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bluewinnerangel · 3 years

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Well hello there. I hope you're having a very coucou day.

I wonder if you can do an analysis of Stockholm Syndrome. I feel like there're two interpretations and I wonder what you think.

Hi! coucou AND NOW YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS RINGING IN MY EARS AGAIN

The thing with Stockholm Syndrome (and why it took me so long to reply to you <3) is that I'm not convinced on any interpretation. Usually in a song there's some hint or link or reference that I just kinda grasp onto and go from there and if it keeps checking out I'm like ah yeah that's it, but with Stockholm Syndrome it could go either way.

This is gonna be long, I'll do a bit of a breakdown of the interview moment where Harry said it's about a nympho, and the reactions are pure gold. And then of course the lyrics. And then it descends into a little bit of a song parallel chaos because that's just my blog.

An analysis of Stockholm Syndrome and anything related under the cut:

Let's just take a tumble into the video where he explains the song with the help from the boys (that he then just trashes by dropping the nympho), segment starts at 26:07:

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Soooooooo first look at their individual reactions when the song is brought up (big shoutout to all the amazing content creators giving us beautiful gifs in source-quality. I'm not one of them. I tried to get a high quality gif going for once and the red disappeared for reasons we don't understand walking in the wind):

Niall goes into oh gotta touch my nose mode,

Harry's like alright let's go you wanna know my secrets I'll tell you my secrets

Liam's amused! And that's very telling, that the mention of this song amuses him. He then says "Harry" and nods towards him too

Louis? I don't know what's going on in that brain, he's the sas queen this whole interview. He does say something here but I watched it over and over and have no idea what. Judging from his posture and behavior he's being a shady shit towards Ben as that seems to be his general attitude this whole interview.

Zayn is interesting AF too, he points to Harry with 1 hand at the back but I'm not sure what that lil gay wrist doing at the front, maybe it points at him, maybe at someone else? HMM? Either way it's pretty obvious he isn't identifying himself with that song, just like liam's reaction, giving it to Harry instantly.

And no that doesn't mean much, Harry wrote on it and the others didn't so it makes sense, but they all do seem to know what the song's about or at least have some inside joke about it that they're not saying (or, Harry did say it: that "she's a nympho" and that's just the joke)

Onto what's being said, Harry starts off with the obvious :"it's kind of along the lines of what Stockholm Syndrome is" and I think that's important, I think that maybe they either had a song idea and were like "oh so like Stockholm Syndrome" and just built from there, or it originated from maybe being fascinated by that term/condition for whatever reason and then putting that inspiration into songwriting, because most of this song is just a description of what Stockholm Syndrome is: when someone who is held against their will starts to bond with and develop positive feelings for the person holding them there. Harry's words: It's like when you develop a relationship or like feelings towards your kidnapper.

But let's look at their individual reactions again when he says that

Niall's shitting bricks and looking across the couch to the other boys

Harry's still like okay lemme just go here lemme explain this I have no shame do you have shame? I have no shame

Liam's amused! amused!

Louis has this calm over him, maybe like ye you want him to go there? You're gonna hate the answer tho lololol

Zayn is trying to help Harry's story by gesturing along, then looks at Louis? AMUSED?

Look at all their faces

Niall: ohgodohgodohgod

Harry: what about it haven't you heard no control that's about me bitch me you just wait till i write medicine

Liam: g r i n

Louis: w h a t a b o u t i t :>

Zayn: g r i n @ Louis

So you see why I'm leaning towards that lil NASTY explanation that's coming up actually being exactly that right? Just look at them.

Harry also says "she's a nympho" softly before saying it out loud. Zayn is jumping in to help again and says something along the lines of that it can also be about love, Liam has jumped in 10x already trying to explain the song, and then what does Harry do? He's like nah you don't go giving other meanings to my dirty song (or: they have the inside joke that is it) and goes

"THIS WAS MORE ABOUT LIKE A NYMPHO"

THE WHEEZE I CAN'T LOOK AT THEIR FACES AFTER HARRY SAYS THAT. LOOK LOOK LOOK

Harry: yep just did that hehe

Liam: oh god he just did that what are we gonna do

Louis: yeah what about it hehe

Niall: total utter oh god this was exactly what I was afraid of

Harry: No Control No Shame No ragrets Yes Marriage Yes Sex Yes Kissing everything the lot

Liam: I don't know how to fix this i don't know how to fix this we're live we're live we're live

Louis THE SUN IS SHINING I FEEL GOOD AND NOBODY'S GONNA STOP ME NOW OOHHH YEEEEAAHH

Zayn: Oh wow look at that sun

GOLD

So what to conclude from this, either

it's about a nympho (and that nympho is harry, or louis, probably both)

it was a running joke that it's about that as yaknow clearly you can interpret it that way but there's still another meaning to the song

Moving on, I mean the need to write about the Stockholm syndrome comes from somewhere right, maybe he was reading a book about it... oh maybe these ones...

Considering he's got a 17 black tattoo and all too. And of course those books are GAAAYYY[this link trashes Harry maybe not click it] because what's a Harry Styles song if it's not a reference to something supergay. Really. Now this can just be a funny coincidoink, just the universe being a silly again, who knows, but, it's possible. Also I believe that 17black tat was already associated with that book before Stockholm Syndrome was written? Not that that means anything. Anyway I haven't read the books so I don't know if that's gonna explain anything here, but I imagine if it's called that it's probably gonna have some similar themes.

So far it all checks out with just it being a no control one right? But reading the lyrics you can interpret it quite a lot darker too, as being controlled, by the label/management/the industry/being stuck in contracts, being stuck in keeping up this public image (see: Sign of the Times).

Harry is a nympho, this is some no control kinky shit

Harry is with a nympholouis, still some no control kinky shit

the music industry / label / management / his image / that area

A toxic relationship (not really considering this one)

Or all of the above

Let's just break down the lyrics. This is gonna get ~confusing~

Who's that shadow holding me hostage? I've been here for days

Holding me hostage + I've been here for days = a description of being kidnapped, helping to write that story of suffering from Stockholm Syndrome so possibly just filler, but then we get details: by a shadow and he doesn't know who that is.

Now I'm sitting here here in the Fine Line era with Do You Know Who You Are and I Don't Know Who She Is and HHMMMM maybe just pipe it down with the parallels

Oh no wait let's get back to the parallels because it's already some No Control vibeyvibes just from what he's said about the song alone, but then we get:

Who's that shadow holding me hostage? - Stockholm Syndrome

Her perfume's holding me ransom - No Control

okay no that's fine moving on

That he's asking who is that shadow? which can be his public image: a shadow can mean an reflected image of himself that isn't him, an imitation, something that follows you everywhere you go, and Harry being like who is that, it ain't the real me. But he's been there for days, he's been playing this person for days on end? Or maybe he's stuck hearing about shit about himself? Like can't escape it?

Who's this whisper telling me that I'm never gonna get away?

I Don't Know Who He Is again but it's described as a whisper + more of being held probably forever

A whisper is a synonym of rumor/gossip/scandal/story, again fitting that whole image idea I got going on here.

Parallel with "they told me that the end is near we gotta get away from here" - Sign of the times

I know they'll be coming to find me soon

They entered the chat, who is they? I mean the idea of the song is that he's being kidnapped right, so maybe this is just the storyline, but it relates to the next line:

But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you

Oh but now there's a You. Who is the you? It seems to imply it's the shadow/whisper as they're all holding him in places, but he knows this "you", while he questions who the shadow/whisper is. So it could be that it shifts here and "you" is someonelouis else and we're just building up to some other meaning chorus, because welp...

Oh, baby, look what you've done to me Oh, baby, look what you've done now Oh, baby, I'll never leave you if you keep holding me this way Oh, baby, look what you've done to me Oh, baby, you got me tied down Oh, baby, I'll never leave if you keep holding me this way

nympho entered the chat, this doesn't seem to be an unknown shadow whisper man, this is Oh Baby, look what you and your lack of control are doing to me

Alternate interpretation: the "Oh baby" and the "fell for you" and such are just added bits to make the song seem more fun, create this interpretation of a nympho, but its original meaning is dark and you know the label / management / contracts and such.

Also always consider why not both.

Who's this man that's holding your hand And talking about your eyes?

Now there's a man and "he"!? Is this another perspective? And it's Louis' bit? D... id.... did he have Louis sing a bit from another perspective? Because well what else is it, it suddenly flips. The whole song is me me me I'm being held and things are being done to me me me and then suddenly whambam there's a "man" doing things to a "you"? (and then in the next line there's no longer the "I" being held but the "he" is) God the brainpayne.

...Listen I wanted to find parallels here to explain these lines but all these 1D songs are talking about holding hands and eyes. I... pff... I got nothing. I don't understand, I don't understand, this song What you do to me when you hold his hand

Let's still try it tho, he goes "who is this man talking about your eyes" so let's see who is talking about eyes, and welp the first one I notice:

I just can't get enough of you, The pedal's down, my eyes are closed, No control - No Control OH OKAY OKAY

There are so many eyes tho, just some:

There's a lightning in your eyes, I can't deny - Ready to Run

Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes - Diana

But again, egh, songs are just "I have eyes", "I have a heart", "I have love", like there's not much to do with any of this.

Used to sing about being free But now he's changed his mind

But then there's also this line that fits the "this is about the label/management/industry" interpretation: "Used to sing about being free But now he's changed his mind", like, is he starting to like his image? Is he starting to enjoy the.. insanity? I mean, Maybe? -> It's getting crazy / but I'm into it (Kiwi). That duality of you got my devotion but man I can hate you sometimes (Fine Line) is quite a persistent theme in his lyrics, this could be one of it.

I know they'll be coming to find me soon But my Stockholm syndrome is in your room Yeah, I fell for you

back to the previous perspective, they're gonna take me away from you soon like I know I'm not hidden away, people know how to find me, but I wanna stay, I fell for you, I'm in love with you?

All my life I've been on my own I used the light to guide me home

He's using the light to guide him home, ok lighthouseman. (I don't have any brainspace left anymore can you tell)

But now together we're alone And there's no other place I'd ever wanna go

previously already specified: in your room, they're alone in you's room wow I figured it out.

So in summary: He's just with a person he wants to be with, and holding him (and also it's kinky) but they will be coming to get him away from that person soon, and/or there's a version of him that he doesn't really recognize all that much and he's stuck there. Oh and also a perspective shift when Louis sings.

~~and now for some quick parallels~~

"I used the light to guide me home, but now together we're alone" - Stockholme Syndrome

"I'll be your light, you'll never feel like you're alone, I'll make this feel like home" - Home

Louis you keep on referring to Harry's kinky music, strange bropal behavior

Find my other song analyses here

#sorry this is a wild ride #im still not set on an interpretation #stockholm syndrome #who is the nympho #probably both #no control #home #kmm #four hangout #smart things with lyrics #welikeparallels

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accio-victuuri · 3 years

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because i’m feeling extra clowny today. lemme just take note of all the CPN in gg’s douyin + xz studio post. 🤍

So today, we were blessed with some quality GG content. CPN aside, it’s so good to see him do weird-ass douyin effects again. also to see him eat well. tho I felt sad when he said he gets homesick.

now onto the clownery. disclaimer. everything is fake/ speculation and product of our imaginations. it’s okay if you don’t believe all of this.

Douyin Post:

• The 18 second clips. I don’t really use the DY, so i wanna know to those who do, is this a common time for a video? Or is this based on the song used? I heard it’s usually 15 seconds (?). But still. The man is consistent. 18=Yibo

• In a red/green circle fake rumor, it is mentioned that GG took a funny video and OP was wondering if we will see it. that whole story was sent before his performance. which is the same day as this. so people are wondering if this is the one OP was talking about. this ( and other things ) just gives more credibility to that contributor in the fake house.

• The song that is used in his DY is 👇🏼

and people noticed that it’s not a popular song used in douyins. Only a few likes. What they did notice tho is that it was commonly used in skating videos. So you know who loves those? 18.

someone also did a Whale Circus CPN type of detective thing and found that a particular track in this album is interesting. thinking that, GG knows this song and has probably listened to the album where it’s from.

The 2nd track from this album is called Kiss of Venus. and we all know who GG called Venus. and i’ll just leave part of the lyrics here. 👀

XZ Studio Video:

• he mentioned in this video that he doesn’t like waiting in line. people are reminded of when they were photographed outside a restaurant w/ CQL producers during filming. the story is Web had his assistant stand in line for that resto so they can all go in. plus this piece from fake rumor.

• in that video, the bread/pastry he posted on his oasis was not included. understandable, cause it’s not food from Wuhan which was what the video was about. but still, it shows that it was special. 😌

• Give me Five. This is, Again. from the red/green rumor. We all guessed it was a high five sort of thing. but it could also be talking about this.

Also, there is an exchange where the exact word in the dialogue is— eat as much is given which is the same thing GG says here.

• he said he likes small bread! yibo!!! 😂

• same star drawing. we know. they have the same editing team. lol.

• Let’s add again. For posts today. 1823.

That’s it! 🤍 I feel like you need to know the fake rumors to fully appreciate all this.

sources:

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4631801999920092

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4631736271244595

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4631808715524912

https://m.weibo.cn/detail/4631736610195151

and 3 linked above from the rumor trans.

#bjyx #these are all cpn under the cut #if you are not into sugar then scroll along #I AM THE WHOLE ASS CIRCUS 💁🏻‍♀️

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tetsuwhore · 4 years

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𝐭𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐚 | 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢

Night Club AU! Series: Vol ii.

‘In you, he found a blazing fire that sent adrenaline coursing through his veins, and in you, he found a sense of familiarity that embraced his heart in a comforting warmth.”

Description: your eyes always hold a plethora of emotions - hunger; desperation; ache; lust. but never love.

Warning: explicit smut - light degradation, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a bit of ‘knife’ play (???), toxic behavior, unhealthy emotional attachments, angst, mentions of alcohol, drug use

Word Count: 3.7k

Song Rec: Breed by Crim3s

back to masterlist?

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Terushima Yuuji liked thrill.

He refused to take anything too seriously, adopting an ideology that consisted of chasing after whatever granted him that adrenaline-induced rush of pleasure - perhaps to the point where it was almost hedonism. And when reprimanded for his carefree attitude, he’d simply laugh and clap the person on the back, proclaiming something along the lines of how he wanted to “live, not survive”.

It was perhaps also part of the reason why he found himself coming back again.

It’s loud. Terushima allows himself to revel in the feeling of the thumping bass, the powerful vibrations reverberating through his body and intermingling with the prickling of the tequila-induced buzz. He succumbs to the psychotropic waves clouding his mind, drifting through his head in wispy tendrils that teeter on the edge of feeling almost tangible.

(He doesn’t remember much about what he took to even reach his current state - at least, nothing beyond the fact that the boy who offered him the capsule was cute and had really soft lips.

Then again, not like he really gives a flying fuck about much else anyway.)

His eyes flutter open, and he’s greeted with a blurry kaleidoscope of flashing fluorescent green and purple. It’s captivating, but his eyelids feel far too heavy, so he allows them to fall shut again. The movements of his body become second nature - he gives into the techno beat, morphing his form into becoming one with the moving sea of bodies.

Yes, Terushima Yuuji liked thrill. Still, he was only human. And like every other human, he was a creature of habit - one that felt uncomfortable with change, and sought after the familiarity of things. While the loud atmosphere and substance use that came with rave culture may not have been the most conventional sources of comfort, it was what Terushima always found himself reverting back to.

He parts his eyes again. This time, he sees you.

Terushima watches you, angling himself so he can look past the crowd in between and catch a better glimpse of your face, dewy and illuminated by the black light. You’re not there alone - there’s a man behind you, his lips attached to your neck, and a woman in front, gripping your hands to her hips.

And yet, your eyes are fixated on him.

Time seems to be moving just the slightest bit slower now. Terushima watches as the flashing hues of purple, pink and green slowly fade away, blacking out the mass of dancing bodies.

Suddenly, his world is an abyss, and all he can see is you.

You, seductively swaying your hips, meandering your form in slow, fluid movements that remind him of a charmed snake. You, as you return his gaze with equal intensity, a mischievous glint dancing around your eyes and inviting him closer, closer, closer-

He’s abruptly pulled out of his trance when you blink, breaking the connection, before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.

Time rushes at a dizzying pace now as he pushes through the tight gaps of the packed bodies before him, bronze eyes flicking back and forth as they scour for your familiar form. Terushima remembers the fateful night when he had first caught your eye. He knew then - as he spent the remainder of it in a dark corner, hoisting you up against a wall and fucking you into oblivion - that he was hooked.

Every time after that was always like this - you walking away, and him chasing after you.

Still, Terushima finds that he doesn’t quite mind the chase. He doesn’t mind working himself ragged, running with all his being. Not when it’s the sweetness of your lips and the warmth of your arms waiting for him at the finish line.

So yes, Terushima Yuuji sought after thrill.

Terushima Yuuji sought after comfort.

Terushima Yuuji sought after you.

Because in you, he found a blazing fire that sent adrenaline coursing through his veins, and in you, he found a sense of familiarity that embraced his heart in a comforting warmth.

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

He breathes a heavy sigh of relief when he finally finds you in the bathroom at the end of the club hallway. You’re leaning against the sink counter, metal file in hand as you casually swipe it across the tips of your nails. Nudging himself into the dim space, he reaches for the latch, only to find it broken.

“Want me to find a way to keep this door locked?”

“Leave it,” you reply coolly, “It’s far from the main hall anyway. And if someone does decide to come in, ‘least they’ll get to watch a nice show, hmm?”

Grinning, he pulls the door closed before turning back around and advancing closer to your form. Your head is still tilted away from him, the sharp chafing of the file sounding through the bathroom as you speak.

“You kept me waiting, Terushima.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, angel,” Terushima murmurs, hands gripping the counter on either side of where you’re standing, “I’ll make it up to you, yeah?” His lips are just barely ghosting over yours, eyes fluttering shut as he inches forward to close the distance between you two.

Then, he feels it.

Cold metal pressed up against the underside of his chin. It’s sharper than he expects - the pointed end threatens to pierce through his skin, warning him from moving any closer.

“Not so fast, baby.”

You’re donning a slight smile, with your arm poised up as you lightly press the nail file against his throat, edging him away from your face. “Careful there, sweetheart,” a slow grin forms on his face as he speaks, “You could really hurt me with that.”

“I could.”

Terushima feels the file drop down ever so slightly. Ah. So that’s what you wanted.

His grin grows as he steadies himself by gripping the counter before slowly crouching his body down. You’ve got your eyes locked with his in a piercing gaze, your hand slowly moving downward. And yet, the file remains dangerously close to his throat, lightly grazing his skin as he continues his descent.

He’s kneeling before you now.

It’s instinctual - the movement of his hands as he brushes them up the outsides of your legs. Rough palms graze the expanse of your skin, inching higher and higher as Terushima reacquaints himself with your softness, with the familiarity of the texture. He’s almost restless by the time he reaches the hem of your skirt, hastily bunching it up over your hips.

But once again, just as he’s inching himself forward, bringing his face closer to the alluring scent of your heat, he’s stopped. Groaning, he pulls back, golden eyes flitting up at you in impatience. “C’mon, baby, lemme taste you.”

Your hand doesn’t budge.

“...please? Just wanna take care of you.”

And you finally, finally pull away, leaving him free to nudge his face up between your thighs. It’s been a whole week, and he would’ve loved to savour the moment, to take his sweet time reveling in the feel of your skin. But he can’t; not with how he’s overloaded with the scent of sin, of your arousal dampening the fabric of your panties.

Terushima wastes no time looping his fingers into the bands of your underwear before yanking them off, absentmindedly tossing them aside in a forgotten corner. Parting your legs wider, he moves forward, tilting his head up until his lips are directly under your dripping folds.

His ears perk up at the sound of your sharp intake of breath as you await his next move in eager trepidation. It’s satisfying, having you on the waiting end for a change. He can’t help the smug smile on his face as he pokes his tongue out, just barely ghosting it along your labia.

Then, in one fell sweep, he swipes it along the length of your inner folds, from your leaking slit, all the way up to your throbbing clit. And, oh, it’s so, so gratifying, hearing the soft whines you let out as he trails the slick muscle across every inch of your hot, needy cunt.

One of your hands has found purchase in his hair, fingers lightly carding through the blond strands. He can vaguely make out murmurs of how it feels ‘so good!’, and how you want ‘more, more, more!’ Oh, he hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet. He would give you more, alright.

He pulls away briefly, smirking to himself at your petulant whine upon the loss of contact. Terushima taps the hand currently nestled in his hair. “Hold on tight, yeah, babe?” Your brows furrow in confusion, lips parting to question what he intended on doing-

Your words fall flat on the tiled floor, replaced instead, by a sharp whimper.

Snickering, Terushima flattens out his tongue and repeats the motion, rolling the cold metal ball right against the swollen head of your clit. A sudden clattering on his left interrupts his rhythm, forcing his eyes to the source of said disturbance. His peripheral view catches sight of it - the nail file, fallen free from your shaky hands.

A rough tug on his scalp pulls his attention back to you, refocusing his efforts on bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His large palms are spayed flat against the outside of your quivering thighs, fingers indenting the thick of your flesh as he presses you up against the edge of the counter.

“Wait, T-Terushima, I- I can’t keep- fuck-”

He braces himself just in time as your legs give way, bringing your weak form down entirely on his broad shoulders. Hearing you whimper at the lack of support, he hushes you, toned arms snaking underneath the back of your thighs to settle you on top of him.

“Easy, sweetheart. I gotcha.”

Your breath stutters in surprise when he gets himself back up, with you still perched on his shoulders and forearms, before planting you on top of the counter. Pressing his hands against the back of your knees, he pushes them up until your thighs are pulled as close to your chest as they can go.

It’s likely uncomfortable for you - having your body pressed up in half, your neck awkwardly angled so you can rest your head against the mirror behind you. And yet, you tuck your arms under the back of your knees to hold your legs in place, teary-eyed and eager as you wait for him to continue his assault on your pussy.

The shift in power is perfectly evident in how sweetly you whine, and whimper, and beg for him when he moves his face back to your warm cunt, lapping his tongue in heavy strokes. He takes full advantage of the cool piercing adorning the slick muscle, catching it beneath the sensitive hood of your little nub.

It certainly becomes crystal clear when you hit your climax, moaning out a shrill string of profanities that graduate to whiny pleas of his name when he doesn’t stop. He can’t help chuckling, even with his lips glued to your overstimulated clit, upon hearing your weak cries of how it was ‘t-too much!’, and could he ‘please, p-please, stop, please!’

And as he watches the tears stream down your cheeks as you squirm in his hold, bears witness to your descent into a beautiful, frenzied depravity, Terushima knows it’s clear.

You’re no longer the one in charge.

You’re all limp and boneless in his arms once he eases you back upright, looping your arms around his neck in a weak hold as you press yourself up against his hard chest for support. And you’re so soft, so compliant - it’d be no effort to rile you up, to taunt you and take advantage of your current vulnerability.

But no, he couldn’t.

(Terushima liked to tell himself that the whole sadistic dom thing just wasn’t his style. At the very least, it provided some semblance of an excuse to avoid confronting the fact that he just liked being sweet on you.

And only you.)

Terushima gathers you in his arms with an uncharacteristic tenderness, cupping your cheek to tilt your face up towards him. “Fuck, I missed you, angel. I’m gonna take care of you now, ‘kay?”

He chuckles at the dazed expression worn on your features, lightly brushing his thumb across your trembling lower lip. And then, he connects them with his own.

He allows himself to get wrapped up in your arms, to inhale the sweetness of your perfume, to tangle his tongue with yours. Terushima allows himself to be enveloped in you. And as he pulls you infinitely closer into his hold, presses his body against every inch of your softness, he thinks it’s almost intimate.

Almost.

Because as you muster up more energy, as you recover from the exhaustion of your previous orgasms, you reciprocate his kisses with hard vigour. Your hands, previously looped tight around his neck, now dig almost painfully hard into the fabric covering his back, tugging the cloth so tight that he can hear the sound of ripping threads. The soft saccharine of your touch dissolves, giving way to bitter, bitter desire.

And when you pull away, hastily yanking his shirt over his head, Terushima catches a glimpse of your eyes. They’re blown wide, and bursting with a plethora of emotions that he attempts to place.

Hunger. Desperation. Ache. Need. Lust.

But not love.

The intimacy is practically non-existent when you bend forward, urging him to unzip his pants and fuck you over the counter. He can’t see your face as clearly, he can’t kiss your lips, he can’t hold you like he wants to-

But he does it anyway, gripping your hips in a bruising hold and driving forward into your hot cunt in one hard thrust. Because he’ll take it; he’ll take any scrap he can get, just so long as he can spend another moment pressed up against you.

Terushima snakes his fingers down your front, gathering the slickness smeared across your clit. Holding them up in front of you, he grips your head back by your hair, forcing your face up.

“Look at how wet you are, baby,” he separates his fingers in a spread V, the fluid strings of your arousal glistening under the light. “Who got you like this, hmm? Who’s got you dripping like a little slut?” the taunts flow out in hisses, partly because of how hard you’re clamping down on his dick, mostly because of the red, hot frustration coursing through his veins. “Was it that man you were prancing around with back there? Or maybe, it was-”

“No, nooo,” you’re practically gurgling on your words from the recklessness of his movements, “It’s y-you, it’s you, i-it’s you, Teru-”

A dark laugh bubbles past his lips as he rolls his lips in another punishing thrust, “None of that, baby. It’s Yuuji.”

“I-It’s because of you, Y-Yuuji! All, ah- all because of- of you..”

“That’s right. All because of me. Because you’re, uh- you’re mine, aren’t you?” he makes sure to punctuate every next word with a particularly hard thrust, “All. Fucking. M-Mine.”

(His. His. His.)

And you’re slobbering over your words, spewing out some sort of garbled nonsense that can hardly even be considered speech. But it’s okay. It doesn’t matter now, not when you’re both so close to your highs. His fingers return down to your clit, rubbing harsh circles in tandem with the feverish jerks of his hips.

Terushima yanks your head back up again, lips pressed hard against your neck as he mouths kisses and nips along your skin. Yellow eyes glisten as they burn into your expression in the mirror, reserving it into his permanent memory. The dark pupils follow every contortion of your features, every scrunch of the skin around your tightly shut eyes, every tremble of your lips as they fall open to paint the silent bathroom vibrant with your frenetic moans.

Terushima decides, then, that this is how you look prettiest. Even slathered in sweat, and even under the harsh, white bathroom light - you’re beautiful. You’re beautiful when you’re held in his arms, you’re beautiful when you’re falling apart under his touch, you’re beautiful when you’re stuffed full of his cock.

You’re beautiful when he can, even if just for a second, pretend you’re his.

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

He’s hunched over, arms pulled around himself as he attempts to placate his staggering breaths. You’re in a similar condition, gripping the edge of the counter in a tight hold to stabilize yourself.

“Fuck, Terushima-” he looks up at your sharp tone, willing away the quiet hurt that resurfaces upon hearing you revert back to his family name, “You came inside! I’m gonna have to go clean up, and-”

It’s not long before he’s back on his knees again, having coaxed you into letting him ‘clean’ you up himself.

Terushima resigns himself to lazier strokes this time, squirming his tongue past your slit and curling it along your quivering inner walls. He licks out every bit of you, angling his head closer so he can scoop out every drop of your essence mixed with his cum.

He can feel the light tremors of your movements as you sigh, allowing your head to loll back as your fingers thread across his scalp. There’s no frenzied jerking, no desperate jutting of your hips into his face. Instead, it’s replaced by a full bodied tremble that crawls down every inch of your skin as you near your high.

But, wait, wait-

What is he-

You tilt your head back down to eye him in curiosity. The movements of his slick muscle - previously lazy and languid, with no particular direction - now seem almost… methodical. What is he doing with his tongue?

And then, as you concentrate hard on figuring it out, realization dawns on you. Is he- Oh, god, is he-

“Are you-” your eyes fall wide in disbelief, “Are you spelling out your name?”

The playful look in his eyes is answer enough. But before you can press any further, right when he gets to the very last letter, you’re coming undone, head instinctively falling back as you release a final whimper of his name.

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

“So, again next week?”

You’re in front of the mirror, hands busy redoing your smeared makeup and smoothening your mussed hair. You freeze at his words, temporarily shifting your focus away from your dishevelled appearance to look back at where he’s sitting, leaned up against the wall.

“Uh, I- I don’t think so, Terushima.” The look you send him is laced with guilt and discomfort. “Read between the lines,” it practically pleads with him, “and don’t make me have to spell it out for you.”

Terushima picks up on your discomfort, on your hesitance, on the finality of your words. He isn’t stupid. What he is though, is petty.

“Oh?” he asks in mock ignorance, “The week after, then?”

“Terushima…” your voice trails off as you bite your lip, eyes flitting back and forth between him and the floor. He clenches his palms into fists as he speaks.

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?”

You flinch at the venom in his tone, nervously eyeing his fuming state. “Yeah, um, I’m seeing someone.” You straighten yourself out, voice relatively unwavering as you attempt to remain calm. “I think it might be serious this time. And they- they want to become exclusive now. So, uh- we can’t… We need to stop, Terushima.”

He’s completely sobered up. There’s no alcohol, no substance clouding his mind. He registers every word, every sentence falling from your lips with a painful consciousness.

It gives rise to red, hot anger, as he shoots you an accusatory glare. “So you were using me then? You knew, you knew how I- how I felt and you-”

“H-Hey, that’s not fair-”

“You were using me as your fucking side piece!” Terushima almost regrets the harshness of his words when he sees the tinge of hurt flash across your face, but the frustration and jealousy overtake his guilt. “You knew, you knew, you fucking knew!”

(Knew that all he had ever wanted was for you to be his.

He leaves the words unspoken. He can’t bring himself to say it out loud, can’t breathe tangibility into the thought, because god fucking damn, another ounce of vulnerability would kill him.)

“Okay, okay, Terushima, I-” you edge closer to the door, speaking quietly in an attempt to placate him, “I’m going to leave now.”

“No! Wait-” He sits up from the floor, eyes welling up in tears and frustration as he watches you go still at the doorway. Terushima attempts to finish his sentence, to put out his thoughts, his one final request. But, he can’t- fuck, he can’t- He pushes himself, forcing the words out from within him, but they remain painfully lodged in his throat, and- and fuck, he’s choking, and-

“Terushima?”

Your voice pulls him out of his stupor. They come out hoarse and heavy, but Terushima manages to string the words together, “J-Just say it! That you’re mine… Just o-once, please, please…”

(His. His. His.)

Your voice comes out in barely a whisper, “Terushima, you know I-”

“Lie to me then! Just as o-one final kindness, please…”

And you look at him, sitting down on the dirty tiles, tears trailing down his cheeks. That look unsettles him. It’s not harsh enough to be disgust, no, your expression bears no malice. And yet, it’s not invested enough to be concern.

Pity. It’s pity.

“I’m sorry, Terushima, but doing that would be beyond cruel.”

The sobs rain heavy and free once he hears the door click shut. It’s not long before the fatigue and exhaustion weigh down on him, and soon, even sitting up takes too much effort. Terushima lowers himself down until he can feel the cool tile against his cheek. The bathroom floor is disgusting, caked with filth and grime. It smells. He’s too tired to care.

And then, just as he’s about to close his eyes, to allow himself some reprieve in the abyss of sleep, his peripheral catches it.

Your nail file, laying abandoned a few inches away from him.

He’s not sure why, but it makes him cry harder.

#terushima x reader #terushima smut #terushima yuuji x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #pick your poison series #tw drugs #tw alcohol

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theoutcastedartist · 4 years

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Give us all you animaniacs hcs (especially the lgbtq+ ones)((please))

Oh man I have so many to tell asfhjahsbsb I'm gonna leave out some of the more darker HC I have for this show (well technically, they are wildly-outlandish theories about where the Warner trio was for those 20+ years before the current time of the reboot, just gonna exclude those for now)

Ight imma start with the lgbtq+ headcannons first

Wakko: Nonbinary (Uses He/Them Pronouns)

Dot : Trans (Uses She/Her pronouns) and Pan

Yakko : Bi and Ace (Biromantic I believe it's called? Please correct me if I'm wrong on that)

On an unrelated note, Yakko is a whole mood

lmao look at my tiny clown-faced-puppy disaster son being the dramatic Bi-Ace icon he is when he's basically about to "die"

If you ever asked my younger siblings, they would tell you that I would 100% do the same shit, maybe even start singing "Little Miss Perfect" out of pure spite

Who knew me, as the oldest of a sibling trio would relate to the oldest of another sibling trio

ANYWHO BACK TO HEADCANNON STUFF BECAUSE YES

Oh man lemme start with Yakko HCs because he's the character I project so much on to nowadays:

Yakko

All his senses are very sensitive compared to the other two, sometimes he'll get really overwhelmed by bright lights, strong flavors, loud noise, etc... he feels like he's being dumb everytime he has a problem with anything regarding his senses.

Lights and noise: Sometimes it just gets too much for him if he's exposed to constant loud noise and bright lights to the point where he'll start crying or yelling (especially if noise is the main problem) out of stress from it.

Strong flavors: He will visibly shudder in response to a very strong and very noticable flavor. He honestly prefers to eat blander foods over savory dishes. With that being said, he hates spicy food with a burning passion.

Very unwilling to go to someone for help or comfort when he's genuinely having a crisis over how he views himself. If anything, he's will try to do literally almost anything to avoid having that sort of conversation, especially with Dr. Scratchansniff.

He will however go to Dr. Scratchansniff or another trusted adult for advice if he needs help for how to take care of his siblings or just for general advice on stuff.

He hates being picked up or hugged with zero warning.

The only people who he doesnt mind doing this are Wakko and Dot, of course. If anyone else tries it though, he'll bite them and yes, this includes Dr. Scratchansniff as well. He may be the closest thing to them as a parental figure (in the 90's show at least), but he's not in the same close knit circle Yakko is in with Wakko and Dot.

His main hobby is drawing, it's his go to coping mechanism if he's not up to cracking a joke(while he's in the watertower) as well.

He needs glasses/wears contacts (ones made specifically for toons I guess)

Prefers reading books over watching anything on TV/electronic devices in general.

If either or both of his siblings can't sleep, he'll sing them a lullaby 💕

Off-set/off-screen/ outside of the recording for animaniacs Yakko usually wears these thick, oversized hoodies, and he will refuse to take it off.

This is because Yakko feels really weird and off when his arms aren't covered(sometimes there is this random phantom ache in his arms that just wont go away until he covers them. It's not like painful, painful, but just really annoying at times.) Even if it's hot as hell outside, he will not take it off. Wakko and Dot usually have to wrestle to get it off him, otherwise Yakko will faint/have a heat stroke. They make a compromise by agreeing to Yakko wearing long sleeves, so long as they're made out of light material.

If he needs caffeine to "wake up" but is too damn tired to do so, Yakko will not hesitate to just straight-up eat pure coffee beans.

Wakko

For anything else, he does not mind eating food with very strong flavors, he actually enjoys spicy food (the spicier, the better), but for cereal they prefer the blandest one. Bland food is comforting to him (also doesnt want his brother to feel bad about not liking a lot of the savory foods he and Dot like)

Doesnt have much of a problem expressing himself. If he genuinely feels bad about something regarding themself, he wont hesitate to go to Yakko (sometimes he'll go to Dot if she happens to be there first, but 95% of the time he'll go to Yakko)

They actually likes being picked up and carried, but only by family and close friends. Any stranger who tries to pick him up will receive angry claw marks to the face.

Main hobby is composing music (instumentals). They will let Yakko or Dot write lyrics if they're feeling sad or bored (or as a sibling bonding activity too)

Favorite TV show is the Looney Tunes (classic cartoons)

He gives comfort to his sibs by just being there for them as a shoulder to cry on.

They don't like having their hat off for an extended period of time often. It's a source of comfort and his way of expressing his identity.

Is the one who usually has to stop Yakko from eating bare coffee beans when he's too tired to actually make coffee.

Dot

She's pretty in the middle when it comes to food.

If it's a minor thing, she'll usually just talk to Wakko about it. If it's something more serious, she'll go to Yakko about it.

She only let's Yakko and Wakko touch her or carry her. Outside of those two, she only let's Dr. Scratchansniff carry her. For anyone else, she will clobber anyone who makes an attempt to do so. She just really hates it when if comes to anyone else.

Main hobbies are sewing and designing clothes. She'll have her siblings model her clothes for her (they are very eager to do so everytime). It provides a good distraction for either Yakko or Wakko if they're down or frustrated about something. It's just super fun.

Really loves (well-made) action movies, it's like her favorite genre of movies.

Gives comfort by providing her siblings with soft materials (like blankets or pillows). She'll drape herself over either of them to provide a comforting pressure.

She expresses herself through her iconic pink skirt and flower scrunchie. Both are her favorite articles of clothing because her siblings were the ones who got them for her. (Yakko sewed the pink skirt; he was the one to teach Dot how to sew 💕)

She's a last resort to stopping Yakko from eating the coffee beans raw.

Original vs. Reboot headcannons

The original 1990's show is more "On-stage", having for educational songs and skits, whereas the 2020 Reboot/revival is more "Off-Stage" with the occasional show skit, hence any inconsistencies with the characters' personalities, especially Yakko.

Both shows take place in the same type of setting as "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?" (The idea of cartoons existing as real entities alongside humans; I got a lot of WFRR vibes during Sufferage City with the whole "Cartoon Rights" part especially)

Well that's about as much as I can write for now, I have more headcannons of course, but I found this to be a good place to stop.

These are just my personal headcannons of the Warner Trio, I don't really have any for Pinky and the Brain, but I wanna know what some of your guy's headcannons are for any aspect of the shows!

#asks #anon asks #anon ask #animaniacs #yakko headcannons #animaniacs headcanon #non binary wakko #lengthy response

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2-cute-4-school · 4 years

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𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

@cherry-jaemin ~ Hello! Can I request a dreamies reaction to you being an idol and their best friend? Thank you!! ♡ (◕‿◕✿) ~~~ Thank you so much for your request it was really fun to write, hope you’ll like it!! :)))))

Mark Lee

he cherishes you A LOT (︶ω︶)

but i honestly see him as someone who keeps his private life private

so your close friendship is kept lowkey

but he finds time to spend time with you despite both your busy schedules even if it’s made through your phone screens :(((((

one thing he’s most grateful for is that you understand

you understand what it’s like spending hours in the practice room frustrated, you understand what it’s like constantly missing home, you understand what it’s like working nonstop with no breaks until your body forcefully gives up my heart breaks for him every damn time

you understand him

your friendship is so pure (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

like you can both be laughing your asses off one minute, mark flopping around like a fish on land

and the next one you can be having a therapy session usually consisting of wordless comfort

mark doesn’t seem an emotional person but if there’s one(1) thing that can shatter him is witnessing you on your breaking point

like you were usually the one to check up on him often and pull him away from work for a while before he drowned himself in it

so seeing you overworked and utterly exhausted made him sick

no one could convince him to leave your side for some time (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

you clung onto each other and mark softly scolded you for taking more care of him than yourself despite knowing that he’d do the same you’re like his baby he’s allowed to

other than your emotional moments you’re so playful together

‘bruh’ ‘dude’ ‘man’ - your daily vocabulary involving each other -_-

you sometimes gather in a studio and just write lyrics together or help each other with practice bonding time

basically you just vibe together so well and you’re just so grateful for each other’s presence because it eases your hectic and busy lives

you feel like a breath of fresh air to him and vice versa

Huang Renjun

friendship with him is basically clowns clowning each other 🤡

even more so since you can both joke about your shared career

he makes a tradition of reacting to your every m/v god help u he clowns you from the first second to the last

“looking a bit constipated aren’t we, y/n? i guess that hotpot didn’t sit well with you” <(￣︶￣)>

“that’s just my face when i think about u, garden troll”

*huff* *incoherent mumbles of protest*

but he secretly streams THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR M/V and forces the rest of the dreamies to watch it several times too

you watch his radio every evening and sometimes even send in cringy messages just to get a reaction out of renjun lol

so basically you’re super supportive of each other but in your own ways

imagine sleepovers ma friend that’s a wiiild ride

ghost stories, alien conspiracies, crazy theories - THE MAIN MENU

bet y’all renjun can’t sleep without someone he can hold onto after watching or talking about scary things ੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭

and you wouldn’t call that cuddling no, it’s more like....strangling....but with love....kinda....yeah that sure ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

on another note, you made it you personal mission to lift his confidence whenever SM doesn’t treat him right (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) y’all evil cockroaches

and renjun always promotes you subtly during his lives

“ ‘renjun can you give us a song recommendation?’ yeah sure actually there’s this song-” spoiler alert : it’s always one of your songs

one of the biggest secrets in kpop is who drew that *absolutely* gorgeous portrait of you that you proudly showed in your own live

spoiler alert x2 : it’s renjun, it’s always renjun

your friendship is really one of a kind

basically best friends lovingly clowning and supporting each other at the same time precious am i rite

Lee Jeno

jeno seems like a very comforting person to me

like he’s someone you can go and vent to about all the pressure of your career and what not

and he’d just listen to you and hold your hand tightly in his if you’re able to meet face to face, he has his own way of grounding you when everything gets hectic （＾ｖ＾）

he’s a lowkey hypeman

whenever you happen to perform at the same awards show as dream he makes sure to dance and cheer cutely for you o(≧∇≦o)

you won an award?? this man is so proud he hollers louder than your fans well basically he’s your no.1 fan soo :))))))

he always tries to shield you away from hate so it’s one of the reasons he doesn’t disclose much of your closeness lowkey protective jeno

you had an airport accident once common against idols unfortunately

lemme tell ya, jeno went NUTS (｀⌒´メ)

he’s not a confrontational person but he CAN and WILL be when it comes to you

he babies the heck out of you for the next few days :3

and once he has the occasion to turn on vlive he takes a minute to *calmly* explain that while idols love their fans, it’s not fine for fans to invade their privacy and personal space preach sister

you were also close to flipping the sasaengs’s shit up when they kept bothering keno with calls leave the man alone jeez (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he always reminds you to to take care of yourself

“don’t push yourself too hard” “don’t drink too much coffee, you’ve seen what it can do to jaemin and we don’t want that now, do we?”

he often covers your dances ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒ and nails them

“jeno you’re dancing better than me on MY OWN SONG”

“idk what you’re talking about” (＾ω＾)

overall your cheerleader and each other’s poorly read not at all paid bodyguards

Lee Haechan

“your sun is here to enlighten your life!!!!!”

“gtfo hyuck”

this man knows no privacy

he’s ruthless and he visits whenever he wants even if it means that’s on a wednesday AT 3 AM (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

he tells you it’s because your ‘just forcefully woken up’ is the best blackmailing material

in reality it’s because he just misses you A LOT ( ⁍᷄⌢̻⁍᷅ )

this rascal is busy a lot and you’re busy a lot and so every single moment spent with you is so so precious to you both

he gets overwhelmed by this feeling of longing sometimes so he acts on instinct and just barges in wherever you are

but you can also count on him at any time

*middle of the night* *donghyuck sleepily answering his phone* *sniff* *sniff* “hyuck”

“yeah what’s wrong??? who am i beating up???? should i take johnny too???? just say the name cutie (*｀Ω´*)”

you only ended up crying about missing his cuddles

*sigh* “you only love me for my cuddles”

you once told him fleetingly that you missed breakfast and lunch

you found 2 boxes of takeout outside your apartment already paid by a certain someone i need a hyuck pls

he’s also quite vocal about your friendship and randomly mentions you

“y/n told me that i look cutest with my baby belly so unless you wanna pick a fight with them lay off gremlin” ー(￣～￣)ξ

both your dreams are to get to collab on something anything it would be heavenly for hyuck to colllab with anyone tbh

nothing can keep you 2 apart, your duo is just too strong and the world just isn’t ready for you

Na Jaemin

he’s such a warm person

he babies you but just because he wishes you’d have more time to spend with each other ( *’ω’* )

so the only way to quench his worry is texting you daily to make sure you’re alright and taking care of yourself or he’d personally do it

the way he talks about you tho (╯✧∇✧)╯ like you put the stars in the sky you did for him

“y/n is actually quite good at this game, i ate dirt when we played together”

“y/n looks so pretty in those pictures we took together” Σ(*ﾉ´>ω<｡`)ﾉ

“y/n is my favorite model end of story”

talking about his love for photography, you’re his model 80% of the time

his camera roll is filled with pictures of you every time you find enough time in both your busy schedules to meet up

he has enough to open a fanpage if he hasn’t done that already ;)

in turn you’d secretly dedicate parts of the lyrics you wrote to him

i’m telling you he would CRY hearing your sweet voice sing such beautiful words meant for him he would feel so appreciated pls ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

he always says that he has no other friends other than his members so having you validating the strong bond he feels with you would elevate him to cloud 9 :,(((((

i can imagine you two meeting on a variety show a mess that would be

you can’t be too close in front of the cameras in order not to give the wrong impressions

but behind the scenes you’re not leaving each other’s side, chatting and clinging onto each other the entire time (≡^∇^≡)

and even on screen as long as you’re allowed to you’re attached to the hip, ALWAYS beside each other

in conclusion you’re the besties everyone is envious of and wishes to share such a precious bond with someone ∩(︶▽︶)∩

Zhong Chenle

y’all are basically the ‘you can’t sit with us’ pair -_-

another one who i think would keep your friendship private

like it is public that you two are friends but neither of you shares more about your meetups and so on

but chenle is lowkey highkey whipped

chenji making keychains for the rest of nct? +1 for y/n (/^▽^)/

surprise party for chenle’s birthday? you’re dressed as staff waiting for him to notice you after cameras are turned off he screeched so loud the entire building heard him and then proceeded to cling onto you forever

you know how chenle took jisung to him home in china? he took you with him as often as you both could afford the time to he even rescheduled a few times to make it convenient for you to come along (｡•́︿•̀｡)

he buys all versions of your albums cuz he can

going to each other’s concerts!!!!!

i can imagine you accompanying his family to the dream concert (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥) the same one when jeno and jaemin decided to get nakey nakey yes

you’re texting nonstop istg (◔_◔)

chenle can always be seen texting in the waiting rooms and so on

you’re his source of confidence before concert and certain schedules

also you’re probably discussing your hangout plans :))))

which often ends up in playing basketball in a park at night and then getting bored or tired and just wandering aimlessly around

you secretly record duets together unreleased unfortunately ( ب_ب )

and he teaches you how to play piano

basically your friendship is very playful and you find a comfort place in each other to remind yourselves that you’re allowed to have fun and live your lives o(*>ω<*)o

Park Jisung

i think it took quite a while to befriend him

his shyness can get the best of him sometimes it’s okay bby

but once you got hi to break out of his shell you’ve got yourself a lifelong best friend congrats (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

he shows his caring nature through small acts

texts you good luck and encourages you before award shows

becomes your dramatic weatherman

literally glitches if you ever have even a *slightly* sexy concept

“how did you like the dance, jisungie?”

“i-uh...um...it was...yeah...it was really uh *coughs* *clears throat* it was NICE, yeah...nice” (๑ּగ⌄ּగ๑)

ofc he *absolutely* loved it, he just respects you and looks up to you too much to make any further commentary

you coach each other through dance routines :3

you never fail to calm down and give confidence to jisung whenever his nerves get in the way

jaemin actually specifically asked you to look after jisung during his hiatus

jisung’s TMI’s sometimes involve you (´ㅂ`๑)

“today’s tmi? i started working on a surprise for you czennies...and i got help from a very talented performer”

the surprise was a dance cover choreographed and performed with you that was the death of your fandoms ੧| ⊗ ▾ ⊗ |୨

you can be considered childhood friends so you understand each other with little to no words spoken

that’s why everyone loves your ‘partners in pure crime’ friendship

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hd-learns-korean · 3 years

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Musical Monday's Week 3!

Hello All! Happy Monday, I hope you had a brilliant weekend and are on track for a beautiful week ahead.

Today I'm back with another music inspired study post.

No jokes when I say this song is FIRE! I love it so much!

Song: My First and Last (마지막 첫사랑)

Artist: NCT Dream

Song Recommended by: tell-tale-taeil

My thoughts on this song: If you wanna dance around and sing like you're staring in your own Kpop concert, then this song is for you! It's so good and has such a feel good vibe to it. Love it. 🎤🎵😍

Notes: I am not 100% fluent in Korean and use these study posts to help me practice writing and translating. I've done my best to quadruple check info, but there still may be some mistakes. If you spot any, or a better way to translate please lemme know so I can correct them! Thank you!

Translation notes: I have included a mixture of my own sentences, papago translations and Naver dictionary examples. Where sentences are not my own, I have labelled where they are sourced from.

Right then party people, shall we get this study session started?!

VOCABULARY:

보이다 be seen/ come into sight/ appear

Present Tense: 보여요

Past Tense: 보였어요

Future Tense: 보일 거예요

Nominal: 보임

흥미를 보이다 show interest/ express an interest (Naver)

요즘 그는 피아노 연주에 흥미를 보여요. He is interested in playing the piano these days.

본을 보이다 set an example/ serve as a model (Naver)

모범을 보이다 set a (good) example for somebody (Naver)

미나 씨는 이 아이들에게 좋은 모범을 보이고 있어요. Mina is setting a good example for these children.

첫선을 보이다 make a debut (Naver)

저희가 2월에 첫선을 보일 거예요! We will debut in February!// We're going to perform for the first time in February!

열의를 보이다 Show enthusiasm (Naver)

그의 정말 열의를 보이고 있는 것 같아요. I think he's showing real enthusiasm.

시큰둥한 반응을 보이다 show a lukewarm reaction. Show an indifferent reaction. (Naver)

��수에게 관객은 시큰둥한 반응을 보였어요. The audience showed a sour reaction to the singer. The audience gave a lukewarm reaction to the singer.

적히다 be written down/ be noted down/ to be blacklisted

Present Tense: 적혀요

Past Tense: 적혔어요

Future Tense: 적힐 거예요

Nominal: 적힘

저기 있는 카페 간판에는 뭐라고 적혀 있어요? What's written on the cafe sign over there? (Modified Naver example)

메모에 전화를 건 사람의 이름과 전화번호가 적혀 있었다. The caller's name and phone number were written on the memo. (Naver)

죄성합니다, 이름은 명단에 안 있는 적혔어요. I'm sorry, your name is not on the list.

설명 explanation/ account/ give an explanation (of)

설명 자막 A subtitle/ a cut-in (Naver) Description Subtitles

화면 아래에는 설명 자막을 있어요. At the bottom of the screen there is an explanation caption. (There are subtitles at the bottom of the screen)

오늘에서 무슨 봤는 간단히 설명해주세요. Briefly explain what you saw today. (My version)

오늘 본 내용을 간략하게 설명해 주세요. Please briefly explain what you saw today.

(papago version)

장황하게 설명하다 Give a long winded/ lengthy/ rambling explanation. (Naver)

장황하게 설명하지 마세요. Don’t give me a long winded explanation.

개략을 설명하다 give an outline/ general explanation (Naver)

부러워하다 envy/ be envious of

Present Tense: 부러워해요

Past Tense: 부러워했어요

Future Tense: 부러워할 거예요

Nominal: 부러워함

저는 미나의 요리 실력을 부러워해요. I envy Mina's cooking skills.

저는 유나의 노래 재능을 부러워해요. I envy Yuna's talent for singing.

알딸딸하다 tipsy (Informal)

Present Tense: 알딸딸해요

Past Tense: 알딸딸했어요

Future Tense: 알딸딸할 거예요

Nominal: 알딸딸함

난 좀 알딸딸해. I’m a little tipsy.

난 좀 기분이 알딸딸하다. I feel a little tipsy.

취하다 be drunk/ Figurative use = To be enchanted/ to be intoxicated/ be immersed in

Present Tense: 취해요

Past Tense: 취했어요

어젯밤 넌 진짜 취했어! You were really drunk last night!

그 아저씨가 취한 것 같아요? Do you think he’s drunk?

그 아저씨는 취한 것 같아요? Does he look drunk?

확실하다 sure/ certain/ confident/ positive/ definite

Present Tense: 확실해요

Past Tense: 확실했어

Future Tense: 확실할 거예요

확실한 입장을 취하다 To take a firm line/ stand on (Naver)

확실한 투자 a sound/ solid/ secure investment (Naver)

사장님, 확실한 투자인 것 같습니까? Boss, do you think it’s a solid investment?

확실한 증거 conclusive evidence (Naver)

확실한 것은 말할 수 없다 I cannot say for certain (Naver)

살펴보다 examine/ search for/ look into

Present Tense: 살펴봐요

Past Tense: 살펴봤어요

Future Tense: 살펴볼 거예요

문이 잘 잠겼나 살펴봤어요? Did you check to see if the door was locked?

면밀히 살펴보다 minutely examine (Naver)

되돌리다 restore/ return/ give something back/ set back/ put back

Present Tense: 되돌려요

Past Tense: 되돌렸어요

Future Tense: 되돌릴 거예요

집주인이 계약금을 되돌려 주지 않았서 난 지금 진짜 화나! I'm really angry right now because the landlord didn't return the down payment.

살피다 take a good look at/ watch/ observe/ inspect closely/ judge

Present Tense: 살펴요

Past Tense: 살폈어요

Future Tense: 살필 거예요

표정을 살피다 study/ read somebody’s face (Naver)

미나는 사장님의 눈치를 살폈어요. Mina checked her boss’s mood. Mina tread on eggshells around her boss.

심중을 살피다 take a look at what’s in one’s heart/ read a persons mind. (Naver)

할머니, 왜 창밖을 살펴고 있어요? Grandma, why are you looking out the window? Grandma why are you peeping out of the window?

의향을 살피다 Sound out/ try to find out somebody’s intentions (Naver)

Miscellaneous Interesting Things I Found In This Song:

Difference between 살펴보다 & 살피다:

Both mean to 'look'

However 살펴보다 is a compound verb comprising of 살피다 + 보다

살피다 = To look

Therefore 살펴보다 gives the meaning of to look more closely/ to examine.

Both practically mean the same thing.

GRAMMAR:

ㄴ/는 것 같다

It seems that….

I think that….

To express a guess that has some substance to it. The speaker is fairly certain of the facts.

Usually something the speaker knows but doesn’t want to seem tactless or blunt, the speaker is trying to be polite.

Speaker is politely and gently giving their opinion

Can also be used to express that the speaker has already experienced something.

Note: ㄴ 것 같다 Shows past tense for verbs

았/었/ 했 는 것 같다 Shows present tense for verbs

ㄴ 것 같다 present tense for adjectives.

To say I thought that, I felt that: Conjugate ㄴ/는 것 같다 into ㄴ/는 것 같았어(요)

Examples found in this song:

Oh 내게도 온 것 같아 Oh I think it came to me too

너에게 취한 것 같아 I think I’m drunk on you

ㄹ/을 것 같다:

The speaker is less certain of the facts

A vague guess

The speaker is being presumptive about the future

with a noun = N + 일 것 같다

ADJ./V = ADJ./V + (으)ㄹ 것 같다

Examples found in this song:

가슴이 곧 터져 버릴 것 같아 I feel like my heart will burst soon – it seems like my heart will burst soon.

I will be creating a separate grammar post for the grammar listed above, otherwise this post would be too long!

However I'd like to recommend a youtuber that covers this topic and her video is really good! It helped me grasp the topic and she gives a really useful and in depth explanation with great examples!

Check out this video on Youtube by youtuber Korean Jream

“Korean Noun Modifying Form ~(으)ㄴ/는/(으)ㄹ, with 것 같다 | Intermediate Korean Grammar"

There we go everyone study list complete! I hope you had fun studying with musical monday's and found this post helpful. Did you like the song choice? I hope so!

As always everyone

Stay safe, have a beautiful day, and Happy Studying! X

Sources: Naver dictionary, Papago translation, verbix.com, Korean Jream (Youtube)

Image Source: Background Image is not my own, it is sourced from unsplash.com. All credits go to the original creator. However I have edited it and added my own text.

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 4 years

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hello~ if it’s not too much of a bother could o request a cake? physically 5’1/2ish, w more east asian features and i have short a little over the shoulder length hair i can barely even tie TT. i like wear the whole skirts thigh highs shebang but i also really like going for the grunge/skater girl w baggy jeans and shirts type of thing too. interest wise i really like to draw!! and i’m a good singer of i do say so myself 👉👈 i’m also self diagnosed neurodivergent (possibly on the adhd spectrum) which gives me a lot of hyperfixations:(( recently it’s been animal crossing!! i don’t even have a switch to play it w but my favorite is raymond he’s so cool~ i also got into volleyball bc of my friends and ofc haikyuu and i kinda wanna be libero heh 🤸‍♀️ personality is a lil tricky for me but according to 16p (it’s not a reliable source i knOw) i’m an intp but w my friends i become indeed only chaotic <33 they always say i’m perverted and corrupting them 💔. i wouldn’t say i’m emotional but logically and psychologically wise i think i have a good depth of emotions. SCIENCE AND MAYH IS MY WEAKNESS i utterly hate science 💔 but language arts is the place where i shine ✨🧚‍♀️. sorry i’ve gone on for too long 😔👍 but i hope it’s okay~

Omgggg sorry this took so long! I took a blog beak today but now it’s late and I can’t sleep so I’m working on requestsssss. Enjoy though ❤️

🍰 for @kozuken-ma

Romantic Matchup

Nishinoya Yu

How yall met

Ya boy needed help with Literature :p

He was this 🤏 close from passing that class

But he still needed some extra help

Or else he was gonna get benched

So the teacher had recommended you along with some others as potential tutors

He had seen you around school before

And he's ngl you were one of the cuter girls at karasuno

But he's only ever talked to you like once

But compared to all of the other people the teacher suggested

You were the most familiar

So he chose you

He quickly realized that you were much more than just a pretty face

You were super smart!

And funny

And you seemed to know how to teach the subject in a way he could understand

He honestly thought he would never love another girl besides Kiyoko

But you were growing on him

So after he had raised his grade up

He continued to go to you for some extra tutoring

Half of the time he wasn't paying attention to the subject

But more to how pretty you looked today

Soon enough you caught on to how he felt

So one day when you caught him staring you said

“You know if you wanna take me out you should just ask”

Mans turned BRIGHT red

But in the end he was able to ask you out

What they love about you

This man LIVES for your style

Like one day you'll show up in your usual skirt and thigh highs

(which he loves ofc)

But then some days you'll switch it up and show up in a classic skater girl outfit

Something like this :)))))

And his jaw just goes to the FLOOR

Like wtf how did you just get even more perfect

Im convinced he has the classic skater boy style so he really loves those outfits

He loves how chaotic you are

Alright this is NISHINOYA were talking about

If your gonna date him you gotta be a little more on the wild side

He loves the havoc you guys create

And the adventures you two have together

Have the cops been called on these adventures?

Yes

Have you ran from said cops before?

Also yes

HAS NOYA EVER HAD TO SPEND THE NIGHT AT THE POLICE STATION?

Yes but we don't talk about that

He loves ALL of your drawings

Keeps every single one you give him

And he loves your singing voice

Always tells you you need to go onto the voice or some shit

“Ok Miss Arianna i see you ;))))”

“Noya i am trying to SHOWER >:(“

What you love about them

You love how he can match your energy

As stated before

And just with basic haikyuu knowledge

This is a chaotic boy were talking about

So what do you think happens when you put two chaotic people together

You guessed it. CHAOS

But it's always fun for you two

Not so much fun for anyone around tho

You love how he supports all of your interests and hobbies

I swear you could draw a triangle and this mans would be like

“Wow”

“I've never seen such a perfect triangle in my life”

“These lines? Straighter than a heterosexual relationship”

I'm dating the next davinci people”

You get the gist

But honestly you really enjoy these compliments

You like how passionate he can get about things

Perfect example would be when he and asahi got into their fight

Like our boy was MAD

But that kind of passion can also be seen in a more positive atmosphere as well

Like he gets HYPED when he get asked about an of his interests

And will talk about them for HOURS

It makes for fun conversations tho

So your not complaining

Favorite things to do together

Crackhead tings 💅

But seriously

He loves just going out and doing the most random shit with you

Late night gas station trips

Pouring instants mashed potatoes on people's yards

Blasting music while driving around

Starting a cult with the kids at your local playground

Yeah we don't talk about the last one…

Parents were not happy to see their kids chanting around a Mcdonald's sprite

Basically he just loves having fun with you

Random Hc

His grade improved a lot since he started dating you

Once you convinced him to try on one of your skirts

And lemme just say

This man SLAYED

Like wtf

When he found out you wanted to be a libero

Oh boy

He was so eager to teach youtube rolling thunder

Yeah you almost broke your neck that day…

Overall Aesthetic

Chaotic Skaterssss 🛹

Songs-

Gimmie Love (joji)

Maniac (conan gray)

White Iverson (taylor swift)

Blinding lights (the weekend)

jenny (studio killers)

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu crack #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya headcanons #nishinoya yuu #hq nishinoya #submission

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feliciohno · 3 years

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I'm back but not without a quick psa

Okay ik I do like these little psa bullshits all the time and I am sorry and ik only like maybe 5 people care I'm just the kinda person who feels the need to over explain constantly even though ik I don't have to. Anyways, this is hopefully gonna be a quick thing and done but I just need to talk a little bit about my coming back and some changes to the blog so lets go.

So, I'll be honest, I'm not fully ready to come back. Just being frank but the only reason I'm coming back after about a month is because I wanted to take part in a Chaggie month during may and this is the blog I use for that kinda stuff. But I didn't want to reopen the blog and then just post about Hazbin cause honestly I'd feel bad. I know I say time and time again that this blog isn't JUST Hetalia but I'm not dumb, I know what you guys followed the blog for. And it's not that I blame anyone because where the content isn't only Hetalia it tends to be mostly Hetalia.

If it wasn't for the Chaggie month I probably would have stayed away longer ngl. Don't get me wrong, I do feel much better than I did when I first left. I just still don't feel great. Without getting too much into it, my brain doesn't really do great things sometimes. Whenever something bad happens to me it often will latch those emotions to things in the moment. Sometimes it's stuff like food or a song but a lot of times it's shows and characters and ships. It sucks cause it very often tends to hit special interests the most. There really isn't a special interest I have that I can enjoy without issue except maybe bats. And ik this is typically a trauma response but like? My brain recently has started to do it outside of trauma? Like I'm pretty sure I haven't gone through any trauma recently?? So idk man it's dumb and hates me. Anyways, there's still some characters and ships and stuff for Hetalia that I really can't look at without panicking lmao. But honestly it's okay. I'm kinda use to this kinda stuff by now?

Basically my hiatus was so I could step away from people and just like the show by myself. I blocked tags, I only interacted with the show and drew stuff for it when I felt like I wanted to or could. I only talked about the show with an extremely small select group of friends and even that was on rare occasion. There's a word for what I was trying to do but I can't remember it rn it's like re-something therapy. But whatever so yeah. And honestly? It was working really well. It's still working really well. I feel better than I did before. But like? It's still not great. There's gonna be stuff that still messes me up. This isn't the kinda thing that goes away over night and I knew that going into my hiatus. But! You guys stuck with me (from what I can tell) and I genuinely thank you all for that! So like yeah I am coming back to the blog including Hetalia posting. I'm probably gonna keep the tags blocked though and only look at like certain mutual content and stuff. Just stuff that I know for sure isn't gonna idk set me off (I desperately don't wanna call any of this stuff triggers cause then that's admitting how much they actually emotionally affect me and I'm not even gonna go there lmao).

That's basically it in regards of my hiatus BUT now I gotta talk about some changes to this blog. Nothing huge just two minor things.

The first thing is this blog is now my Problematic Media blog AND my blog to put Gore/N S F W content on. The main reason for this is I got accepted to be an artist on a blog called @/ponydoodles (if you like mlp related content go give it a follow :> ). One of the rules though of being an artist is the main blog you use and that is associated with your mod title can not have any extreme gore or N S F W content on it. Which like, I don't blame them for making that a rule. The mlp fandom has a lot of bad rep cause of older and probably even still modern fans. I have my own opinions on that kinda stuff but that's neither here nor there. So yeah! Any content of mine that is too suggestive or gory will be posted here no matter the source. Please make sure to block any tags of stuff you don't wanna see. And just a quick note, I will not be tagging N S F W content as such because those posts get blocked and it's FUCKING annoying. Instead I will be using the tag NSFT (not safe for tumblr) which from what I've seen is what most people are using these days. As for gore I always do my best to make sure everything is properly tagged with more intense or triggering content.

The last small change to this blog is this- I will no longer be posting about non blog related content on here. Lemme explain a little. I'm sure a lot of you noticed that I tend to make little posts here and there about myself, my life, cartoons just anything on my mind. The problem with this is I ended up almost killing my main blog @hext00ns because I was never fucking using it. And because I never used it for so long I don't get much interaction from people on that blog but I did start to get it here. From there it was a loop. I'd post more on here, causing less attention on my main, causing people to interact more with my side, causing me to want to post more on my side and less on my main. And honestly? It actually made me kinda depressed? In a weird way? It's kinda dumb but Hextoons is like my brand. Being the weird cartoon freak that knows way too much about animation and anything involving it has always and will always be my main and in some cases only personality trait lmao. It's also where I post my original content which is really important to me. So, here's what's gonna happen. I'm only gonna be posting about content that pertains to the sources and content that I use this blog for. Any other content or blogging or whatever will go on my main @hext00ns So like if you liked that kinda stuff or if you like other cartoons, anime, and video game stuff, just god please go follow that account. Genuinely. I promise that blog is full of the same F- bullshit quality all my content tends to be.

And one last thing cause I feel like some people are gonna be curious, yes you can still talk to me about Hetalia and send asks and shit. I still love asks and interactions more than life itself and that hasn't changed. It really is what motivates me to do shit. Comments, tags on reblogs, asks, this kinda stuff puts a fire under my ass to continue and create content that, I assume, you guys like. I'm always open to that kinda stuff on either blog. And where yeah, Hetalia kinda makin' me sad still just a bit, I am better. And honestly? I have the physical ability to just? Not check my notifs for a day or so if I need a short breather or I'm not feeling up to it? Like tech is so amazing how you can exit out of apps and windows like wow guys it's so crazy (/s/j).

So yeah, your fruity little Italian is back from superhell what's up bitches

#this was longer than i wanted it to be #whatever lmao #psa #vee~#i'm prob gonna queue this up once or twice and then go on to my regularly scheduled bs tomorrow

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jinned · 5 years

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bts react- them as your boyfriend

-the biggest dork of a boyfriend oh my god

-but tries to act cool™️

-when he buys himself hoodies he’s also subconsciously thinking of whether or not you’d like it

-he wants to buy the kind of hoodies you want to steal

-“this one is a nice color but this other one is cozier and y/n would be able to curl up in it so I should go with this one”

-lots of giggling

-and that cute embarrassed smile/eye scrunch namjoon does (you know the one)

-he would cup your cheeks in his hands ALL THE TIME

-on dates he just wants to stare at you

-like it’s borderline creepy…

-but he’s just so in awe of you

-constantly wonders what he did to deserve you

-makes playlists for you to listen to

-he’s the type of boyfriend that would 100% put you first

-gets so concerned about your wellbeing that he kind of hovers

-he wants a partner in life and wants to be able to learn and grow with you

-tries so hard to be perfect for you

-is the type of boyfriend that won’t shut up about you to random strangers or friends but honestly doesn’t even realize that you’re all he talks about

-when someone calls him out on it he gets reeeaaalll embarrassed and shy

-always says you need to take more pictures together but then gets so lost in the moment he forgets to take any

-we already been knew you gonna lose some ribs cause you’ll be laughing so hard around this man

-writes you awful corny love jokes

-he’s the type of boyfriend who will always take care of you

-you’ll never have to worry about anything basically

-treats you like royalty and would do anything for you

-lots of at home dates!!

-cuddling on the couch drinking wine and watching old movies

-or karaoke

-but not…regular karaoke

-“whoever sings the worst doesn’t have to do dishes”

-it’s basically you two screeching and making inaudible sounds into a microphone

-some mornings you’ll wake up and he’ll be acting out a role from a film and it’s your mission to guess what character he is

-until then no kisses >:|||

-Jin would be the relaxed kind of boyfriend but you’ll never stop laughing

-would 10000% sing you to sleep

-just wants to spend time with you. That’s his love language

-you are the source of his confidence

-”If I could get y/n to fall in love with me then I can do anything”

-at some points in the relationship you will have to remind him that he is an adult and to stop acting like a child

-only gotta tell him once and then he’ll get his shit together

-the type of boyfriend to make you think “wow…he’d be an amazing dad.” a LITTLE too early into the relationship

-shy boyfriend

-wants to protect you but also wants to hide behind you

-just wants you to be as in love with him as he is with you

-reaalllly afraid he’s going to do something to mess things up :(((

-has the mentality of “push them away before they push you away”

-is just really afraid

-but once you break down those walls and show him that you’re here to stay and that you love the real him…

-the dorkiest boyfriend

-so many sarcastic jokes

-“aha!!” kind of laughs

-sees the relationship as 50-50 but understands that sometimes you might be at a 30 so he needs to step up and be the 70 (I hope that makes sense)

-S P O I L S Y O U

-you mention one time you like that one thing?

-it’s all wrapped up in a pretty bow on your side of the bed by the end of the week

-leaves you REAL CUTE NOTES

-“hi baby I hope you have a great day at work! Don’t forget to take your vitamins and take a water bottle with you. Never forget you are the most precious thing to me. I love you more than I can ever describe.”

-writes songs about you

-a lot of songs

-would want to hide you from the paparazzi to protect you but would tweet so many obvious things about you

-at the end of the day he just wants to be held by you

-he’s so afraid of losing you that he’ll go over the top with everything he does

-legit watches romantic movies or reads romance novels to “Study” how to be a boyfriend basically

-but then quickly finds out that type of stuff isn’t how the real world works

-I could honestly go on and on about the type of boyfriend my lil yoongurt would be cause he’s seriously the dream boyfriend

-not gonna lie hobi might be kind of a mess of a boyfriend. Lemme explain

- m o o d s w i n g s

-just emotionally all over the place

-he seems to feel his emotions 10 times more than a regular person

-when he’s happy he’s OVER THE MOON

-when he’s upset or angry it’s a lot of petty attitude

-those are on rare occasions though

-he’s the type of boyfriend that clings to you

-just needs you close 24/7

-is really easy to shop for???

-I don’t think he’d particularly take you out on lots of dates

-he’s prefer bringing the dates home

-like board games and crafts

-6 months in and he’s talking about babies

-highkey just really intense

-but it’s mostly in a good way

-never forgets your birthday or anniversary

-the boyfriend that goes “it’s our three month anniversary! I got you a gift!”

-your family just ADORES HIM

-easily jealous

-ultimately is the ideal boyfriend once he gets past his own insecurities

-if you guys argue he will be the mature one to make you both sit down and talk it out

-ever wish you could date a golden retriever? WELL SAY NO MORE

-jimin would be the most loyal boyfriend

-would feel bad leaving you to hang out with his friends

-so many cuddles

-will literally fetch anything for you

-you need anything? He’s already on his way to the store to get it for you

-comes back with flowers and your favorite candy

-the type to get you presents just because they reminded him of you

-lots of romantic dates

-definitely the “my best friend is my boyfriend” type

-you are the center of his world and all he wants is for you to be happy

-if you have younger siblings he’s always excited to see them and play with them

-he really quickly becomes an addition to your family

-he’s really insecure so he needs constant confirmation that he’s a good boyfriend and that you love him

-the type to make a sims family with you

-“look y/n! Our sims have 8 kids!”

-sometimes he’s so clingy it’s annoying

-like gadayum can’t anyone pee without holding their boyfriend’s hand??????

-he’s the opposite of Yoongi. Yoongi would be more likely to push you away due to his insecurities but Jimin will cling too much because of his insecurities

-Jimin would be the most attentive boyfriend ever like wow what a precious gem

-so so so sooooo goofy

-lots of adventures!

-wants to take you out all the time

-never go to the same restaurant twice

-wants to capture every moment with you via camera

-sometimes you have to remind him to actually live in the moment

-loves to hold onto you

-is not afraid of pda

-gets bashful when you do the simplest things. Like kissing his cheek randomly

-he can’t take it

-lmao sorry but if you’re a female reader he gonna play with your boobs ALL THE TIME

-not even in a sexual way just if it’s there within his reach it gonna be in his hand

-sometimes he gets a little intense with how childish he is

-if you try to have a serious conversation with him early into the relationship it might not go as planned

-he has a harder time letting go of his goofy and carefree side so you’ll just have to really sit him down and explain that you’re trying to be serious and want him to act the same

-after a while though it’s SOOOOO much easier

-I don’t wanna say you have to train him to be a boyfriend but you’re gonna have to train him to be a boyfriend

-what I mean by train is that you’ll have to teach him what you like and what you expect/want from him because a lot of the dating stuff won’t come naturally to him

-but don’t worry he’s got it down and will do anything to make you happy

-just be careful not to make him feel like he’s not good enough or that you’re trying to change him

-definitely wants a “my best friend is my significant other” type of relationship

-out of all the members he’s most likely to be self aware of if he’s ready for a relationship or not

-“yeah I really like this person but I’ve got a lot going on so it wouldn’t be fair to them.”

-he’s not romantic by the book but definitely romantic in his own way

-takes you to art museums and shows you his favorite paintings

-if you look closely a lot of the paintings reflect love and inner turmoils

-you basically have to read in between the lines with tae

-oh sweet baby boy :(

-the cutest boyfriend :(

-like…the ones you see in movies kind of boyfriend

-the “this has to be scripted” or “he stole this off the internet” kind of boyfriend

-memorizes you to a T

-you’re in a bad mood? Comes home with flowers and your favorite snacks

-tucks you in at night and gives you temple kisses

-also kind of a lost boyfriend ™️

-he’s just…trying real hard to figure things out

-jungkook’s google search list:

•”how to be a good boyfriend?”

•”best places to take your girl/boyfriend”

•”how to know if you’re in love”

-wants to WRESTLE

-like play wrestling where you’re both laughing and just grabbing each other and trying to pin one another down

-is scared when he realizes it could lead to something sexual

-just wants to be a dork with you

-another “my best friend is my boyfriend” type of guy

-but also babies the fuck outta you

-is so polite and respectful to your family that they’re suspicious

-gives THE BEST boyfriend hugs

-always smells good

-the type of boyfriend that buys you the giant ass teddy bear and a giant bouquet of flowers

♡𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝓊𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎 ♡

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The Assistant / Chapter Forty-Five, “Evermore”

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“Her face is stuck in every place.

The front door, the ghost of her winter boots on the door mat, the barstools at the kitchen island where we laughed over glasses of her Rebecca wine, the crusty banana bread forgotten on the counter, the head of the kitchen table where we burned our mouths on pot pie, and that’s not even the worst of it. The blanket from Sunday night remains in a messy pile on the sofa, just how we had left it. My chest shakes harder with another sob at the sight of it, and the wine glasses I had forgotten on the coffee table beside the bottles of nail polish.

Memories flood my insides when I sink onto the cushions, my head in my hands as her laugh from only three days ago fills my ears.”

Music Inspo: Hold My Girl by George Ezra (click to listen)

“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”

― Henry Miller

I’m woken from my dreams due to movements within my arms. Knuckling at my eyes with a groan, I look around, feeling regrettable about the reality that I had come back to. The one that I was previously immersed in was far better, and brings a reminiscent smile to my lips at the remembrance of. Settling my eyes on her, wrapped up safely inside of my arms, my lazy lips curl into a larger smile at the thought.

Her with her own arms holding a blue-eyed, dark-haired little baby with me at her side. Talk about dreamy.

Her forehead is warm underneath my lips, and soft as ever. The creamy vanilla lotion she uses leaves hints of the fragrance across her face, one of the few necessities Skye grabbed from home today. I brush away the loose waves that drape over her skin, but within seconds, I wish that I hadn’t when I find the stitches and colors claiming her.

A noise interrupts my thoughts and when I look up, the nurse is standing at my side clearing her throat. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she’s shaking her head at me.

“Harry,” she sighs, wagging a finger at me dramatically.

“Kristi, I know, ‘m not s’posed t’ be up here. ‘m sorry, but she was hysterical from a nightmare, and I couldn’t get her t’ calm down,” I confess in a dry voice.

Relenting with a sigh, she whispers her reply, “Alright, but you need to be careful of her IV tubing, as well as her injuries. I don’t want anybody else in her family thinking that we allow this kind of thing,” she pauses to wink, and I nod with understanding. “I’m glad you mentioned the nightmare, though, that’s something that I need to record.”

She follows up her lecture with a few quiet questions about the nightmare Becks had, and she types them in the laptop she brought in with her. Her eyebrows greeted her hairline when I mentioned Becks saying that she’s starting to remember, and that being the sole reason for the nightmare.

It could never feel sufficient, the number of whispery kisses I press to her battered skin, asleep or not. Bloody hell, is she so beautiful, I muse while admiring Becks below me, sleeping peacefully. Finally. I never want to stop kissing her, but soon after those thoughts sound in my skull, my heavy eyelids yell for me to close them. Giving in, they win and I fall into the soundest sleep I’ve had in days.

My own name rouses me from my sleep, and it takes a few moments of adjusting to remember where I am. It’s quicker than yesterday, making me realize how used to all of this I’m getting. I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that, but it’s all washed away when I find the baby blue pair of eyes waiting for me.

“Morning,” she rasps, her voice sounding almost entirely hers now. I couldn’t be happier about it as her head remains on my shoulder, eyes poised towards me.

“G’mornin’, my sweet. How’d ya sleep fer tha rest o’ tha night?” I yawn, tapping her nose with my finger.

“Great,” she smiles and I nod happily, soon echoing her words. “Best I’ve slept here so far.”

“‘m so happy t’ hear that, bug,” I grin and she just stares back at me, something ethereal covering her body in front of me. My, is she something else entirely, I wonder silently. Glancing to my watch, my eyebrows shoot towards the ceiling. “Reckon we both needed it, ‘s bloody ten in tha mornin’, love.”

The softest of laughs tickles my ears, yanking my lips towards the sky effortlessly. There it is, at last, my favorite sound in the entire world. Well, next to her sing-song voice, that’s my favorite song of all.

“I missed hearin’ that,” I whisper, brushing the back of my finger against her satiny cheek. She just continues to smile, and my heart couldn’t feel fuller in this moment.

She’s okay, she’s smiling, she’s laughing, she’s so goddamn beautiful even with bruises and stitches, she’s mine, and she’s okay.

“How’re ya feelin’, bug? I hope I didn’t knock into ya in tha middle o’ tha night, or hurt ya or anythin’.”

“I’m okay, kinda hungry,” she answers, combing a hand through her hair and pausing to scratch an itch. “Head feels heavy and hurts though, and my tummy a little too.”

“That’s good yer hungry, yer appetite ‘s comin’ back. Here, lemme slide out and ‘ll press on yer pain pump.”

“No, Harry,” she objects, grabbing hold of my arm the second I make a movement. “Don’t leave, you’re all warm,” she whines, moving closer to me and grabbing a fistful of my button up in her hand.

Now, it’s my turn to giggle, “‘Kay, but only a few mo’ minutes, I don’t wantcha t’ be in pain, babe,” I coo, beginning to drag my fingers through her hair, but when I watch her eyes close, I stop. I know that she’ll fall back asleep if I do and she needs it, but I’m reminded of the day nurse emphasizing yesterday the importance of her needing to eat. “Don’t fall asleep again yet, bug, ya need yer breakfast. Ya gotta eat t’ heal and get betta.”

“Okay,” she sighs sadly, slowly opening her eyes and looking back up at me.

“Yer eye ‘s lookin’ betta. Reckon it doesn’t help much without yer glasses tho’,” I snicker and her smile grows an inch. “Skye was gonna bring some contacts o’ yers from home t’day, and see if you could wear them. I bet that’d help loads.”

“Yeah,” she hums in reply. “Are you gonna go home too?” Becks asks gently, a curious sadness hidden behind her words. She’s never been very good at hiding her feelings, let alone lying, and I’ve come to be rather good at reading her.

“For a li’l bit, if that’s okay with you.”

“But I’ll miss you,” she answers, looking away to hide the wetness growing in her eyes, but I catch it at the last second. My thumb finds a holding on her chin, and I turn her head to look back at me.

“I won’t be gone long, bug, and it’ll prolly be later when sumbody else can be here with you. Jus’ wanna go home and grab a few things, and shower so I don’t stink anymo’,” I tell her, willing her to look me in the eyes. To my surprise, she does almost the second the thought trickles into my mind. The sight of her glassy eyes wrenches at my heart, and brushing them away with my finger hardly helps. “And t’ pack a bag so I have clothes and me things t’ keep me set here fer awhile so I don’t hafta leave again fer a while, besides showers. ‘ll hafta see if they have a family room o’ sorts t’ take showers here or sumthin’.”

“Okay,” she says, closing her eyes once again. Another tear leaks from her eye and I catch it as soon as it escapes. “Come back.”

“Always, Becks, y’know that,” I tell her, eliciting a nod into my chest.

“I felt so much better sleeping next to you. Safer.”

“Me too, baby. I wish we could do it ev’ry night, I like havin’ ya tucked away in me arms all safe and sound,” I echo, smoothing back her hair before I plant a kiss to the crown of her head. My special spot. “I love you,” I mouth against her hair, much too afraid to let the sounds free from my lips with all that’s going on and the perhaps fluke from the other night. “So much.”

“Stop,” she giggles against my cheek, and I swear, there’s never been a better song written in the whole universe. I continue to scatter kisses across her face, until my last one finds her nose. “Go home, you smell.”

“Hey!” I protest, finding her happy smile with my own two eyes. A sight in and of itself. “I don’t smell.”

“Yes, you do,” Becks giggles, the sound slowly falling away as my eyes find hers. Within a blink, her lips find mine and press a deep kiss to my own. It couldn’t last long enough and then I’m looking into those eyes that I hope and dream my children get to have, but it’s forgotten when hers flood with tears. “I’ll miss you.”

“‘ll be back inn’a hour, love, no longa than that. I promise,” I insist, holding her cheek in my hand, and saddening at her question of what I’m doing again. “‘m goin’ home t’ take a shower, pack a bag, and grab me car. I won’t be long.”

“Oh yeah, I remember you saying that now. I’m sorry, I can’t remember for shit,” she frowns, eyes growing wetter by the second.

“‘s okay, ‘m here t’ help ya rememba. Are ya sure you’ll be okay with me gone for a li’l bit? Skye, yer dad, and Robbie are here. Try t’ get some rest while ‘m gone, ya need it,” I say, drawing waves back and forth on her cheek and pressing a quick kiss to her lips that I can’t resist.

“I’m fine, Harry. I wanna watch Harry Potter.”

“No, ya need t’ sleep, honeybug. Ya watched tha whole second one with me, that’s two and a half hours, Becks. Ya haven’t slept since ya woke up, and that was five hours ago,” I argue, widening my eyes at her and wishing she’d surrender her stubbornness already. “Stop bein’ stubborn,” I giggle, and it only comes harder when her features fall into her famous pout, one that’s harder to resist given the circumstances. She’s just too bloody cute.

“Fine,” she sighs, blinking hard and soon yawning.

“Told ya yer tired, ya gotta listen t’ me sumtimes, cuz ‘m right.”

“No, you’re not,” she smirks, and I roll my eyes with a snicker.

“See ya soon, brat,” I chuckle as her eyes fall closed, pulling the blankets up past her shoulders and tucking them underneath her. The sight of her white arm cast will never get easier, I suspect, but who said that any part of this has gotten easier on Day Two? “‘ll be back inna hour, my sweet. Get some rest, and ‘ll see if tha nurse will let us have a cuddle when I get back. Sweet dreams, Becks.”

“Bye, Harry. Drive safe,” she drawls, words floating away from her as sleep nears her. “Come back.”

“I will, baby. Always,” I hum against her forehead, leaving one last kiss there. Straightening my back, my thumb remains glued to her cheek, only leaving to wipe away the tear that escapes from my eye. “I love you,” I whisper under my breath, taking the first step away from her.

I’ve always found it hard to walk away from her, but I couldn’t hate it more than I do in this very moment. It’s never frightened me so much to leave her, as it does now, seeing as I know how quickly things can change when one leaves.

“She’ll be okay, I’ll sit with her.”

Turning my head, I lose sight of Becks and find Skye waiting a few steps away with a book tucked into her hands.

“Thanks, keep me updated if erm, anythin’ happens.”

“It won’t, but I will, Harry. It’s okay,” she agrees aloud, but my eyes have already ran away from her and back to Becky. Over my shoulder, I can just make out the sounds of her soft snores outside the door of her room. I already miss her, and I haven’t even left her yet, I think as another tear races down my cheek. This keeps happening, I’ve found, but it doesn’t become any easier to leave. “The first time you’ve left her for more than ten minutes, huh?”

“Ya,” I croak, meeting her eyes through my blurry ones. Nodding at her, I lift my leaden feet to take another step. “Take care o’ her fo’ me.”

Her face is stuck in every place.

Memories flood my insides when I sink onto the cushions, my head in my hands as her laugh from only three days ago fills my ears. I can still feel the touch of her knitted jumper between my fingers from that night, the delicacy of her fingers swiping nailpolish over mine, and the sensation of her hands in my hair and her socked foot trailing up my leg underneath the kitchen table. These thoughts fill my head as I drag myself up the stairs, and although she didn’t venture up here that night, I can’t leave her down there. I remember the night she hauled my drunk ass home, even if it was years ago, and helped me into bed. That’s not even touching all of the nights I stared up at the ceiling, longing to hear her voice, and then the nights where I smiled up at it, knowing I’d hear it tomorrow and every day after that.

They threaten to never leave as my wrinkled suit falls to the floor of my bathroom, the sight feeling peculiar and welcomed all in one. Staring at it with a hazy sight, I toss it into the hamper, thinking of possibly burning it until I remember the first day we had at work together in it. Swallowing, the knot within my throat joins the pity party as the hot stream of water cascades down my body. I remain there under the scalding water, observing it disappear down the drain as it washes away the sadness pouring onto my cheeks.

The tears don’t disappear when wrapped in a towel, I sadly smile at the picture Skye sent of Becky smiling lying in bed.

Here’s a smile for you from Ree! She already misses you …. had a little nightmare again but she was okay and I was there. She’s asleep again now, and time for dinner soon. Take your time Harry, she’s ok xx

An onslaught of them now coat my cheeks - regret, anger, and sadness all balled into one being born inside of me at the thought of her waking up scared without me there. Sniffles and whimpers are all that leave me and fill my surroundings as I lay folded clothes inside of the biggest duffel bag I could find, as many joggers, jumpers, t-shirts, and beanies that I can fit before the zipper won’t zip. Only then, do I remember I need to pack other things. Unpacking a few pairs of socks and shirts, I stuff my bag of shower things into the side, chargers, my laptop Myles dropped off from work, deodorant, cologne, a random book I’d always meant to read, vitamins, random snacks, a favorite blanket from the linen closet, and my steel water bottle. I thread a pillow through its handles, glancing over to my unmade bed, missing the person who woke up in it on Monday morning, unbeknownst to the despair and misery that would soon kidnap his happiness.

Exhaling loudly, I drape the strap over my shoulder and begin my steps back to her. I’m coming back, Becks, like I always said I would.

Her soft sounds bounce around the room while the third Harry Potter hums in the background. Finding the remote on her bedside table, I click it off and drown the room in silence. With full hands, I take quiet steps over to her, a smile having already claimed my lips the moment I parked my car. Peace paints her face and I couldn’t be happier being back with my Becks, not wanting to leave her again, and hopefully not again until all of this shit is over.

Her slow breaths tickle my skin when I bend down to press a kiss to her forehead, welcomed by her vanilla scent. Her snoring continues to paint the air as I walk away briefly.

A soft tap! interrupts the absence when I set down the clear vase, swiftly rearranging the stems below me. I leave the small black box beside it and cross the room, leaving my heavy duffel bag on the floor beside the sofa and out of the way.

“Harry?” a voice rasps from behind me. Turning around, I find her little head of dark hair stirring.

“Shh, go back t’ sleep, bug,” I coo, sliding off my coat that I drape over the sofa.

“Are you back or am I dreaming?”

“‘m back, Becks, jus’ got here,” I answer her gently, making quick work of walking over to arrive at her side. “Hi,” I hum happily, feeling a warm jolt to my heart when a smile curls into her cheeks.

“Hi, Harry,” she giggles, a pink at last finding her cheeks.

“Hi, my love,” I smile, dipping down to carefully surround her with my arms and in the process, covering her with kisses. “I told ya I wouldn’t be gone mo’ than an hour. ‘m sorry ya hadda nightmare without me, I hope yer okay . . Hope ya still got some rest.”

“I’m okay, and I did. I’m glad you’re back, I missed you,” she whispers against my neck, pressing a lazy kiss there.

“I missed ya mo’.”

“No, I missed you more,” she argues, a giggle finishing her words. “Most . . I missed you most.”

“Fine, ‘ll give it t’ ya.”

“Good,” she smiles, resigned with success that I find when I pull away to look at her. Shock finds its way back to me at the once again sight of her bruises and stitches after an hour of forgetting them. “You smell good.”

“Why thank you, I took a shower.”

“You look comfy,” she adds on, taking hold of a string from my maroon Rolling Stones hoodie, toying with it between her fingers. The IV tubing dangling from it still sends jolts across my heart.

“I feel betta now, I can tell ya that.”

“Good,” she coos, playing with the second string now too. I can’t resist any longer and steal a random kiss from her lips, finding her blushing smile afterwards. “Aw, did you get me flowers? They’re purple!”

“‘Course they are, I had t’ get yer favourite color, babe,” I answer proudly, stepping away to grab the tall vase from her bedside table. “Looks like ya got a few mo’ since ‘ve been gone too. Ya sure are loved by many, Becks.”

“They’re beautiful.”

“Jus’ like sumbody I know, I wonder who that could be,” I comment teasingly, returning to her bedside to show her the vase of violet roses. “Honey, don’t cry, ‘s okay.”

“You’re so sweet, thank you,” she blubbers, tears flying from her eyes that she can’t wipe away fast enough. A long ‘aw’ jumps from my lips as I set the vase back down and return her to my arms.

“Yer welcome, anythin’ fo’ me girl. I saw all tha flowers you were gettin’ and figured it took me long enough t’ get ya some.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t have to,” she hiccups into my neck, finding holdings on the back of my jumper where she clings to me.

“Yes, I did, and I wanted t’ . . Reckon I should wait on yer present so ya don’t cry anymo’.”

“A present?!” she whispers excitedly, and my giggle soon finds a friend in hers.

Moving away, I leave her with yet another forehead kiss, wiping surprise tears from my own eyes. I catch the budding ones that fall from her waterline before grabbing the little box beside her flowers. ‘Ooo’s and ‘awww’s fill my ears when I open the box and slide the simple gemstone bracelet onto her wrist.

“I saw it and thought o’ you right away, jus’ like with tha flowers. I hope ya like it, seein’ how ‘s purple and all,” I say, pulling on the two ends of the string to tighten it.

“I love it, Harry,” she croaks, tears catching on her words as she stares down at the shades of lavender, cream, and violet claiming her skin.

“Perfect.” With a chuckle, I find my way into her arms after she tugged on my hoodie strings.

“I betta tie those things up, seein’ you already know how t’ use ‘em. ‘s a bit scary really,” I titter against the top of her head, smoothing back her hair. Profuse ‘thank you’s scatter the air, and I feel a stitch begin to heal my heart, ever so slowly. Her tears aren’t alone as I sniffle above her, my arms wound around her shoulders ever so gently.

“Alright?” she mumbles, and a bittersweet smile joins the party.

“Ya, ‘m alright if yer alright, Becks . . Are you?”

“Yes, I always am if you’re there.”

“Me too, babe, me too,” I hiccup, the tears coming hot and fast now, falling into her hair. Always.

Yawning, voices trickle over as the door to the bathroom shuts behind me. Carding a hand through my hair, I follow the familiar sounds until I’m back by the family room scattered with chairs. Now, blankets, bags, and fast food wrappers claim the tables next to Skye, Robbie, Chuck, Asher, and a tall, blonde woman I don’t recognize.

I’m spotted and soon waved over by Asher, “Hey, how’s she doing? Did she eat all of her dinner?”

“She’s good, restin’ now, and almost all o’ it. Didn’t care fer tha green peas tho’, but I dunno how she can’t like ‘em,” I grin jokingly, but it doesn’t remain as my eyes follow the unfamiliar woman standing beside Robbie. “D’ya know who that ‘s?” I ask him, turning to meet his eyes, but they fall away, only hinting at the danger that’s brewing.

“Hi, I don’t believe we’ve met. You are . . ?” the strange lady says, stepping forward with her arm stretched out. A long brown sweater covers her body clad in black jeans and a frilly blouse. The slope of her button nose and slightly oval face quickly piece together the puzzle pieces for me, and I know. “I’m Becky’s mum, Kate. Are you her boyfriend, or something?” she laughs jokingly.

“Ya, I am actually,” I answer coolly, hesitantly shaking her hand while struggling to make eye contact with the very person I’ve heard so many awful things about. Yet, I can see Becks in her, perhaps only hints of her, but I see them. “‘Scuse me,” I mumble, stepping away and with pounding steps, I find Skye perusing the magazines on the shelf against the wall.

“I need t’ talk t’ you,” I tell her flatly, stopping at her side.

“What do you want, Cosmo, Bon Appetit, GQ, Rolling Sto-,” she jokes, flipping her faded blue hair over her shoulder, brunette roots bleeding into the off white.

“No, I don’t want a bloody magazine. What tha fook were you thinkin’ tellin’ Becky’s mum t’ come here?” the question explodes off my lips, and I find it a feat to keep the words between the two of us. Her eyebrows near her hairline and she forgets the magazines, turning to face me.

Arms crossed over her chest clad in a 90’s Rugrats jumper, her features fall into a crouch as I wait for words to leave her, “Ree said that she could come, we asked her.”

“What tha fook ‘s wrong with you lot, askin’ her ‘bout that while I was gone?!” I retort, a hand escaping my pocket to help me do the talking.

“She’s not just yours, Harry, you know that?” she spits back, shaking her head in disbelief, it seems.

“No shit, Sherlock, but how in tha hell did ya think that was a good idea? Huh, where were you when her mum exploded on her all o’ those times at work, callin’ me bloody office t’ speak with her ‘cuz she was ignorin’ her phone, or jus’ a few weeks ago, huh?” I ask adamantly, searching for the answer in her cold blue eyes.

“No, I wasn’t there, but I was there for almost every other time, Harry. I was there comforting her after every row all throughout primary, secondary, and then on. She’s my best friend too, Harry, so don’t you even talk to me about being there for her, because you can’t fucking talk,” Skye retaliates, the words hitting me in the gut, but my mission propels me forward.

“That’s not tha fookin’ point, you should bloody know afta bein’ here tha last two days that she’s nowhere near ready t’ see her mum, Skye. She was inna bloody car wreck - she has a concussion, had emergency surgery, and ‘s on a handful o’ drugs that keep her from thinkin’ straight. Befo’ I left, I told her where I was goin’ and not even two minutes later, she couldn’t rememba what ‘d said. She’s not in her right mind, Skye, so how d’ya think it was okay t’ bloody ask her if her abusive mother could come t’ visit? Yer s’posed t’ be on her side, Skye, on Becks’ side,” I snap, and the fire still resides in my chest when I turn away to stomp down the hall.

I wish I knew how to fix this, because I know that I’ll have to be the one who has to. I wish so fucking badly that I knew how to fix Becks, and I don’t, and I’m all the further away now.

Crack.

I feel it inside of my ribs when I stop in her doorway, finding her eyes pointed towards the small flatscreen mounted to the wall. My throat becomes a sister to the Sahara rather quickly, and I can’t blink away the tears fast enough, because she notices me within moments. Under the spell of prescription drugs and painkillers, and she still has that feeling of hers down pat.

“Hi, honeybug,” I rasp, failing to swallow my pain and all of the words that I’m hurting to say.

“Where’d that nickname come from?” she grins, forgetting the Marvel movie on the television.

“I dunno, ‘cuz yer my bug and yer so goddamn sweet,” I explain to her, sitting down on the patch of unclaimed bed beside her.

“Alright?” she questions, dark eyebrows falling into a line. I can’t find the words and my name falls from her mouth next. I’m sure that if I looked at her heart rate monitor, it would have picked up by now due to concern.

“No,” I finally mutter, freeing my bottom lip that had become trapped between my teeth. Kneading my prickly chin with my thumb and forefinger, I have to look away from the worry harming her face. A warm tear begins a waterfall on mine, and to my surprise, she wicks it away with her thumb.

“Tell me,” she says coolly, cradling my cheek in her hands. Yet, it doesn’t make it any easier to say the next few words I know that I need to speak. Bittersweetness coats my tongue as she holds me in her hands and roots me there to the spot with those azul eyes that fill my dreams.

“Yer mum’s here,” I confess softly, forcing the words until they come tumbling out.

The shock and misery that debilitate her features at my words is next to nothing when we both hear the words that enter the room, “Hi, bunny.” I don’t need to turn around, because Becky’s face tells me all that I need to know, that her mum is already here.

“No,” Becks mutters, eyes glassy with an army of tears. Her head shakes quickly from side to side, and her hand falls from my face to clutch mine with dear life. “Harry, please no.”

“‘m so sorry, bug, it wasn’t me. I promise, I promise,” I confess tearfully, leaving her side to stand. If I had wanted to take another step, she wouldn’t let me, because my hand begins to hurt from how hard she’s holding onto it.

“Hi, Becky, it’s mum.”

“No, no, no, no,” Becky exclaims before me, emotions flying from her blues that beg at mine, sobs shaking her chest.

“Please leave, she d-doesn’t want you here,” I plead, lifting my head to find her mother walking around her bed to the other side.

“Excuse me? She’s my daughter, I-,” she begins, but Becky’s onslaught of ‘no’s pierce the air, threatening to never leave. My other hand comes to cover our joined pair, massaging circles into her skin where the IV doesn’t live.

“She doesn’t want you here, can’t you see that?!” I exclaim, stepping forward and closer to Becks, unsure of what more I can do. The only thing I can think of is to grab her by the shoulders and make her leave, but more than one reason refutes that, including the fact that Becks won’t let me leave.

“She’s upset and tired, she doesn’t know what she wants,” she, whatever her name is again, contends with emotion twisting her features into confusion. Swiftly, the hints of Becky are gone in her and the fear she finds in her mother’s face is shared with me and with those darkening eyes. “She is my daughter and I can-.”

“Harry, make her leave, please!” Becks shouts below me, head going from side to side in denial, and sobs stabbing at my ears.

“What’s going on here?” another voice demands, and already two days in, I know that it’s the day nurse, Shannon. Words flee her mother and I, while Becky’s insistent ‘no’s surround us. “Who are you?”

“I’m her mother, I’m here to see my daughter, Becky,” she insists from across me, reaching out a hand to touch Becks that she shrinks away from. Another crack resounds in my chest at the sound of her sobs growing louder.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to leave, you’re upsetting her too much,” Shannon announces emphatically, mentioning something about Becky’s vitals rising, only now drawing my eyes to the neon numbers. I wouldn’t have noticed it, although I try to tell myself that I would have eventually, but she’s right. Becky’s pulse is well over one-hundred, and her blood pressure is reaching dangerous numbers, and my heart picks up speed behind my ribs. I’m rather sure if I was hooked up to one of those, they wouldn’t look too good, either, with what’s going on. “Please leave before I call security.”

Relief doesn’t find me for several minutes, and it takes twice as long to arrive for Becks who still whimpers below me, the tears nowhere near stopping. The ones waiting in my dugout finally answer their call when the nurse mentions giving her something to calm down.

“No, I got it, jus’ gimme a few minutes. I can get her t’ calm down,” I insist tearfully, swallowing against a desert while rainfall covers my cheeks, and hers. “Hey, ‘s okay, baby, ‘s okay. Deep breaths, ‘kay?” I coo to Becky, but I’m well aware of the lack of conviction in my voice.

“Is she gone?” she cries and I nod quickly.

“She’s gone, bug, and ‘ll make sure she won’t come back, I promise. You don’t hafta worry.”

“I don’t wanna see her,” Becks confesses with a hiccup. Lifting my hand from our intertwined pair, I comb back her dark waves that nudge at her eyes.

“I know, Becks, I know. She’s gone,” I hum, catching her tears with the slick pad of my thumb before going back to stroking her hair.

“Why was she . . ?”

“I dunno, bug, there was a misunderstandin’,” I answer her, unsure of my words and every single thing that I do. I’m unsure if it helps, but I know that there’s nothing I’d rather be doing in this moment. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, even in my ignorant dreams.

“It wasn’t you, I know you wouldn’t,” she cries, shaky breaths escaping her lips when I ask her to take deep breaths with me.

“No, ‘d neva invite her, Becks. I dunno her name even.”

“Thank you,” she says with a hard gulp, with no allusion to what for, but I know. The hair stroking isn’t making a difference, because the tears are still coming at a record speed and I’m lost for words, and everything else too.

“Will you cuddle me, p-please? Feels like I c-can’t breathe,” she almost wails, her pained face dissolving with the words that she speaks.

“‘Course, bug, ‘m so sorry . . Keep takin’ deep breaths, I know you can do it, baby. ‘m right here . . in and out, that’s it. Keep goin’,” I tell her, toeing off my Vans that I wore for her whilst picking the oxygen cannula back up to thread into her nose. “Scooch over, Becks, don’t wanna hurt ya.”

A few more tendrils of relief find their way to me when she’s back in my arms, and I couldn’t care less what the nurse has to say, because nothing could feel more right than this. I’m only confirmed of that when she wiggles her way into my arms almost immediately and her head finds my chest, the tears soon wetting the fabric.

“Can you sing it to me?” Becks requests and an instant confirmation fills the air.

“Wise men say only fools rush in,” I begin, my fingers dancing through her hair and my lips leaving kiss after kiss atop her head. With my mouth ghosting over her hair, my eyes wander to the heart rate monitor. As the song paints the air around us, I watch as the numbers slowly start to fall while her crying quiets.

Only moments after finishing the last line of the song and for the second time, do her snores fall against my chest, and can I finally breathe. I lie there, counting the freckles scattered across her creamy white skin and wait for the tears to at last leave my eyes. Carefully, I move my body away from hers and lay her head down on the pillow, lastly draping the blankets over her sleeping body.

“‘ll be right back, I gotta go and keep me promise,” I whisper against her cheek, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear naked of earrings. My footsteps only begin after pressing a kiss to her cheek, assuring myself I’ll be back within moments to give her another.

The nurse shoots me a quick smile on my way out as I make quick work of the tears, and silent words pass between us albeit for the quiet ‘thank you’ and ‘good job’ she rewards me with.

“You might be my favourite, even though you’re not supposed to be getting into that bed with her,” she grins, her ponytail bobbing as she shakes her head at me jokingly. “You lot sure have a connection, so don’t be going anywhere for too long, she might miss you too much.”

“Thanks, I won’t be gone long. I uh, jus’ gotta go make sure o’ sumthin’.”

“That mum of hers, I hope?” she wonders aloud, turning her body towards me ever so slightly in her olive green scrubs.

A nod of mine answers her words and her ‘good luck’ rings in my ears as I walk away, glancing over my shoulder one last time at Becks, searching for a strength that I need. She’s never disappointed me when I look for it in her, whether it was years ago when she pulled me out of my shell, helped me through my granddad’s death, or just the other night when I found my way back to her and never left. This isn’t one of those dire times, but I know that she needs me to do this for her, no matter the absence of her question.

I’m uncertain if I’m surprised to see the strange figure standing in the family room, or the tension already electric in the air when I arrive. It only worsens when a few of them turn around to look at me, and the blame falls away instantly when Chuck and Robbie’s faces plummet at the sight of mine. It all wads into a ball and is thrown at her when the anger builds on hers.

“You need t’ leave,” I announce, a sniffle worming its way into my words. I couldn’t care less about the sight of my red-rimmed eyes or the tears that fall from them now. All I hope is that my many years in law will pay off for this argument that I so desperately need to win. “It wasn’t a good idea t’ come, she doesn’t want you here. I think that’s rather obvious from what jus’ happened.”

Her features crease into that of a bulldog, ready to pounce, but I was ready for this before I even stepped foot in this room. “What do you know, being her new boyfriend and all? You hardly even know her, I reckon . . She’s my daughter and she almost died,” she insists with a spiteful grin sticking to her lips.

“What’s that matta? Ya weren’t there fer her when she was alive, so why’d ya come now?” I spit out, and am instantly rewarded with the image of the words slapping her in the face. “I do know what’s bloody best fo’ her, and what’s best fo’ her right now ‘s fer you t’ leave and not come back. She doesn’t want you here, I dunno how many times I gotta fookin’ say it. She’s been thru’ hell and back, and ‘s tryna figure out what tha bloody hell this new life ‘s and how t’ function again whilst bein’ on several meds and stuck inna hospital bed. Let her bloody rest so she can get betta and heal, if ya even care ‘bout her ya’d leave her be t’ get betta,” I sigh, turning on my heel to place my back to them. Her fiery gaze beats against my neck as I let the tears fall, not bothering to clean them up, because I can only deal with one mess at a time.

“Who the fuck was that, and who does he think he is?” she retorts, seemingly more to herself and those around her than to myself, her voice only a ghost now.

“That’s Harry,” Chuck answers, something shining through in his voice that I can’t quite decipher.

“Harry? You mean her boss, Harry?” Kate responds, taken aback.

“No, right now that’s Harry. Her best friend and boyfriend, Harry,” he tells her, and I think I hear it finally, just rounding the corner. It accompanies the chuckle that floats down the hallway after me.

It’s pride.

The very same feeling glues itself to me as I take long steps back to her, thoroughly aware of how much better it feels to come back to her than it is to leave her. Even in her sleep, she seems to retain that feeling of hers amidst all of the drugs, because when I sit down next to her, I watch those pretty eyes open.

“Harry.”

“Hi, honeybug. Go back t’ sleep, everything’s okay, yer mum’s gone,” I tell her, cradling her cheek in my hand, because I’m sure that if my words somehow hadn’t done it, that Chuck will make sure of her exit.

“Okay,” she sighs softly, her eyelids fluttering closed. I lean over her and press whispers of kisses to her eyelids, leading me to find that dimple like a ghost in her left cheek. “Harry?”

“What ‘s it, bug? Ya need yer rest, ‘s almost bedtime,” I hum, settling back onto the chair. My eyes fall from her when a warmth finds my hand now, and I smile at the appearance of her hand lacing with mine.

“I love you,” she whispers, and everything stills around me, and inside of me. My head snaps up and over to her calm exterior that soon blurs in front of me as a breathy laugh coats my lips.

“I love you too, Becks,” I return quickly, tears adorning my words and leaving them to break in the air.

The dimple remains alive in her cheek when her eyes creak open and meet mine briefly before I steal a kiss from her lips. So, it wasn’t a fluke the other night, afterall. Hmm.

“Get some sleep, ‘ll be here when ya wake up,” I coo against her hair, cradling her head with my hand.

“You too,” she yawns, closing her eyes and wiggling around in the bed, and I swear that I couldn’t have seen something more beautiful in all of my days. She just keeps surprising me though, and making me wonder how she could ever become more gorgeous, or more importantly, how I could ever come to love her more.

I know that tomorrow she’ll change that, and the day after that, and after that, when my heart will grow another size to love her a little bit more.

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eyeless-cunt · 4 years

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I was planning on posting the most recent chapter earlier but I forgot and to make up for it here is chapter 4 👊😔

(submission) aka i didn’t write this it was submitted to me uwu 🌸

Witness Protection

You know the drill

Chapter 4

"So why do you look so uncomfortable?" You tilt your head. He remained silent. "Hey, come on, after what just happened I deserve to know something about you,"

"What just happened doesn't matter," He stated, back to using that monotone voice. You huff.

"We kissed!"

"You and I both know it meant nothing,"

"But still-!"

"Dropping the subject now," he shut up. You groan and smack your head against the window. You mutter an ow, sitting up properly.

"Does the radio work?" He shrugged. You reach over and try to turn it on, only met by static on all of the channels before it shut itself off. "Great," you grumble quietly to yourself. You pat a small beat on your lap, the silence driving you mad.

"Stop that," your head rolls back against the headrest on the seat, rolling your eyes and glaring at him.

"Well then do you have any idea what I could do to entertain myself? Don't get me wrong I'm really enjoying these 'chats' of ours where I try to strike up a conversation and you completely ignore me, but I'm kind of going insane," you groan loudly. "There's like nothing for me to dooo,"

"Play a road trip game or something,"

"You need two or more people for those, and you're highkey too boring for them,"

"I'm going to pretend I know what highkey is and tell you to figure out how to do it yourself," You groan again, leaning forward to smack your head on the dashboard space right above the glove box.

"I spy with my little eye, an annoying bitch," you huff, crossing your arms.

"You?" Your eye twitches. "No? Damn. Ok, my turn, I spy with my little eye an annoying little cunt that is going to be gutted and left to bleed out in a river if she doesn't shut her fucking mouth,"

"Lemme guess. You?" He made a 'wrong' buzzer sound.

"Wrong, try again,"

"Me?" you sigh.

"Bingo, now shut up," You grumble some unheard curses and lean your elbow on the weird arm rest thing on the side of the door, resting your head in your open palm. There was a long silence. It felt like it must've been half an hour, at least.

"I'm still bored,"

"It's only been 10 minutes since you told me that," he stated.

"Feels like longer, now entertain me,"

"In case you don't remember, I kidnapped you and am in no way obligated to entertain you,"

"Can't I like, borrow your phone or something?"

"I would be an idiot to let a hostage use my phone," It's becoming painfully clear that he is not going to cave anytime soon. You sigh and stare out the window, watching other cars pass by with a half lidded expression. "Eat or something,"

"Bored eating is how I get fat,"

"Then suffer in silence," Another silence washed over you, the uncomfortable humming of the vehicle becoming the only thing you could use from drifting off into insanity. The car stopped after a long while, and he climbed out.

"Where are you going?"

"To eat," You raise a brow.

"Why would you need to get out to eat?" He smiled at you, condescendingly. The effect of the meds had worn off by this point, revealing sharpened teeth. You gag, remembering what he had eaten back at the hotel. "Yeah, please do that far away from me,"

"Planning on it, I don't need puke in my truck," He slammed his door shut. It is only five minutes after he's left the truck that you are even more bored than before. Yet another heavy groan leaves you. Patting a small beat on your legs seemed to help, but only barely. You glance behind you, seeing him in the back of the truck. Well, you could only see his back, as he had it facing the cab section of the truck. Should you go out and bother him? One on hand, there was a strong possibility of you vomiting up your lunch from earlier. But on the other hand, he was your only source of entertainment. Your boredom won over your common sense and you unbuckle, trying your door. Child locked, of course. Your gaze flicked to his door. Glancing back out the back window, you sneakily climb onto the drivers side seat, trying the door handle. The door popped open and you felt like cheering. You wouldn't though. If he was gonna be mad about you sneaking out of the car you might as well spook him too by surprising him.

A small tune hits your ears as you step out of the truck, closing the door quietly. Your footsteps fell silently on the dirt as you approached. Granted, the heels made walking uncomfortable, but you'd rather suffer through the curse that is your work shoes than walk around barefoot. Random thought aside, the tune sounded like quiet singing. It was barely audible, barely above a whisper, but pleasant sounding. Your brain caught up with your ears and eyes and quickly came to the conclusion that Jack was singing, very softly. The song was unfamiliar to you, but his voice did sound nice, so you quietly hop onto the bed of the truck, next to him, all while ignoring the empty freezer bags that used to hold what you knew to be some poor man's insides. He paused for what seemed to be an instrumental break, as he nodded his head a little to the rhythm in his head.

"For a murderer, you're pretty good at singing," you comment, breaking the silence. Nothing will ever compare to the joy you felt as Jack's eye sockets shot open, and he squeaked loudly, standing in an apparent flight reflex before almost tripping over the rim of the bed in his shock. However, you did not laugh, for you were no fool. Although it was increasingly tempting as his grey face grew to be a bright red, non existent eyes widening in pure shock, terror, or embarrassment.

"How much," he muttered, blinking with a gulp.

"What?"

"How much did you hear," he elaborated.

"Not much, I've only been here for maybe a minute or so,"

"Too much," he took a shaky breath.

"What?" he repeatedly shook his head.

"Too much," he muttered again before muttering something very quietly to himself.

"Truck. Now," he vaulted himself over the edge. You raise a brow and climb off the bed of the vehicle. He gripped your arm and guided you to your side of the truck, opening the door. "In," You scurry in, clicking the seat belt into place. He seemed… stressed. He climbed in a little bit after, seemingly having cleaned up the remnants of his meal.

"So uh-,"

"Don't- don't talk,"

"But-,"

"Shhhh," he whispered, holding a shaky index finger to his lips to signify silence. With a deep breath, he strapped in and turned the car on, getting back on the road. Despite the radio not working, the clock did, and you stared at it. For an hour. You knew because you had watched an hour pass on the old digital display. Finally, he sighed.

"You can talk now, I guess,"

"What the hell was that?"

"Probably a nice mix of anxiety and embarrassment smooshed together to create a hellish combination of wanting to die,"

"You have anxiety?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you nod slowly.

"You're singing was nice," you murmur.

"Uh, thanks," he muttered. "I don't uh- I don't typically like people listening-,"

"That would be totally understandable if you weren't that good at it,"

"If you think complimenting me will make me let you go, you're wrong," he visibly tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the black fabric of his gloves pulling taut.

"Wasn't what I was going for, but ok,"

"Then what were you going for," he sighed heavily.

"Could you sing something? Like, louder than a whisper?"

"No," his response was immediate. "Absolutely not,"

"What? It's not like I'll be able to tell anyone," he did a small leg bounce.

"Will you shut up about being bored if I sing one song?" A hum and a nod from you give him his confirmation. "Shit…," he sighed under his breath. "Did you have a song in mind?"

"No," he groans quietly.

"Not a single one?"

"No," you shake your head. "Hadn't planned on you saying yes, so just pick one you like," He threw his hand up in what could only be exasperation.

"Fine, fine," he took a deep breath, looking about ready to start. "Do I have to do this?"

"If you want me to shut up," He whined under his breath.

"But-,"

"Stop stalling and you can get it over with," You lean forward to see his face, which is still beet red with embarrassment, but this time with pursed lips.

"Gah, fine," he huffed, defeated. With another deep breath, he began. "I can't get a hold, hold on myself, tossin' and turnin' and screaming' for help. So much to say, so many words, but sometimes, you're lookin' so good that it hurts,'' You blinked slowly, eyes slowly widening. He'd probably stop if you said anything, so you remain quiet and avert your eyes from his head, leaning your head in your open palm again as you listened to the song. It wasn't a very fast paced or high energy song, making it sort of soothing to listen to. Mixed with his strangely superb singing voice, it melded together into a calming melody that was slowly making you relax and be ready for a nap.

"I know I'm not right, I'm messed in the head, so hurt me, desert me, just leave me for dead. I'm thinkin' 'bout thinkin', now my sun is shrinking'. I know I can float, but I'm sinking' instead. I don't wanna lose you, glad that I knew you, don't wanna be in my own head," he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as you were, except he wasn't dozing off like you. As he neared the last few sound effect things that were in the song, you had closed your eyes, breathing slower. In your half asleep state, your brain registered that he had finished singing, but it didn't matter to you as you slipped into unconsciousness, willingly this time.

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She was out cold and he sighed in relief, leaning his head against the back of the seat. Never again. Never again will he sing like that for someone else. Too much pressure on him to make it sound good, even if he didn't give a flying fuck about her opinion of him. Her sleeping form made him realize just how tired he was and he yawned. He'd gotten a max of two hours the night before, and even then they were the suckiest two hours of his life. This just meant he needed to get to his next hotel set up. He pulled the car over again and pulled out his phone, scrolling through nearby hotels. The closest was two hours away. He groaned silently and checked the bookings for it anyway. There were also no double beds. Peachy. Just peachy. His bottom lid twitched before he smacked his forehead on the broken horn again, sighing heavily in exasperation. No doubt she was going to bitch, but he really didn't have a choice. He needed proper sleep and she'd have to deal. He booked one of the rooms and took a breath to recollect himself before shutting his phone off and stuffing it back in his pocket. If he was lucky this place would have booze or something, it would be great to have a nice bottle of whiskey or something when dealing with this woman. The drive was obviously quiet, her soft snores the only noise to drown out the sound of everything wrong with his truck. In the silence, his mind wandered, as it usually did, which led him to the question of what the hell was this woman's name. It had been on her name tag, probably, but that had been stained with blood and removed earlier that day. Damn, he didn't even know what it began with.

Regardless, he drove in complete silence. Fastest two hours of his life, if he was being honest. With how tired he was, the promise of a nice bed and possibly alcohol made him a little giddy. The parking lot of the hotel came into view and he cheered quietly.

"Yes!" he sighed in slight celebration, pulling into the lot and quickly finding a place to park. He shut the car off and got his pills and took two. He liked to call them 'normal pills' because they made him look, well, normal. Anyway, he climbed out of the car and walked to her side, opening the door and climbing up on the step. The button clicked once he pushed it, and the seatbelt came up to go back to it's weird resting position against the side of the cab. He scooped her up bridal style. He was going to have to sell the dating thing again, not wanting to risk the weird look his mind guaranteed would be sent his way. He shook his head, removing the thought from his mind and hopping off the step, using his shoulder to push the door closed. With a quick grip adjustment, he headed for the door, barely making it through the sliding doors, as he was too impatient to wait for them to open fully. He did the usual checking in process, the person at the front desk only glancing at the sleeping woman in his arms.

"Girlfriend?" They hum. He nodded. "Keep any noise you make tonight to yourselves,"

"What?"

"Be quiet," They clarified. He flushed up at what they had implied, and began to stammer over some of his words. They snort. "Calm yourself down boy," He swallowed.

"S-Sorry," They shake their head.

"Anyway, the pool is that way, the exercise room is right next to it, there's a bar over by the breakfast area. Pool hours are 9 AM - 11 PM, same with the exercise room. Bar is open from 7 PM - 6 AM," They hand him his key card. He nods a thank you and hurries to the stairs. It's more than a few floors up, but he didn't feel like going to find the elevator just yet. The woman stirred in her sleep, but he was too absorbed by his thoughts to notice.

"Jack?" He almost dropped her down the stairs in fright.

"Yeah?" he shook his head, resuming his climb.

"Where are we?"

"The next hotel,"

"Oh… what city are we in?"

"Only a fool would tell his hostage what city he's moved her to," he huffed. "And I am no fool," She grumbled.

"Dammit,"

"Don't pout about that, I've been fairly decent to you so far," She glanced up at him, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, but why?"

"You're more obedient when you're well taken care of,"

"Oh really? And what proof do you have for that?"

"You didn't tell that woman I had kidnapped you," he hummed.

"Because you were right next to me,"

"You've listened to my orders, more so when I'm not being violent,"

"I-,"

"You aren't resisting now, either, especially since you have the chance," That one was a test. He just told her she had a chance to escape. She remained still, cradled in his arms. "You aren't going to even try?"

"The stairs are really steep, I don't wanna risk falling," He nodded.

"Fair," He glanced down. "But I would fall too, wouldn't I?" More testing. He had to be sure she wouldnt run off on him if he had to leave her alone in the room for something.

"Just because you kidnapped me doesn't mean I want you to fall to your doom on a hotel staircase," she crossed her arms, huffing.

"Ok, Ok," he stopped talking. She continued to pout while he made his way up the rest of the stairs, onto their floor. Their room was at the end of the hall. He grunted as he shifted her onto one arm. She grew a bit flustered, probably because she was being held on one arm and that was kind of weird. He pulled the key card out of his pocket.

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Ok ok ok, yeah, he's pretty cute when he's 'normal' looking. But now he's holding you on one arm. He's fucking strong. Like, really strong. 'Lord give me strength,' You think to yourself. He slides the card into the slot and opens the door, shifting you back so he was using both arms to hold you. He walked in and threw you on the bed.

"Why- why is there only one bed?" you tilt your head.

"There weren't any double bed rooms available when I booked it,"

"So we'll be sleeping on the same bed?"

"I don't care if you sleep on the floor, or the bed, or even the bathtub," he shrugged.

"Bed sounds comfy,"

"Then sleep on the bed, I'm too tired to care," he flopped back first onto the bed, sighing in relief.

"What if we accidentally spoon though?"

"Oh nooo, physical contact, what ever will we dooo??" Sarcasm was evident.

"You know for a guy who panicked when I saw him singing you're awfully chill about straight up cuddling me," He shrugged.

"I'm tired, and tired me just does not give a shit," he rubbed his eyes. "Besides, human bodies are cooler than demon ones, you'd be like the cold side of a pillow,"

"What the fuck," He let out a strained laugh.

"Sorry," he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm gonna go get my stuff, you gotta promise to stay here,"

"I make no promises," you cross your arms.

"I could always lock you in the bathroom with no means of entertainment, or you can stay out here, in a decent, air conditioned room, with a tv. Your choice," You sigh.

"Fine," a quiet grumble leaves you.

"I'll bring the clothes and toiletries up first, so you can take a shower,"

"Are you saying I need one?"

"We both need one, I'm just saying yours will probably take longer," You mull it over.

"Fine," He gave a thumbs up and stood.

"I'll be back," He left the room. You sigh and crawl onto the bed fully, closing your eyes.

#I MISSED THESE SO MUCH #THEYRE SO GOOD #SOSOSO GOOD #creepypasta #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #creepypasta x reader #witness protection #submisson #submission

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conspiracieys · 3 years

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personality ans fun facts for vey please! 💕

thank u what the heck... im lov u......

[cracks knuckles] vey time...

this got long as all hell im so sorry. i’ll readmore after personality tbh

PERSONALITY:

What’s their alignment?: Vey is definitely chaotic good. Like... i toyed with all the alignments and in the end, they’re a good person, but they go about it in a very chaotic and disastrous manner and not always within the confines of what one would call... Morally acceptable. But they’re good in the end.

Which one of the 16 Personality Types do they fit into?: God uh. brb lemme google. ONE GOOGLE SEARCH LATER... i think Vey would be ISTP? idk man. just seems like the one that’s them.

What are their hobbies and interests? Do they have any particular “favorites” (food, books, and so on)?: okay well! their hobbies are mainly tinkering with robots and technology. that would be their main hobby. they also like to gather flyers that get put up around Pandora, just as sort of like... a scrapbook or newspaper-esque thing. it helps them feel like they’re Up To Date on the world (when they’re really, really not).

favorite food would likely be grilled skag steak. they can’t afford to be picky, not really, and skag is a pretty easy food source. and they like growing their own plants, so they grow herbs and can season their food really well!

favorite books would be anything on technology, robotics, programming, and artificial intelligence, whether or not they’ve read the books!

favorite color is pink because i project SO hard sometimes and we all love pink it’s the rule now :)

favorite place (after they leave Pandora, of course) would probably be either Promethea or Nekrotafeyo!

What are they bad at?: reading people, understanding tone and body language, expressing their emotions properly. they’re also bad at writing when it comes to creative stuff. they have TRIED. lord they have tried, but Jack ends up laughing so hard he has to phase back into the ECHO eye and Zane has in fact burned some of Vey’s writing.

they’re also really bad at singing (but they still do it and they enjoy it) and they’re SO bad at dancing (two left feet type of bad) (and at Hammy and Winny’s wedding, Zane and Vey try to dance together and Zane just says Absolutely Not My Toes Already Hurt Go Dance With Jack)

What kind of things do they dislike/hate?: they definitely dislike certain textures of food. they’d never eat calamari, for instance, just because of the texture. anything less than well done when it comes to meat, they can’t eat. they dislike the texture of cooked veggies.

they really, really dislike the color yellow. after years of being employed by Hyperion and being stranded on Pandora has made them practically despise the color.

they hate dealing with bandits and psychos. they speak broken bandit and they just find it so tedious to deal with and avoid it at all costs.

while they love AIs and robots, they have a special hatred for Loader Bots, if only because of the horrifying restrictions Hyperion put on their bots (regarding sentience etc)

Do they have any vices/addictions/mental illnesses?: why are mental illnesses being compared to vices and addictions i hate it here.

anyway ofc they’re mentally ill because i am also. they got the good ol’ adhd and depression and anxiety and probably abandonment issues. good for them.

What are their goals and motivations?: they want to one day create an Artificial Intelligence from scratch, as a companion, and build an android body for that AI. but with Jack in their life, they’ve put the AI on hold and are just focusing on building functioning android bodies. it’s very fun for them!

they’re also motivated by their own curiosity, once they have the means off Pandora. they want to explore the galaxy and find new technologies and such, to see if they can find anything that might contribute to their goals.

What are their manners like? Any habits?: manners are... so-so. it’s like, they treat everyone as an equal until proven otherwise. some people might get more respect than others (like Lilith, for instance, gets called Ms. Lilith no matter how hard Lilith tries to talk Vey out of it) and some people just get dismissed. but in general Vey tries to be kind if not neutral; especially neutral BECAUSE they have such a difficult time reading people and understanding other peoples’ intentions behind their words.

What are they most afraid of?: besides spiderants? probably being alone for the rest of their life, or not accomplishing their dream. which, to them, are the same fear. if they can’t accomplish their dream, they’ll be alone for the rest of their life.

FUN FACTS:

Which tropes do they fit? Which archetypes?:

Tropes they fit: Deadpan Snarker (unintentionally), Token Wholesome (due to their difficulty interacting with people), and Adventure Duo (both with Jack and Zane, sometimes Adventure Trio?) are the ones that jump out to me the most!

archetypes they fit: The Creator and The Explorer

Do they play any instruments? Sports?: No to both! the most sporty thing Vey does is explore and hike and fight. they do their best to stay in shape because they want to be a Vault Hunter one day, but they don’t do the sports thing. and they don’t really have an opportunity to or interest in playing instruments.

What are some items they always carry?: they always have their satchel with them, and it has a variety of crap in it, but always has their toolbox as well as a few spare tools, their Hyperion thermos they’ve been holding onto for six years because it keeps their water nice and cold at all times, their sketchbook so they can jot down ideas for their projects, and usually a snack.

Do they collect anything?: posters! and robotic scrap parts, even if they don’t use them in a project they just like to keep them.

What position do they sleep in?: on their right side with their hand tucked under their pillow, since they’re used to just using their hand as a pillow.

Which emoji would they use the most?: either 🤣 or 🙃 but like unironically and in the BEST possible way.

What languages do they speak?: English and some bandit. Jack is trying to teach them more bandit/psycho/whatever you wanna call it, and on Sanctuary III, Vey enjoys reading different language books

What’s their favorite expletive?: Varkidfucker.

What’s their favorite candle scent?: something simple, clean, and soft. like Amber Vanilla or fresh linen.

What songs remind you of them?: listen i haven’t been listening to a lot of music lately (i mostly just have minecraft videos on in the background while i do stuff), so i can’t give any songs without them feeling forced :(

Which animal would you say represents them?: most likely a wildcat, i think...

What stereotypical high school clique would they fit into?: the geeks for sure!

What would their favorite ride at an amusement park be?: hmm. you know the boat that goes back and forth and goes upside down and shit? yeah they’d be obsessed with that. or the fun house.

Do they believe in aliens? Ghosts? Reincarnation or something else?: yes to all? Aliens, check. Ghosts. Check. Reincarnation, check.

Do they follow any religions/gods? Do they celebrate holidays?: nah Vey isn’t particularly religious. they’ll celebrate holidays if the people they’re around celebrate them, but Vey doesn’t go out of their way to celebrate anything.

Which Deadly Sin do they most correspond to? Which Heavenly Virtue?: hmm. Pride & Diligence!

If you had to choose one tarot card to represent them, which would it be?: either the Hermit or the Tower.

#ask #jmcolt #oc: vey #thank u aj im weeping #this was SO fun and i feel like i have a better grasp on vey after answering this #ilysm!!!

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sighingsiren-tales · 5 years

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We Can F**k

Length: 2.9k Genre: pwp, smut, sin, blah blah blah you knew what you were getting into when you clicked this. So, sidenote, I was listening to the song “We can f**k” by the legend himself, Prince, and I wrote this in an hour lol in my darlings. It was just, so good. Enjoy~Key

GIF IS NOT MINE

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It all started off as a dare; A stupid, sexy dare. Mei squealed in delight when the bottle landed on you and you could only imagine the plans that she would conjure up as the wheels turned in her head, diabolically of course.

“Bunny, I dare you to kiss Jimin”.

The nickname accompanied with the dare sent a jolt of electricity yet fear through your body. You weren’t too sure that you could go through with the dare in front of everyone but you missed something very very crucial, you missed the way that Jimin’s eyes darkened when Mei told you to kiss him. You missed the way that his tongue snuck out to wet his bottom lip slowly.

“Scared?” He asked from his spot next to Taehyung.

You chewed on your lip for a moment, watching him drink the whiskey like it was water, slowly savoring the taste it seems. Jesus, even him drinking was sexy and ignited things in you that you couldn’t even begin to explain with coherent words. Grabbing a shot from the table, you downed it, grimacing at the taste slightly before standing up and walking over to Jimin who stood up leisurely, at his own pace. Looking down at you, he rolled his eyes in the alluring way that only he could when he heard the girls cheer while the males in the room urged him on. You felt a bit shy doing this in front of everyone but one, long look into Jimin’s eyes that was almost immediately fixed. His stare brought out what seemed to be the seductress in you and you really felt like it was just him and you.

“Lemme help” he mumbled, wrapping a single arm around your face and tugging you closer to him.

There was barely enough space to breathe between you two and you could smell him, his cologne that seemed to linger around him. His fingers drummed against your waist and you finally gathered the courage to drop your gaze to his lips. His lips were hand crafted by God and no one could change your mind; They were pouty, plush and you were desperately waiting to find out if they were soft. So, in your tipsy haze, you let your fingers trace the delicate skin of his lips, praying that it felt as soft under your lips as it did under your fingertips. He watched you, a dark desire behind those dark irises. A dark desire that he clearly wasn’t afraid of expressing as he let his tongue sneak out, tilting his head ever so slightly so he could take your manicured finger into his mouth. He raised his eyebrows, silently challenging you to one up him and my God did you want to. That sweet, soft tongue of his caressing your finger so sweetly like that made you think of what else that tongue could do and, more importantly, where else. Leaning up, letting your fingers tangle themselves into the hair at the base of his neck, you let yourself lift up onto his toes, letting his gaze falter before he would finally let you connect your lips. The first initial meeting of your lips was soft, tentative as you both decided to try this out. By the next time they were meeting, Jimin had a very firm grip on your hips, keeping them against his. You both paused for a moment, letting your eyes speak for you loud and clear before it was back into action and, this time, things were serious. You gripped onto his dark stands, holding onto them as both his hands were bunching the material of your dress that covered your hips, cursing the material internally. You were the first to let your tongue leave your mouth, sneaking teasing flicks at his lips until he opened his mouth and finally decided to let you in. Jimin let out the most heavenly of groans and the sound of cheers in the back was just background noise as you did whatever you could to hear that divine sound again, make him feel good. It was when Jimin’s hands snuck down to grip the flesh of your ass while yours roamed the plane of his toned chest that Taehyung whispered: “Yeah, so I think game night is over”. Jimin broke the kiss for only a moment.

“It is, get out. All of you. We’ll finish this tomorrow” His voice was low now, rough.

“Is he serious?” Jungkook whined childishly.

But all you could focus on was Jimin’s voice. It was nothing like the chimchim who greeted you at the door for game night. It was now Jimin speaking; The very sexy and oh so alluring Park Jimin. You took this as an opportunity, kissing his neck as slowly as you could, savoring the salty taste of his skin.

“See, now, what she’s doing? This right here? It’s going to get her fucked and I want you all to leave before it gets there. You have a minute” He instructed and you practically felt the wetness spill out onto your panties as you heard him command the group.

You pulled away from his neck just long enough to look over at Mei apologetically as she packed up her games and her switch.

“I’ll call you tomorrow?” You offered to which Jimin took two fingers and took your chin in between them gently, turning you back to face him.

“Uh uh, look at me. They’re leaving, don’t worry about them. Worry about me and how you’re going to convince me to let you leave my bed for the next 2 days”.

If you weren’t wet before than you were certainly wet now. Jimin spoke with such finality that you had no choice but to honor his words, not like you minded.

“Wait, 2 days? I thought he said we’d finish game night tomorrow” Taehyung whined adorably.

“Okay then go correct him, right now” Yuqi challenged to which Taehyung simply said “No thanks”.

It wasn’t long before you and Jimin had to house to yourselves, the last of the bunch leaving quite quickly before Jimin went over to lock his door.

“Come upstairs with me” His outstretched hand accompanied the invitation and you took it gladly.

Pleasantly surprised, you giggled as he lifted you, bringing your legs to wrap firmly around his waist as he carried you upstairs. You let your lips and tongue dance patterns into the skin of his neck and the shell of his ear. You breathing got heavier and you relished in it, raking your hands over his back as you continued to kiss along his jawline. When you finally reached his room, he kicked the door shut, letting you fall onto his bed with him falling over you. Your legs loosened a bit and he gripped your ankle in protest.

“Don’t loosen them, keep them around me” He whispered as he made quick work of your neck, kissing skin that he thought he would never be able to.

To have you in his hands, in his bed, at his mercy like this was almost too much to handle but he was more than man enough for the challenge.He pushed the red t-shirt dress up and over your waist, leaving open mouth kisses along your clothed torso as you squirmed. Whining, obviously very needy, you grabbed his hair, pleading with him nonverbally to give you what you want. Jimin let his hands trial over the flesh of your thighs, savoring the soft, supple skin there as he leaned down, unlocking your legs completely and spreading them apart. He took of your sneakers and socks, tossing them over your shoulder as he kissed the skin of your ankle, his lips grazing over your golden anklet.

“I like this” he murmured as he stroked the soft skin of your leg slowly.

You barely had time to thank him as he kissed and nipped his way from your ankle to the inside of your thighs, his bites getting only the slightest bit rougher as he made his way to the apex of your thighs. You could barely control your reactions, whining and whimpering your approval of his actions. Before he could even get to the place you so desperately wanted to, you leaned up, gripping the back of his shirt and helping him throw it up and over his head. Jimin shirtless and between your legs with that look in your eye was more than enough for you to cum right then and there. His tattoo, his gorgeous toned formed that took years to perfect, he really was handcrafted by gods.

He sat back on his heels, beckoning you forward as he let his hands ghost the skin of your neck before tangling his hand in your hair.

“Will you take this down for me?” He whispered, referring to your messy bun which was out mere seconds after he asked.

“You listen so well” He praised to which you shrugged, pulling your dress up and over your head, giving it similar treatment to your socks and shoes.

“When I want to”.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Yeah?”.

You bit your lip, nodding happily as you let one strap of your bralette fall down your shoulder. He crawled over you, forcing you, although not really, to lay back down on the bed as he got closer to you.

“So what makes you wanna listen to me?” He asked quietly.

You thought of your answer quietly as he resumed his place between your thighs. It was only when he pulled off your panties that you had an answer.

“I know what you can do to me” You whispered.

Jimin looked up at you from between your legs, dangerous look in his eyes as he said:

“No you don’t”.

That was all it took for his lips to lock onto your clit, sucking gently as his fingers stroked your folds, collecting all the wetness his could on his fingers before going down to the source to taste it himself. Your back arched off the bed and Jimin couldn’t be more pleased with himself as he let his tongue draw figures into those soft, sweet petals of yours. Watching you react to him in such a way was killing him in the best of ways; You were just too sexy for your own good. The next mistake you made had to have been looking at Jimin while he was still tonguing at your clit. The very sight of the man in question between your legs and giving you pleasures was dizzying; You felt as if you were drunk off the feeling alone. Pulling away from you entirely, Jimin say up straighter.

“As much as I want you to cum like this, I don’t have very good self control when I’m tipsy”.

You thought you knew what he meant, sitting up to meet his lips but he surprised you once more with his instructions.

“Turn around”.

You did as he asked slowly, moving your hair over one shoulder so you could watch his expression as you arched for him.

“I’m sure you’re wet enough for me to just slid in”.

You moaned something that sounded dangerously similar to his name, nodding as he traced his hands along your spine and the curves of your form. Each and every inch of your skin was perfection and he could barely think straight as he rid himself of his pants. Ghosting his hands over your ass, he grabbed onto your hips, his dick more than hard enough for him to slid in nice and easy with no work on his part. You both groaned at the feeling of finally being able to feel one another. Jimin’s pants in your ear were music, absolute music as you rocked back against him. It took him almost no time at all for him to find a rhythm, whispering into your ear.

“If I told you that I’d never had a pussy like this before, would you believe me?” His voice was raw, honest as he tried to contain his pleasure from finally being able to feel you in the most intimate of ways.

“I, mm, you sure this isn’t something you’ve said before?” Your voice was high pitched, strained as you drove himself as deep as he could, keeping his thrusts deep and calculated.

Safe to say, it was driving you mad.

“What reason do I have to lie baby? You’re dripping all on my dick, and I’m sure if I try really hard, I could get you to wet my thighs like that” His voice promised as much as his words did as you gripped onto the sheets, helping him out as you threw it back to help him.

He let out a noise of appreciation, a sound between a groan and whine as he let one hand grab your hips and steadily guide you as you moved back and forth. Moans were spilling freely from your mouth as you panted out your pleasure that the dark haired man above you was giving you. His name was all that could leave your lips and the second it went a little high pitched, Jimin let an arm curl around your waist, placing his weight on top of you so that you would lie down flat. This way he could feel you in all ways, your skin was hot and the way that you arched your back to push your ass into him was absolutely delicious. He was becoming delirious, high off of you and the pleasure you gave him. Watching your ass jiggle with each thrust he gave, listening to your moans, your begging for him, it was so beautiful and it was going straight to his head. Turning you both on your side, he lifted your leg as he drove in deeper, watching his cock dip into your heat over and over and over again. But, the best part about this position was that he could see your face; He could see how your hair fell in front of your eyes, the way you bit your lip when he sped up, the way that your eyes glossed over when you looked down at where you were joined.

“Your neck is too clear”.

You barely out a “huh” before Jimin was sucking your neck, putting those plush pink lips and that soft tongue to work as left dark red marks as a reminded of the pleasure he gave you. You chanted his name, seeing as that was all that fell from your mouth; His name was all you knew in that moment. He gripped your thighs, letting out a shuddering breath as you sped up his pace.

“Oh my God, Jimin faster”.

He chuckled at your request, rolling his eyes good naturedly before slamming in your g-spot head on constantly.

“I would tell you to scream for me but” He gave a hard thrust, his other hand sneaking underneath you to grab a handful of your bralette covered breast.

“I’d rather make you”.

He kept his word, hitting your g-spot over and over and over again as you gripped onto his sheets.

“Jimin, baby, I-” You cut yourself off with a whine as you said “yes” over and over again.

“You don’t have to say anything doll, I feel everything you’re about to tell me” His voice low, raspy and so so sexy in your ear.

You leaned back against him, his chest pressed to your back and you loved the skin to skin contact.

“Look at you doll, so wet and pretty, taking me nice and easy. Look down at yourself for me” God, even his words brought you closer to cumming.

You did as he commanded, which he rewarded you by quickening his pace. You watched him slide in and out of you, his dick slick with your wetness and you loved the way that your body took him with ease.

“Answer something for me” His voice was strained and you just knew he was close.

“Yeah?” Your own, however, was breathy and light.

“You’re on birth control right?”.

You nodded, grinding against him best you could as you felt pleasure shoot up your spine.

“Jimin! I-”

“I know baby, I know. Look at me” He cut you off, commanding you to look at him.

The second your eyes contacted you felt your high coming and quick. You keep eye contact, letting out high pitched moans that you didn’t even know you could make.

“That’s it baby, cum for me” He coaxed although you could feel the sloppiness in his thrusts and you just knew he was close too.

Your high hit you hard, the euphoria spreading throughout your body in the most electrifying of way and God was it addicting. Jimin watched you in Euphoria, proud of himself for getting you there but the way you contracted around him was a bit too distracting. He went harder, faster; He needed to be inside of you, faster, deeper, harder. He just wanted the pleasure you gave him, all of it and, when you whispered his name like the little vixen he knew you to be, he buried his face in your neck, whining his pleasure as he finally found the high he had been chasing. When he finally finished, he pulled out of you and laid back on the bed, curling an arm around you so that he could pull you into his chest. You hummed your content, clenching your thighs as you felt remnants of him seeping out onto the sheets.

“Can we go again in the morning?” You whispered in his ear, kissing the lobe of it softly.

“Did you not hear me when I said 2 days?”.

You laughed, kissing his cheek before snuggling against his chest.

Ah, Park Jimin.

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city-writes · 4 years

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Wildfire

So baby tell me where you wanna run, run. You’ve got me burnin’ like the morning sun. Take my hand, you can burn this city with me.

Warnings: OCs (Matt’s Bandmates; Post-Canon/Not Epilogue Compliant Pairings: Matt/Taichi (Yamachi or Taito or Taiyama, whichever you prefer as their ship name)

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Ok, so admittedly their relationship was a bit dysfunctional. And perhaps Hikari and Takeru called them dating before it actually happened. And perhaps he and Tai tended to butt heads more than most couples. But even this was abnormal for the two of them.

Taichi hadn’t spoken a word to Matt since their walk back to the blond’s apartment. (Though argueably, one could say it was practically their apartment, since Taichi slept there more than at his family’s apartment.) The silence was awkward and suffocating, and Matt couldn’t help but wrack his brain as he tried to figure out why Taichi was noticeably upset. He hadn’t forgotten any sort of significant date to his knowledge. In fact… Taichi had been perfectly fine before his band’s concert. Had something happened while he was on stage?

As Matt unlocked the door, the two young men shuffled in, Matt placing his guitar case against the couch. He watched as Tai wordlessly went to the kitchen, and began heating up some leftovers from the fridge. That singular action was enough to get Matt to frown, his eyes squinting slightly. Matt usually made dinner for both of them whenever Tai came back with him to his place. Those leftovers were usually the soccer captain's meal after practice... Why would Tai be heating his leftovers up now, unless...?

Was Taichi upset with him?

What the hell had he done? Matt replayed the night's events over in his head, trying to make sure he hadn't accidentally done something off-handedly to have upset his boyfriend. He didn't miss any sort of anniversary, they'd only been dating a couple of months. It wasn't anywhere close to Taichi's birthday. So what was the issue?

Matt must have had some sort of look on his face, because Tai glanced over at him and frowned slightly. "What's with you?"

There was a tinge of irritation in Taichi's voice, one that kinda got on Matt's nerves, but he suppressed the urge to snap at his boyfriend and exhaled through his nose before replying. "Nothing, I just... Is everything ok?"

Tai's eyes narrowed slightly at that, before the brunet rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the microwave. "I'm fine." The curt tone to his voice said otherwise.

Matt frowned and folded his arms. "Obviously not."

Taichi clicked his tongue and spun back around, the soccer captain still frowning. "Well, what do you want me to say?"

"The truth, maybe?" Matt asked, his voice raising slightly at the end of his sentence, Taichi's sudden attitude beginning to work his nerves further. "Did something happen during the concert?"

"No, nothing happened, everything's fine." Tai deadpanned, turning slightly to open the microwave as the timer hit zero, pulling out the food. Though instead of digging into it immediately like he had a habit of doing, he placed it on the counter, turning his attention back to Matt.

Matt was doing his best to keep his cool, and folded his arms. "I can't do anything about it if you don't explain what the fuck is wrong."

"Look, let's just drop it, ok?" Taichi mirrored Matt, folding his arms as well. "You couldn't do anything about it even if I told you."

"Or maybe I could if you gave me the chance!" Matt threw his arms down, losing his composure. "Tai, just tell me what's wrong."

There was a silence then that settled between them, one that irritated Matt further. It wasn't until Taichi spoke that the silence was shattered. “It's just... Like, we’re together, you know? Its weird hearing you sing to all these girls about how much you’d love them if they were yours and other clichéd bullshit.” There was a sharpness to Taichi’s words at the end of his sentence, bitterness evident.

“Well its not like I’m actively trying to dump you for some random girl, Tai!”

“You don’t ignore them when they flirt with you, though!”

“It’s called not being a rude asshole! I’m not flirting with them back; I’m dating you! You don’t see me getting all anal about the girls checking you out while you’re at a game!”

"At least I don't give them the time of day, Yamato."

Matt seethed slightly at his name being used by Taichi. Tai rarely, if ever, used his real name. 'Yamato' was used mainly by his mother, who refused to call him 'Matt', or by Takeru when his younger brother teased him. But Taichi? Taichi reserved it only for really emotional occasions. So exactly how pissed was he?

Giving a slight growl, Matt curled his hands into fists and shook his head. "Well what the fuck do you want me to do, Taichi?" Two could play at the formal name game. "Alienate the people literally paying my rent?" The band was his main source of income, playing gigs and selling tickets. "I can't just ignore them cuz you're jealous!"

"Jealous?" Tai asked incredulously. "I'm not jealous, I'm annoyed!" A hand rose to pinch the bridge of his nose, Tai shaking his head. "You know what? I don't want to have this conversation. I'm staying at my parents' place tonight." With that, Tai stormed out of the kitchen, pushing his way past Matt, who scoffed at being partially shoved.

"Fine! See if I care!" Matt called out, not moving from his spot, or turning to watch as Tai put on his shoes and left, slamming the front door shut.

Matt stood in place for a few seconds after Tai had left, only to sigh and deflate, folding one arm and raising his other up so that he could wipe at his face. Holding his head in his hand, Matt shook his head.

Goddammit.

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Hikari looked down at her phone upon hearing it buzz, and stole a quick glance behind her, seeing her older brother asleep on his half of the bunk bed. Giving a small sigh of relief, she quickly flipped it open to see who texted her.

Takeru: how is he?

Hikari quietly got up from the desk in her's and Tai's shared bedroom, and made her way into the living room, before tapping away at her phone's keypad.

Hikari: Asleep. Still hasn't talked about it. Hikari: What about Matt?

Sitting on the couch, Hikari sighed as she waited for her best friend to text back, beginning to channel surf. Her parents were at work, so it was just her and her brother in the apartment at the moment. Tai had just come back from soccer practice about 30 minutes earlier, and said he'd shower after a quick nap. He'd come home three nights ago in an upset mood, and all Hikari could deduce was that he and Matt had had another arguement, but that this one was bigger than usual.

Usually the two were quick to make up, Tai usually only staying at their parents for a day. Three days was unheard of.

Hearing her phone buzz again, Hikari looked to her phone and picked it up off of her lap, reading Takeru's texts.

Takeru: hasn't said much Takeru: but he's been playing his guitar and writing nonstop Takeru: lemme see if i can get it out of him now

Hikari smiled slightly at that, knowing Takeru planned on either being genuine with his brother, or purposefully annoying the ever-living crap out of him. There was no in between when it came to Takeru's technique on getting info out of Matt. Hikari herself took a more reserved approach with Tai, letting him come to her instead when he was ready.

About 10 minutes passed before her phone went off again, and Hikari continued to read.

Takeru: ok SO Takeru: apparently they fought over Matt's songs? Takeru: they've all been romance songs recently and that apparently irritated Tai Takeru: apparently they argued about girls who go to Matt's concerts and flirt w/ him Takeru: so Matt compared it to girls flirting w/ him at soccer games and it all went downhill from there

Hikari: Why are they like this. Why.

Takeru: because they're idiots

Hikari: Too true.

With another sigh, Hikari closed her phone and looked towards hers and Tai's bedroom door. Tai was still sleeping, and she debated on whether or not to wake him up so he could shower, when a thought hit her. She flipped her phone back open and began tapping away again.

Hikari: Hey. You said Matt's writing a new song?

Takeru: i mean, i can only assume

Hikari: Go investigate for me.

After about 5 minutes, she finally got a text back.

Takeru: yeah, its a new song Takeru: bring Tai to Matt's gig tonight Takeru: like, whatever it takes

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Matt's concert was absolute last place the soccer captain wanted to be right now.

But Hikari had practically dragged him there, saying that he absolutely had to go. When questioned why however, she'd either ignore him or change the subject, which admittedly got on Tai's nerves. But before he knew it, they were at the venue, and were headed inside.

They found a place in the middle of the pack to stand, Tai not wanting to go any further than that so that he didn't get seen by Matt. At first, Hikari tried to convince him to go forward, but when he seemed to stay anchored put, she gave in and let her brother do as he wanted. It wasn't long before Matt and his bandmates came onto stage, Tai wincing at the number of girls shrieking and throwing their hands up.

The sound of Matt's amused laughter coming through the microphone was both easing and irritating. On one hand, Tai hadn't heard his boyfriend's voice in three days, and damn did he miss the sound of it, but on the other hand, he sounded like he was pleased with the shrieking girls and that didn't help his case at the moment one bit.

With a sigh, Tai frowned and stood in place, listening as Matt greeted everyone for coming out to see the show. He promised them a good time, as well as a new song at the end of their set.

The concert soon started and went on like all of Matt's other concerts that Tai attended, though with a surprising lack of love songs, Tai noticed. In fact, there wasn't a single one. It was all Matt's band's more pop-ish music. This eased Tai's mood some, and before he knew it, the band was on their last song. Was this what Hikari wanted him to see? Matt was apologizing through his band by not playing any love songs?

"This last song is dedicated to someone special," Matt said into the microphone, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes as he gazed along the front row of concert-goers, a small smile on his face. "They know who they are."

The music that begun to play was gentle, but still had that cutting pop edge sound, a synth sounding keyboard playing the first couple of measures before the bass, drums, and guitar joined in, and Matt began to sing. As the blonde’s melodic voice reached his ears, Tai huffed and folded his arms, his cheeks puffing slightly as he pouted. Great. It was a fucking love song.

“We were going way too fast, chasing down the hourglass, running from the past, headed out with no direction.

A Kerosene beauty scene, looking for a matchstick king, to burn into your heart, hand into the flame, We could set the world ablaze.

Cuz baby, you’re all I need. Come now, set me free Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.”

Admittedly, the tune was catchy, and Tai was beginning to find it difficult to keep stewing in his anger. Hikari looked at her brother from the corner of her eyes and smiled as she watched her older brother’s expression soften from his pouty state. She too was finding herself being lost in the strangely soothing synth beat, and couldn’t help beginning to sway slightly from side to side, as had much of the crowd.

“Breathless, I can’t resist Melt with your scarlet kiss Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.”

Tai cracked a smirk at that, his mind’s eye reliving a recent makeout session between him and Matt, before he pulled himself out of his thoughts. No, he was going to stay mad at Matt and his stupid love songs, and that was final. And just to stick it to him, he was going to stay extra mad at this stupid love song. This stupid. slow, catchy...hypnotic...--! Wait no, he wasn’t going to fall for this.

“I look into your sunset eyes, waiting for the moon to rise, so I can feel your heat, this love is so completely crazy.

You’ve been fuckin’ with my dreams, Rip me like your torn up jeans, I don’t even care, you could take me there, you could set my world ablaze,

Cuz baby, you’re all I need. Come now, set me free Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.”

Now Tai was starting to get angry all over again. Was Matt that pissy about their whole argument, that this new stupid love song was basically him talking about… about lusting after random girls!? Tai’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching into his jacket sleeves. If he hadn’t been pissed at the blonde before, oh man, he definitely would have been now.

Tai was already thinking of what he was going to yell at his stupid musician of a possibly ex-boyfriend, when he felt Hikari’s hand on his arm. She had a frown on her face - what was she even frowning at him for, he hadn’t done anything - and gave him a questioning look. He shook his head at her in response, turning his attention back to Matt and his band’s song.

So baby tell me where you wanna run, run. You’ve got me burnin’ like the morning sun. Take my hand, you can burn this city with me.

Play me like your first guitar, Where every single note’s too hard, I don’t even care, you can take me there, You can set my world on fire.

Baby, you’re all I need. Come now, set me free Like a wildfire, like a wildfire.

Taichi was done. He scoffed and turned on his heel, beginning to head out as the song came to a close, not wanting to be here when it was all over.

Breathless, I can’t resist Melt with your scarlet kiss Like a wildfire, like a wildfire

Hikari followed after her brother as he pushed past the concert-goers, leaving the venue as she called him down. "Tai. Tai...!" She sighed as she finally caught up to him, pulling on his sleeve. "Tai!"

"I don't see why you brought me here!" Tai growled, looking down at his sister. "What was the point?"

Hikari blinked. Did... did he not realize...? "What's your problem?"

Tai threw his hands down, "I'm just tired of him singing about other girls!"

“What made you think he was talking about a girl?”

“He said so!”

“When?”

Tai opened his mouth to argue because was she not even listening to the song but as he replayed the lyrics in his head, he couldn’t recall a single instance of Matt’s band’s last song mentioning a girl. Awkwardly, Tai closed his mouth with a grunt, and pouted. “Well if the song isn’t about a girl, then who...?” He looked at Hikari then, taken slightly aback by the look she was giving him, like she was expecting something of him.

Hikari’s arms were folded, and her expectant look slowly melting into an amused smirk. “I don’t know Tai, who else would Matt want to be singing to?”

She watched as the gears turned in her brother’s head, and it finally clicked into place with a near silent “Oh.” that the song was about him. She barely had time to offer a goodbye as Tai suddenly darted for backstage.

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Tai burst into the backstage area where he saw the keyboardist and lead guitarist of Matt’s band putting away some of their equipment. Raising a hand to wave, he called out to them. “Hey!”

The guitarist, a girl with long black hair tied up into a wild ponytail, looked over at him and smiled, tucking the cords she’d been carrying under one arm so she could wave back. “Hey yourself!” The keyboardist rolled his eyes and grabbed the cords from her as Tai reached them.

“Sorry,” He asked, panting slightly. “Have you seen Matt?”

The guitarist smirked, folding her arms. “He split as soon as the set ended, and wasn’t in the greatest of moods. I don’t think he’d appreciate us sending fanboys his way.”

Tai blinked. “F-Fanboy?” His face warmed at that, and he shook his head. “N-No, I’m a friend of his.”

The guitarist laughed and waved a hand dismissively. “I know, I know, I was just messing with you. I’m Aiko, and Mozart over here,” she said, nodding over at the keyboardist, “is Yuuto. You’re Taichi Yagami, right?”

“Who?” Yuuto finally spoke up, frowning slightly as Aiko smiled.

“Our school’s soccer captain.” She said, then with a purposely not-too-subtle whisper, her smile turned coy, “I think he’s the boyfriend.”

At that, Tai blinked. “He told you about us?”

A laugh left Aiko’s lips, one Tai couldn’t help but mentally compare to windchimes. “No, not exactly. We knew he was dating someone, cuz we noticed he’d get that same lovestruck look on his face when he looked at his phone that he used to get back when he’d first started dating Sora. When we started messing with him, he let it slip that it was a dude, and immediately freaked. We were all cool with it though.” She gave a genuine smile, then. “He never said who it was, but we’ve had our guesses. Who’d’ve known he’d land himself such a cute dude?”

A blush blossomed on Tai’s face at her words, unsure what to say at Aiko’s bluntness. “Uh, thanks?”

Aiko flashed him a wide grin. “No problem! Matt’s probably left by now, we’re just here because it’s our turn to pack extra crap up. If you hurry, you can probably catch him before he gets back to his place.”

“Really?” Tai looked around for the nearest exit, lighting up and already heading out before looking over his shoulder without stopping and giving Aiko and Yuuto a wave. “Thanks a bunch!” With that, Tai raced out of the building, leaving the duo alone.

“So?” Aiko asked with a smile as she lifted up two mini amps with ease. “Whaddya think, Yuuto?”

“Of what?”

“Of Yagami, for Ishida.”

Yuuto stopped then, shaking his head. “You really need to butt out of Matt’s love life.”

“I will now that I’ve met the dude!” She promised, but Yuuto couldn’t help but feel her promise was empty. “What do you think of him?”

With a sigh, Yuuto went back to work, placing various cords where they belonged. “He seems nice enough, if not a little air-headed.”

“That’s good,” Aiko stated, grinning proudly. “He’s a good match for our idiot, then.”

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Having finally made it back to his apartment, Matt was ready to just crash for the night, too tired to do much of anything else, when he was greeted with furious sounding knocking at his door. With a sigh, Matt headed to the door, only to be greeted by his boyfriend, panting for god only knew what reason.

Was Tai still pissed at him, even after the song? With a scoff, Matt spoke. “What’s your prob--”

Matt found himself pushed up against the wall, Tai’s lips mashed harshly into his as the soccer captain kissed him heatedly. Matt heard the sound of his front door closing and locking, and instinctively, his hands worked to get Tai’s jacket off of him. A moan escaped one of them - maybe both of them for all Matt knew because holy shit - and the two pulled apart only when their lungs burned with the annoying need for air.

Letting loose a breathy chuckle, Matt looked at Tai. “I guess this means I’m forgiven?”

Tai rolled his eyes, murmuring against Matt’s lips as he leaned in to kiss him again, “Oh, shut up.”

#Digimon Adventure 02 #Matt Ishida #Tai Kamiya #taiyama #Yamachi #Krys writes

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