from his broad shoulders. His cock aches as he tears off his clothing, sheathing himself with the condom waiting in his pocket, and you’ve barely moved up on the bed to make room for him when he’s sliding inside you. Fuck. So warm, so tight. A space carved out just for him.

The headboard smacks into the wall repeatedly as Yoongi thrusts into you, hips slapping your ass with every sharp snap. You’re babbling, an endless stream of words pouring from your mouth, but the only words Yoongi can make out are “Yoongi” and “more.”

“You want more, baby? I’ll give you everything. Anything you could ever want.”

He goes harder, faster, driving his cock deeper and deeper. His hands grope at your breasts, your ass, as you take everything he has to give. When he feels your walls start to constrict, it’s almost a relief, because he’s not going to last much longer. And sure enough, when your orgasm hits, your cunt grips his cock so tightly that he cums, head dropping onto your chest as he fills the condom with his hot release.

He lies that way, cheek pressed into the curve of your breast, breathing heavily as you both come down. From here, he can feel your heart pounding. It’s not identical to the way his own drums, but instead compliments it, a wild syncopation beating along to the steady pulse of his own tempo. His fingers tap along your sternum.

“Is that morse code?” Your voice is just barely above a whisper, as if you don’t want to shatter the peaceful stillness of the moment.

He lifts his head, smiling. “That’s your heartbeat. I’m playing along.”

“Playing what, my collarbones?”

“My piano.” His fingers dance over imaginary keys, caressing your skin so, so gently.

“I didn’t know you had a piano. Or that you could play.”

There’s so much you don’t know about him. So much he wants to show you. But he knows that it will take time. He has to ease you into his world.

“I’ll play for you sometime,” he says, crawling up your body until his face hovers over yours. “If you’d like.”

“I would like that. Very much,” you reply, lips curling into a shy grin, and he kisses it away until you’re breathless.

Eventually, he has to go. He needs to get home to Da-som. Yoongi can defeat any enemy - except a babysitter with a curfew.

He sits on the edge of the bed, fixing his tie, as you watch him from beneath the sheets. “The room’s paid for until tomorrow, so you can stay all night if you want. Order some room service in the morning. Treat yourself, sweetheart.”

The corner of your mouth twitches. “You keep calling me that.”

“Is that okay?”

In reply, you pull him in for another kiss, and he sighs, wishing he could stay. Or take you home with him. But he’s not ready to have that conversation with Da-som yet. Even though he’s rushing everything else.

He taps his fingers on your chest. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

He starts to rise, but you grab his wrist, holding him in place.

“Yoongi. I don’t…”

He says nothing, waiting for you to find your words.

“I don’t do this with every father I meet, you know,” you finish, flashing that beautiful bashful smile again.

“Just me?”

“Just you.” Your hand reaches out to straighten his tie, but then you gently brush your fingertips over his chest, mimicking his actions from earlier. Tap-tap-tap.

In that moment, Yoongi knows. He’ll do anything for you. Like he told you earlier, when he was wrapped in your arms - he’ll give you anything you want.

All you have to do is ask.

Now

Bodies. So many bodies, scattered around the grounds of his house. Yoongi blinks dispassionately at them all. He thought he’d hired the best. Clearly, he was wrong.

Yoongi honestly hadn’t known what to expect when he and Jimin arrived at his house on the bay. One of his guards had called him while he was on his way here and alerted him that you’d been spotted near the fence bordering his property. He’d hoped that when he got here, he’d find you waiting for him, tied to a chair by one of his guards. But it appears that he’d underestimated your skills, if you managed to take out so many of his men at once.

No one appears to be dead, but they’re all knocked out or wounded. Interesting. Are you afraid to use lethal force? Or are you just saving your best shots for him?

Together, he and Jimin sweep the first floor, finding nothing but his more useless guards. With a few silent signals, Jimin indicates that he’s going to scout ahead, and begins to climb the stairs. Yoongi watches him disappear down the hallway with a growing sense of unease. He tightens his grip on his gun.

Jimin reappears after a moment, shaking his head. There’s only the other end of the hallway to explore now. The master suite is down that way. Where, in one of the walk-in closets, nestled in the corner, sits Yoongi’s safe.

Maybe you’re not here. Maybe you’re already gone, with the contents of the safe firmly in tow. Maybe it’s all over, and any second now, this place will be swarming with feds. For the briefest of moments, Yoongi feels the strangest sense of relief at the thought.

And then the moment is broken as a very loud “God damn it!!” rings out.

Jimin instinctively points his gun in the direction of the screaming. It’s coming from the master suite. Yoongi joins him at the top of the stairs.

“It’s her,” he states in a hushed tone. “That’s her voice.”

“Sounds like someone might be giving her a rough time?”

There are no other sounds coming from the direction of the suite. No more curses, no scuffling, none of the sickening noises that a human body makes when someone else is beating the shit out of it.

“Nah. She’s working on the combination.”

“At least it sounds like it’s not going well.”

For the moment. You have the key to the safe, but it’s a dual lock system, requiring a combination as well. Yoongi has no doubt you’ll figure out the date he used. It’s just a matter of time.

So he’d better not give you any more.

Yoongi grimaces, the gun suddenly heavy in his hands. “You ready?”

Jimin nods.

Silently, they creep forward. The door to the master suite looms at the end of the hall, and Yoongi feels his already frantic pulse increasing with every step.

And then a floorboard creaks under Yoongi’s foot. Loudly.

Both men pause, staring at one another. Listening. Waiting.

The door at the end of the hall starts to open. Jimin dives into an empty room to his left, while Yoongi dashes into the bathroom on his right

The mirror mounted on the wall faces towards the end of the hallway. As Yoongi hides, he stares at the reflection of the person emerging from the suite. Shit, it’s Jungkook, gun drawn as he carefully sweeps the other open rooms down the hall. So much for Jimin’s incredible marksman skills - the rookie cop slash undercover agent doesn’t look any worse for wear, let alone dead.

The door at the end of the hall opens again. Yoongi’s breath catches. With a fiercely determined expression on your face and that gun in your hand, you look nothing like the sweet, shy teacher he met all those months ago. A mirthless chuckle bubbles up in his chest. He clenches his jaw to keep it down. Funny how he was right - you are a kindred spirit, after all. Just a funhouse version of one. Staring at him from the other side of the mirror.

“Jungkook,” he hears you whisper, tracing your partner’s footsteps. “Where are you?”

“In here. Did you crack it?” Jungkook reappears, gun lowered, and -

BANG!

A bullet slices through the air between you and Jungkook. The two of you immediately dive, raising your guns in the direction of the gunshot - which, of course, was just Jimin announcing his presence.

“Drop your weapon and come out!” you shout.

Jimin just laughs, shaking his head. “Does that shit ever work?”

“Goddamn it, it’s that maniac again,” you hiss, loud enough for Yoongi to hear.

“Did you miss me, love?” Another wild cackle. Yoongi glares at the younger man, but says nothing, not wanting to give away his location.

Faster than lightning, Jimin fires another shot towards the end of the hall.

“Fuck!” Jungkook yells, placing himself between you and the line of sight to the room where Yoongi can see Jimin crouching just inside. “Get back in there and keep trying! I’ll handle this asshole.”

As soon as the door closes behind you, Yoongi looks at Jimin. He points to himself and then the door at the end of the hall. Jimin nods.

“Oh, you will, will you?” Jimin taunts Jungkook. He grins at Yoongi. “I think - HEY!” Jimin dives aside as a bullet pierces the doorway, embedding itself firmly in the open door that Jimin was just leaning against. “You son of a bitch, you almost clipped my hair!”

“Next one’s going in your forehead!”

“As if you could hit my forehead!”

“How can I miss a target that big?”

“THAT’S IT!” Jimin roars. “YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME?” He rolls up his sleeves, giant snake tattoo on his arm practically dancing as he clenches his fists.

“Yeah! You already took one from me! It’s time for payback!”

Jimin unbuckles his harness, letting the weapons hit the floor. “Then let’s do this! I’ll tear you apart with my bare hands!”

“LET’S GO, MOTHERFUCKER!” Jungkook screams, and suddenly there are two blurs flying down the hallway towards each other. They collide with a loud “whump!” and Yoongi quickly slips out of the bathroom and towards the master suite.

He opens the door slowly, much slower than the adrenaline coursing through his body wants him to, but he doesn’t want you to hear him entering. The two men behind him pay no attention, lost in their frenzy, powerful blows landing left and right. Yoongi closes the door just as carefully, twisting the knob so the lock clicks quietly into place.

Gun raised, he takes one step towards the closet. Then another. The door is wide open, but the closet is so big that he can’t see the safe in the corner. Or you.

As soon as he crosses the threshold, there’s a loud shriek as you jump out from behind the door and tackle him. His gun goes flying. He lands on his side, the breath in his lungs whooshing out hurriedly as you roll on top of him, thighs straddling his chest.

“Don’t. Fucking. Move.” You cock your gun, aiming it straight at his head. “I knew that maniac didn’t come alone.”

Although your hands are steady, your chest rises with every panting breath you take, Yoongi notes. He feels his entire tensed body relax. You’re scared.

Good.

Yoongi smirks. “What are you gonna do, sweetheart? Shoot me?” He grabs the barrel of your gun as you gasp, but your finger doesn’t squeeze the trigger, even when he pulls it down until it presses into his forehead. “Go ahead.”

“Stop it!” You try to yank your gun free, but he refuses to let go. You tug harder and harder, until he finally relinquishes his grip, and the force of your momentum throws you off balance. Yoongi scrambles to grab his gun as you’re knocked into a pile of hangers and clothing lying in a heap on the ground. When you rise, there’s a bright red line of blood seeping down your cheek, from where a hanger has cut you.

The two of you face off, guns drawn. Yoongi tuts.

“Oh, sweetheart, your face. That looks nasty.”

“Don’t call me that,” you snarl.

“No? But I thought you liked it?”

“I never did.”

“Ah. Right. All part of the game, huh?” Yoongi laughs. “None of it was real, huh.”

“It’s all over now.” Blood trickles down your cheek, dripping onto the pristine white carpet below. “Put the gun down, Yoongi. Think about Da-som. Think about -”

“No!” Yoongi takes a step forward. You hold your ground, but he swears he catches a flash of fear in your eyes. He should know, he’s seen it many times before. “Don’t you fucking tell me what to do! No one tells me what to do! I make the rules around here. I call the shots!”

“Not anymore! We know everything. Everything. Your empire is burning down, Yoongi - don’t throw your life away trying to protect ashes!”

“Oh, you know everything?” The mad laughter that’s been choking him finally slips past his lips. “Do you really? Fuck! You have no fucking idea!” Another step forward. He keeps his gun raised, but he’s cackling so wildly that his aim is all over the place. “Do you have any idea what I would’ve done for you? What I would’ve given you? Anything you wanted, anything you needed, it all would’ve been yours!”

“It wasn’t real, Yoongi!”

“IT WAS REAL TO ME!”

You freeze, eyes wide, as his shout echoes through the suite. Faintly, Yoongi can hear Jungkook and Jimin still fighting in the hallway. But it’s dead silent in the closet, where you’re still gazing at his face, as if searching for some sort of sign.

Yoongi lowers his gun. He closes the gap between you, ignoring that your gun is now pointed directly at his heart, and reaches out with steady fingers.

Tap-tap-tap

The silence in the closet is stifling, pressing in on him. But then you take in a shuddery breath. When Yoongi dares to look up, he sees tears in your eyes.

But time, it seems, has run out.

In the distance, but growing closer, he can hear the blaring wail of sirens.

“YN!” Jungkook yells. The doorknob rattles. “Are you okay in there?”

Yoongi’s fucked. He’s going down, and -

“Go,” you whisper. “You have to run.”

There’s a loud thumping. Jungkook must be trying to break the door down with brute force. He’ll probably go grab his gun and try to shoot his way in next. Or any moment now, agents are going to come crashing through the windows. These are the panicked thoughts that race through Yoongi’s mind and prevent him from understanding what you’ve said. You drop your gun and grab his arms, shaking him.

“Yoongi! Do you hear me? You have to run!” There’s a ferocity in your eyes that Yoongi’s never seen in anyone’s gaze but his own. “I know you have a back way out of here. You have to go now. Yoongi? Hey!”

SMACK!

There’s a white-hot sting on his cheek.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” He rubs away the pain left behind by your slap.

A ghost of a smile crosses your face. The door has stopped shaking. “Listen, Jungkook will be in here any second. My team is likely already setting up a barricade and surrounding the place. You have to get to the water. Grab Da-som, start running, and never look back.”

Da-som. Son of a bitch, he can’t lose her. The weight of everything he stands to lose finally comes crashing down. “Fuck, what have I done?”

There’s a shout from the hallway, a berserker cry, and Yoongi realizes Jimin must have rallied for one last attack. Quickly, you take Yoongi’s hands, guiding him to stand again, and then lead him to the far corner of the master bedroom, where you push aside a bookshelf to reveal a darkened passageway, hidden from the outside. You really did know everything.

Or at least, now you do.

The screaming sirens have stopped. Yoongi can hear voices out on the lawn.

“I know you said you’re the one calling the shots, but you need to listen to me now. I’ll take care of everything else. But you - you can’t ever resurface, Yoongi. This is a one-time deal. Take Da-som and disappear. Please,” you whisper, clutching his hands. “Please, do this. If not for Da-som, if not for you - do it for me.”

Even with his impending doom hovering just on the other side of the bedroom door, Yoongi can’t stop the way he feels. Of course he’ll run.

Anything for you.

Footsteps begin to echo throughout the house. Yoongi pulls you into his arms, embracing you one last time as his lips crash onto yours.

And then he runs.

Epilogue

You open the door to your apartment, kick off your shoes, and flop onto the couch. Another fucking long day. The planning for your latest mission is completely draining your energy. For not the first time in recent weeks, you wonder if you should listen to Jungkook’s advice and put in for that time off request. You could definitely use the break.

Unconsciously, your fingers rub at the scar on your cheek. It hasn’t hurt for years, but in the last few weeks, it’s been itching like crazy. Jungkook always jokes that he can tell that it’s going to rain whenever his bullet wound aches. You wonder what the scar is trying to tell you.

Eventually, you drag yourself off the couch and shuffle down the hallway towards the bathroom, dying for a shower. But then you hear a soft sound coming from the door behind you, like something’s sliding along the floor, and you freeze.

There’s an envelope laying in the entryway. Instinctively, you place a hand on the holster of your gun as you peer through the peephole. No one there. No one in the hallway, either, when you open your door.

The envelope has your first name on it, nothing else. With careful fingers, you tear it open, and read the scrap of paper inside:

35.9285° N, 128.5774° E

Coordinates. To what location?

You flip it over:

I’ll be waiting.

You sink onto the couch, staring so intently at the words that you’re surprised the paper doesn’t burst into flames from the intensity of your gaze.

It’s been five years with no word on Yoongi’s whereabouts. Once Jungkook finally knocked out Jimin and shot the door open, he’d found you lying on the floor, pretending to be unconscious. Yoongi had given up and fled the scene. The Bureau believed your story, likely helped by the fact that Yoongi had left behind his safe and all the secrets it contained. His empire crumbled.

Even though Yoongi’d evaded your capture, you were hailed as the hero of the day and moved on to the next case. And the next, and the next. Days turned into months turned into years.

Once the mission was over, you never brought it up again. Occasionally, Jungkook or Seokjin would try to get you to talk. But you simply told them that you had nothing to say. The case was closed.

(To say nothing of your heart.)

And yet… it wasn’t entirely true. If you’d chosen to talk to your friends, you might have told them that you still found yourself thinking about it from time to time. About Yoongi. And where he was. That sometimes, when you couldn’t sleep, you’d scour countless resources, searching for him. Yet no matter how much you looked, you never found a single sign.

Until, maybe, now. You glance at the paper, and it dawns on you what it really is.

A key.

…

You rise to your feet.

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i crave for some nct dream's angsty imagines🥺 can you do it if you are free? thank you in advance!

nct dream falling out of love with you

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: angst angst angst, some of them really are red flags and assholes but this is just a work of fiction we all know our 7dream boys are a bunch of sweeties, curse words, mentions of drinking

Notes: anon asked for an angsty post and i am here to deliver one! and honestly i think the writing style is a little different? it's a bit more stream of consciousness vibes but yes, i am also an angst lover so this was quite fun to write :”) i am so sorry that this took a while, i’ve been really busy but i am back to posting more regularly now~ so continue to send in more request if you have any! until my next post, be well and take care my loveys <3

𔘓 Mark:

mark has been so busy but at the same time, he loves his job. these days, he much rather spend time working than anything. or maybe these are all excuses for himself to justify why he hasn't been making time for you. it's getting easier and easier to forget the plans you've made or the things you've said. seeing you at the end of every day used to be something he looks forward to, he remembers how he always gets so excited. when he finally sees you, when he gets to just soak you in at the end of his busy day. it relaxes him, he'd look into your eyes, tell you he loves you and everything just feels right. but now, even when he gets to go to sleep next to you, it just isn't the same anymore. you still look at him with so much love in your eyes, but it's been harder and harder to return your 'i love you's while meaning it. he doesn't know what went wrong or if anything went wrong in the first place. did the two of you move too fast? was it because you had thoughts of settling down and mark didn't have the heart to tell you he wasn't ready? is the pressure of marriage getting to him? or is it the fact that he never really wanted to get married at all? it kills him to admit it, knowing how much you love him still. but it's been a while since he noticed that his love for you has faded. and he wonders if it'll be kinder if he just lets you go.

𔘓 Renjun:

renjun has always been a fighter. you mean it in the best way, it's not unusual for you two to get into fights. everytime you do argue, it almost makes you love him more. he has always fought for your love, and you do the same. that's why he loved you so much. you two would never let each other go to bed upset. despite being quick to anger, he always reminds you that the two of you are on the same side. "i'm not trying to fight with you. it's us against the problem, not me against you." so really, you don't know when it started. the longer you've been together, the harder it's been to solve your problems. "why are we even fighting about this again?" "cause you just can't seem to let that shit go" "me? you're the one who-" "let's just stop, i'm not going to argue with you again" renjun is growing tired, it's easier for him to just walk out sometimes. you've gone to sleep angry and crying. "where the hell are you going at this hour?" "can't sleep, going out for some fresh air. don't bother waiting up." and some nights renjun never comes back at all. he usually goes to drink his thoughts of breaking up away, he doesn't want to be the one to say it. but he no longer wants to fight, maybe it's better this way. to stay with you till the end, until you say you're tired too and you can both part ways.

𔘓 Jeno:

is love supposed to be like this? it never used to feel like this. jeno has a lot on his mind. with you, he used to always feel like his floating. on cloud nine. really, you used to be the person who could put him in a good mood just by looking at him. so what changed? when did this love you shared start to feel burdensome? when did it all get so heavy? jeno isn't usually phased by burden, he has carried loads throughout his life. but for some reason, this load is one that he doesn't want to bare. love isn't supposed to be unpleasant like that. has he fallen out of love with you? is that why it's so difficult to leave his friends to meet you these days? it never used to be a problem, he'd always run to you in a heartbeat. he caught himself sighing when his phone lit up and it was a call from you. a frown found it's place on his face because he had to pause his game to pick up your call. and you didn't even have anything important to say. "i miss you jen" "mm, me too" he hated how easy it was to lie to you like that, he promised to always be honest. maybe it's true, his friends always used to tell him that your first relationship never lasts long. and perhaps it's time for him to be cruel to be kind, he'll break your heart sooner than later. he believes you'll come to thank him some day.

𔘓 Haechan:

"you really don't see why i'm upset?" "no, no i really don't," haechan tells you, annoyance laced in his voice. "it makes me uncomfortable, i don't like the idea of you going to lunch with her so often" "it's just lunch? i need to eat, don't i?" "so why don't you ask me then? it's not like i was busy?" "babe, i was already with her! we just went to get lunch after class, what's the big deal?" "it's not about just... lunch," you tell him, trying to stay calm even though your eyes are already stinging. "then what is it? all i'm hearing is that you're jealous. can't you trust me when i say we're just friends?" "yes. so what if i am jealous? you've always known that i'm insecure and that i don't like the idea of you hanging out with girls one on one. and you promised me you wouldn't, we made a deal, and you broke your promise..." "oh my god...." "h-how do you expect me to trust you when you keep going back on your word?" haechan takes a deep breath, he's so sick of having the same god damn conversation with you. he runs his hands up and down his face, before running them through his hair. "okay, fine. i'm sorry... i'm really sorry, you're right. i fucked up again... i'm the bad guy." haechan stares at you as you shake your head, beginning to break into sobs. it's like the two of you are stuck in an endless loop, never escaping this miserable cycle. and his heart used to break seeing you cry like that, knowing that he was the cause. but now his hooded eyes are tired and empty. so he stands up and walks to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine, before he comes back out to join you on the couch and turns on the TV.

𔘓 Jaemin:

you and jaemin both knew long distance wasn’t going to be easy. that much was clear the week leading up to jaemin’s departure, the two of you spend every waking hour together. sometimes even breaking into tears over the fact that you two would be miles and miles away from each other. but they always say distance makes the heart fonder right? so you and jaemin, you two were going to be fine right? it’s been 4 months since the two of you started long distance and jaemin is literally on his wits end. everything was going well initially but now he just thinks you’re asking for too much. he is literally on the other side of the world, trying to begin a new, exciting chapter of his life. and of course he misses you too but that doesn’t mean he has to sacrifice his sleep every night, choose staying at home to pick up your call instead of hanging out with new friends and going on new adventures. he’s trying so hard to just begin chasing his dreams and it’s like you’re doing everything in your power to hold him back. he knows in his heart that you’re not doing this on purpose but he can’t help but grow annoyed at you. he’s growing comfortable to this new life, without you. and he begins to wonder if you’re just another chapter in his life, one that doesn’t last till the end.

𔘓 Chenle:

chenle thinks he made a mistake. yes, he really did find you attractive. and yes, he really really did like you, very much. but maybe he was never really ready for a relationship. it was, to him, just too much commitment for right now. it definitely helps him feel less lonely but it was more of an inconvenience than anything. it wasn’t like he wanted to have other casual relationships or anything, mainly, he just wanted to be free. free to do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted and not having to be accountable to someone all the time. but it was nice to have someone care for him like you do. he doesn’t think he has anyone around that loves him like that, he can tell you love him and it makes his heart ache a little. because he came to realise that he mistook his infatuation for you for love. but it was too late to retract any of these things without breaking your heart. chenle is conflicted, he thinks he could choose to love you if he wanted to. love isn’t just mere feelings after all. but he doesn’t really want to, chenle doesn’t really want to be in a relationship anymore. you’re a beautiful girl, both inside and out, who deserves a lot more than he could offer you right now. and he knows you know it too. you might be naive, but you weren’t an idiot. you could tell that something in your relationship shifted, though you weren’t sure what exactly did. and maybe one day, when chenle gets the courage to finally settle down, maybe then he could be someone deserving of the love you have so readily given to him.

𔘓 Jisung:

when the two of you just met, jisung thought you were the most interesting person he has ever met. you were so different from him, from your passions to your personalities. and personally, jisung saw that as a great thing. afterall, opposites attract, right? yes, the two of you were indeed really attracted to each other and eventually fell in love enough to get into a relationship. but that only began to test each of your patience towards each other. a relationship is hard work and it proves to be even harder when both partners simply fail to see eye to eye. “but ji, you’re not listening to me,” you kept telling him. “baby, i am… but i just don’t agree with you”. it’s really draining, when the two of you are so persistent and stubborn in your own opinions. after a while, jisung just doesn’t feel very happy being together anymore. things seemed to be better when you two were just friends, maybe things should have stayed that way. it saddens him to even think like this, because he still likes you so much. but he sees how destructive this could eventually become. you’re already beginning to say hurtful things to each other just to try to get the other person to understand. you’re both unhappy and the feelings have definitely begun to fade. would it be better to just call it quits? jisung doesn’t know what to do but he wants to do something before it’s too late and it comes to a point where even being friends becomes impossible too.

#nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct angst #j0hnj4ej3n

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cursingtoji · 2 years

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𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑜𝑘𝑒…

…𝐸𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼'𝑚 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢

continuation from this drabble

inspired by the song I don't smoke by Mitski

Toji x f!reader; angst, smoking, reader is mamaguro, kinda canonverse? 2.4k words

“Mom? Mom~” your eyes opened to the sight of Megumi's worried face above you, “You fell asleep on the couch, is everything okay?” you raised your hand to touch his face easing his frown.

“Sure, baby, I just wasn’t feeling sleepy so I came here to watch something” you sat up on the couch seeing your son taking his school blazer from the coat hanger.

You reached the coffee table in front of you for the pack of cigarettes, Megumi turned around when he heard the clicking sounds of your stubborn lighter.

“Mom, it’s six am,” he complained. You usually waited till he’s out for school to light up your cigarettes, but that morning you just needed them.

“Sorry, ‘Gumi. I’ll make some coffee for us, okay?” you ruffled his hair with the cigarette hanging from your mouth, walking barefoot to the kitchen. The morning silence, lowlights and the smell of cigarettes made you feel nostalgic.

“Some classmates will go to an arcade today after class…” Megumi trailed off sitting at the small table while waiting for you to make coffee as you always did in the mornings.

“Oh, is that so? You should go too” for a fifteen year old Megumi did not leave the house often, so, as a concerned mother, you were happy to hear the slightest bit of excitement in his voice when he told you about the arcade.

“You sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Megumi opened the windows so he didn’t have to smell the smoke.

“I’m afraid you will fall asleep on the couch while smoking and set the house on fire” you rolled your eyes at the exaggeration.

“Very funny, actually I’ll leave to buy paint later so I might not even be here by the time you come from school anyways” you blew the smoke out the window as the water started to boil.

Megumi couldn’t help but notice the way your gaze seemed lost as you looked through the widow. He wondered what were you thinking about, though the way you quickly reached for the pack of smokes first thing after opening your eyes and your excuse to not sleep in your bedroom made him almost one hundred percent sure what was on your mind.

Or who was on your mind.

“Paint for what?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, you quickly poured the water on the coffee solution, taking your cigarette out of your lips after a last long inhale and pressed the glowing tip on the window frame, “You said you were going out to buy paint today…”

“Yeah, the neighbor saw me painting our table outside and she asked me to paint hers as well.”

“Is she going to pay for it?” Megumi took some bread out of the cabinets, getting two plates.

“I don’t know,” you giggled, “Haven't even thought about it.”

Megumi poured some milk on his coffee as you two talked about turning your little hobby of painting furniture into a small business.

“You should go or you will be late” you said looking at the clock.

“I can skip class today,” he murmured looking down at his empty mug.

As much as you try, there are things you can’t hide from your son. It's like he can see through you sometimes.

“No, trouble, not when you have a fun day ahead of you. Now go, I’ll be fine” you brushed some rebel hairs off his face, rising from the table to go wash the dishes while he finished getting ready to leave.

“Bye, mom” he kissed your cheek adjusting the backpack on his way out.

“Bye, ‘Gumi. Be good!”

And once he was out of the door you were alone with your memories again.

With your nail you picked the old wood material of his worn table, such an old thing you wondered how the hell it was still standing.

“Please stop destroying my furniture” Toji mumbled with a cigarette hanging from his lips, he sat on the other side of that very small table, so small your legs were constantly bumping into each other as you sat across from him, at some point during that boring saturday morning he took your legs placing them on his lap so you would stop tapping your heel on the floor.

“If your furniture can be destroyed with my nail maybe it’s a sign to get new ones” you argued. Every time you spent the night in his apartment you would find something to pick on, tables, kitchen cabinets, night stands… It was not your fault your boyfriend's apartment was falling into pieces.

“They were fine until you started coming in here” you took a sip from your coffee watching the man across from you sharpen his knives.

“That’s not how I remember it” you found another spot to torment, “If you let me I could sand and varnish it, maybe apply a new coat of paint, it would look just like new.”

“Baby, it’s a table, as long as it's doing its job, which is supporting shit on top, it doesn’t need to look pretty” he felt your feet shaking from one side to the other on his lap.

“At least you would have one pretty thing in this place” you pouted, setting your empty mug aside and lowering your head to rest your chin on the back of your hand placed on top of the table as you brushed a fingertip on a crack.

“I already have a pretty thing here” he started to store his knives back inside the box they came from, putting the cigarette down on the tray.

“No, you don’t” you murmured looking around.

“Yes, I do” he raised, your legs falling from his lap as he went to place the box under the sink, “Too bad she doesn’t live here to bright this place all the time” you finally raised your head with a frown at the word she.

You caught Toji staring down at you with crossed arms, waiting for a reaction.

“What’re you saying?” you mumbled, trying to make sure you were not misunderstanding anything.

“I’m askin’ you to move in” he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you? Doesn’t seem like it” you teased.

“Move in with me.”

“That’s an order, not an invitation.”

“I’ll let you have your fun with my furniture” you laughed.

“You are a terrible negotiator, Toji.”

“Mmm” he pretended to think, “Sex twice a day?”

“Now we are talking” you grinned sheepishly. Toji pulled you out of your seat by your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Buy me sandpaper and varnish?” you whispered when he was inches away from kissing your lips.

“I was joking about the furniture” he whispered back, the strong nicotine smell invading your system.

“I’m doing it anyways” you closed the gap pressing your lips on his, his smile making you smile too.

Music was blasting from your earphones, blocking the sounds from the busy street below as you were in the balcony area of Toji’s apartment, now yours as well, trying to sand this little coffee table you found, after a coat of paint it would look amazing.

“Oi” you music was pulled away from one ear as Toji came behind you, removing one side of your earphone, you turned to see him shirtless standing on the doorway to the balcony with your one year old on his arm. “Trouble is crying” Megumi had tears in his eyes, his little mouth was drooling on his father’s shoulder.

“He’s hungry, there’s a bottle in the fridge” you reached a hand to brush his rebel hairs.

Toji was back some minutes later after heating up the bottle and holding it to feed his son.

“Where did you find this?” he pointed with his chin at the coffee table.

“At a yard sale down the street, I figured I could restore it and we could use it.”

“Baby…” Tojii tilted his head, “We don’t have space for a coffee table.”

You looked behind him at your living room. Indeed you haven't thought about it, now you looked at the table with a pout, making the father of your child snort.

“If this hobby of yours continues I’ll have to buy you a house to fill with shitty furniture. Isn’t that right, trouble?” he turned to look down at Megumi on his arms, kicking his little legs in the air.

“Don’t curse in front of him” you protested, not being able to contain a smile at how Megumi always seemed to wiggle happily on his father’s arms whenever he addressed the baby by the nickname.

Toji’s chest was warm. His whole body was warm. But it was especially warm when you have been asleep for hours alone and he finally crawled under the blankets with you, placing your head on his chest, bare skin replacing your cold pillow and strong arms wrapping around you.

Back then you would have never guessed feelings like those would become memories until you woke up alone in your bed, your mind tricking you into believing the soft pillow below you was his body, but it was never him, it was just a memory.

Laying there remembering the past would just hurt you more, so you moved away from the mattress, opting for the couch and the sound of whatever was on tv, thankfully you drift off until your son woke you up.

After Megumi left for school you quickly found things to do in the house, cleaning, organizing, having a quick lunch then leaving to get supplies for the task you agreed to do for your neighbour, not minding if you would get paid or not, it was enjoyable for you, kept your mind and body busy into make something beautiful again.

Somehow the simple task took your entire afternoon, in between checking other stores on your way and exploring every inch of the construction supplies store to ‘make the trip worth’ (even though your place was 10 minutes away by car) the sun was already starting to set.

You had an idea after seeing a pizza sale on your way back home.

“Mom? Are you alright?” Megumi answered his phone after the third ring.

“Why do you always assume something is wrong?” you tsked, by the background sounds he was still in the arcade, “Listen, I’m in front of that pizza place you like and there’s a 2 for 1 deal today, why don’t you ask your friends if they want to eat some pizza with us? I’ll take them home afterwards if their parents agree” you suggested. Some muffled sounds were all you could hear for a full minute before Megumi’s voice was back asking you to get some soda bottles too.

You agreed, hanging up and getting inside to place your order.

“I got it” Megumi quickly ran down the small steps of your porch to help you unload the pizzas from the car.

“That hungry huh? Here, they are all yours” you handed him the pizza boxes.

“I’ll help too” a boy with pink hair volunteered to take the soda bottles, even helping you with your material supplies.

Once you got inside Megumi introduced you to his friends: the pink haired boy, a white haired boy slightly smaller than the two of them, a girl that wore glasses, another girl that had short light brown hair and a tall boy with dark hair. You forgot their names immediately after, making a mental note to ask Megumi again later since they seemed like good kids.

“I’ll leave you kids to it, call me when you wanna go” you grabbed one can of beer and headed to the back of the house where you took everything you bought and started to organize them beside your neighbour’s table, it was already night, so you couldn’t do much except that.

From where you were you could hear Megumi and his friends laughing and talking in muffled voices.

“So, when will your dad arrive?” Yuuji asked, realizing that was around the time his own dad arrived home.

“Will he kick us out?” Nobara added, mouth full of pizza.

“Uh, no, he’s not… around” the room got silent.

“But your mom has a wedding ring” Nobara tilted her head.

“Yeah” Megumi looked through the window seeing you patting your pockets with an unlit cigarette in your lips. Yuuji changed the subject and Megumi got up, taking one plate with a slice of pizza and bringing it outside for you.

“Thanks, trouble, but you should leave it for you and your friends” you argued.

“Mom, you got 4 pizza boxes, how much do you think they will eat?” Megumi took the cigarette from your lips, knowing you usually don’t smoke after eating.

“Good point” you accepted the plate, Megumi stood there sipping his soda and staring at your ring.

“You never thought about selling that thing?” he asked, the question caught you off guard but you were quick to reply.

“No.”

“Why not?”

Because if he comes back, he would be hurt to find me not wearing our wedding ring.

You thought, but you knew saying that out loud would upset your son.

“It has sentimental value.”

“If some day I don’t come back home, don’t come looking for me” he said out of the blue, Toji had Megumi in his arms, rocking him even though your two year old had already fallen asleep.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you put the comb that was brushing your hair down and turning to look at him.

Toji remained silent for a moment, looking down at his kid with sadness in his eyes.

“I’ll always come home to you two, and if I don’t, it’s ‘cause something bad happened, I don’t want you to get involved.”

“You can’t ask me that” you crossed your arms.

“I’m not asking” he looked up, green eyes looking determined.

You didn't think there was a real possibility he wouldn’t come home, it was a fear of course but hearing that coming out of his lips hurt you more than anything.

“Mrs. Fushiguro?” the pink haired boy put his head outside the door frame, “My dad said he will come pick us up to not give you any more trouble”.

“Oh darling, it’s no trouble…”

“And he said thank you for buying us pizza.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Fushiguro” the rest of Megumi's friends shouted from the kitchen.

“Anytime, kids.”

“I’m sorry” you felt his arms lace around your waist as you looked at the empty street through the kitchen window, due to the lingering nicotine smell you guessed he was smoking there before rocking Megumi to sleep.

“I’m stronger than you think” you murmured leaning back on his hold.

“I know” his hands trailed under your shirt, hot palm rubbing your stomach, “Come shower with me” he whispered in your ear, you placed your hands on his arms fingertips brushing the scars and veins there as he kissed your cheek.

“Let’s stay like this a little more.”

note: yes i like pain

#toji x reader #toji x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji angst #jjk angst

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k-s-morgan · 11 months

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You mentioned that you have a scenario planned where Ciel will ask Sebastian to kill him at the end of S2. I find this absolutely fascinating - how do you think Sebastian would react to this? Would he understand Ciel's motivations behind asking him? What would Ciel's motivations and thoughts be? The young Phantomhive has always been breathtakingly noble, so I wouldn't be surprised if it were out of principle - he could no longer pay Sebastian what he was due, but he could at least give him the option to be free from an eternity as a servant. Unless you have something else in mind? I am desperate to hear your thoughts on this! How exciting!

Hey! I'm so glad that you liked this tidbit from what it to come for Ciel and Sebastian :D

Here's what I envision. At the end of S2, Ciel and Sebastian are in a very interesting situation. While they are still technically united by a contract, they both understand that Sebastian can break it any time. Ciel knows that Claude killed Alois for no reason, out of blue, just because he wanted it. Sebastian can do it, too. In fact, he would be fully justified in killing Ciel now - he fulfilled his part of the bargain. He even had that demon-killing sword nearby. But he didn't do it.

Sebastian keeps Ciel alive: more than that, he keeps serving him. However, he looks somber and conflicted about it till the rest of the episode, and he did attack Ciel when he woke up, even though it wasn't to kill. He's torn and he's miserable because he no longer understands what he should do and why he feels the way he does.

Ciel tries to show that he’s in control, but there are flashes of vulnerability pointing out that he’s not sure where they stand any more. Both he and Sebastian are so confused that they both choose to maintain their habits in attempt to pretend that everything’s normal. The morning tea, the dressing ritual - all to avoid thinking of what happened and its repercussions.

Ciel needs Sebastian, he is dependent on him. He is terrified of being abandoned, so he’ll never break the contract despite knowing it’d be fair. From how I see the possible continuation, for some time, Ciel will try to act like nothing changed, but Sebastian's palpable misery and depression will bother and hurt him. It'll get so bad that at some point, he'll break down. He will no longer be able to act like everything is fine - he'll take Sebastian to the Demon Island, the place where he was supposed to die, and he'll order him to find the demon-killing sword that was buried with Claude.

Once Sebastian obeys, Ciel will tell him to kill him. He'll see it as his only solution: he's too possessive of Sebastian, he spent too long in certainty that he'd die as his Master, that he'd be consumed by him. Ciel will never let him go willingly by breaking the contract, but he respects Sebastian and himself enough to not want to be a burden when Sebastian is so clearly upset by it. So Ciel will put this decision in Sebastian's hands. If he wants to be free, he can fulfill Ciel's order and get rid of him for good.

This will push Sebastian into the very last corner. He'll be furious, scared, in disbelief. He'll keep stalling, and Ciel will lose his patience. He'll try to kill himself right there, maybe by throwing himself at the sword in Sebastian's hands, and Sebastian will save him - again. After this, he'll no longer be able to deny that he wants to stay with Ciel forever, that the thought of his death is unbearable.

So much angst to come, I can't wait :D

#my fics #sebaciel #black butler #kuroshitsuji #post canon #anime

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yoonieper · 2 years

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Daydream | KNJ

One man’s daydreaming is another man’s day.

✿ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

✿ Genre: smut, angst, a tiny bit of fluff, pretty much pwp

✿ Rated: M for More

✿ Warnings: A little spice over the phone, handjob, oral (f. receiving), little bit of spanking, this is a tad bit emotional

✿ Word Count: 5.6k

✿ Summary: It’s late and he has work to do, but for some reason he can only think about you. He misses you so much and after so long, maybe it’s time to pay you a visit?

✿ Author’s Note: Fun fact, this is based off a dream I had a while ago. The part that mattered only lasted for like a second and the rest of the dream was nonsense but ayy I got a fic out of it~ This was supposed to be posted a year ago, I’m so behind omg 🤡… In reconciliation, I will let y’all know that there mayyyy be a part 2, but not in the way you expect so keep an eye out :3

No reposting, modifying. Translating is not allowed unless given explicit permission. Thank you so much :D

Namjoon stared at the screen like he had been all day, his frustration had caused a pounding headache that only seemed to get worse as the day went on. Cubase remained untouched, nothing, absolutely nothing had come out of this work day. He’d been at this for hours, hoping and waiting for inspiration to strike. With approaching deadlines, the pressure was eating away at him to try and get everything done.

For weeks he’s been working hard on songs for the upcoming album the group was going to be putting out in a few months. Today was the day he was supposed to start taking it easy and let his own creativity flow to its heart’s content and focus on working on the playlist that consisted of new songs for his new upcoming solo album. He had been looking forward to this day for a while, but it’s just been crickets. He hadn’t done anything productive today.

The cause… well, it’s sad, but he had a feeling of what it might be.

Namjoon tried to tell himself he was just burnt out from working so hard. It’s true, he had been overworking himself for the past few days, it could have easily sucked out all the inspiration he had beforehand. He knew that wasn’t it though. All day, now that he wasn’t so sucked into work, his mind was focused on something he tried to pretend hadn’t been eating away at him for the last month.

You.

It’s been so long since he’d seen you last. Busy schedules got in the way, and he’s embarrassed and honestly a little ashamed in the fact that he couldn’t make time to text you. He missed you so much, but he shouldn’t. It’s what put the distance between you two in the first place. Things were getting complicated and they never were supposed to.

But he just missed you so much.

Namjoon grabbed his phone off his desk and scrolled through his messages till he found your name. His heart skipped a beat.

Joonie [12:42 AM]:��Hey

Y/N [12:44 AM]: ???

Y/N [12:45 AM]: So you’re finally texting me again 😏

Joonie [12:45 AM]: :( Don’t be like that

Y/N [12:46 AM]: Hehe I’m just playing, I figured you’d be busy

Joonie [12:46 AM]: Yeah I’m sorry, works been a lot

Y/N [12:46 AM]: I figured

Joonie [12:47 AM]: So… how’s your day been?

Y/N [12:47 AM]: Joon I thought we were past small talk 😩

Joonie [12:47 AM]: It’s a bit awkward, just feels like forever since we’ve talked last

Y/N [12:48 AM]: It’s been like a month hasn’t it?

Namjoon stared at the screen in disbelief. Has it really been that long? A quick scroll up told him it was in fact true.

Joonie [12:49 AM]: I’m sorry ㅠㅠㅠ

Y/N [12:49 AM]: It’s alright, I just miss you :(

The words shouldn’t make his heart jump. This goes against everything you both have established, then again, you’ve been crossing the boundaries for a while.

Joonie [12:50 AM]: I miss you too

Y/N [12:50]: :D

Namjoon suddenly had the urge to scream. You were adorable.

Joonie [12:51 AM]: :)

Y/N [12:52 AM]: Soooo Kim Namjoon, what’s the occasion this time?

Y/N [12:53 AM]: We both know you never text me unless you want something ;)

Joonie [12:54 AM]: …

Joonie [12:55 AM]: Can I call you?

Y/N [12:55 AM]: I’m waiting 👀

Namjoon stared hard as his thumb hovered over the call button. He knew the door he was opening up, and wondered if this was the right choice. Maybe he needed more time?

His body acted on its own and without thinking about it anymore, he clicked the button.

It rang for a second before you picked it up, he couldn’t help but smile when your cheery tone greeted him with a hello.

“I need you.” The words escaped his lips before he had much time to think it over.

“Someone’s eager,” you joked.

“Sorry, I just… I’ve been stressed lately with work. Nothing went as planned today, I was supposed to get a lot done, but I’m feeling burnt out. I need you. I just.. need you.” He ranted, almost pleading. The last words carried a lot of sentiment that was unknown to you both.

Joon could practically feel your smile through the phone.

“And what exactly do you want me to do? It’s been awhile Joon, talk to me~”

He quickly looked behind him, making sure his door was closed and locked. When he was assured it was, he scooted his chair up so he was leaning against his desk, lowering the chances of anyone hearing him, even if the other measures failed.

“Make me feel good like you always do. Please baby, you always make everything better and I miss you so much…” He whispered into the phone.

“Mmmm it really has been awhile~”

“So long... I’ve been thinking about you a lot these days.”

“Me too. Everytime I’m alone, it’s late at night and I can’t stop thinking about you and how good you make me feel Joon and I—“

“Fuck wait, stop!” Namjoon hurried. “I—I’m not even on the road yet, I’m still in my studio and you know how long it takes for me to get there.” His breathing was heavy as he gripped hard on the arm of his desk chair.

“Well hurry then Joon before I start without you~” Namjoon threw his head back at your words.

“Baby… wait, tell me what you’re wearing.” They say curiosity kills the cat.

He heard you chuckle slightly. “That hoodie you always keep leaving over here.” Fuck.

“And?” He rushed.

“Did I say and…” And boy did curiosity kill him. Namjoon just sighed, already feeling the blood beginning to rush to a certain place. He looked down at his lap, getting the urge to pull his pants down as he listened to your voice.

“Y/n I want you so bad…”

“How do you want me when you get here?”

“Don’t do anything, just wait for me. Can't wait to make you feel so good baby, missed your body so much.”

“And I can’t wait to make you feel good. I’ll make sure you forget the stress of your job. Get ready Kim Namjoon.” The possibilities had his mind racing and he gripped the phone hard as he bucked into nothing.

“I’m going, I'm going— I can’t do this anymore. I'm sorry.” He was already getting up and heading for his coat.

“I’ll text you when I’m downstairs, please don’t start without me.” His affirmation was needed as he remembered that one time he walked into your apartment, to see you having a blast with that hitachi wand you kept in your bottom drawer.

You giggled before you said your goodbyes.

It was in record time that he made it to the garage, with his driver pulling up in just a few minutes. The drive to your place was about 30 minutes from the Bighit building, as traffic always seemed to be bad when he came.

One thing he loved about coming over was the fact that the drive always gave him some time to think, and he had much on his mind.

Namjoon has dug himself in a hole he’s not sure he can come back from. Your relationship was never meant to be as complicated as it quickly became.

Namjoon met you a few years ago. At the time you worked as a waitress and after a successful concert, as they always do, the boys and some staff members went out to eat at the restaurant you worked at. You had been their waitress and even though the night was a blur (too much to drink), he had practically spent the whole night ogling you. He remembers distinctly the way he felt every time you came over to their table and how his eyes would follow you even after you left.

But it was not this meeting that started the whole arrangement that’s been going on for years. No, it was the next time you met.

Bighit had been holding a company party and the same restaurant they went to that day catered the event. You were still a waitress at the time, so you were one of the staff members that worked that night. This time, and with a little (emphasis on the little) less alcohol in his system, he managed to talk to you that night. He pulled you aside when your shift was getting close to ending and you guys basically spent the whole event talking and getting to know each other. Well… that would be a little bit of a lie.

The event had been close to being over and well, after a few more rounds, somehow you both ended up in one of the practice rooms practically eating each other’s faces. Things got pretty intense, Joon being this close to taking you right there in that practice room, but the sound of people beginning to leave scared you both, and that’s how he ended up in your apartment, and how this whole thing started.

It was supposed to just be sex. Joon made it clear from the beginning how work was just way too busy for him to consider a relationship, and you seemed fine with keeping the whole thing pretty casual. You even established rules and boundaries you both should not cross over.

Well flash forward a few years and practically everything you said not to do has been done. The boundaries were in this unspoken gray zone that you both never just seemed to talk about.

That’s where the problem starts.

The last time Namjoon went over to your place, certain words that he knew would change the dynamic of your relationship forever just seemed to be on the tip of his tongue all night. Luckily he never said anything, but it made him realize how close you two have gotten. Really, if it wasn’t for the periods you sometimes wouldn’t speak to each other, you would really look like a couple in a normal relationship. He’s never taken you out on a date, but the amount of times Joon would come over to just hang out, or how he stopped caring about falling asleep at your place, it was not surprising that feelings eventually arose.

It was just meant to be sex. He was quick to accept the fact that you two became friends, just with a few benefits, but the fact that he knew deep in his heart that he wanted to be more than that, well…

If things were different, if he wasn’t RM from BTS, he wouldn’t have any doubts asking you out, or being more. But the title and responsibilities are tied to his name in real life. He’s busy, and the worry of being an awful boyfriend because of his job, just seemed too much of a possibility for him to even think about putting you through that. It wouldn’t be fair.

In all honesty he had been avoiding you at first before he legitimately got too busy, a problem he knew he had to fix still raged in his mind.

He needed to end this. He’s gotten way too attached to you and for your sake and his, it would be better if he just ended it here. It was the right thing to do, but that’s what kept him from confronting the issue. He honestly couldn’t imagine not having you in his life anymore. It’s selfish and he knows, but he needs you.

Namjoon’s just been wondering how he’s going to break it to you or himself.

This whole thing that’s happening tonight was unfair and he knows it. He shouldn’t be speaking to you until he’s found the right words to say to end the beautiful relationship he’s built with you. It’s hard, and in a time of immense stress and dismay, he always goes to you for comfort.

Maybe by the next time you speak he can finally say the words he needs to. But not tonight. Tonight he just wanted to see you.

The ride seemingly sped by but at the same time felt like it took all too long. It still surprised him when his driver stopped in front of your apartment building.

Namjoon gave a friendly smile to the driver. He was really the only one to know where he would sneak off to at nights occasionally. Even the guys who he calls his brothers don’t know about your little affair. A silent promise was made each time he would get out of the car to go to your place. He would never tell a soul what happened tonight.

Your apartment building was familiar, it felt like a second home. The familiar rock in front of your building held a special memory as he remembered tripping over it the first time he was here. In a haste to get inside and feel you, in his tipsy state he nearly face planted onto the cement floor when his eyes had been fixated on you, not realizing he was walking straight into the rock.

A neighbor who lived on the first floor, their familiar door near the elevator would always be playing loud music whenever he would visit, tunes he could easily recognize belonged to his group.

Even the elevator was enough to get his heart to ache as he remembered the time you came in together and you joked about the ominous background music as you rode up together and how you got stuck inside for a good 20 minutes. He didn’t see it at the time, but today it seemed all too fitting considering how wrong it was for him to come here today.

He hurried inside, the adrenaline coursing through his veins as he rode the elevator and made it to your front door.

Finally.

A brisk knock was all it took before you were pulling open the door, revealing exactly how you described. You were wearing that dark blue hoodie he keeps forgetting to take home, your hair was down, and your legs were bare, getting Namjoon more excited than he’d like to admit.

You were so beautiful, so effortlessly beautiful.

“You’re finally here!” You exclaimed and pulled him into a hug, basking in his familiar sweet scent. He hugged you back happily, resting his head on top of yours. He hugged you tighter.

Your embrace felt like home.

“Missed you so much.” He whispered.

The sentiment was nice, but he quickly remembered the fact he was supposed to be pulling away from all of this. It hurt so much. All he wanted to do was give you all the kisses in the world and tell you the words he held back from saying last time.

Namjoon let his hands travel down under your (his) hoodie to distract his aching heart, grabbing a handful of your ass. He groaned realizing what you told him earlier was true. You weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“You weren’t lying…” he chuckled weakly, gently massaging your ass.

“Why would I lie?” You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I dunno, you wanna make me a mess so rush over here, because you know you make me so hard so quickly.” His words were filthy, but he was desperate.

He saw your eyes widened at the sudden change in mood, but the shock was soon replaced with a sly smile as one of your hands traveled down his body. Your fingers, down his neck, collarbone, abs, all the way till they were hovering over the waistline of his sweats.

Namjoon felt his breath hick.

“Do I now?” You continued further till you were gripping his hardening length. You smiled seeing the way his face scrunched.

Oh boy were you gonna kick it up a notch. You just missed him so much and the way he was speaking earlier about how work had been, you wanted to make him feel better in any way you could.

You pulled your hand out to spit in it, before you were back in his pants, slowly jerking him off. You immediately felt his grip on your ass tightened.

“Wait—Y/n what are you—“ he couldn’t even finish before he had his hands on your hips and was burrowing himself in your neck, trying to suppress the moans.

You gently kissed his cheek, trying to soothe him. “I guess you were right~” you whispered softly into his ear, feeling his length quickly growing in your grasp.

You worked your hand the best you could considering the angle and the fact he was still wearing pants. “Does it feel nice?” You asked, smiling at the way how he was pretty much just fucking your hand. His hips steadily worked at pushing himself into your hand, eager at the slight bit of friction, you really weren’t doing much anymore.

He cursed under his breath at your words.

It was like a flash before suddenly he had pulled your hand away and pushed you back onto your dining table. You stared at him as he began walking closer, the hunger in his eyes had you squeezing your legs together.

He got between your legs, his eyes trailing up your thighs as his hands came up to pull you closer to him.

You were surprised but smirked, trying your best to ignore the way your heart was beating like crazy.

“Huh, can’t even make it to the room Joonie?” You teased.

He just chuckled. “Guess I can’t…”

“You gonna take me right here on the table then?” You bit your lip, not even trying to hide how hot that sounded.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” You didn’t miss the dark tone of his voice. You just smiled at him.

He just stared at your face and you couldn’t help but start to get shy at the way he was looking at you. Unable to handle his gaze you turned away, but his hand pushed you right back to meet his eyes.

You felt your cheeks start getting warm.

“I missed you…” His voice was soft, pleading almost for you to know. He wanted you to know, wanted you to know how much he missed you. This whole situation was fucked, he shouldn’t have to feel like this.

Namjoon pulled up your hoodie so it came up over your thighs. You stared wide eyed as he dropped to his knees and spread your legs apart, lifting them over his shoulders. He started planting kisses up along your thighs, making your whole body come alive.

“Wait— thought I was supposed to make you feel good?” Your breathing was getting labored as he got closer to where you really wanted him.

“You are… seeing you fall apart on my tongue will make me feel great…” He smirked and you just playfully rolled your eyes.

“I mean— I won’t stop you if that’s the case— ohhhh…” You sighed as he kissed you right on your pussy. You didn’t miss the way he smiled seeing your reaction.

Just like you can have him a mess in a few seconds, he could do the same to you.

You gripped the table harder as his light kisses turned to his tongue circling your bud.

“Fuuuu— baby please…” You cried, and he knew what you wanted.

“Does this feel good?” His voice was low and teasing, happy to see you already a mess for him.

“So good, but I want more…” When you beg like that for him, no matter how much he sometimes likes to draw it out he couldn’t deny you. Not when you’ve got him this hard, begging for him to please you.

Namjoon moved his arm so he could use his fingers to start rubbing up along through your slit. He marveled at how wet you had gotten so quickly, and it made him all too eager to finally feel you around his cock.

You whined again, slightly annoyed by the fact he was still teasing you, but before you could say anything his fingers were buried deep between your walls, already getting to work. He curled his finger to hit that sweet spot that he knew turned you into a mess.

“So good— so good!” Your hand flew from the table to tangle in his hair as a moan fell from your lips. He threw you in for a loop as he used the deadly combination of his tongue and fingers to bring you more pleasure than any of your toys were able to.

You missed this, you missed him.

“Fuck, just like that…” You moaned out and that fueled him to push further. Namjoon always knew how to have you screaming within minutes and this time wasn’t an exception.

Namjoon marveled in the little curses, your breathy moans. Knowing he could make you feel so good to make those pretty sounds for him.

He was to miss hearing you like this.

It all came back to him, how this was going to end soon, how it had to end soon. There was nothing he could do about it.

What if this was going to be the last time?

A particularly loud moan from you was enough to bring him back slightly and get back in the moment. You were right here with him, at least he could savor the moment while it was still here.

He took his frustration out on you, making sure every movement of his was purposeful, that this was going to be something you would remember. He wanted to make sure you would remember him.

“Joonie– oh my g–” And just by the sound of your voice he could tell you were getting close.

He paid close attention to your clit, drawing hurried figure eights around the bud with his tongue. With how long it had been since you saw each other it was enough to finally push you over the edge, and Namjoon watched your face intently as you came all over his tongue.

Namjoon paid close attention to the way your face scrunched up at the pleasure, the way your thighs tightened around his head, and the way you whined his name like you were his, like he was the only one who could please you like this. Every detail about you made his cock ache and he wanted nothing more than to take you like you wanted.

As he watched you come down from the pleasure, the little smile that appeared on your face warmed his heart and also made it hurt even more than before he walked in the door. Those same words that scared him last time were on the tip of his tongue once again.

In a haste to make the pain go away he rose to feet and kissed you hard, hardly giving you any time to breathe. He had to make this go away, there wasn’t anything he could do.

You giggled at his hastiness. “Does eating me out really get you going that much?” You asked in between kisses. Namjoon didn’t even answer before he was hoisting you up, making you squeal, and speedily making his way to your bedroom.

He was quick to set you on the bed. You looked up at him excitedly nervous for where this was going.

Namjoon tugged off his shirt a little less than gracefully, and cursed quietly to himself as he tried to get his pants untied. You ogled him happily, with all the working out he had been doing lately it certainly paid off. He looked absolutely amazing.

But what caught your attention the most was the look on his face, and the more you noticed the more your smile started to drop. After knowing Namjoon so long you knew that the way he was clenching his jaw meant he had something on his mind and it was bothering him.

“Joon, you ok?” You asked hesitantly. At that moment he had finally won the battle with his sweats and started tugging them down his legs.

“I’m fine. Take off the hoodie, want your ass up for me.” He said as he went over to the nightstand to grab a condom out the top drawer.

You were still concerned but you did as he said, slipping the baggy hoodie off your form and laid so your ass was in the air. You had every intention of asking about it, but you had a feeling now wasn’t the best time. Maybe this might take his mind off of what was bothering him?

If only you knew the whole reason for his frustration had to do with you.

As much as he wanted to just forget about it and be in the moment with you, he wanted so many more opportunities to be like this with you. The fact that this should really be the last time he gets to be with you, but how much he knew he didn’t want that, it just made this whole experience harder than it should be.

It really would be so easy to tell you how he felt, how much he wanted more out of the relationship you’ve built over the years but that would just make things complicated. It would be even harder to say goodbye.

Namjoon quickly opened up the package and slipped on the condom and got on the bed to position himself behind you.

He was scared to look at you, what if those words he wanted to say would come out if he looked into your eyes?

Namjoon let his hand come down on your ass cheek, a smacking sound reverberating through the room, and a moan instinctively falling from your lips.

He guided his length so it was right nestling you right where you wanted him. You whined and tried to push your hips back but he stopped you.

“You’re so pretty like this…” He sighed, the view honestly immaculate. He started to rub himself between your soaking folds making you want to scream.

“Joon oh my gosh– what has gotten into you?” You cried into the pillow. He normally wasn’t one to tease. Anytime you both would normally meet was under hurried circumstances. Busy schedules, life, anytime you were together just felt like waiting for some sort of timer to go off. It might be a call from a manager, a call from a boss, a notification reminding Joon he had a schedule to get to. There were very few moments you both would get to just relax and be with each other.

The reminder made Namjoon even more upset. There really wasn’t going to be any way he could make this work with you?

“Say it…” His voice was static, trying to sound as emotionless about the situation as he possibly could.

“Joon?!” You cried again.

“What do you want?” He asked again.

“Fuck me please…”

Namjoon could hardly contain himself at your words, he hastily pushed himself in. A moan slipped from his lips at the familiar tightness around his cock. You were so amazing.

He sat there for a second just allowing you to get adjusted, but when you started moving your hips he knew you were ready for him. He was slow, but made sure he was deep with his thrusts so you knew how much he truly cared for you.

You felt so good around him, warm, tight, like home.

Each stroke just made him more angry, he set a punishing pace enjoying the way you little whines distracted him. Everything about you enchanted him.

He slapped your ass again, enjoying the way it jiggled.

He had to make this quick, the longer he was here the harder it would be to go. This had to be the last time, he couldn’t do this anymore, this had to be the last time.

“Fuck– Joon– yes!” You moaned.

The last time. It had to be.

“Shit…” He groaned feeling the way your walls tightened around him. You were getting close too.

With his orgasm approaching sooner and sooner the more he couldn’t just ignore the way his heart longed for more.

In a haste he stopped and pulled out.

You turned around confused but before you could really question it you were on your back and staring right into his eyes as he pushed himself back inside.

The position was intimate and the last thing he should be doing, but he wanted to see you. See the way you look at him, see the way he makes you feel. Would you even want more out of this relationship if he asked you?

To make things worse you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist to pull him closer. As that feeling grew stronger he couldn’t but lean in and kiss you. It was passionate, a passion he desperately wishes you were aware about. He could have burst into tears right in that moment.

Seeing you like this underneath him, he couldn’t deny it. He wanted more, he wanted to call you his. Why, why, why did the job he loved have to get in the way?!

He broke away from you lips and buried his head in your neck, sensing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Namjoon started kissing your neck right where he knew got to you the most, savorying the way you groaned in his ear. Everything about you felt like muscle memory. How was he going to give this up?

“I’m going to miss you.” He softly said, not expecting you to hear.

Your whimpers were enough to finally push him over the edge, his hips sped up before a soft moan fell from his lips as he stilled inside you and filled up the condom.

He hardly gave himself time to breathe before he was snaking his hand in between your bodies and making quick work on your clit. You instantly moaned and it didn’t take very long for this to push you over the edge once again.

As you both started to calm down, Namjoon hesitantly pulled out of you and went to throw away the condom, when he came back he was a bit shocked to see you staring at him. It automatically prompted him to realize he had a decision to make.

Was he saying here with you tonight?

His mind knew that was a horrible idea, but that didn’t stop him from putting his boxers back on and climbing in bed next to you. At least he could spend one more night with you.

That was one of the rules you had set up oh so many years ago, yet the amount of times he’s stayed over were too many to count at this point.

Even as he got snuggled underneath the sheets you were still staring at him strangely.

“What’s up?” He finally asked.

“What’s up with you? You seem a little tense and what did you mean when you said you’ll miss me?” You questioned a bit worried by how off your evening together seemed.

Namjoon froze realizing you noticed. In a second he weighed his options– does he finally confess what’s been bothering him all night, finally tell you that it would probably be best to end things now, or wait a little while longer to enjoy one more night with you.

One look at you, post sex bliss making you even prettier.

He quickly picked the latter.

“Work’s just been tough. We have a schedule soon where we’re heading to LA in a few weeks– being with you like this made me realize how much I’m going to miss you.” He smiled, pulling you into his arms.

He saw the little smile on your face at his words, melting his heart.

It was true, he was going to be leaving soon and he really was going to miss you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be here when you get back.” You said as you snuggled in closer to him.

“I know but still… I’ll miss you.” Namjoon couldn’t hide the emotion in his voice. You were able to pick up on it and looked up at him.

“You’re sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

He tried to smile and nodded. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

This time you didn’t push any further and picked up your remote that was sitting on the nightstand. “Did you wanna pick up on the show we left off on?”

Namjoon nodded and watched as you opened up netflix and started up the fifth episode of My Name. You were easily sucked into it, but he couldn’t focus.

In an effort to try and distract himself he got up and told you he was going to shower. He hopped that might help, but one glance in your bathroom made everything worse.

He was everywhere.

Namjoon over the years had steadily started buying more stuff for whenever he would stay at your place. Right there on the cup that sat on the sink was his toothbrush sitting right next to yours.

Even when he made it inside the shower, right next to all your shampoos and body washes were all of his, the same ones he had back in the dorm.

The whole time in the shower he was telling himself one thing; this had gone way too far. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, feelings were complicated and of course after spending so much time with each other feelings other than physical attraction would develop.

It already hurt now thinking about saying goodbye, what about a year from now? This can’t keep going on.

It’s what he tried to tell himself but once he came out the bathroom and saw you lying on the bed asleep, he knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

He slipped himself underneath the covers and cuddled up next to you, his heart nearly tearing into two when you almost instinctively snuggled further into him.

It was things like this that was going to make this hard. How was he going to be able to say goodbye when he loved you so much?

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welcometololaland · 10 months

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Binged Read "living at the centre of would...." tonight, and i am in tears, I just love love your writing so damn much Lola 🫶🏼 You grip on Characters and their Characterization is so strong. I have read every single of your Lone star fics till date. You are my Favorite author!! I have specially made a tumblr account to reach out to the beautiful writers of this fandom and appreciate them and let you'll know that you all matter so very much to us!!!

Can't wait to read what more beautiful things you put for us, i m specifically so intrested in ALTA ( just genuine excitement and want to share the Excitement , no pressure, please take your time,m very patient lmao)

Never Understood Grief so wonderfully and truthfully before!

Thank You <3

(ALTA SNIPPET BELOW CUT)

Thank you so much! The honeymoon fic was difficult for me to write (because I don't often write angst), but it was also incredibly cathartic. I think it helped me process a lot of my own feelings about season 4 episodes 17 and 18, and also made me think deeper about Carlos in particular and his state of mind in these episodes.

I feel honoured to know you have read so many of my stories! I hope they brought you joy <3 I think it's awesome you made a tumblr account to tell people that you like their work!

ALTA is finished, but it is in beta-phase. I'm not sure when it will be ready but I'm hoping to post ch 1 soon(ish). This fic has been so fiddly and difficult, I don't think I've EVER spent so much time nitpicking. I've re-written and re-worked the chapters so many times it's insane. Never write a mystery, guys. It's HARD lol. Here, have a snippet (it's unbeta-d, don't judge me).

Summer Break, June 2015

“Carlos,” TK sighs, sliding himself into the passenger seat of Carlos’ car, jiggling the ancient manual windows to wind them down, allowing fresh air in. Carlos knows he’s going to have to get a better car one day – he can’t keep driving around in something that has no AC in the middle of Texas – but he’s also a broke student and his father isn’t a movie star. Not that he’ll be reminding TK of that, lest he turn up to TK’s house one day and find himself presented with a brand new Range Rover.

Although, given recent events, he’s never going to be able to set foot in TK’s house again.

“Carlos,” TK repeats with a little huff, leaning back against the seat as Carlos backs out of Owen’s driveway. “Why are you so mad? It’s not like this is the first time this has happened—”

“TK,” Carlos exclaims, one hand tapping the steering wheel in exasperation. “Your dad walked in and we were—”

“My dad has walked in on us loads of times,” TK argues. “He has no sense of privacy, you know that.”

“Yes, but—”

“One time he caught me practically giving you a blowjob, remember?” TK interjects. “I think it was the first time you met him, actually—”

“TK!” Carlos practically cries. “How are you not more concerned about the fact that your dad walked in while you were riding me?”

TK shrugs. “I don’t know,” he replies, infuriatingly calm. “We’re adults and adults have sex, right? I don’t think anyone in the Strand household is under any illusions as to why the pool house was out of bounds for six months straight.”

Carlos has a sudden urge to take a random left hand turn and drive them into another state. He’s not sure he can bear to be in the same timezone as Owen Strand, knowing that he’s seen them in such a compromising position. On second thoughts, Carlos wishes he could drive to Antarctica.

“Seriously, baby,” TK says, holding his palm up on the centre console, begging for Carlos’ touch. “It’s going to be okay. I bet my dad won’t even say anything. I mean, he might make an awkward joke about it but trust me, he doesn’t care.”

Carlos blows out a breath. “I don’t know,” he replies with uncertainty. “I’m beginning to think we should move out.”

Out of his peripherals, he can see TK practically bounce in the passenger seat. “Some place other than your college dorm?” he asks. “Carlos, that would be—”

“I’m not serious,” Carlos interjects, then feels terrible about it when he looks across at TK’s face and sees it fall. “Wait, hang on, I didn’t mean—”

TK retracts his hand and brings it to his face, covering his mouth as he turns to look out of the passenger-side window.

“TK,” Carlos calls, sighing as he pulls over to the kerb and throws the car into park. “TK, look at me.”

TK turns back slowly, a sad frown etched into his features. “I get it,” he says, a little despondently. “I mean, I’d be terrible to live with. I know you think I’m spoiled and I don’t know how to do anything, and I do hate chores but I’d do them if it meant I got to live with you.”

“I don’t think any of those things,” Carlos says softly, reaching across the space between them to rest his palm on TK’s leg. “Sweetheart, I’d love nothing more than to live with you—”

“I do hate chores,” TK admits. “Come on, that part is true.”

“Okay,” Carlos concedes, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as he watches TK’s do the same. “If we’re being honest, you suck at chores. But I’m sure you could get good at them, with practice.”

“Maybe,” TK says, wrinkling his nose. “I hear you’re a pretty good teacher.”

“I am,” Carlos replies seriously, leaning halfway across the console to kiss the tip of TK’s nose and then his lips. “I want to live with you, TK,” he says. “I just can’t afford that right now. Plus, we’re young. Maybe it’s a good idea to wait until we finish college at least.”

“And give my dad more opportunities to walk in on us?” TK asks, arching an eyebrow. “Your funeral, Reyes.”

Carlos shrugs, trying to school his expression. “Oh no, that’s not happening,” he says smoothly. “We just can’t have sex at your place anymore.”

“What are you suggesting?” TK scoffs. “That we have sex in your dorm room? Because Darren is gonna have to get real cool with some stuff pretty quickly…”

Carlos shakes his head. “I was thinking more like abstinence.”

TK chokes. “Abst— No, Carlos. Abstinence does not work when your boyfriend looks like this.” He flourishes his hands in Carlos’ direction, motioning to the entire top half of his body.

“Was thinking we could wait until marriage,” Carlos teases, turning the ignition back on as TK squawks.

“Okay,” he says, “I guess we’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Not legal yet,” Carlos points out. “Guess we’ll have to wait a while.”

#ALTA #tarlos #tarlos fic #snippet #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #anon ask #answered

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Unconfessed yet reciprocated (Traitor pt.2)

(not my gif)

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

PART 2 (final part) to 'Traitor'

Description: Eddie reveals the intentions of his actions in the upside down and the real truth as to why he risked his life.

Warnings: Mention of near-death experience, trauma, upside down, swearing, angst but fluff ending :)

WC: 2540

A/N: Sorry it took a while for pt.2! life just hasn't been the greatest :D Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this ending! I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!

Dustin awkwardly gulps amidst the awkward tension in the trailer. Not knowing how to react or what to say, his head slowly turns to Eddie who is sitting on the couch still visibly fuming. His hands are balled into fists, his eyes red and his deep breathing can be heard in the dead silence. Eddie’s eyes rapidly look at Dustin, causing Dustin to quickly avert his gaze towards his bedroom door where you lay behind. Dustin chews on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying anything or doing something that might continue to anger Eddie. Instead, Eddie abruptly stands up and stomps into his bathroom, banging the door shut. Dustin sighs with relief as he hears the shower turn on. He walks towards the bedroom door and quietly knocks.

“Hey, can I come in?” He softly asks. As he waits for a response, he hears shuffling behind the door coming closer. The door slightly opens allowing Dustin to see half your face. Dustin’s expression softens as he observes your puffy, red eyes and red cheeks.

You sigh before allowing him to come in. Dustin walks in and sits on Eddie’s floor as the mattress still lies in the living room. You lower yourself on a squeaky stool beside Dustin and sit in silence.

“How’re your wounds?”

“Not as painful as before.”

Dustin nods in response before looking around Eddie’s room, noticing multiple posters, an acoustic guitar, magazines and a Polaroid hanging on the wall above his bed frame. A photo of you sitting on Eddie’s lap with your cheek against his as you both smile widely. Dustin recalls that night when the whole group had a sleepover at the Wheeler’s. It was when everyone noticed you both had a thing for each other and it was just constant teasing that night. No one knew what you and Eddie were till this day, and neither did you both. No confession has yet taken place. Instead, you both continued to hang out as if you were a couple. Always hugging, holding hands, being flirty, getting high and just being in each other’s presence. You’ve always seen Eddie as your love, but an ‘unofficial’ love. You’ve been waiting for his confession. You wanted it to come from him, because what if you were overthinking? What if he just wants a platonic relationship?

“I-is he-do y-you love him?” Dustin breaks the silence, his gaze moves from the Polaroid to meet your tired eyes.

“When have I never? I’ve been in love with him f-for so long.”

Dustin nods, “A-are you ever going to tell him?”

“With everything that just happened, I think it’s best not to.”

His brows furrow in confusion, “Why is that?”

”I don’t think our feelings will ever be the same anymore, especially after t-this,” your arms flail in the air as your eyes scan the dark, gloomy surroundings, with only the lamp on Eddie’s table being the source of light. Dustin licks his lips, trying to think of a response. He knew what you were trying to say. After this whole situation with the upside down and you and Eddie’s near-death experience, it will undoubtedly alter the dynamic of your relationship. You were scared that the happiness you felt whenever you’d look at Eddie will eventually turn into trauma and guilt. You didn’t want to lose your feelings of love through the slow and agonising pain of trauma, which lead you to question the state of your relationship with him. Do I just leave him? Or do we just slowly drift apart? The bedroom door opens with force, a shirtless Eddie with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still damp. You and Dustin jump back by the sudden and abrupt interruption.

“How will it not be the same anymore?” Eddie asks lowly. He had been hearing this entire talk, yet none of you noticed. You turn your head away from Eddie, looking at the Polaroid once again. The deafening silence takes over, Dustin looks down at his feet as he sits in between you both.

“We won’t be like t-that anymore,” your voice cracks in between, still staring at the photo that held all the unforgettable memories and euphoric bliss of emotions. Eddie’s eyes follow your gaze, realising what you were staring at. He vividly remembers that night. The way none of you were hiding, no anger, no guilt and no fear, just love. The way your eyes would sparkle when you stare at him, the way your hands would roam around his hair, the way you would melt into his arms and the way you would give up everything just for him. Looking at the photo itself emits the love that is strongly present, which is why Eddie hung it. His eyes along with his heart soften. His eyes become glassy from the realisation. It felt like he ruined everything good. He reminisced the best times of his life which were all shared with you. You meant everything to him and now questioning whether it would ever be the same broke Eddie.

“I-it can. We c-can try,” the desperation in his voice caused a lump in his throat urging to be released.

You look at him noticing the change in his expression, “Not after everything that just happened.”

Eddie’s eyes rapidly scan the entire room, he was losing his mind just thinking about losing you. He couldn’t bear the thought of not having you in his arms or talking to you. It felt impossible to him. His hands began to tremble.

You continue, “I’m just scared that whenever I think of you, I’m no longer going to feel the butterflies in my stomach o-or my heart beating like it was the first time I fell in love. Instead, it’s going to be full of pain. The pain from almost watching your death, from the bats, from when I saw that look in your eyes, and from the fact that you’re ungrateful that I saved your life.”

“I never said I was ungrateful.”

“It’s not what you said. It’s how you reacted,” You passively aggressively reply, “W-Why did you leave Dustin and me? Why didn’t you run away with us?” You ask with despair in your voice, hoping to find the truth. Eddie starts fiddling with the rings on his fingers as he tries to respond back. His mouth quivers as he looks toward the ground.

“I-it’s fucking stupid,” He responds, wiping his eyes as guilt torments his mind.

“It mustn’t be if you were willing to die Ed-”

“It is!” He raises his voice, anger seething into his words. You feel the tension seep into your throat keeping you silent.

“I j-just-fuck!” Eddie bangs his fists into the door causing objects on a table beside it to wobble. You hear Eddie breathing heavily. He walks out into the hallway and then back into his room. Your eyes stare at the carpet. Eddie’s figure appears in your peripheral vision, right beside the door once again. He leans against the door and stays silent for a few minutes.

“I wanted to prove to myself that I can do more and help,” he manages to quietly mutter out. Your head lifts up to look at him. His eyes were already on you.

Your eyebrows furrow, “You were already helping by causing a distraction, Eddie.”

“Yes. But it wasn’t enough.”

At this point, you were very, very confused.

“I-I mean um…what are you trying to say?” you ask with confusion.

“If we all ran away, the bats would’ve eventually got to Victor Creel’s house right?”

“Y-yeah…”

“We can’t just let Steve, Nancy and Robin fend for themselves against the bats while they were already dealing with Vecna.”

You remain silent. He was right and you knew that, you instantly understood where he was coming from, but you still did not understand why he had to do it alone. Although you eventually saved him by a second from death, what if you didn’t? What if you didn’t recognise that look in his eyes? What would’ve happened if you didn’t help?

“But-but why did you have to do it alone though? I know to protect Dustin and I but still. Just tell me why.”

Eddie gulps and takes a deep breath, still fidgeting with his rings. He didn’t want to sound stupid to you.

“I just didn’t want to run away, and would you look at that-“ he lightly chuckles trying to find some sort of humour, “I didn’t run away this time, right? I wanted to feel like some sort of- I don’t know, hero?”

Your confused anger turns into sympathy. Suddenly you felt guilty. Guilty not knowing that Eddie was suffering on his own, drowning in his own thoughts and accusations. You were aware that Eddie was perpetually self-conscious about his reputation in Hawkins, but you didn’t think it would get the best of him. It must’ve got him ever since he’s been labelled as a murderer.

“Eddie-”

He interrupts you, ”It sounds stupid and cringy as shit. B-but- at least I’ve done something good right? Although not in this reality but in another dimension, in another Hawkins. And plus if I was to lose you, I would’ve lost…me. Y-you’re like everything to me, and I mean that. I had to put myself out there to not lose you or Dustin.”

Eddie’s eyes glisten. Your heart wrenches at his confession, a part of you felt joyful yet sad. Joyful that he feels the same way, but sad that he also risked his life for his love for you.

“N-no-Eds-If you think about it, y-you have helped in our Hawkins too and-”

“Think about what? There’s nothing good I’ve done in this reality. I have helped no one in this reality!” Eddie exclaims in distress.

You feel your eyes sting once again, “Y-you have helped so many people! You have helped the ‘losers’ feel seen again! You don’t shut them out and continue making them feel like one. You even made a club for D&D lovers and you don’t understand how much the members love it. You make them feel so excited every session because of how creative and passionate you are about your campaigns. Dustin, Mike and Lucas always- and I mean always, ramble on about how great your campaigns are. A-also, you’re in a band! You’re the lead guitarist and vocalist and without you, there wouldn’t be a corroded coffin! You also make the secret jock-haters admire you because you’re the one verbally shouting their thoughts and feelings for them!” You stop to take a deep breath, “You make the people who aren’t physically seen, emotionally seen.”

You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back the flood of emotions that will erupt in a split second as your mind begins to fog. Dustin sniffs and wipes his eyes as he acknowledges the authentic and unfiltered sensations in your tone and words. He was also pleased that you said the truth, which Eddie had always denied hearing.

You continue, “Y-you’ve h-helped me Eddie. You make me feel loved. Y-you make me feel these ecstatic emotions I cannot even explain because i-it’s unexplainable,” you sigh as you glance at the Polaroid and back to Eddie, “It’s something I only experience whenever I’m with you. Only you. You’re all I think about and it’s made me realise how lucky I am to have such an amazing person like you in my life. It’s hard to not fall in love with you because you’re special to me. A different special,” Although your voice cracked a million times throughout and uncontrollable tears continue to fall. You feel a sense of relief as you’ve finally said what you’ve been wanting to say for so long. But it’s the guilt in your heart for not saying it earlier because maybe Eddie wouldn’t be too harsh on himself if he knew how you and the others felt. You try to swallow the lump in your throat but instead your hands cover your face as you choke out a sob. Your mind is going crazy, you don’t know what to feel, all these overwhelming emotions are just colliding with one another, resulting in your brain just giving up and crying. The sound of Eddie’s feet shuffling against the carpet comes closer to you. You suddenly feel his warm embrace. The feeling of him against you causes you to bawl more. You wrap your arms around his bare back and continue to cry against his chest. All you want is this, but without the guilt and trauma that is lingering in the back of your head. You want to feel the same as before, but it’s hard. Eddie misses this feeling with you, he undoubtedly and wholeheartedly still loves you but there’s this pint of shame haunting him. He starts kissing the top of your head until his tears start flowing down his cheeks and wetting your hair.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Eddie’s lips whisper against your head in agony as his fingers tremble against your back.

He loosens his embrace but his hands are still on your waist as he leans back to look at you, “We can make it the same again. I promise. Please,” You hear the pain and anguish in his hoarse tone, “W-we can heal through this trauma together. If we g-go through it alone then it’ll be even worse. We desperately need each other,” His words stumbling upon one another as he leans his forehead against yours, “I desperately need you,” he whispers. Your lip quivers, feeling the butterflies in your stomach that you thought you wouldn’t feel again. Your eyes catch the glimpse of hope in his eyes that he wishes you could see. The idea of Eddie being lonely is the last thing you would want to happen, and you won’t ever make it happen.

You softly press your lips against his, perfectly melting into each other as if it was meant to be. The stiffness of Eddie’s shoulders is relieved as he brings your body right against his to deepen the kiss. You run your hands through his hair, completely forgetting about Dustin who is right beside you. Your lips continue to savour every need, passion and love you've both been waiting to express. Despite the fact you both almost witnessed each other’s death, it was the unconfessed yet reciprocated love you both had for one another that saved your lives.

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celestemagnoliathewriter · 3 months

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Hello hello…… lovely weather we’re having… the economy and inflation is wrecking havoc in the world but you know what is wrecking havoc in my MIND!? 🤔 any guesses? 🤨 fine, I’ll let you know this….

*sighs in happiness* *sighs again in angst* * sighs in a sigh*

I just want you to know that I have you will be the end of me, in a good way mind you! I want you to know that I have many tabs of your fics open, because you writing is addictive and the pain you cause to my poor lil heart is worth it. 😩😩💔💔🥺🥹🥹 makes me want to thank YOU for the excruciating pain time and time again.

Call Me Edward (I keep meaning to leave reviews, and I WILL! That one has me constantly emotional for Teddy, you know what I’ll send another ask for a director’s cut/symbolism if that’s alright with you? I cried many MANY times will reading this, I think that’s what keeps me from leaving reviews, I’m too busy reaching for Kleenex! 😭 even now as I eat a Jimmy John’s sandwich Im getting teary eyed as I remember all the pain Teddy went through 😩 )

Supernova (my weakness Tedromeda and lil Dora, plus Ted being all grumpy/angry leaves me like 👀 plus jealous Dromeda 🔥 )

The Nymph of the House of Black ( I read some snippets here on tumblr, and it’s been on my tbr list for THE LONGEST time! I believe there’s a scene in this one where Tonks meets that guy with No-Nose and does her best to block him from reading her thoughts? If I’m correct?)

Moonlight Marriage (on my tbr list as well, I see myself gravitating towards that fic in between the CME fic)

The Burdens of Time— this is the latest new fic and it’s already has its very own open tab on my phone, because the summary is everything. Tedoire is such an adorable couple and the whole Time Travel is something you are incredible at. Geez, I don’t know how you do it!

So many fics but it’s worth it, I don’t know how you are able to write so many long fics but I wanted to say thank you (for the heartbreak/healing of my heart as well!) because this is amazing. I hope you know that I appreciate all the hard work you put into your stories (fact check/characterization/dynamics/family history etc) you always leave me amazed, truly.

Please, continue wrecking havoc in both my heart and mind 🥹🥹🥹

@nena-96, this is why you are an international treasure of the HP fandom. This ask was the first thing I saw this morning and it's put SUCH a huge smile on my face (including me being the end of you emotionally, that's a fun accomplishment!).

Send me ANYTHING you like for any of my stories, including Call Me Edward! That was my first Teddy-centric fic. I put that cinnamon bun through hell and back and it was a ton of fun!

Supernova, my current muse, with heavy Tedromeda angst and darling little Dora. Just wait till you see what I do to Andromeda. JUST WAIT.

Oh ho my time traveling Tonks story!! Yes, Tonks becomes Dora in that one too, but a very different Dora from Supernova. The Dora of NOHB is severely traumatized, definitely more than Dora from Supernova. Neither version of Dora escapes my torture, however :D

Moonlit Marriage!! My favorite fic from 2023, hands-down. I think it's some of my best writing and characterization of Remus and Tonks. Putting them in an arranged marriage let me get to their personalities by putting them in this pressure cooker of emotion and then blowing them up. That was an emotional ride for me too.

The Burdens of Time - I started writing that last May. I love the concept of sending characters back in time, especially ones like Teddy who have lost so much. This time around I decided to send him back with Victoire, so he would have someone to lean on (even if he's currently crushing on her hard), and Scorpius and Albus, to shed some light on how the 'Lightning Era' kids would've been perceived by outsiders. Scorpius is *not* going to be impressed by young Draco, and Albus is going to be underwhelmed by young Harry. Lots of feelings will happen all around!

Thank you Nena, you are truly a treasure.

#asks #send asks #nena is an international treasure #she should be protected at all costs #remadora #tedromeda #tedoire #torturing blorbos is my favorite

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kaelenlen · 2 years

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Okay so I should probably study rn I'm literally in the middle of my exams but idc im failing/j but becos masama ang loob ko ngayon scaramouche angst. Im hurting myself with this🤟

Theme - full on angst, fluff soemwhere, Scaramouche x Reader, def not proofread

Do you have time?

Dating Scaramouche the 6th Fatui harbinger was not an easy task, though you somewhat did but whats a relationship with the balladeer without fights? We all know how sharp his tongue is.

But you being stubborn and actually getting close to him probably smitten for him, but Scara has his walls up still most of the times since he is hated by probably most people. But when its behind closed doors he can let loose and not on edge every time, though he thinks that you'll betray him aswell like Ei yknow since he doesn't want to be dependent to anyone but thats what relationship is right? Yep!

So at times, your relationship from an outsider perspective is just a person whose in love with someone who doesn't even acknowledge them. Yeah you felt that — most of the times. But don't worry Scara is there to comfort you, when he's not busy ofc :) Which isn't really that often but rarely so don't be surprised to sleep in bed alone that a routine to you now.

Visit him in his office because you got him something? "You can put it on the couch, love" Scara won't even bat an eye as he writes down on the paper.

Preparing a dinner date for the two of you? You need to prepare around almost midnight, since he works till hes exhausted leaving you eating alone— even at times would wait for him before you eat or don't even. Please eat the food.

Anything, anyway you show him you affection for him, dismissed or wasn't recognised, yes he would thank you, yes he would take you out but that was long ago when you just started dating now nothing really intimate or romantic happens between you two.

"Scara?" opening the door slowly, walking in his office, he hummed too busy signing some important papers to actually respond, yep you didn't expect anything new, taking a deep breath "Do.. You want to uhm.." standing awkwardly trying to— well atleast trying to think on what to say. Scaramouche stopped signing already looking at you, raised brow waiting for you to go on. Atleast he had some patience for you.

"Well– do you want to.. Walk on the shores later?— After your done ofc!" you said internally cringing at yourself, slightly smiling hoping he could say yes to your offer. "That's all? I guess we can after I finish this" Scaramouche deadpan, eyeing the stack of paper next to him. Yep. You exactly caught what he was saying, the stack of paper was mlre important right now than accompanying you. Sighing under your breath before smiling sweetly at him "yep! After you finished.. Then I'll be going now scara, don't forget to take a break" you said narrowing your eyes at him, he rolled his eyes playfully know how much you pester him about him taking a break. "Yeah I won't"

DAMNIT I CANT FINISH THIS MF DRABBLE I CANT MAY NAKITA AKO NA EOSHEO HUHHUHU KINILIG AKO NA DAPAT MATPOS KO ITO I WANNA FINISH IS BUT D KO KAYA( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°)

I finished my exam for the day btw👍🏻

#scaramouche #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #angst???#Unfinished huhuhu #genshin impact #genshin angst #x reader #Di ko to kaya

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sineala · 1 year

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Another little plot bunny that wont leave me alone until I speak to a professional about it: (this ramble mentions abusive relationships/consent issues/alcoholism/!)

I am in love with how you write Steve and Tony and I always will be- I especially love the complex nature with which you approach Tony's awful exes with Steve angsting in the background cause Tony is so happy and he deserves love but every little thing that this person is doing isnt quite right in some way and puts Tony down or is damaging and am I the only one who sees it? Am I making things up because I'm jealous? I'm a terrible friend.

Like 'Mercy in You' is incredible because Steve is into kink and Tony has no idea until Steve helps him out after a shitty dom leaves him in pieces. And another fic by you that i cant recall the title of but it involves Tony and Whitney (I think) involving Steve in their relationship until Steve can hear them through their shared bedroom wall and she is seriously hurting Tony and Steve is so unsure about if hes overstepping his boundaries or not but he knows the difference between pain Tony is enjoying and pain that is seriously hurting him.

So when Tony and this Bad Partner are being all relationshippy and in-love and Steve is seeing all these red flags that he cant quite put his finger on. But then when Steve starts to notice the d/s threads within their relationship he gets even more worried (and agonized because oh god Roger's that's their *intimate* details of their relationship you cant be poking your nose in there)

This is all a very long winded way to describe this scene (whoops pun) in my head where Tony and The Partner come back from a date and Steve was eating something (and pining) and now is trapped in the kitchen because they've settled on the couch and now he cant walk through the living room because they're there and obviously canoodling and the longer he stays here the more awkward it's going to be. This is a nightmare what does he do? (Especially if he's already maybe tried to mention things to Tony and Tony didn't take it so well)

Then he hears Tony trying to wind things down, maybe he's tired, or got work to do, or got injured in battle lately, or just isnt in the mood. And steve is rejoicing - thank god I can wait till they've moved.

Until he hears The Partner getting aggravated or guilt tripping Tony or trying to convince him to do a scene cause "that'll chill you out Tony". Insisting he get on his knees or the like. And he can hear Tony trying to converse his way out of it (like a respectful human being) but The Partner is having none of it and is getting pushier and nastier, saying things along the lines of if Tony had a drink with them at dinner (or ever) then he wouldn't be so boring/a tease/hard work. (We all know how insecure Tony can be- and that's even without the hints about how maybe certain parts of his anatomy are a bit dicey these days)

Cue Steve seeing red and charging through to bodily rip The Partner off of Tony growling "I think he said no, don't you?" And only refraining from throwing them out of the window out of respect for Tony's home and also Captain America isnt supposed to condone murder.

I think you have a special way of writing these things so that Tony is Suffering but he's not the 2 dimensional damsel in distress character that is incredible. And I'm sorry for rambling on like this and pestering you again.

I just want to say that I did not even know Tumblr asks could be this long. Thank you for sharing your idea, though!

I am glad you liked Mercy In You so much -- it is one of my more popular fics, I think, and I have been very happy with it as an expression of hurt/comfort. I know a couple people who have written and/or are writing remixes of the basic premise so I think there is something in the idea that touches people right in the id. I mean, it worked for me, clearly -- posting a fic like that is always a fun exercise in "how many other people share my taste in idfic?"

However, I cannot take credit for the story where Steve ends up involved in Whitney and Tony's unsafe kinky relationship -- that's Very Good Bad Thing by @isozyme. It is also one of my favorites of Iso's. I did not write it, though! But I see why you might think that because while Iso was still writing Steve/Tony somehow we ended up with a lot of fic that's somehow in dialogue with each other. (I wrote the one that was Steve being suspicious of Tony/Ty.)

(Also if you are interested in badwrong Tony/Whitney I highly recommend the Whitney episode of the 1994 Iron Man cartoon which heavily implies that Whitney's interest in Tony is... unwelcome... in very particular ways that I definitely wasn't expecting to find in a Saturday morning children's cartoon.)

The only fic I have that comes near a lot of the themes you're describing is the one Tony/Whitney non-con fic that I STILL haven't posted because it's 150,000 words and I hate editing and somehow I have ended up starting two WIPs that are currently both 50,000 words each in the past six months instead of editing this fic because that's how much I hate editing fic.

Anyway, that particular fic is going to be... interesting... if I ever post it, because among other things it's basically the Dead Dove version of the Protective Steve trope, in which Steve's method of dealing with these massively traumatic experiences (Steve also incurs a fair amount of trauma himself) involves being very protective of Tony and is... definitely not good, and since Steve is the kind of character who absolutely refuses to acknowledge that he is not doing well, especially when Tony is doing very, very badly -- well, it takes Tony a while to figure out exactly how much worse Steve is than he's letting on.

Your scene does sound very interesting, though! I think fic about other characters -- especially Steve -- finding out about Tony's terrible relationships is always fun, because Tony keeps dating people who are bad for him and even though they don't all try to kill him, they are often not great. And yet the only one he seems willing to acknowledge as a bad idea is Sunset Bain (and then only not when Dan Slott is writing them). I don't know what was so different about that one that he understood it was bad.

#replies #angryandanonymous #sorry it took so long

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saltyr3mix · 9 days

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have I ever told you that second chances had multiple test concepts?

before I decided on empires, I considered Stardew Valley because the original idea for this was an ask game where you put the last character you drew in the last game you played and I thought he would vibe :D

Then, when I decided on empires, I considered making him a ghost in a cursed pendant that llama Owen picked up! The story would have been about him trying to get brought back so he could continue his massacres but being worn down by llama Owen’s stupid antics lol

NO YOU DIDN'T

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

THOSE IDEAS ARE SO SO SO FUN!!!!

I neeeeeeeeeeeed more outsiders x other servers fixing them fics. There was this one fic where they took outsiders and fused it with the maze runner and it was amazing. and like i ADORE ADORE ADORE LOVE ABSOLUTELY FAWN OVER YOUR FIC OF COURSE!!

Cause i love taking messed up characters and sending them on the most painfully complicated fix it arcs. Its literately the plot of both These walls scream your name and Played my game now you're in it. OH! and my new secret wtdw fic only Danger knows about that i wont share for a while. (im going to wait till i have a few chapters before hand ready to post so i don't get behind on it like all my other fics lol.)

ANYWAY

I've also been tossing around more combinations for this kind of au. taking outsiders and putting them in places they shouldn't be. and here are some of the ones i've nearly written but just don't have the time for.

O!Krow in Newlife. just, it's reaction to sparrow would be so funny and also the angst potential in death and hybridizing Krow even further. Also there is one opening to one of the NL episodes where Krow does a Japanese voice over intro that catches me off guard every time i hear it.

O!Bek in SOS smp. Look. Scott, Eloise, and Owen are there but my girl is missing and that makes me just a little bit sad that they can't reach their full chaos potential. its more so to fix them than her at this point. but i also think it would to see O!Bek specifically try to adjust to it all cause shes isn't a big......team player..... to say the least. Which is something that smp relay on big time.

O!Magic on Pirates. i think she deserves a gun. and to kill people. and also think she would be a great apprentice for P!Gracie and would be besties with cruppy. this is less of a lore heavy one and more i just want her safe and happy and also to kill whomever she so desires because she deserves it after everything.

On a similar note on sending people place for the sole sake of letting them kill people, i think sending O!Oeca to the traffic series would just. just think about it. they were made for each other. and you know what. Put O!Mowhee there with him. Just the two of them running around on red just. i don't know man. i think its very fun and that they would thrive.

O!Squidney and O!Spidey i firmly believe should have the pleasure of being in Rats. Just as a treat. just so they can be silly and forget the horrors.

Anyway those were plans i had for another super big grand fic where every outsider got put somewhere new and each chapter centered around them healing. but i quickly realized that's way too big of a project to take on right now and also i don't know enough about servers or enough about every outsider for that.

Hope you like the little exchange in ideas!!! I do really like yours and i have so many i couldn't help but spill some of my own!

(i also may have another little idea for a oneshot sort of inspired by your fic, if i get around to having the free time to write it and you allow inspiration)

#salt answers!#outsiders smp #fanfic

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worldswithoutendings · 2 years

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babysit duties pt.2 [eddie munson]

part 1

hi lovelies <3 I actually wanted to wait for the last season to come out make the second part but I couldn't wait, so please enjoy <3

pairing: Eddie munson x female!reader

warning: slow burn, kinda angst

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While you were making your signature pasta you couldn’t help but look at the walkie-talkie, something in your guts was telling you that it was going terribly wrong.

The television was on a low volume but you could still hear the faint talking over the situation in Hawkins, how Eddie now is a suspect and that 2 people have died. You sigh deeply, knowing it’s not true. You finally had enough and grab the walkie talkie “is everything okay?” you ask, not knowing your voice would tremble, it took a little while before your heard static following by dustin’s anxious voice ‘yeah, yeah! Yeah, we’re doing fine y/n don’t worry” “what do you mean don’t worry! Sh-“ “shut up max!” you hear them bicker as it gets cut off shit.

You sat down on the couch, fimbling with your bracelet waiting for them to come back. You heard after an hour a lot of talking coming towards your house “how are we gonna tell her?” “we’ll be fine, just relax” “how can we relax after what happened!?” “Dustin! Shut up!” you hear Robin say and you immediatly stand up to walk to the door. You stomach sinks when you see them walk towards you “what happened?” you ask shocked as you check them all on bruising.

When you come to Eddie you see him gulp “are you okay?” you ask him “yeah, in desperate need of pasta” he just says and you nod “come inside, then we can tend to Steve” you get them all inside and out of protection you lock the door and close all the blinds.

Nancy and Robin tend to Steve his wounds while you heat the pasta back up. Eddie walks into the kitchen and you see him shake visibly “Eddi-“ “that was so fucking scary dude” he says as he walks towards you and he immediatly puts his arms around you to hug you. Shocked you go with your hands through his hair, feeling his hands trying to only push you further into his touch “you’re safe now” you whisper as hear him cry softly “i will not let anyone hurt you, ever”

He curses under your touch and after a while he stops hugging you, missing his touch already you wipe away his tears “okay, i would love some good food now” he says as he smells the pasta and you smile “it’s ready, sit down” you say as you walk towards the living room to tell the rest that dinner is ready.

The pasta was devoured under 10 minutes by everyone, getting lots of compliments from anyone and you smile “it’s nothing really” you smile “it’s the least i can do for you guys” you grab all the plates to clean them “let me help you” Eddie says while he stands up.

While cleaning the dishes you can hear them talk about how to kill Vecna, if you didn’t know what was happening you would think they were talking about a game. Eddie is standing close to you while you clean the dishes “are you okay?” Eddie asks making you snort “am i okay? Really? You guys have been through hell and back, don’t worry about me” “no i will worry about you” Eddie says making you blush “thanks Eddie” you whisper as you feel a hand on your lower back and you look at him “eh-ehm, is it okay if i crash at your place tonight? My uncle is out of town and i do not want to be alone” he stumbles “yeah sure no problem, i’ll take the couch so you can fully relax” you go with your hand through his hair

When they have all left your house except Eddie you make your bed comfortable for him, he stands in the doorway “you have a nice bedroom” he says as he walks around “thanks, it’s not a lot but it’s enough” he walks over to your casette collection “lots of mixtapes huh” he smiles and you nod “yeah, i like to make them a lot” he looks at all of them as he walks back to your bed to sit on it “i know this is gonna sound incredibly childish, but can you stay till i fall asleep?” he asks under his breath, without a doubt you crawl next to him ‘ofcourse, it’s no big deal” you say with a smile

You were both getting ready for bed, decided to watch a kids movie you still had laying around to be sure Eddie would be fine. Others would have laughed knowing you would be in the same bed, watching a kids movie but you know that at this moments you just wanted Eddie to feel comfortable. He looked spooked the entire night and incredibly on edge. The both of you had fought on which side of the bed you should be, you wanted to be the big spoon but so did Eddie “no, you’ve been through a lot!” you declare “okay, we’ll lay next to eachother and facing eachother then” He says as he crawls into bed. With a deep sigh you also get into bed, not turning the lights off while the kids movie played in the background. You put your arms around his waist as you snuggled against him and he started to play with your hair “i just really want to thank you y/n, for how you acted today. I needed it” he says as he sniffs your hair “It’s no big deal, i like it” you mumble “you really are a good friend” friend. Did you just got friendzoned by Eddie Munson? You swallow dry air and take a deep breath “anytime munson” you whisper as you draw with your fingers on his back. Hoping he would fall asleep quickly.

It didn’t took long before he started to breathe deeper and loosened his touch around your body. You couldn’t deny the heartache you’ve been feeling since he said how good of a friend you were, after a while you really couldn’t hold it and crawled out of bed, only to hear a bit of complaining from Eddie but he fell back asleep pretty quickly. You tiptoed downstairs to sit down at the kitchen table in the dark. To be alone with your feelings. Fumbling with your bracelet you tried to focus but your tears had found a way to release themself “shit” you whisper as you desperatly try to wipe them away but more kept coming. The clock kept ticking in the distance while you gave in into your feelings. You had felt happiness, seeing them come back alive, you felt happiness, knowing they were okay. You felt happiness, knowing that you could give your ultimate support tot hem, only to be pushed back down by getting the award for ‘for being a good friend’ to hear that come out of the mouth of the guy you have been swooning over the last couple of years, shredded your heart. You knew you would never be pretty enough to be with someone like Eddie, never be smart enough, wise enough to even enter the hellfire club.

You did play DnD, with your own club, but you really wanted to be in the hellfire club. How Eddie talks, how intense their stories were, how happy they always walked out of school. It made you envy them. Knowing you would never get there. You put your hands infront of your eyes as you tried to make yourself small on the chair you were sitting in. After sitting there for quite sometime you heard a gasp and Eddie running down the stairs in pure panic “y/n?!” He screams through the house. But when he sees you he can’t help but take a deep breath “you scared me” he mumbled as he sits next to you as you remove your hands from your eyes. You sniffle as you wipe away your tears and his face turns concerned right away “are you okay?!” “yeah i’m fine” you smile only with your mouth and Eddie looks you in your eyes “no your not” “why did i scare you?” “i t-thought that-that thing had gotten you, you know. It’s not my first time s-seeing it and y-you know you mean a lot- like really a lot to me a-and i don-n’t want to see yo-you know h-hanging” he talked incredibly quickly and stumbled over his words while his breathing quickened again “hey, i’m here” you put your hand on his cheek “you have to fight me to leave you” you whisper “i will fight back to keep you, I will personally talk it out with vecna, even have to sacrifice myself but i will not lose you” he blurts out, starting to get angry at the fact that losing you seemed too real all of a sudden, making you go quiet. You sat in silence for atleast half an hour together, both too afraid to speak up about the conversation you just had “do you want some water?” you ask as you try to stand up but Eddie pulls you back down and closer to him “i mean it y/n” he whispers and your faces are both too close, feeling eachothers breath on eachother “me too Eddie” you whisper back as your lips shortly brush against eachother, making both your bodies feel fire in your lower abdomen. You look in his eyes for a short moment not wanting to move away but another part of your body wants to run like hell “i was scared you’d friendzoned me” you whisper and Eddie nods “yeah i was scared that i did that too” you adjust your form to sit correctly and Eddie does the same, but not keeping his eyes off of you and neither do you “fuck it” he whispers as he puts his hand on your neck pulling him towards you and gives you the best, softest but wildest kiss you have ever experienced in your life.

You both went back upstairs after the kiss and layed back down in your bed “so ehm, just t-to be sure” you say as you face him “hm?” “what does this make of us” you speak hesitantly, afraid to be turned down only to hear a heartly laugh coming out of Eddie’s mouth “what it makes of us? How about we go on a nice date tomorrow and make it official?” he says as he tilts his head. Smiling you kiss his lips “i would love that” “me too, a lot” he puts his arm over your pillow so you can put your head on his arm and he kisses your cheek “sweet dreams princess” “sweet dreams prince” you whisper. Both falling into one of the best sleep of your life.

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