#**GESTURE HAND AGGRESIVELY**

[choconanime]

2,8,13 for Choco and Javier or Krok?

OMG HEY HELLO HI HI YEAH UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH HOW ABOUT BOTH BCUZ IM A SIM- anyways! this are mainly from Choco perspective uhuhu you can tell me their side if u want haha jk unless (just feel like i wouldnt get them correctly!) 2.How comfortable are they with touching/being touched by the other?

Javer:Flustered but let her self be touch since he's big brotherly ish (but if she smells a wife of teasing shes out) Kronk: not uncomfortable just can't read him properly and she panics(panic is to put it light considering she fucking makes a show)

8.Do they ever share (or steal) each other’s food? How do they act/react to it? Can see her sharing with both but when it comes to stealing well...feeling more playful with Javier therefore she stealing vs krok where is actively looking at her shes like look liten ill share dont bust me krok prolly thinking she looks like a squirrel mouse

13.What do they do to make each other smile or laugh on bad days?

Well! Choco despite everything,when their on a bad day she does panic and doesn't know what to do (doesn't know how to cheer people on cue she just tends to accidently do it with her antics LMAO) so she just **turns to rat form n tries to snuggle,no matter of it's javier or krok she snuggles,if their ticklish however she keeps nuzzling there**

[mikaleialt]

BMW

Bada Lee x reader

Smut (mdi)

Synosis: Bada can't take it anymore, you are both on the way to a party hosted by JustJerk to celebrate the dance academy's anniversary. But you just had to wear that skimpy dress and now here you are, in the middle of the empty road on a rather foggy night.

cw: smut, public sex (?), car sex, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus. read at your own risk, no use of Y/n, not proofread

Request are open!!!

Bada's grip on the wheel gets tighter and tigher as every second passes as she tries to focus on the road ahead.

You are seating on the passenger seat, wearing that tight black dress that is slowly riding up your thighs. Bada clenches her jaw as she watches you taking pictures of yourself, and the streetlights and buildings you passed by on the corner of her eye.

Honestly why do you have to wear that sexy outfit anyway, Bada thoughts to herself—not that her outfit isn't sexy too, after all she is wearing a white croptop under a black cropped blazer and a pair of black pants which looks absolutely stunning on her.

You seem unaware of the effect you have on Bada when you wore the dress as you now spam her phone with your selfies.

While taking pictures of yourself, Bada slowly loses control over herself as she puts her hand on your thighs, slowly caressing it. But this gesture is not foreign to you anymore, Bada always does this whenever you're next to her while driving, so you disregard her and continue to take a photo of you in another angle.

As few more minute passes by, Bada's hands starts to wander closer to the hem of your dress which by now is just a few inches away from your waist. You stay still in silence as you anticipate Bada's next move.

"Fuck, I can't help it anymore" Bada mutters as she pulled over to the side of the empty road. You look at her, confused as to why she stopped the car but when Bada looks back at you, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you met her cold glaze.

"Back of the car. Now." Bada presses the button to unbuckle both of your seatbelt before opening the door next to her and moving to the back of her BMW sedan.

Feeling scared and excited at the same time, you quickly followed her order and exited the passenger seat to move to the backseat.

But upon opening the right-side door of the backseat, Bada had already pulled you inside and quickly attacked your lips with kisses.

You moaned right into the kiss at your girlfriend's aggresiveness, as you felt her hands caress your thighs once again before hiking up your dress all the way up to you waist, exposing the lacey panties you have underneath.

"Fucking hell, you were planning this all along do you?" Bada once again mutters as she run her finger down on your clothed folds, feeling the wet spot on your panties which made you release a small moan.

Bada continues on kissing your lips before wandering down to your neck, sucking and biting it before going back up to make out with you once again.

"B-Bada, wait—the party" You try to say in between the kiss. "Fuck the party, I'm enjoying this more" she said as she now set your panties aside before playing with your clit.

You can't help but moan loudly at the sensation you're feeling. How did an innocent drive to a party escalated to this, you thought.

After a few more minutes of Bada playing with your clit and leaving marks all over your neck and shoulders, she finally inserted two fingers and start scissoring you which causes you to moan louder.

"B-Bada—nggh... wait— ah" her fingers are so long, that it hits you all on the right places that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You tried to stop her from making you cum, afraid that you'll ruin both of your outfits and the car seat. But Bada doesn't care about any of that right now, what she wants is to fuck you senseless.

After one last kiss, Bada pulls up your dress off of you before throwing it to the passenger seat. She then stops for a while, being mesmerized by the work she had done on your neck and how beautiful your body is.

"So beautiful" she mutters underneath her breath, before placing her hand on your breast, massaging it while she placed your other breast on her mouth.

She started sucking your breast whilst her left hand massages the other and her right starts fingering you once again.

You are now moaning uncontrollably at how good your girlfriend makes you feel. Your hand is now gripping her hair whilst the other is underneath her shirt, leaving scratch marks unintentionally.

Bada could feel your inside spasm and your body shakes, indicating that you are closing on the edge as she thrust her fingers back in at a faster pace.

Soon enough you finally finishes on her fingers, but your girlfriend isn't nowhere done with you yet.

She then lets you lay down in a more comfortable position, before she places your legs on her shoulder, lifting your waist up closer so that she is at level with your glistening pussy.

Bada licked her lips hungrily, looking at you and waiting for your reaction while you are giving her a pleading look. You already know what she is about to do and you want her to do it already. You look back at her, filled with anticipation and lust.

Bada smirks at your pleading eyes, you look like you could cry at any time now, which she will gladly make you— make you cry in pleasure, I mean— she didn't waste time and started taking in long stripes of lick between your folds and occasionally sucking on your clit, before putting her tounge inside you.

You can't help but grind your hips to her face, as her tounge works its magic inside you. The party that you were about to attend has been long gone on both of your thoughts...

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Meanwhile at the party...

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Tatter has been waiting for the two of you for hours now, the other member of the leader of JustJerk wants Bada to give a share a few things about BeBe's journey for the party as a speech but their leader is nowhere to be found.

Most people are already too drunk to dance, some are even passed out already at the floor. Tatter is almost there as she had been downing beer after beer while waiting for the couple.

"Yo Tatter, any news on the two yet?" Kyma, the second most sober of all next to Tatter asks. "Not yet. Hold on, I'll try calling them again" Tatter dials Bada's number and after a few rings, Bada answers the call... or does she?

Unaware, you were actually laying down on Bada's phone the whole time and when Tatter's call reached the phone, you accidentally presses "answer" so when Tatter finally felt relieved that "Bada" finally answers the call...

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"..oh shit Bada—nggh yes yes fuck..."

"..taste so good... so so fucking good"

"...ahhh—I'm close... Bada~~"

Tatter ended the call immediately before downing a whole glass of beer in one go. Kyma looks at Tatter who looks like she had seen a ghost.

"So what did she say? Are they coming or what" Kyma asks the traumatised girl. "Oh they are coming alright" Tatter muttered.

"What's that again?" Kyma didn't hear her clearly, but instead of answering, Tatter stayed quiet before grabbing another drink, more stronger than the last one.

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You both arrived later than you expected but the party wasn't over yet. You first saw Tatter alone at a table, looking off so the both of you approached her.

"Hey Tatter, sorry we're late... we just got stuck in a traffic" Bada puts out a lame excuse, but Tatter just looks at her with a traumatised look, before drinking another glass.

"Yeah sure...traffic... by the way, you missed a spot" Tatter looks at you and pointed out to your neck that has a hickey that you missed when you were putting concealer on it. You become a blushing mess and let's just say from that day forward, Tatter has been left with a quite traumatic memory from the two of you.

A/n: Tatter, my poor baby... anyway I hope you liked this, my requests are open! Please note that this is a work of fiction and should not be taken serious, most of the characters mentioned in my story are real people but their character in this story does not reflect who they truly are in person. Learn to seperate reality from fantasy.

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[fernlessbastard]

how do you think they'd react to the other getting hit on

Absolutely possessive, and they're both passive-aggresive about it. Like "ha ha yeah he is hot! I know, right? Ha ha ha and the best part is that he's all mine." type of thing

Ok so first and foremost: obviously if they get flirted with they'll immediately state they're not interested and are also in a relationship. That being said, when the other is around they let their counterpart handle the situation, cause that's just what makes it more fun

So, I'd imagine they both have a tendency to kinda like, use oversharing as a way to "gross" people out

They'll just start leaning against - or rather on - the one who's being flirted with more and more, and with just the most passive aggressive politeness they'll happily disclose some of their private life, making it clear that they are very much together

Wilbur likes to pull the "you know where his previous husband, before me, is right now? Six feet under. Or I guess at the very least that's where lies what remains of him..." with just the biggest smile ever. Quackity finds it too endearing to even bother clarifying that the guy died of a heart attack, that the 'what remains of him' refers to Quackity eating his heart, and that legally him and Wilbur aren't even married (yet). He just likes seeing Wilbur get that sparkle in his eyes, passive aggressively telling people how lucky he (Wil) is, and how unlucky they are cause he's the one dating Q and they're not

Ok tried to keep it pg13 so far cause it is a more general question, but I'll give a more nsfw elaboration in the context of like, at a club or something under the cut

While Wilbur's more so focused on making sure everyone around knows that Quackity is his and only his, Quackity more so loves to focus on reminding Wilbur about how he belongs to Q.

He'll pull Wilbur in by the waist, trace his hand over the man's lower back, play with his hair a little in a way where it curls around his fingers tightly so that all he'd need to do to pull Wilbur's hair would be to lazily gesture his hand slightly back, etc. And verbally he won't shy away from telling the person how good of a boy Wilbur is, and how obediently he listens, so on and so forth, sometimes even going a bit into detail. Basically he'll happily talk about Wilbur as though he's not there/as though he's a dog obediently sat waiting for his owner to finish talking. And Wilbur absolutely loves that. He loves Quackity being possessive, he loves the physical reminders that he belongs to him, he loves the praise, he loves that little sprinkle of dehumanisation, and everything is nicely tied with a bow of exhibitionism, humiliation of people finding out that he's "just Quackity's plaything", and also just being a general menace to people

Altogether I'd say that pretty much every time Quackity gets hit on Wilbur ends up in his lap (the second he's able to) which eventually turns into some very soft and loving sex with lots of reassurance and words of affirmation, meanwhile if it's Wilbur who gets hit on most of the time it'll be rather BDSM heavy (but still just as loving, obviously) and Wilbur's probably gonna be ending up as a happy, but extremely exhausted wreck, cuddled up to Quackity who's giving him countless little kisses and continues to tease him with little whispers

[st-danger]

Okay but do they make Dew piss please I must know.

A continuation for you! Part one linked above))

Hysteria rises, bubbling up and choking. He can hardly breathe; the sounds Rain and Swiss are pulling from are involuntary and uses up what little sips of air he's able to take.

He doesn't mean to- he never intentionally cries- but they've been too mean for too long and his lashes are damp. Wriggling, fighting, sobbing out pleas for mercy- all on deaf ears. Swiss reminds him once again he's asked for this.

And he has.

"Stop- stop, please, Rain-"

Swiss snuggles him then, holding just as tightly as before, but really nuzzling him. Affectionate, one might say.

"Oh sweetheart," Swiss smiles, the gesture bleeding into his tone, "we can tell when your no's mean yes."

"Oh no, oh stop, stop, I'm gonna- please, please," Dew wheezes, sounding flayed and raw.

Sometimes he surprises himself with the depth of his depravity, the depth of his masochism. He's having a truly terrible time, and he'll be ready to ask for the same treatment as soon as tomorrow, he's sure. A glutton for punishment; if only he didn't love it so much.

If only.

Rain focuses all his attention on his head, the frenulum and the hair on the back if Dew's neck prickles, a neat little rush of anticipatory dread.

"Cum or piss, up to you." Rain says it so calmly, so reasonably that Dew could see himself agreeing with it.

He cries out, shaking, protesting while Swiss murmurs encouragement into his ear. Gives the lobe and his neck a wet, sloppy kiss- not and easy feat with the amount of struggling Dew is doing.

He's so tired. Swiss is too strong and he is so tired and he is getting absolutely nowhere at all.

He mewls and goes riged when he feels the familiar lack of control, a rush of heat and-

A spurt of piss he can't tense enough to hold in, and Rain gives him one more vicious polish and withdraws his hands.

He fights it for a moment more, thighs tensing, the muscles jumping, but too little too late. He loses the fight, and an arc of piss shoots out, messy everywhere without a hand to aim it.

The reaction from Swiss and Rain is immediate and richly approving, and the relief he feels, the nasty, sick pleasure he derives from letting them see something so private, making a mess- it's equaled only by the flare of shame that burns in his chest and on his face.

He's whimpering, too tired to struggle, too defeated. Swiss is so hot and hard against his back, and Rain-

Rain is reaching for his cock once more. Dew can't even find it in himself to flinch, but does manage to watch him aim his cock towards him, so Drw can spray all over Rain’s stomach and thighs.

"Fuckin ' filthy," Swiss moans. Rain closes his eyes, luxuriating in the warmth and Dew gives a pathetic little hiccough once more. "That's so good. Get him all wet," Swiss continues, and the satisfaction and sickness wash over him as wonderfully as ever.

[bloody-rocks]

Hello, asked for requests and you shall receive some!

So the Sinclair brothers (or just Vincent) where their s/o is really bad a lying, like all they have to do is just look at them for long or start counting and their s/o panics and tells them the truth

This has been oddly sitting in my drafts for a long time,hope you like it!

Note: I used 'text' to signify Vincent using sing language

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Sinclair Brothers with an s/o thats bad at lying

Bo Sinclair

You probably prepared a suprise for him,could be an anniversary,birthday present or simply a little something for him

Youd probably hide your present,but at the time youd hide it Bo would just appear out of nowhere

"Hey" He spoke catching you offguard,quickly hiding the present while he was just staring at you

"The fuck was that?" Hed say just wondering what the hell you just did

"I was,,,,searching for socks but couldnt like find any pair thats mine s-"

"Honey, I bet there aint any socks in the oven"

Uh oh busted

His next move would be simply going to the oven and checking whatever you hid inside

You tried thinking about distracting him quickly so you just wrapped your arms around him,like a hug but a bit more aggresive

Bo is really confused but just hugs you back

"Is there anythin good in there?"

"I really missed you"

Ok thats it you're acting too suspicious Bo lets go and looks in there

"God,yer bad at lying"

Vincent Sinclair

Very observant, could tell if something is off pretty fast

You probably managed to break a wax figure in the museum accidentaly and were scared SHITLESS from how Vincent would respond

You might freak out and tell Bo and have a laugh thrown to your face before he just goes back to work

Can't tell Vincent,but also you cant really let him go to the museum,,

Probably checked up on him in the basement from minute to minute either asking him is everything is okay,bringing him water,food, showing him stuff you found around the house

Vincent just stared at you noticing your weird behaviour

After your many visits he got irritated knowing you're definitely up to something

Sat you down and just gestured to you to talk

"Mmm something wrong Vinny"

'You tell me'

You couldn't hold it in anymore so with a sigh you told him what happened

'Show me'

He went through the undergrown passage to the museum,you following shortly behind

When you got there you took his hand and showed him the statue scattered on the floor

You expected him to freak out but what you didnt except is for a chuckle to escape from his lips

Lester Sinclair

Imagine your surprised face when you opened the laundry machine and saw a shrinked shirt of Lesters

The other clothes were fine??whats going on

You knew he probably wouldnt get mad but you were still sad that the shirt got ruined

You quickly hid it somewhere and just continue doing chores until Lester got home

You panicked seeing him pull the tiny shirt from a box looking confused at it

"S'this yours?I have one similar but just bigger,we could match :)"

Seeing him just smilling at you just made your heart sink at the bottom of your stomach so you just told him what happened

Both of you were confused as to why ony Lesters shirt shrinked and probably had a deep conversation about it

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Happy Valentine's Day, to you AND the boys, but...

Brett, will you be my valentine?

An arrangement of peonies, a box of strawberry rhubarb tartlets from the good local bakery, and a Valentine's card accompany the request

Awwwwww, Moon, Happy Valentine's Day 🥺 You brought something for my boy Brett? He usually gets left out, so I'm happy that you thought of him for Valentine's Day. He's a little rough around the edges, but I wouldn't be too worried 💚

*Brett hears the doorbell and sighs as he goes to answer it*

*you say happy valentine's day*

*Brett raises an unamused eyebrow*

Brett: Tungst is already busy, but everyone else is free. Who do you want?

*you ask him to be your valentine*

*Brett furrows his brow*

Brett: Me?

*you nod your head and smile*

Brett: You want me to be your valentine?

*you nod more aggresively*

*Brett looks behind him to make sure there's no one else, then turns back to you and rubs his neck*

Brett: I don't really... celebrate... holidays.

*your face drops*

Chance: Wow, what did you say to them? They looks so sad.

*Brett startles*

Brett: Kriff, stop doing that!

Chance: You didn't answer my question.

*Brett shrugs*

Brett: They want me to be their valentine.

Chance: And?

Brett: I said I don't celebrate.

*Chance narrows his eyes*

Chance: Really?

Brett: You want me to lie?

Chance: I want you to try again.

*Chance slams the door in your face*

Chance: Now when they ring the doorbell, you're going to answer it and accept their valentine gifts like a normal person. We're not in the business of making meshl'as cry.

Brett: ...

*you ring the doorbell again*

*Chance gestures for Brett to open it*

*Brett opens the door*

Brett: Uh, hi, again.

*you ask Brett to be your valentine*

*Brett looks back at Chance, and Chance gestures for him to go ahead*

Brett: Sure.

*you smile and hand him the flowers, tartlets, and card*

*Brett stiffens*

Brett: Oh, these are for me?

*you nod*

Brett: They do smell nice...

*you smile*

Brett: These pastries look good too...

*you smile wider*

Brett: What's this?

*Brett opens the card and reads it*

*Chance stands in the background with a smug look on his face*

*Brett closes the card and smiles softly*

Brett: Thank you, meshla. This was very sweet of you.

*Chance elbows Brett in the side*

Chance: See? That wasn't so bad.

*Brett rolls his eyes*

Brett: Get lost, runt.

*Chance grins*

Chance: Want to be alone, huh?

Brett: GET LOST

[windydayey]

1000th Heart shot

Suna Rintarou x GN!reader

Yep. Suna Rintarou was a prick. He would always say something to make you seem like an idiot but the thing was that you weren't one to back down either. You guys got along and didn't get along at the same time.

You were basically gossip buddies. Well not exactly gossip more like bitching about the people that don't pass the vibe check of you guys at all.

"I don't like to judge people but-" Suna rolled his eyes when he heard you say that, of course you were going to shit talk about the Karens in your colony again, but you know what? He was totally down for it. You two loved shit talking about the people you two found annoying. It was like a match made by the devil.

"Is it just me or she seemed off these days?" He started "Holy! Same I thought it was just me oh gosh" you always made aggresive gestures with your hands when expressing something. He found that funny, usually people don't move that much when walking in public cus it's embarrassing but you told him that you can't express yourself well if you don't do that. Which reminded him-

"by the way did you know your reputation is going really down?" He told you and your face of laughter turned to one of an irritated one "Well yeah I mean" you rubbed your neck "Who told those guys to get on my nerves? I had to........"

Suna took a deep breath "Beat the crap out of them so bad you now have to patch your cheek and bandage your hands?" The walking pace of you both started to speed up a little "Yes- wait no that not the point tho- wait what huh!?"

He stopped and cupped your face in his hands "You thought I was trying to jab at your reputation instead?" You held one his wrist with your right hand "if not then what else?" You raised an eyebrow. He inhaled, and started pulling your cheeks "Ah! ah! hEY-! thwat hurs oh my gawd what is this fow?"

He swore he felt an arrow on his chest for the 1000th time you looked too adorable.

And for the 1000th time if he gets so lost staring at you he'll forget to confess again, it's now or never.

"Listen cupcake you always have so much to talk about you run out of breath and run your mouth around others too." He stops pulling your cheeks but his hands are still holding your face "So much I get carried away hearing you talk about even the weirdest things, so I'll say it before I get carried away again."

"huh...huh?" Poor you, you were geniunely confused.

"I want to be with you not only during school hours but everywhere" he smiled.

"You do know I don't keep my doors closed when you come to my home during the weekends right?" You giggled.

He then flicked your forward and inter wined his fingers with yours, the hand you were using to hold his wrist. "Are you playing with me right now or?"

Your neck was heating up from the fact he held your hand but you didn't back down from the daily banter "Weren't you yourself who said I'm slow at picking up anything?"

He smirked "ahhhh oh okay you daughter of the devil" he playfully pushed you to the side "I like you, what are you gonna do about it?"

"Oh coming from Mr Rintarou? That's rich" You gave a proud look.

"Mhmm" he just hummed in response and sighed "So how did you find her off as well again? Continue, go on."

He could hear you talk for another thousand years.

[sunny6677]

October

(A Spooky Month AU Series)

PART 15/CHAPTER 15: Determination.

Summary: A 19-year old Skid ends up moving back to his old town for the sake of nostalgia. But he finds himself surrounded by familiar faces.

TWS: PROFANITY, PUMP BEING A DICK, ARGUMENTS, BICKERING, A VERBAL DISPUTE/FIGHT, PUMP SWEARS A LOT IN THIS CHAPTER IM TELLING YOU, WEAPONS.

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"Okay, i need to know why were you two fighting."

That had been the question Roy had asked, yet even so, it was hard for Skid and Pump to answer. Ross and Robert had been standing beside Roy now, each with their own different facial expression. Robert had a more concerned and worried expression, while Ross seemed a bit.. tense from what had just happened merely a few moments ago. Roy seemed a little determined to figure out what was going on, but a bit stern as well.

"We're not going to get any answers if you two just keep fighting like this! Can you please just tell us what's going on already?" Roy begged the two. Even now, as an adult in his twenties, he seemed.. short.

As a matter of fact, Skid and Pump were taller than him now. Pump had been way taller than Skid, but it was clear Skid had managed to tower over Roy anyway. The two had noticed the fact that they basically towered over Roy now, though neither of them dared to say anything about it, only giving mildly confused and unsure glances at him occasionally.

"Uh.. well—" Skid tried to speak, his tone sounding gentle and calm. He clearly had regretted what he had done almost immediately, and guilt was driving him insane in his mind. He shouldn't have lunged at Pump like that, no matter how frustrated he was with him. While he had mostly been making eye contact with Roy, occasionally, he'd give a regretful and guilty glance at Pump.

Pump groaned, "Since when do you care about whether we're fighting or not? You were the ones always bullying us when we were little! And since when do you even worry about other people, Roy?! Weren't you the one always getting into trouble?!" Pump questioned, gesturing with his hands aggresively.

"Hey, hey!" Roy said, trying to get Pumps attention as he rambled, "I just wanna figure out what's going on here, I'm not just gonna leave you two to fight like this! And why the hell do the two of you have weapons?!" Roy yelled, gesturing to the weapons that were still on the ground.

"Y—Yeah, that's dangerous!" Robert commented with a worried glance. "Shouldn't you two know better than to not run around with those things?" Ross said, sounding almost like a father scolding a small child, "You two could get seriously hurt!"

"It isn't any of your business, Ross!" Pump sighed in frustration with a sassy roll of his eyes, "And it isn't your business either, Robert! It isn't any of you guy's business! We're just trying to get our stuff back, we don't need you three to get involved! We aren't kids anymore, we can't handle it!"

"Uh, Pump—" Skid tried to say gently, not wanting to perhaps anger him again, and not wanting to start anything again. Pump turned to perhaps say something to him, before Ross suddenly spoke up.

"H—Hey, that isn't any way to talk to us, Pump. You know better than to just lash out at other people like that." Ross tried to say, seeming stern almost, like a scolding father. Pump only snarled, "Oh, please! Who do you think you are? My dad or something?!"

"No, but I shouldn't have to be acting like it, Pump! Your old enough now to know better, you can't just keep lashing out at other people like this. I know your angry, but—" Ross tried to speak, his voice still sounding soft-spoken, but even more stern now.

"Yeah, he's right! We're just trying to help you!" Roy said, though he came off as more aggresive than stern.

"Whats gotten into you, man?" Robert asked, though he didn't seem stern or aggresive.

"Whats gotten into me?! What about you three?! Since when have any of you cared about what we're doing?!" Pump yelled back, raising his tone. Skid slightly flinched back at the sudden increase of volume in his voice, and softly tried to reach his hand out.

"P—Pump, wait, maybe you shouldn't be talking to them like that—" He tried to say, not wanting to alarm Pump any more than he already had. But Pump swiftly turned around, directing his attention to Skid, "I don't care if I shouldn't be talking to them like that, Skid! These fuckers bullied us when we were like 7 or 8, goddamnit!" He yelled, gesturing furiously with his hands.

"H—Hey!" Ross instinctively said, it was hard to tell if he was being stern or aggresive now, "Dont talk to Skid that way! You know better than to talk to your friend like that!" Pump turned around with a groan of frustration, and said, "Dont tell me what to do, damnit! You aren't my dad! So dont treat me like you are! And he isnt even my friend anymore!"

"I wouldn't have to be treating you like I was if you weren't acting so petty, Pump!" Ross yelled, he seemed frustrated with Pumps aggresive behavior now rather than intimidated, though Robert seemed to be a little scared of Pumps constant yelling as if not expecting it.

"You can't keep acting like this when your a full on adult now! Stop acting like a kid, you know better than that—" Ross was then interrupted by Pumps voice raising even more, Pump seemed pissed off now.

"Dont you fucking call me that!" Pump yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Ross. Roy, Robert and Ross seemed a little taken aback by his sudden burst of anger, the three of them going silent for a moment.

"W—Woah, chill out, man! We just wanna know why your acting like this! We're not trying to make you mad, we just wanna know—" Robert tried to speak, but Pump then interrupted him. "You don't need to know, none of you care, and you know it!" Pump cried out of desperate anger.

"I'm not going to let you three order me around, because I've had enough of your shit already! Neither me or Skid need your help, we could have figured this out on our own even if you didn't show up! We don't need your help!" Pump yelled, panting a little after he finished.

Roy seemed a little shocked and slightly worried now and sweating nervously, saying, "Woah, man.. you need to calm down—" Pump began to yell again, "I need to calm down?! Says the one who cried over a bunch of kids getting him in minor trouble once!" A slight tear began to seep out of Pumps eyes, though it wasn't noticeable to anyone.

"Thats it, Skid, I've had enough of these assholes, we're getting that jacket—c'mon!" Pump growled, grabbing Skids arms rather harshly, it almost stung a little, though he clearly hadn't meant to harm Skid.

"W—Wait, Pump! Bu—But couldn't we just solve this easier by calling the police? I—I'm sorry, man, but we can't just—" Skid tried to say, pulling back from Pumps grip slightly. Pump grumbled, "Its faster if we do it ourselves! Now stop resisting!" Pump began to pull at Skids arm, and Skid began to pull away, it was almost like tug of war. The both of them grunted with their opposite struggles. "P—Pump, let go of me—" Skid tried to say, though Pump most likely didn't hear or care for this.

"I can't let you go, we need to get our shit back!" Pump growled, still pulling at Skids arm. "H—Holy shit," Roy uttered, "sh—shit, hold on!" Roy yelled, rushing up from behind Skid. He grabbed at Skids arms, and began to try and pull him away from Pump. Ross and Robert had rushed up from behind him too, and began to pull at Skids arms to try and help him. "Let—Let go, Pump!" Ross said, seeming almost protective of Skid, like an older brother figure. He seemed to care a lot more about Skid than he used to, that's for sure.

"N—No!" Pump cried out in resistance, still pulling at Skids arm. But as all of them struggled, Pump barely opened his eyes, and caught a familiar figure sneaking off in the distance. The figure appeared to notice that Pump noticed them, and began to rush off in fear. It had been clear.. the figure had been The Thief. And that was enough to send Pump into a blind rage.

"You son of a bitch!" Pump suddenly cried out in sheer anger, and immediately let go of Skid, sending Skid and the three others almost tumbling back. Pump rushed off, grabbing his weapon on the ground, and began to chase after The Thief. "Give me my jacket back!" Pump yelled at The Thief as he chased after them.

"W—Wait, Pump!" Ross cried out. "H—Holy shit, dude!" Roy said in shock, "Skid, what happened to him? Why is he like this all of the sudden?!"

"I—I dont know, when I came back, he just.. he was just suddenly like this." Skid said, rubbing his head. "I—I need to go after him, I'm not just gonna leave him to get himself or that person hurt!" Skid said, slowly standing up with a slightly determined look.

"N—No, Skid, we'll handle it. Pumps just gonna yell at you, you've clearly been having a rough time with him." Ross said, putting a hand on Skids shoulder. "Y—Yeah, dude, let's just get you home. We'll tell the police about it." Robert tried to say.

"N—No, I need to go and help him myself! I lunged at him first, this was my fault.. I need to fix it, so.. I'm gonna try and stop him myself!" Skid said, clenching his fists in sheer determination. "B—But, Skid, dude, even if you were the one who started the fight, you still shouldn't have to deal with this. W—Why not just go somewhere else for now and we'll deal with this?" Roy tried to say.

"N—No, that'll take too long! I wanna help him, I started that fight in the first place!" Skid said, taking a step foward, "I'm sorry, guys, but the police will take too long. And I don't wanna have to leave you guys to deal with it yourselves if you guys decide to go after him. Y—You can still come if you want, but I'm gonna go and help him, alright? A—After this—may—maybe we can catch up or something! It's probably what I owe you, or something like that.." Skid seemed to be being very kind to three people who used to bully him for whatever reason.

Roy sighed, "Well, alright. But we're gonna come too, okay? I'd—I'd hate to just leave you two losers like that—" It seemed even after so many years, Roy hadn't lost the habit of calling other people such a terrible nickname. Ross gave him a stern look, which made Roy immediately correct himself. "S—Sorry, I still haven't grown out of that habit.."

"Nah, that's okay." Skid gently said with a nervous smile, "You seem nicer now, so I'm not gonna hold it against you or anything. N—Now, come on, we need to get to Pump! I'm getting worried about him!" Instead of turning back to them, he seemed so worried to the point of basically not letting them say anything, and began to run in the direction Pump had gone in. He seemed to really care about him, even with what happened.

Roy, Robert and Ross just sat there in silence.. and then slowly nodded at eachother, before running after Skid, though they were going at a slower pace than he had been. It was clear they'd probably make it at a later time than Skid would to Pump.

Determination fueled Skid, he wasn't giving up on Pump, no matter what he did. He felt bad for provoking a fight, he wanted to say sorry. And he would, he just needed to find Pump. He cared about him, no matter what he did or no matter what he thought of him.

And he believed somewhere deep down, kindness still remained in Pump. He just had to help him, and eventually it would come out.

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E

[lilxxbrainrot]

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Tagged by @kylermalloy thank yooou!

Sooo let´s see what we got

A Glimpse of Him

This person, sitting across the table, is not the Edward who one day achieved to do the impossible; who one day managed to go to that far away universe he used to talk about, he used to call home. The Edward who flew on the plane Alfons built, through a portal, and never came back.

Gas-what?

"Do you really think that was my intention?" the black-haired man asked as he broke the embrace so he could be able to see the Elric in the eyes. "You know this is just the way I am, Edward. It's not that I'm trying to belittle you; this is just who I am. You knew it before this started, but you still liked me, right?" His tone was soft, fragile even, as if he were afraid of his lover's response.

Scars

Of course he loved the feeling of his flat chest, he loved the feeling, or thereof, the lack of feeling, the lack of weight on that zone. It was just- the scar, somehow bothered him a bit. He wished it wasn't there.

Thanks

And Ed moved to give Al a kiss on his forehead.

Instead, they kissed each other's lips. It was just- just a little kiss, a quick peck. An accident.

Both boys' eyes went wide as they scrambled back, their faces going ten different shades of red, at least.

Sundays

He just left his ass slip down, until he was no longer sitting on the sofa's armrest, but on his brother's lap. Ed immediately looked at him, a bit taken aback. Bingo.

Al accommodates as best as he can, leaving soft, gentle kisses over the skin on Ed's neck. "Brother, you've been ignoring me today," he whispers between kisses. Ed swallows.

Can´t take my eyes off you

But the most obvious sign, without doubt, was the way Mustang was always watching the older Elric. It was like the whole room, the whole world stopped around him and the only thing there existed was Ed. God, Roy's eyes practically turn into hearts every time he sees the guy!

Brother, do you remember that time...?

"A-Al?" he spoke, voice trembling, hoarse, quickly evidencing his insecurity. "Is so-something wrong?" Ed was doing what he could, making his best effort to be understood even though he was talking through sniffs and hiccups as he tried to stop his weeping. He wanted to help his little brother, wanted to extend his hands and wipe away the tears that were now staining that precious, perfect face, but- he couldn't.

Hope

Ed's eyes went huge when he heard his brother's voice, he practically fell over his stomach, his face a few centimeters over that little hole that was now connecting him to the most precious being in this horrible world.

"Al, Al, what are you doing, stupid?" his voice cracked; a smile instantly appeared on his face, but it was clouded by the tears that were now running over his cheeks.

Rain

Alphonse closed his eyes as he smiled, humming slightly with satisfaction at the feeling. He stood there for who knows how long, until two warm hands grabbed his shoulders, aggresively shaking him. He snapped his eyes open, just to find two golden irises worryingly looking at him.

Mr. Loverman

“Colonel… you have to move on. You know that, right? We don´t really like seeing you like this. Please, come back…” I completely ignored what Havoc said. I dismissed them with a hand gesture and entered my flat, closing the door behind my back.

Now if you decide to check one of these, PLEASE read the tags. Most of them are Edal, some Royed.

I have no friends here hajhdgsa but I´m tagging: @gey-beans @konekorambles @cai-danu @indo-mie @val-creative

[exploring8709]

I think I'm benching him . . .

Hold on, let's back up. I hate New Years. I hate all the imposed finery of it. Justin is all about empty gestures, so, of course, he's all about it. I've been trying to get better at being more vocal about things that I want/need, but perhaps deep down I knew there was no hope.

I wanted to stay in. I wanted to wear a different dress. I wanted something more low key. I wanted something more extravagant. I wanted sushi. Honestly, I wasn't helping.

So instead of just communicating we passive aggresive-ed each other through most of the evening, through one King West club, a random art gallery, some pretentious speak-easy and a packed house party, then back to the hotel room he so thoughtfully booked. By then, the simmering rage (and aching feet) was now an insatiable want that I probably had only myself to blame for. I guess I knew he couldn't scratch that itch. Meet that need. I guess he was doomed to failure because I was beyond turned on, but not really sure why. Not really sure what the antidote was to this particular affliction.

Bland fucking surely wasn't it.

But to be fair, it also wasn't the source of the problem.

So I left, bedraggled and tired and him passed out drunk. I felt like a million girls, leaving a million rooms, disheveled, disappointed, slightly drunk. But this girl was different. I was done. I am done. I'm done with the twit.

I feel like I've just continued to make the same mistakes even after the year that I've had. I'm in the same relationship, with the same guy. It wasn't even the sex (as underwhelming as it has been). It's honestly just a microcosm of a bigger issue. This is The Ex all over again.

Justin was the first relationship since The Ex. The first man I've been with, the first man I've fucked, the first man I've chained myself to since The Ex. Relationship, though? No. Probably more a situationship. We barely SHARED anything, nor had I ever really felt the need. He was just the right rhythm. He was inertia/momentum personified in a 6 foot lump in a dark Italian suit. I fell quickly back into the same habits. I lost myself in him. In an amazingly short time, I became a part of him, subsumed by him. My time, my attention, my pleasure was just a function of him. He didn't demand it, it just happened. But this time, the red flags went up. I noticed.

I spent the past year running from something/someone. A called off wedding will make you do that. And I most definitely did not escape without any scars. So that's why THIS just bumped for me so hard. After all of this forward movement, THIS cannot be what I settle back into. Not after I fought so hard to get out.

So, I'm back out there and I feel invigorated. And scared. I bawled on the Uber ride home, but I'm fine now (the Uber driver, though, I don't know--nothing scares men more than a girl who's ugly crying). This feels right, when before with The Ex, I felt bereft.

Normally I'd be blaming myself for this. Wondering. Searching. Hand wringing. Catastrophizing. I'd be cataloguing all the things I'd need to do better to make this work. All the things I'd need to change, but I haven't been going there.

Maybe I am learning something?

So what does this mean? I don't know. What do I want? I don't know . . . something? Something more definitely. Just not more of the same. I've come too far to settle for that.

[trapdoornumberthree]

Tocsin time! Everyone in this bunch has SOME connection to Tocsin, Stillborn God of Suffering. On the outskirts of town, in a densely overgrown forest, there's a weird little slime guy hanging out on his own little patch of property minding his business. If you happen to ask him what his deal is, he'll say he was one of the first Encounters, before they started documenting them right. Caught in a house fire, claims they saw god. Woke up all weird. Epifanio doesn't want anything to do with the Hero Program, though. Just wants to stay in their cozy little shed and work on their hobbies. They do run a side gig, posing as other people for the day. It's got quite the price tag, but hey. Shapeshifters are a dying art.

Closer to the edge of town, in a rickety little apartment complex, is a budding cult leader. She claims to have the heart of god, that she can hear its thoughts. She'll show you, if you need proof. The Heart of Tocsin should not be here. They are, regardless, in spite of what that means to those in the know.

The villain Mordiggian cropped up seemingly out of nowhere, claiming an old chapel as his base of operations and very aggresively flaunting himself as a hero-killer. Despite his very public (and hostile) presence, he hasn't actually done anything to get any heroes assigned to flushing him out yet... Which may be for the best.

Z has a life outside of being a college professor, but it's the thing he's most active in currently- though his passion lies in studying esoterica and conspiracy thought, an accident suffered during some field research has put him out of anything too in-depth.

But... who is Hickory? A man with no history, no affiliations. Far too much knowledge of the old gods than anyone should. REALLY cool cowboy boots. No one really knows what he means when he says he's an Avatar, but he's fine with that.

The hand sign is an old gesture meant to represent the Other Eye. Done correctly, it's intended to look like a closed eye (each finger a lash, back of hand the lid). Hick uses it kind of fast n' loose, like a peace sign.

[macaroki]

bad days ( k. bakugo x gn.reader )

" a headpats a day keep sanity at the bay, " but that's not the problem. the problem was your boyfriend being so grumpy and his attention not even for you, even just for a little.

warning(s) : some swearing word, lack of attention, a very ooc bakugo, not proofread, short drabble if you consider so.

genre : angst if you squint, fluff

pairing(s) : katsuki bakugo x gender neutral reader

a/n : i know it's todoroki's bday yesterday but i can't brainrot myself to write something for him so i am very sorry, please enjoy a very tsuntsun bakugo. and picture shown obv not mine. apologize for any grammar, character personality & story plot error. bcs i defo didnt't write this from 3AM, of course haha.... ⊂((・▽・))⊃

You didn't ask for this, never ever in your life you gonna ask for today. Today has been draining you a lot and just universe messing with you real bad, 'cause nothing seems right today. Your coffee has gone this morning and god-knew-who-tf steal them and you accidently lashed out to Bakugo as he greets you aggresively on the phone.

God, not to mention that Ectoplasm-sensei was explaining something about Mathematic's thing and added another assignment that due this month ( but honestly who would understand maths? ) and Present Mic has assigned two pairs to do some presentation that you couldn't put yout head with what was he talking about. What make it kind off worse was you're paired with Mineta.

Maybe it's not that bad right? Well, not really. But hey, at least Todoroki has warm up your cold tea that was made by Yaoyorozu that you didn't notice, but... We're not focusing about that, instead it's about your.. boyfriend? Significant other? Soulmate? You name it, but he's just being an extra total asshole this whole shitty day of yours.

Don't @ me, he's already an asshole before but today he doesn't seems like your boyfriend at all. His attention all drawn to his phone ( during any free time of his, ) and just ignoring you the whole day. During the recess, he wouldn't touch his favorite food nor throwing jerky remarks to Kaminari's dad jokes.

Okay, maybe he was really mad so who knows after school-period ended he would talk to you again, right? Oh my, jokes on you he didn't. Whenever you initiate a conversation, he would grunts or just hums as reponse. He do walk you to Height Allience like usual, but he didn't say a single thing like his vocabulary was all gone. It's feel like you're dating a mute boyfriend with no social cue right now. He literally took ' a man with few words ' in another level.

" Katsu, can you perhaps by any chances lending me your note? " You asked him as soon as both of you walking in to the common room and thankfully he did verbal response with " which subject? " - " Maths, they sucks. I don't understand today's topic, " you sighed, but somewhat grateful because he can talk afterall. " Alright, " all he said before catching up with Kirishima in the elevator, leaving you confused. Okay, you definitely need to fix something here.

As soon as you arrive to your dorms, your body fall to the comfy bed that at least willing to give you some comfort. Not even a minute passed, there's someone knocking on the door, and you didn't even brother to look up the person as you buried your face on Bakugo's hoodie that you def. didn't steal three days ago. " Oi, here's the note you asked. "

You gestured your hand to your study table, earning another grunts from him. Not too long after, you heard him ranting something about apology or maybe you were just sleepy and hearing things. " Come down for dinner later, " was the last thing you heard before you fall asleep on your beloved tsundere boyfriend's hoodie.

You woke up from the comforting weight on your body, and the hoodie that you cuddled before now replaced by the real owner. You were safely tucked under his chin and your uniform also replaced with your favorite shirt. It's weird, maybe you were high all this time and day dreaming. Maybe that's why your day was super-

" Oi, dumbass. I know you were awake, " -horrible. " I'm .. I'm sorry okay? I didn't notice you have a fucking bad day, " while his hand were mindlessly drawing shapes on your back. Hopefully you didn't mind his rapid heartbeat, cause you just didn't fail to make him blush like crazy. God forbid anyone saw or hear this because he'll be just close only to you, and you.

Maybe you were in heaven right now, or maybe you were hallucinating. But you couldn't help than cherish the moment of vulnerable Bakugo's, even though it's just a dream. Well, a human can only dream. " Are you listening to me? " He snapped you out from your thought while muttering some curse word under his breath. " Oh, y-yeah. Right, sorry. What was that about? " A sigh escaped from his lips, and his hold on your body tighten a bit.

" I said I'm sorry, dumbass. I.. fuck, I didn't mean to. " He stopped a while as he feels your face nuzzling closer to his neck. " I really.... didn't mean to ignore you all day, " he muttered with a few grunts there and there, but seeing him open about his feeling make you feel better all of the sudden. It makes you feel like trusted enough that he's more than willing to show you his vulnerable state, and it's convince you that this relationship is mutual.

Perhaps he said ' I love you ' less, but the attitude - that sounds clichè but cute honestly - where he lends you his note and even tutoring you with no hesistation asked, where he walks beside you on the road side, where he let you tugs on his shirt if you're feeling shitty on the crowd and so much more enough to tell you that he apperciate you and all.

" It's okay, you don't have to feel bad, " you assured him, at the same time cherishing the time you spent with him. " 'm just glad you're here, " and he did too.

He just can't say it but he hopes you see how he still saves you from Mineta bullshit during homeroom, how he still saves your seat on the cafeteria and bring you your favorite drink, and many other minor details that he don't even remember because everything he did with you become a habit, whether it cooking for you during weekend, or hair day on friday night.

" I'm just really glad to have you here, " you repeat again, that enough to convince him, " but next time you gotta tell me what's wrong, okay? " he muttered so softly and holding you close as he afraid to break you. Honestly, your nods already can put him in ease, knowing that small shit can be solved without arguing.

He love you for that, he truly did. Not everyone can keep up with his shitty attitude all the time, not even Kirishima sometimes, but he glad that you did. You accept him no matter how hot-headed he is, and he accept you for being so adorable and able to take his breath away as he see your figure. Before you could say anything, " now, get ya ass up and eat., " he said, yet still playing with your hair mindlessly.

" 'm tired, don't you want to carry me, hm?, " earning a flick on forehead from your beloved boyfriend. " Gotta get over the laziness dumbass, come on, " and he's right. But honestly, he didn't mind if you cling onto him for dear life, because he finds it cute, but he won't tell you that. Anyway-

Bonus :

" Yo, Bakubro! Can you lend me your phone a bit~ ? "

" Hah? The fuck you want my phone shittyhead? "

" Well, I might or might not saw your google history on how to make your s/o feel bette- "

Can you hear it? It's Kirishima screaming and holding dear life to Todoroki and Bakugo's cursing.

tysm for reading, have a nice day/night <3. don't forget to drink water & eat properly, 'kay?

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Seven)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mention of erection, heated make out, marking, grinding, mentions of suicide:( (If this makes you uncomfortable pls skip), mentions of cheating, quick blowjob, swallowing,

Notes: sorry this chapter is shorter than the last! But we only have 2 chapters left guys! And they are long!!! Sorry in advance lol. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter:) Anyway feel free to send an ask if you want to be added to the taglist or just want to chat about the story:)

Taglist: @mooniyooni @thisartemisnevermisses @giadalin @kookiebunny097 @cosmosjk @moonchild1 @just-jeon @anpanman-sonyeondan @starlight-night0 @yessii-i @apollukee @mikasaredscarf1 @kaye-rosales @bunnyjeonjk @dyriddle @seagulljk @hass-mich-los @peachy-skz0325 @wonusbitch @not-your-lion @flowersgirl02 @justinetingball @fiantomartell

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Jungkook runs his finger through your hair, his mouth hot on your neck as he leaves behind what feels like a million, slow kisses. You taste sweet and he’s reminded of the first time he got to do this with you and his heart swells at the memory. He feels you grind against him, making him impossibly harder as he grinds back. Your moans fill his ears and it sounds like a chorus of sweet, sweet music to him, he can’t help but grin into his kisses. Suddenly, the image of him kissing down your throat becomes blurry and the sound of your whines echo in the distance. He must be waking up.

Jungkook feels you hovering over him with shocked eyes and he can’t help but wonder what’s gotten into you. He can feel his head beginning to throb from the inevitable hang over that wishes to visit and he raises a hand over it. You continue to look down at him and that’s when he notices it. Them. The hickeys that spread across your skin and he goes absolutely pale.

He looks back at you with wide eyes but he can’t help but feel pride bloom all throughout his body as he looks at how he has marked you but those petals quickly shrivel up when he realizes how badly he must have messed up.

“Oh fuck.” He says under his breath.

“Yeah. ‘Oh fuck’” you repeat back.

Jungkook lifts himself up, leaning on his arms as he takes another look at the bruises that cover your skin. He releases a shaky breath contemplating what to say.

“Drunk.” His eyes slide to the side, “We were really…drunk.”

You narrow your eyes for a split second then look at him with ease,

“Yeah…right…drunk.” You quickly agree.

Jungkook and you share a moment of a silence, admiring one another’s work on the other. You hesitantly reach out, your fingers coming in contact with the side of his neck, brushing against his soft skin.

“This ones huge…I’m sorry.” You say, not sounding entirely sorry. A slight smirk graces your features.

“Ha, you don’t look very sorry.” Jungkook grabs a hold of your hand, “Plus, you don’t even want to see what I did to you.”

You retreat your hand back to touch your own skin, you shuffle out of the sheets and stand from the bed. You walk towards the little mirror over by Jungkook’s closet and take a look.

You audibly gasp, the purple marks that spread across your neck and collarbone are ones for the books.

“What the hell Jeon! How am I supposed to walk out of here today! Everyone’s going to see this!” you gesture towards yourself. “Oh my god.” You turn back to look in the mirror. “This is horrible.”

Jungkook leaves the bed to join you at the mirror,

“Holy shit.” He looks at himself, “I’m not any better!” he throws his hands up but he’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing! You watch in disbelief as he chuckles the fucking day away.

You watch him and you can’t help but start to laugh too. This is just so ridiculous.

“Wait wait…” Jungkook calms down, suddenly becoming serious. “We didn’t do anything else…right?”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn’t you also remember?”

“You’re the girl! Can’t you like tell…if we…” He motions his hands between your bodies.

“Oh my god. No, we didn’t do anything else. Do you really not remember everything?” you ask with a frown.

“I feel like I do…but I was just being you know, sure.”

Jungkook wishes he could remember everything in great detail but the reality is he was really drunk and some moments are hazier than others. Which is a fucking shame because he wants to remember the first moment you caressed his skin to his lips on yours.

“Do you remember everything?”

“I remember enough.” You admit.

You were drunk, yes. But the memory of you and Jungkook is almost crystal clear and fresh in your mind.

“Bottom line is…we were really drunk and drunk people do stuff like that all the time.” Your hands go to your hips, “I mean, I’ve literally made out with Trina before. Don’t feel special.” You wink, your tone is light and teasing and Jungkook finds you amusing.

“Just two drunk idiots.” Jungkook grins. “So no acting weird.”

“I won’t be weird, will you?”

“I’ll try my best.” He chuckles.

“I’m serious Jungkook, we can be cool about this…” you give him a smile, “It’s not like we haven’t—”

“Stop…” Jungkook lifts his hand up, “I get it.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Your small smile fades, your heart pinches. He never wants to talk about it, did he hate it that much?

“Right…” You begin walking closer towards him and he steps back, your heart pinching once again. “Well, lend me a fucking turtle neck or something so I can get outta here.”

Jungkook smirks down at you as he walks to his closet.

“Fine. Hopefully I have two…I have a black and a white one right?” he asks you from inside his closet.

“Shit, I think I have your white one at my place…”

“I don’t think Nick owns any…”

“Why do you need one? Just stay home today.”

“I’m supposed to meet Vanessa later…”

Your heart doesn’t just pinch this time, it sinks. Deep down into your lower belly until its falling to the ground.

“Oh.”

“I’ll find a scarf or some shit.”

“I’ll bring you your white one, don’t worry.”

“Really? Thanks y/n.” Jungkook walks out of his closet smiling at you, his black turtle neck draped over his arm. “Here.” He hands it over to you.

“Turn around.”

Jungkook raises a brow at you until realization hits him.

“Okay.” He whispers out.

You quickly change into the long sleeve shirt and let Jungkook know he can turn back around.

“I feel like I should make you breakfast or something…” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, standing here awkwardly.

“Really Jungkook?” you laugh out, “And what would you make me?”

“I think Nick has some toaster waffles.” Jungkook offers with a grin.

“I’m good. I’m gonna head out but I will be back with your shirt!”

“Sounds good, I’ll walk you out.”

You two nod at one another, exiting the bedroom and walking towards the front door. You stop to say goodbye and Jungkook steps into your space, wrapping his arms around you.

“See you in a bit.” He whispers.

“Yeah.” You pull back and smile at him. “See you in a bit.”

~~~~~

“Why the fuck are you wearing a black turtle neck in the middle of August?”

It’s Trina, if you haven’t guessed. It’s the first thing you hear when you step into your apartment, she is over to hang with Holly you’re assuming.

“I was a bit chilly.” You lie through your teeth, giving her a strained smile.

“Take it off.” Trina commands.

“Trina…” Holly warns softly, she’s got her hand on Trina’s shoulder and you can’t help but giggle.

“Wait, your date was last night, right? With this ‘Min Yoongi’? Ooooh, did things go well?” Trina whistles out.

“It wasn’t a date, I already told you…” you whine as you walk into the living room, sitting on the sofa.

“But it did go well! I had a really nice time.” You admit softly, smiling at the memory of your ‘thank you outing’. “He’s so cool and so sweet.” Your eyes light up, “He owns the record shop a few shops away from the bakery!”

“Owns it? Like it’s his?” Holly asks, she shares a pleased smile with Trina.

“Yes, like it’s his.”

“He sounds like a man. Marry him.” Trina gives you an aggresive thumbs up.

“Chill dude.” You laugh. “I think he and I could become really good friends…and…”

“And?”

“Well, you never know.” Your eyes shift to the side as you smirk. “The world is full of mystery.”

Trina smiles brightly, “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”

“I’m saying that there’s not not a chance…”

“I’LL TAKE IT!” Trina lifts up Holly’s hand and high fives herself with it. “Whatever isn’t Jungkook.” She finishes with a grin and you feel your whole body go stiff.

“Trina…” you frown, “I really don’t like when you say stuff like that. Jungkook is a good person. He just…he messed up, yes. But he’s trying.”

“He hurt you.” Trina’s tone goes serious. “How could you forgive him for that?”

“I’m trying too. But I am able to try because I know him…he wouldn’t just hurt me without him having his own reasons…and I love him, T. Like as friends, of course but also…”

“I know.” Trina goes soft, “I know.”

Holly clasps her hands together, “And that’s that! How about we make some food and chit chat some more over some mimosas!”

“I love that idea.” You say.

“But seriously girl, please go change out of that turtle neck…you’re making me sweat just looking at you.” Trina says.

Right, the turtle neck. You told Jungkook you would drop off his white one…well, you gotta find it first.

“Okay, but I have to run an errand first then we can hang.”

“An errand?” Both girls look at you quizzically.

“Don’t worry about it.” Great, now you sound like Jungkook.

~~~~~

Within the hour you are quickly dropping off Jungkook’s shirt off at his place and going back to yours. He answered the door in nothing but his towel again and you tried so hard not to drool. You recall the night before when your fingers were dragging down his chest and his toned stomach. You felt every ab beneath your fingertips. Fuck, that felt good. You’re home now, you shake your head trying to rid yourself of thoughts of Jungkook’s body. But with a body like that? It’s so so hard. Just like how he was…STOP. You shake off these thoughts and try to pay attention to what Holly is saying.

“—And then I turned it in anyway and still got an A!”

“That’s amazing Holly.” You say, trying to act like you weren’t just having impure thoughts.

“Yeah, you totally kick ass.” Trina says.

You girls are a few mimosas in, you feel the champagne starting to work its wonderful magic on you but unfortunately it is making you start to sweat. You want to take off this damn turtleneck.

“I’ll be right back.” You say quickly before retreating to your bedroom. You find a baggy t-shirt and slip it on. This feels much better! But god damn. These marks on your skin are something else. You rush to the bathroom and try to cover some with makeup but it’s hardly helping. Fuck.

“Welp, maybe they won’t notice.” You whisper to yourself.

You walk back out into the living room and you notice both Holly and Trina’s eyes go comically wide.

“Wow, that date did go better than you thought!” Trina starts whooping and hollering.

“Wow y/n.” Holly really does look shocked.

Okay, so maybe they did notice. You feel so self conscious all of the sudden, your hands flying up to your neck to cover yourself.

“It’s—It’s not what it looks like.” You stammer out.

“It looks like this Yoongi guy is really into marking!” Trina yells out with a grin.

“Yoongi is really into marking…” Holly eyes you with horror in her eyes.

“Yoongi! Yoongi! Yoongi!” Trina begins chanting, she looks over at Holly and lightly taps her thigh to get her to start chanting the name as well.

“Guys…” You whine into your hands, “It wasn’t Yoongi.” You must be admitting that because you’ve had a few mimosas.

Silence. The room falls undeniably quiet.

“Wait what?” Trina asks, her wide grin beginning to fade.

“Did you meet with someone else last night?” Holly begins to pry.

“Did you go to a bar or something and meet a rando?”

“Did you bump into someone on the street?”

“Did you call up and old boyfriend? An old hookup?”

“Guys!” You yell out, “I met up with Jungkook last night!”

Once again, the room goes silent.

“You what?” Trina asks plainly, “What does that have to do with the hickeys on your neck?”

“Really Trina?” your head falls into your hands, “We kind of…”

“You guys fucked? Really?” Trina’s serious tone is back.

“No! We just got really drunk and made out! That’s it!”

“But is that really it for you?” To your surprise, it’s Holly who asks this.

“It’s fine. We were just drunk. We decided not to be weird about it. And we won’t.”

“How can you be sure of that?” Trina asks, her voice gone soft.

“Because I will text him in a few days, he’s going to text back. Or I’ll call and he will answer like normal. I’ll ask to hang out or something and we will just be two friends who hang. It will go just like that!”

Except it doesn’t go like that at all. A few days pass and you decided to text Jungkook in the morning after you woke up. You don’t expect to hear back from him for a couple of hours since he will probably sleep in. But hours and hours go by and it’s the afternoon now and you still haven’t heard from him.

“You have reached the voicemail box of…” You click the end button on your phone again for like, the 6thtime. Why isn’t Jungkook answering? It’s a Wednesday afternoon, you know you remember him saying he had today off for some reason so what is he up to? Even if he was with Vanessa, would he really ignore you like this? 6 calls in a row?

You decide to try Jimin, maybe they’re together. You look him up in your ‘Favorites’ and click clack away to calling him. After several rings the boy finally answers,

“Hey.” He says somewhat out of breath, “I’m working, what’s up?”

“Hey it’s nothing really…” you begin, “But have you heard from Jungkook…? I can’t get a hold of him…”

“Huh? No? Maybe he’s just, I don’t know, busy babe.” You can hear Jimin directing some poor child of his wrong moves on the other side of the phone.

“Look, I gotta go. But just try again in a little while, okay?”

“Can you try calling him for me?”

“Huh? Uh, sure. I’ll let you know later. Love you, bye.” Jimin hangs up and you’re left with your phone to your ear, talking to no one.

It’s Wednesday evening now, you and Holly are sharing a pie while watching some weird show on Netflix that Holly insists is good. You’re three episodes in and you’re starting to wonder when the ‘good’ part happens. It’s mostly just been weird but Holly seems invested in it. You’re trying to keep your mind busy, the thought of Jungkook making you feel antsy. You just wanted to call and see if he wanted to chill together…to prove things aren’t going to be weird between you two. Is he really going to be so fucking immature? Big deal, you made out. But to go this far to ignore you? You can’t help but feel so fucking anxious. He won’t ghost you again right?

You mindlessly stick your fork in the pie repeatedly when you feel your phone buzz. Thank God, some sort of reason to look away from this show, you think.

Jimin 6:22pm

Hey, I got a hold of Jungkook…

What the hell? So he answered to Jimin?!

Jimin 6:22pm

It’s probably best to let him be today babe, today is…not a good day

You click off your phone and throw it on the cushion to your side because what the hell does that mean? Not a good day? If he’s not having a good day then shouldn’t he like, lean on you? Wait, you’re asking for too much right? You mean, you’re the one who set boundaries. But if he’s having a bad day why ignore you? You throw the fork in the pie and set it next to Holly, she looks at you mortified that you would just throw your fucking fork. You stand to your feet and start heading to your room.

“Uh, where are you going? Things are just getting good.” Holly whines.

“I’ll be back in a little while Hol, just gotta do something real quick.” You call out from behind you, entering your room to change into some clean clothes.

Once you’re ready you grab your purse and your keys and head towards the front door, and out to your car.

It’s a really quick drive to Jungkook’s apartment, he lives so close to you it’s ridiculous. He couldn’t find an apartment that was further away from his old one? Well, still…you’re grateful it’s a short drive. You wonder how you’ll confront Jungkook. He isn’t the best at opening up so you have to go about this strategically. But knowing you, you’ll be anything but strategic. It’s just with Jungkook you really have to force it out of him—whatever it is. Even then you may get nothing.

You find a parking spot a little a ways from the building, it’s a nice refreshing two minute walk to get inside to find and ride the elevator. You remember riding this elevator with nick and oh god, cringe. You cringe so fucking hard. Speak of the devil, he’s who answers the front door after your insistent knocking.

“Oh hey y/n. What’s up?” Nick’s eyes dart from you to the rest of the hallway. “Is it just you?” he asks, “Jungkook isn’t here…”

“Can I wait inside until he gets home?” you blurt out.

“Uh, sure…” Nick opens the door wider for you to enter. You breeze past him, taking off your shoes at the entrance and make your way to the couch. Damn, you are a woman on a mission.

“Can I get you some water?” Nick offers as he closes the door.

“Sure.”

Nick comes into the living room with a glass full of water and you couldn’t be more grateful. You didn’t even realize how dry your mouth has gotten, the anticipation of Jungkook’s arrival making you nervous.

“Do you know where he went?” you take the glass from Nick and gulp down like half the glass. “He hasn’t answered me all day.”

“Wait, he doesn’t know you’re here?” Nick asks in panicked surprise. “Should you really be here? He might be with Vanessa or like, coming back with her…”

“It’s fine. I’m waiting, is that okay?” you nibble on your lips, waiting for his response.

“Yeah, I guess.” Nick shrugs, “I’ll be in my room if that’s okay? You can watch whatever on TV or like, whatever.” He smiles at you, gesturing towards the TV.

“I’ll be fine Nick.” You smile back.

More than an hour passes, a god damn miserable hour of you sitting on Jungkook and Nicks couch when you finally hear the front door being unlocked. Jungkook.

You straighten up when you hear the door beginning to open, the soft creak sounding a million times louder in your ears.

Jungkook walks through and you notice he is alone, and you sigh in relief. His shoulders are slumped and his head hangs low as he takes his shoes off and you immediately sink in your spot. What’s with him? So, you stand to your feet and clear your throat and he doesn’t even flinch. He just continues walking inside, finding his way into the kitchen. You watch as he opens up a cabinet and reaches for a glass, next he’s fishing the fridge for some fresh water and filling up his cup. He takes a few sips of his water before his dark eyes find you.

“What are you doing here?” his low voice sends a shiver down your spine.

“You went ghost on me today…I was worried.” You leave the living room to walk into the kitchen as well.

“I…” he begins as he sets the glass on the counter. “I didn’t ghost you.”

“How could I be so sure?” you step closer to him, “How come you answered Jimin but not me?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words, like a deer caught in headlights. He blinks at you repeatedly until he tries forming words.

“It’s nothing personal.” He settles for. “Can we talk tomorrow, y/n?”

“Where did you go today?” God, why do you sound like some weird, possessive girlfriend? You cringe at your own words.

“It doesn’t matter.” Jungkook’s eyes darken again, his voice low.

“It matters to me.”

Jungkook looks down at the floor and you notice him take a few deep breaths, like he is struggling to find a steady one.

“Talk to me, Jungkook.” You reach out to him, your fingers finding his and he flinches at your touch. “What’s wrong? Please talk to me.”

“I….” Jungkook’s voice cracks and you wish you could bring him in to hug you but you don’t. You just let him continue.

“I…have nothing to say.”

Oh. Of course. Of fucking course. Of course Jungkook chooses to stay silent. Of course he chooses not to talk to you.

“Is it Vanessa?” you finally find the courage to ask, “Did you two break—”

“No, we’re fine.” He cuts in. Jungkook frees himself from your hand and looks up at you with a strained smile, “I’m fine, y/n.”

Now, you shouldn’t feel upset. Or angry. But you do, you fucking do. It’s been almost 4 years of this same bullshit where he cannot open up to you and its starting to feel insulting.

“You’re…” you step closer to him again but he takes a step back until he’s backed into the counter. “You aren’t fine. Please talk to me, Jungkook.” You try to say calmly but you think the rage is a little evident in your voice.

“Nothing to talk about.”

“Is it because I’m a girl?”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, not knowing what you mean by that. Yeah, that was a stupid thing to assume but you aren’t smart right now.

“You can’t confide in girls because you have trust issues? You know, because of your mom…how she left you…”

“Stop.”

“That’s it right?” You volume increases as your anger shows, “Are you fucking serious? When have I ever made you feel like you couldn’t trust me? When have I ever fucking left you?”

“Shut up.”

“No! And yeah your mom left you so you like, don’t trust girls I guess but god damn, Jungkook maybe it’s time to get over—”

“I said shut up!” Jungkook’s voice rises to a volume you have never experienced with him before.

“Have you tried looking for her?” you continue to speak, not realizing you are making everything worse.

“I know where she is.” He states, his nostrils flaring.

You flail your arms around, “Then go fucking talk to her.”

Jungkook looks at you with an unreadable expression, his shoulders to his ears and his fists balled up at his sides. He’s quiet. Too quiet. His breaths are beyond shaky and you finally notice it.

Jungkook’s eyes are glossed over and you think you may have gone too far. His lip begins trembling and he tries to speak but no words come out. He struggles to speak to you and it makes you blink at him like an idiot. Why can’t he speak?

“Jung—”

Jungkook lifts a hand up to stop you from talking any further. He inhales sharp breaths and releases shaky ones. His eyes are full of tears but none fall. He stares down at the ground just trying to do something as easy as breathing, but he falls short.

“Jung—”

“Please.” He croaks out. Jungkook walks to the couch and sits down, his head falling into his hands and you aren’t entirely sure at first but after a few moments you really realize…he is softly and quietly crying. Your Jungkook who never cries in front of anyone is sitting on his living room couch crying. You’re speechless. You also don’t know what to do. Do you try to comfort him? Do you leave him alone? But how could you leave him alone when he sits on his fucking living room couch sniffling away?

You hesitantly walk towards the sofa and take a seat next to him. He doesn’t lift his head to look at you, just continues crying into his hands. You don’t have to think about it, you reach your hand to rub soothing circles on his back and start whispering words of comfort in his ear.

Several moments pass when Jungkook finally lifts his head from his hands, but he still doesn’t look at you.

“Mom…” he clears his throat. “Mom didn’t just leave us. She left everything. She left me.”

“I know Jungkook…I’m sorry… I just lashed out on you, you can heal at your own pace and if she wants to see you again, she will.” You continue to rub his back.

“No, you don’t get it.” Jungkook murmurs. “Mom was hurting a lot. You know?” he begins to get choked up, his throat burning.

“Dad cheated, yes. But he was also neglectful of her and she was in a lot of pain,” he sniffs repeatedly, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“She felt like she had no one, not even me.” Jungkook face scrunches up as he resists more tears.

“She couldn’t even rely on me.”

Fuck. You know where this is going. It is all starting to make sense.

“Mom killed herself when I was 16.” Jungkook finally says, his voice barely above a whisper, like he was too afraid to say it out loud. Like it made it more real.

“Dad didn’t take it well…he started drinking and I rarely saw him around…I had to take care of myself.” Jungkook finally lets the tears fall.

“I hated him. I still do.” Jungkook clenches his jaw.

You sit on the couch unable to comprehend what Jungkook has gone through. You feel like the biggest bitch alive. You forced your best friend to reopen his wounds in front of you and you had the audacity to pour salt in them.

“Jungkook I’m so—”

“Forget it.” He’s quick to cut you off. You stare at him with wide eyes, your own tears staining your cheeks.

“Please leave me alone for a while.” He whispers and immediately you stop him from rising from the couch.

“No!” you pull him back down. He doesn’t even resist, he falls back to your side and you lead his head to rest on your beating chest.

“I’m here for you, Jungkook.”

And that’s it. That’s what it took for Jungkook to scrunch and twist his face until more tears begin flowing out of his swollen eyes. He cries into your shirt, wetting the material.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” You pat his head, your fingers weaving through his dark locks.

Jungkook cries like this for several minutes, until he’s wiping away his tears and snot with his shirt sleeve. He rises from your chest and looks at you with a painful expression.

“Today is mom’s birthday.” He admits.

Fuck.

“I went to her grave today…” he sniffles, “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you before. It’s just…” he starts crying again, “Saying it out loud. Makes it real, don’t you think?” His face is swollen and puffy from his tears and you can’t stop your own tears from sliding down your cheeks.

“Jungkook, I’m so, so sorry.” You feel awful. You can’t even fathom what he has gone through…

“It’s okay, this was bound to happen eventually right?” he laughs awkwardly, snot still dripping from his nose.

“I shouldn’t have forced it out of you…God, I am so sorry.”

“I…” Jungkook’s eyes refill with tears as he tries to speak again, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I really am. I tried so many times but I just couldn’t say it out loud. I just couldn’t.” The tears fall down his face once again, “I tried.” He begins to cry harder. “I really tried y/n.”

You heart breaks. This is a sight you never want to see again but if anyone has to see it you want it to be you.

“Baby…” you whisper. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“You’d never leave me…right?” Jungkook chokes on his words as he speaks. “I couldn’t handle it.”

You shut your eyes as you think about what Jungkook has gone through. You think about why he’s been so closed off and why he has troubles with people sometimes—especially girls.

“I wouldn’t ever leave you.” You say in promise. “You’re too important to me.”

Jungkook’s face falls back into your chest, he cries into your shirt for several more minutes as you rub his back and play with his hair.

“Wasn’t I important to mom too?” You hear him whisper.

Your heart breaks even more.

“Of course you were, Jungkook.” You try to save, “I know she must have loved you a lot.”

“Then why?”

“She must of thought you were going to be strong enough without her…” Your fingers thread through his hair again, “And you are. But you know, you aren’t completely without her…” Your hand goes to his chest, over his beating heart.

“She’s here too, with you.”

And with that, Jungkook sobs harder. Like, it’s the first time he’s cried over this. And you wonder if it is. He’s gripping on to your shirt so tightly as he releases intense sob after the other. Your heart continues to fucking break.

“I’m here. I’m here.”

It’s been quiet the last 30 minutes, neither you nor Jungkook have spoken. He’s not even crying anymore, just lightly sniffling every now and then. You wonder if he has fallen asleep. You wouldn’t be surprised, all that crying will take out all the energy out of a person…

You lean your head down to get a look at Jungkook’s peaceful face…he is sleeping. You feel yourself relax as you continue to play with his hair. He needs the rest, you think.

You feel your own eye lids getting heavy and you let yourself fall asleep as well. Jungkook snuggles deeper into your side, his face nuzzling in your chest and you hold him tighter. You two sleep like this for many hours until you’re being woken up at the sound of the blender going.

The living room is lit up with sunlight and your eyes blink lazily. You realize Jungkook isn’t sleeping with you anymore and you start to panic. Where did he go? Then the blender goes off again and you decide to stand from the couch, even though your body feels so heavy.

Jungkook is in the kitchen when you walk over, he’s got his back turned to you and you creep up behind him.

“Boo.” You say, wrapping your arms around him.

“When will you realize that will never work on me?” Jungkook lightly chuckles, “Sorry to wake you up. I figure I could make us some fruit smoothies.” He turns around in your hold. You eye him up and notice how puffy his eyes are and you feel your heart drop.

“Fruit smoothie sounds delicious.” You squeeze him tighter and Jungkook laughs a wonderful laugh. It’s loud and full and filled with joy.

“Hug me back.”

Jungkook smiles down at you and circles his arms around your waist, “Sorry, sorry.”

You smile back up at him and lean your head on his body, he feels so warm it could melt you.

“About last night…” Jungkook begins pulling away from you, “I’m sorry I kind of…”

“You don’t have to apologize.” You cut in. “It’s my fault.”

“No y/n…I’m glad things happened the way they did. I actually feel so much better.” He admits, “Lighter, even.”

“Oh? Well, good. But I am still so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay baby.” He goes back in to hug you tighter. You feel his strong arms hold on to you and you want to stay like this forever. You would if you could. But—

“Shit. What time is it?” You step back from him, digging in your pocket for your phone. “Holy hell, I’m going to be late for work.”

“Then get going. I’ll text you later?” Jungkook asks with hope filling his eyes.

“Yeah.” You smile.

~~~~~~

Work was lame as usual, nothing eventful happened. Yoongi must have been too busy at the shop today since he didn’t come in for cookies. You decide you will go see him at the record shop tomorrow but for now…you’re dealing with something else—someone else.

“Oh? You thought Trina wouldn’t tell me?” It’s Jimin. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed with a popsicle between his lips. “Huh Miss Hickeys?”

“Jimin.” You drag his name out, “It’s not a big deal!” you throw your hands up in exasperation. “We were just really drunk and it didn’t mean anything. Just two drunk idiots.”

“Idiots, for sure.” Jimin sucks on the tip of the popsicle while he speaks.

“Seriously, it isn’t a big deal. We’re both over it.”

“Are you? You like him and he…fuck, this is getting so ridiculous. Promise me, just promise me…you will tell him the truth? You might be sur—”

“Jimin, stop.”

Jimin huffs out a deep, long breath and rolls his eyes at you.

“No.” he says matter of fact. “I won’t stop until you two talk.”

“Anyway there’s something more important we need to talk about…” you begin, “He told me about his mom.”

Jimin’s expression goes from shocked to guilty. He takes a few moments to finish the popsicle, biting the last inch or two and throwing the stick in the trashcan.

“I know. He told me.”

“Oh.”

“He’s been wanting to tell you for a long time y/n…but he just—”

“I know. It must have been really hard for him…all this time…”

“Yeah.” Jimin bows his head, “Me and Tae are the only ones who know because we were friends with him when it happened. That’s the only reason why or else I’m not sure anyone would know.”

“Is that…is that Jungkook’s secret? That you three…”

Jimin’s eyes expand as he realizes what you are talking about.

“N-No.” He admits softly, “That’s something else. That’s something Jungkook will definitely have to tell you on his own and trust me if you guys just talked…”

You tilt your head in confusion. What’s the correlation?

“Anyway, Jimin has Jungkook ever cried to you? About it all?” you ask, curiosity getting the best of you.

“He didn’t even cry at the funeral y/n.”

Fuck. You had a feeling. But knowing for sure is a whole other thing. The way Jungkook broke down in front of you felt like it was his first time and maybe it was and that makes your heart ache.

“Did he…cry? In front of you?” Jimin asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah…”

“Oh… he must really trust you.”

You only nod your head in response.

“If you guys just learned to communicate better…I’m really rooting for you two.”

Your heart swells at Jimin’s little confession and you nod your head again, this time with tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Thanks Jimin.” Finally, you feel supported. And it makes you breathe just a little easier.

“I know things haven’t always been easy with you two ever since the Tae thing…but honestly this goes back even further. Doesn’t it?”

“Yeah. We…I don’t know what’s with us.” You chuckle bitterly.

“I do. And I am going to force you two to talk one of these days. I swear on it. I will give you guys some time but damn babe, this is just…” Jimin releases a long breath. “Just don’t give up, okay?”

“Can’t you just tell me?” you don’t mean to sound like you are begging but you kind of do.

“No. It’s truly truly not my place.”

“I can’t just assume what you are talking about, you know? I can’t hope for the best then get crushed. That’s too scary, Jimin.”

“I understand babe.” Jimin scoots closer to you until he’s within arms-reach and caresses your calve. “Just talk to him, please.”

“Too scary.”

“One of these days one of you will have the courage.”

~~~~~~

“And what could be in this little baggy of yours?” Yoongi grins, showing his wonderful gummy smile.

“I brought you 2 cookies Mister Oatmeal Raisin!” You shake the little bag in front of his face in a teasing manner and he chuckles.

“What did I do to deserve your kindness?” He takes the baggy from you and inspects both cookies. “You decided not to be bratty today?” he questions with a smile. “These cookies are perfect.”

You decided to visit the record shop today, on this fine afternoon. It’s one of those days where it’s cloudy and looks like it could rain but it never does. You love days like that.

“This place looks so nice!” you say, bobbing your head around to get a proper look.

“There’s a section where you can sit and drink coffee…it’s not much but its cozy. Wanna check it out?” Yoongi offers, gesturing towards the other side of the shop.

“Yeah.” You say, “Lead the way.”

He guides you to the other side of the shop next to a window. There’s a table for two and he’s right—it is cozy looking.

You sit down and wait for Yoongi as he fetches two coffees, which you are so excited about since you have a fucking addiction.

He sets a cup down in front of you and takes his seat.

“So any new happy moments in life? Anything new to be grateful for?”

“I—”

“That’s a trick question,” Yoongi’s eyes go small as he smiles widely, “There’s always new moments to be grateful for.”

You can’t help but laugh, you bring the steaming hot coffee to your mouth and you blow on the liquid multiple times before bringing it to your lips and taking a sip.

“Yes I guess so.” You smile.

“And what are they?”

“I’m grateful the sun is hiding today, I like the clouds a lot.”

“I love that.” Yoongi takes a sip of his own coffee. “What else?”

“I’m happy you brought me coffee.”

“I’m glad I somehow made it on your list of things.”

“What about you?” you ask.

“I’m grateful my A.C is working again!” he laughs, “It was actually broken for a couple days and I had like 5 fans plugged in around the place. I don’t think anyone wanted to come in here.”

“Oh no! Well, I’m glad it’s working!”

“How are things with your friend Jungkook? You guys were complicated last time I checked.”

You raise your brows in surprise that Yoongi would bring up Jungkook. But somehow you also aren’t surprised, it seems Yoongi takes a genuine interest in your life.

“We’re actually doing okay…” You bring the coffee back to your lips, taking another sip when—

“Have you told him your feelings yet?” Yoongi casually takes a gulp of coffee as you choke on yours.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry…was that too forward?” Yoongi sets his cup down. “To be fair, you both are very obvious.

“What do you means us ‘both’?” You grab a napkin and wipe your chin where coffee dribbled.

“He clearly likes you too.” Yoongi stares at you as you stare back with a blank expression, and he laughs. “You two remind me of myself and someone I used to know.”

“Used to?”

“We were never on the same page…too many missed opportunities that it ruined anything we could have had.” Yoongi frowns for a split second before breaking out into a soft, gummy smile. “I’d hate to see that happen to you.”

“Yoongi—”

“But if it does then better for me?” he whispers with a smile in his voice.

“What do you mean by—”

“Oh. But he has a girlfriend, right?” Yoongi cuts you off with his question.

“Not exactly but basically…”

Vanessa. Your stomach drops at the mention of her and you hate it. Why does she have to have such a strong affect on you? Why does she even have to exist? You mean, she can exist but maybe not in your life—or Jungkook’s life.

Suddenly, the doors bell goes off with a ding and Yoongi is smiling brightly at whoever just walked in. You continue to sip your coffee not giving it much mind.

“Taehyung!” Yoongi shouts out, standing from his chair to wave over his friend.

Wait, Taehyung? He can’t mean the same Taehyung—

“y/n?”

Oh shit. You turn around in your seat and your face falls when you see him. Even on this cloudy day his skin is so golden like the sun is shining down on him, he looks bright and beautiful. As usual.

“Hi Taehyung.” You wave awkwardly. He can immediately tell how uncomfortable you are, his face deepening into a frown.

“I can come by later…” he offers to you.

“No, no. Don’t be ridiculous.” You try smiling but it’s quite tense.

Yoongi looks between you two and he points between your bodies.

“You two know each other?”

“We went to school together, had mutual friends blah blah blah.” You say.

Taehyung only agrees with the nod of his head. Yoongi blinks at your two and opens his mouth to say ‘Ah.’ And heads to the back for another cup of coffee.

“How have you been y/n?” Taehyung asks awkwardly, he shifts from one foot to the other as he stands here.

“Pretty good, I think.”

“You think?” he chuckles. “Hey, sorry if my texts bother you…”

“They don’t.” you say honestly. “Sorry I don’t always reply.”

“It’s okay, I understand. How’s…Jungkook?” Taehyung eyes shoot down to the floor. “He doesn’t answer my texts either. It really hurts to see years of friendship go down the drain…”

“He’s mad at you Tae,” You begin, “But I think one of these days he will chill out.” You laugh and this makes Taehyung ease up.

“He really fucking loves you.”

“Well we are best friends… sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“We kind of stopped talking for a little while but we’re back to being friends.” You try explaining but Yoongi is walking back in with a cup of coffee in hand. He hands it to Taehyung, which he accepts gratefully.

“You’re here for that new Jazz mix record, right? I have it behind the counter for you.” Yoongi says to Taehyung and Taehyung only gives him a thumbs up. He eyes you curiously, wondering what the hell happened between you and Jungkook.

“I have to get back to work boys!” You stand from the table, “Thanks for the coffee Yoongs”

Yoongi smiles at the new nickname.

“And maybe I’ll see you around, Tae?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung gives you his signature boxy grins and you feel like maybe things all around are getting better. Just maybe.

~~~~~

Jungkook has his hands knotted in Vanessa’s hair as she chokes on his cock, her lips wrapped around it fully.

“Fuck.” Jungkook whines out, “I’m so close.”

Vanessa only moans in response, she continues to bob her head up and down on his dick making his orgasm approach quickly.

“Gonna come, gonna come.”

And he does, he comes down her throat and she swallows it all perfectly. Only a drop or two left behind on her lips which she quickly wipes away with her fingers.

Vanessa stands to her feet and Jungkook pulls her in for a quick kiss.

“That was good…” he says, somewhat out of breath.

“Glad.” She says smoothly, going in for another kiss. This time she lingers, her lips lasting for a moment longer on his.

Vanessa’s fingers brush against his neck, she traces the outline of one last bruise left on the side below his ear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” she smiles coyly. “You two sure are weird.” She says flatly.

“Vanessa…”

“It’s fine. I know you know I still see him. It’s not like we agreed to be exclusive.” She taps her skinny fingers on his chest.

“But we are trying aren’t we? To make this work?”

“You aren’t trying very hard, are you?” the amusement in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook.

“He cheated on you, Vanessa. Why are you still seeing him? I thought you said he has a girlfriend now?”

Vanessa pauses her tapping on his chest, her eyes go wide for a second. Like, for a second she wasn’t void of emotion.

“He does.” She says smoothly before she begins tapping her fingers against his chest again.

“He cheated on me with this girl.” She admits, “Little does this bitch know—”

“Is that healthy? Getting revenge?” Jungkook asks, concern lacing his voice.

Vanessa continues to tap her fingers as she narrows her eyes at Jungkook.

“You want to talk to me about what’s healthy?” her empty laugh fills the room.

“I want you to stop.” Jungkook’s hands go to her hips, “Let’s be exclusive, Vanessa.”

“I can’t stop…” she whispers softly, “I can’t let go.”

Jungkook observes Vanessa for a few moments, she looks as vulnerable as she did the first time she talked about her ex with him. He feels sorry for her. He really does want her to move on, for her own sake.

“You can move forward, Vanessa. You have me.”

Vanessa looks into his eyes, studying his serious expression. She can tell he means well but…she doesn’t have him. She never will.

“Please Vanessa, we can make this work.” He begs, yes begs.

Vanessa tilts her head to the side. Oh? This must be his desperation talking, she thinks. His desperation to get over you. She knows this. And she doesn’t hold it against him and instead she decides to help him.

“Okay, let’s make this work.”

~~~~~~~

y/n 8:09pm

On a scale of 1-10 how bad do you wanna watch spirited away right now?

Jungkook 8:15pm

11 girl don’t play

y/n 8:16pm

I thought so, I think this means you need to come over and watch it w meeee

Jungkook 8:20pm

Lemme shower and I’ll be over:)

y/n 8:22pm

Bring beer pllllssss

Jungkook 8:42pm

On my way

y/n 8:45pm

Drive safe bb

It’s around 9pm exactly when you hear soft knocking on the front door. You scurry towards the door and open it, finding Jungkook on the other side. He is wearing your favorite gray puma sweat suit and his hair is wavy and damp. He smiles at you when he sees you eyeing him up and down.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

“Wow, what a classic line Jungkook. Real original.” You scoff, letting the boy through.

Jungkook walks in, setting down a case of beer on the breakfast table.

“I brought our favorite.” He gestures towards the beer on the table. “Let’s drink it while it’s nice and chilly.”

“Agreed. I already have the movie set up.” You point towards the T.V “Ready for our viewing pleasure.”

“Where’s Holly?” Jungkook takes two beers from the case, handing one over to you.

“Her and Trina went out to some bar, I didn’t feel like going.” You take the beer and twist off the cap, Jungkook does the same. You two clank the bottles together in cheers and take a few sips.

“Ah.” You say, the refreshing beer making you feel well, refreshed.

“Because you don’t feel like going to a bar? Or because you would rather hang out with me?” Jungkook smirks, taking another sip of his beer.

“Because I didn’t feel like getting pretty.” You bring the beer to your lips, but you don’t drink from the bottle, just waiting for a response instead.

“You’re always pretty.”

You take a sip of the beer, feeling satisfied with his response. “I know.” You half joke.

“Let’s go to a bar.” Jungkook blurts out.

“W-What?”

“Let’s go in our lounge clothes.” He smiles, “Let’s just do it.”

“No!” you laugh out, “We look like slobs. Well, I do. You look…” your hand motions towards his body, “You know, you look…”

“Are you trying to say I’m hot, y/n?” Jungkook’s sly smile grows as he drinks his beer.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out.

“Well, I think the same of you. So let’s go.”

You can’t help but laugh, you continue to drink your beer back, the liquid settling nicely.

“Okay. Fuck it, let’s do it.” You can’t help but grin, the idea of going to a bar in yoga pants and a t shirt with your sort of best friend sounds so great to you.

“But maybe a little makeup…” Jungkook starts chuckling as you hit his arm with your fist.

“Shut up.”

The bar is mostly pretty casual, maybe not as casual as you and Jungkook but still casual.

Only a small handful of people are actually dressed nicely, but mostly are in jeans and nice shirts. Somehow Jungkook is still the hottest guy here. Even in his sweat suit. You’re surprised you two even got let in, does this place not have some sort of dress code? Guess not.

It’s pretty loud inside, the place has a live band and a decent dance floor. You and Jungkook head towards the bar and take your seats.

The bartender takes a few minutes to reach you two and when she does she automatically nods at Jungkook for his order.

“Two long islands please.” He says, he smirks towards you and you smile back. Long islands? Oh you’re getting drunk drunk tonight.

“You got it.” She smiles at him with all her teeth, and turns around to start mixing the drinks.

“Long islands, huh?” you rest your head in your hand on the bar top.

“I figure neither of us are driving tonight, we might as well go hard.” Jungkook smiles at you. “I’ll buy this first round?”

“Sounds good to me.” You bump fists with Jungkook with a wide smile. “Wanna make a bet?”

“What’s that?” Jungkook quirks a brow at you.

“I bet you $5 that by the end of the night the bartender will hit on you.”

“But I also bet $5 that the bartender will hit on me.” Jungkook pouts.

You stare at him in disbelief at his cockiness and you burst out into giggles.

“Fair enough.” You say between laughs.

The bartender slides two drinks to you and Jungkook, she twists and twirls her hair in her fingers as she asks Jungkook how it tastes. He takes a sip and gives her a thumbs up, you can’t help but snicker.

“Can we also get two tequila shots?” you wave at the bartender. She turns to face you and frowns.

“Sure.” She puts on a fake smile and turns to fill up two shot glasses with tequila. She sets them in front of you a Jungkook and tells you the amount due.

“Tequila shots? Are we trying to fucking die tonight?” Jungkook chuckles from beside you. He grabs two limes and hands you one.

“To us.” You say, lifting your shot in the air.

“To you.” Jungkook whispers as you clank glasses and throw back the shots.

Holy shit, you are fucking wasted. After several tequila shots and a few long islands you and Jungkook are barely holding on. Okay, fine. It’s not that bad. But you guys are really drunk!

His hand hasn’t left your waist for hours, and it feels so fucking nice. It feels perfect. It feels right.

“y/n?” a voice calls out to you. You know this voice, really well in fact.

“Taehyung!” you cheer. You stumble forward and go in for a high five and his drunk ass high fives you back.

“Fancy seeing you again.” You giggle.

Jungkook’s hand grips your waist tighter as he narrows his eyes at Taehyung.

“What do you mean again?” Jungkook asks, his voice low.

“We ran into each other at my friend Yoongi’s” you slur out.

“Hi Jungkookie.” Taehyung awkwardly sways back and forth, his words also slurred. It’s obvious he’s on the same level as drunk as you.

“…Hey.” Jungkook hesitates to respond, he looks between you two. “y/n…is this okay? Talking to him?”

“Hm? Oh? Yeah.” You stare at Jungkook blankly. Why wouldn’t it be, you think.

“Jungkook, maybe we could talk just the two of us?”

You look between the boys and somehow you feel yourself sobering up just a bit.

“Uh. I’ll go to the bathroom.” You say, already walking away.

“You know how sorry I feel.” Taehyung begins, “About everything.”

“What’s everything?” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

“I’m sorry for what I did to y/n. But I am also sorry for holding your secret over you like that to keep mine.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook slurs out, “That was fucked up.”

“I miss you guys…” Taehyung takes a sip of his drink, “Even Jimin barely talks to me.”

“Shouldn’t have messed with our girl.”

“You mean, your girl.” Taehyung drunkenly corrects Jungkook.

“Whatever.”

“Seriously man, when are you just going to grow the fucking balls?” Taehyung raises his voice just a bit, “It’s clear how you both feel—”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about man, plus I have a girlfriend now—”

“You guys are official now?” You walk up to the boys, cutting in. You feel like maybe he’s just saying that.

“y/n…yeah, we just made it official.” Jungkook admits, running a hand through his hair, sighing out in frustration.

Oh. You feel your heart begin to crumble. They’re dating for real now?

“Do you have feelings for her?” You blurt out.

Jungkook shifts from one foot to another, he breathes in and out in and out. He bites on his bottom lip, thinking of how to respond.

“I don’t know what to say to that.”

Well, at least he’s honest.

“Well, I’m going to head back to my friends…” Taehyung butts in awkwardly. “It was nice seeing you two.” And with that he’s slipping away in the crowd.

“Wanna dance?” you say, trying your best to change the subject. You decide you don’t want to know his answer.

“Sure.” Jungkook smiles at you, he reaches for your hand and you squeeze his tightly. You guide him to the dance floor, the song is a slow one. You two look at one another but there’s nothing awkward about this. He guides your arms to wrap around his neck and his hands circle around your waist, he pulls you in close as you two sway to the music.

“Never go 3 months without me again.” You whisper into his neck.

“W-Why are you bringing that up now?”

“I have to keep my eyes on you, Jungkook. Without my supervision you go off and get yourself a girlfriend.” Your drunken words pierce his heart.

“Is that a problem?” He whispers back. “Yes, a big problem.” You lean back to get a look at his face, he’s already staring down at you, he somehow brings you in even closer.

“Whys that?” He breathes out.

“Want you all for myself.” You admit, drunk words are sober thoughts right?

“You want me baby?” Jungkook leans down until he’s so close, like he cannot control it.

“Yes.” You blink up at him, your lips parted.

The song changes but you two continue to dance like it’s a slow song.

“I bet you $5 that some guy will hit on you in the next couple of minutes.”

You tilt your head and drunkenly giggle, “I highly doubt that.”

Jungkook reaches in his back pocket and hands you a five dollar bill.

“What’s this f—”

“You’re so fucking beautiful” and then his lips are just a mere inch away from yours before he’s pulling back with a look of horror and guilt plastered on his face.

“I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’m with Vanessa now. I’m just drunk. I’m really drunk. You’re really drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing.” He drunkenly rambles.

You feel your heart sink down into your lower belly, you feel it crack and break into a million pieces. That’s right. Vanessa. He’s making it work with that girl.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“You’re my best friend y/n.” Jungkook slurs out, “I’m trying so hard not to ruin that.”

You only nod your head.

“Let’s go home.” You say.

~~~~~~

Your bed is comfy as ever, especially this drunk. Jungkook takes his shirt off and slips into the sheets, settling next to you.

“Wanna cuddle?” he offers.

“I don’t know if Vanessa would like that.” You slur.

“Right.” Jungkook lays on his back, his arms folding beneath his head. “Should I sleep in the living room?”

“No. I want you here.” You admit between soft breaths. “I always want you here.” You yawn out.

“Good.” Jungkook reaches out to hold you, “I don’t think Vanessa will mind if I cuddle my best friend for just five minutes.”

“Five minutes only” you tease. You shuffle closer to him, his warmth escaping his body and clinging to yours.

You two fall asleep like this. Morning comes slowly, like the world is giving you a chance to really appreciate one another’s company. Like the world knows that moments like this are so hard to come by. Like the world knows that you two need this.

When you wake up the next day, its half past noon. You’re still in Jungkook’s arms while he is dead asleep. You nuzzle into his chest and thank the world for giving you this moment. This moment to embrace him like he is yours, a moment to kiss his cheek like he is yours, a moment to whisper you love him like he is yours.

But he isn’t. He isn’t yours and that’s the reality. But you thank the world nonetheless. Because you need these moments to stay sane. But how do you two always end up like this? Can you keep blaming the alcohol? He tried to kiss you last night and that’s also the reality.

Jungkook wanted to kiss you. Can he keep saying it’s just because he’s drunk?

But he’s with Vanessa now and you have to respect that. And you will respect that.

You thank the world though, that right now he’s in your arms, breathing your air, and sharing this moment. Just you and him.

Finally, after another half hour Jungkook begins to stir in his sleep.

You stare at him as he wakes up and his sleepy eyes find yours.

“G’morning.” His voice is low and raspy and you want to swoon.

“Hi.”

“We…” he looks between your bodies. “Didn’t do anything, right?”

You feel your chest tighten, “No, Jungkook.” You answer calmly.

“Okay…” Jungkook frowns, “We can’t keep doing this, can we?”

Somehow you know exactly what he’s talking about, you can’t keep building this tension between you two. It goes nowhere.

“No” You admit softly, “We can’t.”

You think about Jimin’s words…could Jungkook…? But you don’t want to jump to happy conclusions, put yourself out there and then be wrong. But he tried to fucking kiss you. The girls were right, is this really all for you? You can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for you. “We really can’t.” you say again.

Jungkook smiles, but its soft and sad and makes you want to kiss his pouting lips until he shows you a real smile but you can’t.

“I’m sorry about last night.” Jungkook moves to his back, he stares up at the ceiling.

“I was just really drunk.” He continues, “Drunk me is wild.” He chuckles awkwardly.

“Is that really an excuse anymore?” you feel brave enough to say.

“y/n…”

“Forget it. We’re okay.”

“Are we?” Jungkook moves back to his side, facing you. He gives you a troubled look and you melt. Why are you always melting because of this man?

“Yeah. What’s more important is that your birthday is next week…”

“Oh yeah.”

“Can I be in charge of your party?”

“I don’t want a party, just a couple of friends.”

“Let me host it!”

“Okay, fine.” Jungkook smiles, “I can’t wait.”

“Do I have to invite Vanessa?”

“y/n.” Jungkook groans.

“Kidding!” you sing. Although, you aren’t entirely sure that you’re just kidding.

“It would be nice if you could plan this with Vanessa actually…she mentioned wanting to do something nice for my birthday too.” He sort of whispers out, like he didn’t want you to actually hear.

“Oh.” You aren’t sure what to say. You obviously don’t want co-host a get together with Vanessa but she is his girlfriend after all.

“Fine.”

You and Vanessa? Let’s see how this goes.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

TFP analysis : Starscream act like a child (adaptation mechanism)

So, yeah, I know that the title can be kinda weird, and you are like : "Lol, Nope ! What the heck girl ?!" But! Let me show you (you can sing the song of Aladdin if you want Xd)

Just, I don't say that Starscream is a kid, I say that he act like a kid because of an adaptation mechanism! A child is more malleable, and therefore adapts more quickly. And, you all have to agree that Starscream always need to adapts quikly.

Now, my arguments that explain my point.

First of all, imitation! Yes, Starscream imitating others, particulary Megatron, in a lot of point.

Same gesture, and I'm sure that is the same tone, quit terrific right? Like the kids, that they imitating there parents. It's why it's bad to be violent with a kid, because he will do the same thing!

I remember when I was younger, I saw a video that shows a father hit the hand of his kid because he draw on the wall, and the kid did the exactly same think to his friend after that, when his friend slipped from his sheet draw and mark the table with his marker pen.

Starscream did the same thing Megatron did to him to KnockOut. And it is why he's aggresive with Predaking later, first because he's scared of him, yes, but also because he's imitating Megatron on the way of giving lessons.

Oh, he also use dark energon! Like who ? Megatron, exactly ! What a terrible example...

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Secondly, he always seek emotional support or approval: as Fowler says when he introduces the characters.

He brags about killing Cliffjumper because he wants to be praised for it.

He always wants to be noticed, he always expects something from others. Even with the MECH once.

A kid too have the need of being noticed, because a kid need love, approbation and affection. It's also why Starscream is so easly jealous of others, like Airachnid or Shockwave, because they get what he wants (sadly it's approbation from Megatron but he really need to go far away from this jackass...)

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Next, he looks for a protective figure, or someone to make decisions, unconsciously: Orion Pax against the Vehicons (protection).

KnockOut against the zombie Cylas (protection and decision), I don't have a gif, but he slowly hide behind KnockOut, and look at him a several time, waiting for our dear doctor to make a decision.

Shockwave against Unicron (protection and decision), he don't hide behind him, but go closer and look at him like with KO. Here a gif, we don't see Shockwave, but nevermind, it's don't him that we study today.

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Then, he expresses a lot of emotions in a very short time, he can alternate quickly. I can't very shows images or gif for this, but just, I saw a blog on tumblr that shows just 6 seconds of a scene with Starscream, and he have an other expression like every half-seconds! That really fast, and changing expression mean changing mood. So he changing mood every half-seconds, it's enormous!

Kids expresse a lot of emotions too, because they can change of mood very fast.

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Huge impatience: Like when he gets angry for waiting for the red energon. Just, I laugh when I see this scene, but particulary because it's like he want to fight with the red energon container.

Lack of patience can be with adults too, but it's often from kids because they always need to do something.

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He's blaming others, for protect himself, and just the scene when he says: "It's KnockOut fault!" and pointing KO, it's just mythic... Please, tell me that I'm not the only one who saw a kid in this scene...

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Changeable Personality: He tries a lot of things when he was neutral, he tries alliances (because he subconsciously needs to be with somebody even if they're humans or Airachnid), he saves Arcee (mainly because he wants to get revenge on Airachnid, but he spares Arcee, with a code of honor that suddenly appears, just remember that he hate Arcee), he goes from cordial to aggressive in a very short time (like with Bulkhead, he is admittedly a little dismissive with Bulk, but he has a conversation with him, before suddenly attacking him, mainly because he's losing patience).

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He also have childish gesture, for example when he punch a several time his thigh when Shockwave came back. Or when he just slam one of the Omega Keys on the table (principaly because he don't succed and get upset), he try to have a sword fight with KnockOut too (and I can't believe that KO decide to join him XD).

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So maybe you don't agree with me... But, I put my arguments, I know that I can't convince everyone, but I just want to show my point of view.

Just remember, I don't say that Starscream is a kid, I say that he act like one for adapting in a toxic environment.

[gladerwolfstarkimagines]

Imagine impressing Wing and Wei with your metal bending and them developing a rivalry over you. 

You and Korra were walking around Zafou and you kept edging back to the metal bending arena, not so subtly trying to watch the metal bending game Wing and Wei were playing. Korra smirked noticing and stopped so you could watch properly, she knew you’d wanted to come to the metal bending city since you were a kid. Wing and Wei noticed they had an audience and smirked showing off a little. You supposed they had lots of girls turn up to watch them play but you were only interested in the metal bending...mostly.  “Hey Korra wanna join?” one of the twins called and Korra smiled awkwardly. “I’d love to but I can’t metal bend...y/n can though” she said gesturing to you. “Why don't you give it a try?" Korra asked and you saw the twins frown "she can mental bend? We thought she was your cousin or something?". You always got this, you didn’t look like an earth bender and to be fair you hadn’t lived much of an earth bender life. You mother and home were in the southern water tribe but thanks to your earth nation father who loved to travel and fell in love with your mother you were born the first and only earth bender of the southern water tribe. Seeing as there were no earth bending teachers around when Korra’s earth bending teacher came to teach her they let you train with her and you became fast friends. Despite inheriting your dad’s bending abilities that was all you got from the earth nation, you’d taken after your mother looks wise and so looked like a native water tribesman and always got suprised reactions when you'd bend earth instead of water. Just like Wing and Wei’s reaction. "Her names y/n and no she's from the southern water tribe but she's an earth bender" Korra called back protectively. "And i can metal bend too" you added embarassed Korra was doing all the talking for you. You could tell from their expressions they weren’t fully convinced and so hopped onto the court to show them. "Probably better than you" you added confidently and saw that light a competative spark in them. "Let’s see" one of the twins, Wing you thought, smirked. "We'll go easy on you at first" the other one smiled patronisingly and you raised an eyebrow. He sent the disk at you and you side stepped it rather than using bending. The other twin sent another at you and you dodged that one easily because of how slow they were sending them. “We thought you were a metal bender, what are you scared?” Wing called and you locked eyes with him. He launched another disk your way and you slammed it back at him. It crashed into the wall beside Wing’s head and crumpled apart. Both of them stared at you shocked how aggresive you suddenly were. "Woop go y/n" Korra called and you saw the boys narrow their eyes. "Okay so you can metal bend" Wing called and you smirked "you’re observant". He narrowed his eyes and launched another disk at you, faster this time but you batted it away just as easily. Then Wei launched some attacks and you deflected them right back at him making him duck. Wing sent more at you, sending multiple disks at you to try and overwhelm you but you didn’t even break stance as you hit them aside. You could tell Wing was getting more frustrated than his brother, he was glancing to the sides of the court where a crowd of his family and your friends had gathered to watch. You figured he was embarassed to be losing at a game he’d invented and smirked, you weren’t done with these twins yet. It was Wei’s turn to attack you and you were fixed on him when straight after Wei had sent his first disk Wing sent some at you too. They sped towards you and you panicked slightly trying to comprehend the disks flying at you from two different locations. You took out Wei’s disk first then Wing’s but Wing kept sending more. Wei smirked and joined in, it was now two on one. You heard Bolin cry out that wasn’t fair but you only concentrated harder, only Korra could beat you at earth bending and you weren’t going to add more names to that list. You planted your feet and refused to give up your position. You bent one of the disks on it’s return and caught Wei’s leg ruining his balance. You smirked and with a flick of your wrist reversed the disk’s direction making it crash into Wei’s back sending him sprawling onto his stomach, flat on the floor. Wing stood infront of him and now it was one on one. Disks flew back and forth and your posture slipped in the effort to beat him, you wanted to win so badly. Finally Wing made a mistake and let his guard down his defense sloppy. You slammed a disk into Wing's chest and he fell backwards over Wei. "Wooo hooooo" Bolin screamed "that’s how we earth bend in republic city...metal bend...well you know what i mean". You smiled as even Wei and Wing’s family clapped and you walked over to the twins. "Hey good fight are you okay?" you asked and offered a hand to help them up. Wei took your help but Wing didn’t "who taught you to metal bend like that?". "Some crazy lady i meet visiting some relatives in a swamp" you shrugged honestly and Wing snorted "fine don’t tell us" and barged past you. You stared after him concerned and Wei chuckled. "Don’t worry he's just a sore loser" Wei smiled at you "you were great by the way, the best i’ve ever seen". You smiled "thanks". “You should’ve visited Zafou earlier” Wei grinned “metal benders are rare and you seem to be a pretty special one”. You blushed but smirked “you’re not bad either” and Wei smirk grew. 

You friends soon seperated you from the twins but that didn’t mean your interest hadn’t been peaked by them. That night Suyin planned a large feast and you were pleased to see you’d been sat between the twins. You noticed Wing shifted away from you as you sat down but Wei positivly beamed at you. You chatted with the more social of the metal being twins, who was flirting pretty shamelessly, when Wing stood up abruptly and stormed from the room. Suyin followed and you frowned. You tried getting back on with dinner but couldn’t help but wonder if Wing’s bad mood was because of you. Now your adrenaline had died down you wondered if you’d been too intense in the match. Maybe you’d injured or offended him in some way, you had hit him pretty hard in your rush to win and you always got pretty heated with the trash talk. As soon as Suyin re-entered you leant over to her "Is Wing okay?" You asked “I noticed he seemed tense, I didn’t injure him did I?”. Suyin smiled "no you didn’t injure him, atleast not physically, Wing’s fine". "He’s just been sulking in his room all day" Huan called and your gaze shot to him. Wei hit him over the head and Suyin touched your arm "it’s okay y/n it’s not your fault, Wing’s just always had trouble losing". You nodded thoughtfully “I get that, I’m very competative too”. “Thats an under statement” Korra commented making everyone laugh. "You’re like Wing in that way then” she smiled “don’t worry he’ll get over it I promise”. You nodded but still couldn’t concentrate on your meal.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and went down the coridoor you knew Suyin had said was her familie’s quarters. The room doors were helpfully marked with the name of the sibling who owned them and you stopped outside Wing’s. You knocked and heard a muffled call. You pushed the door open and caught Wing mid reply “Wei I swear to.. ow you" he said spotting you and going quiet. You raised your hands in a peace offering “hi, i just wanted to check why you left dinner, i hope it wasn’t because of me". Wing dropped his eyes "you know it is". You frowned "but why? Can’t a girl be better than you?". "No it’s not because you’re a girl". "Then what is it?" You asked. “I just don’t like to lose okay, metal bendings always been the thing i’m best at, even better than Wei though he won’t admit it and the fact someone who hadn’t even played the game before could take me on like that...” he trailed off “you caught me off guard, looking at you I didn’t think you’d be that good...not that I’ve been looking at you a lot” he babbled and you smirked. “Well if it makes you feel better we can always have a rematch?” you asked “now you know how, and i’m quoting you here, good i am”. Wing smiled “yeah that’d be good, wanna go right now?” he asked jumping up and you frowned. “I think your mom’s put a lot of effort into the meal your missing” you replied “plus i’m hardly dressed for it” you said glancing down at the dress Asami had gotten you into. “Ow yeah...” Wing nodded “well tomorrow then? Me and Wei train in the mornings, you could join us?”. “Deal” you agreed and Wing smiled at you brightly. Someone coughed from the doorway making you jump and you turned to see Wei. “So this is where you got to” Wei commented and you blushed to be found sneaking around his home “yeah I came to find Wing”. “and we made up" Wing jumped in and Wei smiled "that’s good..." glancing between the two of you. "It’s true" you nodded "Wing invited me to train with you guys tomorrow if that’s okay with you?". Wei nodded "that’s fine with me" he smiled leaning against the door frame "maybe you can teach us some of those moves from today". "I’ll try" you nodded "not sure how quick you’ll pick them up though". Wei grinned "still in fighting talk mode i see". Wei went to come further into the room when Wing moved suddenly "we should go back to dinner". You looked at him and he turned to you "i’ll come back with you, lets go". You nodded and Wing gestured for you to go before him "ladies first". You smiled at him and headed towards the door. When you reached Wei he extended his arm to you making you smirk. “I know where the dining room is Wei” you told him and Wei smiled “I know but I could escort you there? I mean you are our guest, it’s only polite”. "Sure because grabbing a girl you just met today is so polite" Wing replied appearing on your other side. You smirked at Wing’s comment but took Wei’s arm as they jointly led you back to the dining room. “Wing” Su smiled “I see y/n managed to convince you to come back”. “Yeah she did” Wing blushed and Wei smirked “she can work magic apparently as well as metal bending”. The others laughed and Wing hit Wei’s arm.

Suyin watched as her sons bickered both of them blatantly showing off infront of you while you chatted to Korra not even aware of their show. “I think your sons are going to kill each other in competition” Lin commented and Suyin smirked. “No they’re brothers, they’ll behave maturely and....” she trailed off as Wing flicked a pea at Wei behind your back for cutting him off from talking to you. “They’re going to fight like it’s war” Lin commented and Su sighed “i’m sure they’ll work it out” but Wing and Wei did seem pretty invested in you. You managed to get their attention good and fully in the 24 hours you’d been here, god only knows what would happen in the coming days. “She doesn’t have a twin does she? A sister perhaps?” Suyin asked and Lin smirked “nope! Only child”. Su sighed as her boys watched as you left the room with Korra utterly transfixed. “Yeah this is going to get messy I hope they don’t come on too strong”. “That girls been the avatar’s sparing partner for years, trust me she can handle your boys, if I was you i’d worry for them” Lin smirked. 

[ssa-sugar-tits]

queen of hearts // chapter five

prologue + series masterlist & taglist

content warnings : hostage situation, guns, strong language, angst, sexual mentions

a/n : reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.

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SPENCER'S POV

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"Prentiss." Emily answers her phone through gritted teeth. Garcia's typing away on her laptop and I'm pacing the room, not even trying to hide that I'm falling apart anymore. I can't think straight. Any useful thoughts I do have get thrown in my own mental garbage anyway before I can process them. Rossi had joined Hotch, JJ, and Morgan patrolling the area but there's no sign of Y/N yet. There's been an APB put out on the victim, who friends ID'd as Chris Lincoln, and his car. I shouldn't be feeling this, but I'm half hoping she isn't apprehended. But I also want to see her again.

"Hold on Hotch, I'm putting you on speaker. You've got me, Garcia, and Reid."

"A 911 call came in from a gas station mini mart 4 minutes ago. Y/N is holding 8 hostages and SWAT has surrounded the area but she's refusing negotiations."

Garcia mouths 'oh my god' to herself and Emily jumps out of her seat.

"D-Do you need us to come down?"

Say yes. Please.

"Yes, I've sent you all the address."

"Ok we're on our way."

"Emily."

"Yes?"

"Reid is going to be the one negotiating."

My eyes shoot up and I'm at a loss for words. I'm not only going to see her again, I'm going to talk her down and arrest her. And I don't know if I have it in me to do this.

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I step out of the SUV and Emily walks to the team with such determination that officers turn to watch her stride. On the other hand, I feel like I'm going to collapse as I run over to them.

"She's inside?" Emily asks.

Rossi nods and Hotch briefs us on the situation. Morgan looks at me as if he's silently asking, Can you do this? I send a look that tells him I can and he nods. JJ tries to give me a smile as I prep to talk to Y/N but all that really comes out is a half assed attempt. Hotch's emotionless voice blares over a megaphone they're using.

"Y/N. You can talk to Dr. Reid. That's what you want isn't it? Pick up the phone so we can talk about what you're doing."

It rings. Everyone looks to me and my hand humiliates me by trembling as I pick it up.

"This is Spencer Reid."

I can hear her let out a light gasp, as if in disbelief.

"S-Spence?"

Her voice calms the dread I'm feeling and I have to stop myself from telling her I love her. I shouldn't have to stop myself, she's a killer.

"Yeah. It's me Y/N."

She whispers, "Oh my god... oh my fucking god."

I'm supposed to ask her to come out, let the hostages go, and find out where Chris Lincoln is. But I don't.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Is it okay if I come inside the store?"

She pauses to think about it and the whole team shoots daggers at me silently asking what the hell I'm doing. After a few moments she answers me.

"Yes. But just you. No vest, no gun. We're just going to talk."

"Ok."

As soon as I hang up everyone clamors at me but Hotch stops them all and tells me, "Go. You'll wear a wire and SWAT will be ready to move."

Morgan swears under his breath and walks off, clearly not wanting me to go in and Rossi walks after him, probably to talk to him.

"Y/N won't hurt me. I know she won't."

"She's doing all of this because of you Reid! You're the source of her anger." JJ, always the protector.

Emily cuts in. "Y/N won't. The profile says she will but this is Y/N. She isn't just a profile, we know her. You gotta trust us on this."

JJ starts to say something again but Hotch doesn't let her.

"If you're doing this, you need to do it now."

I nod and put my gun down, while putting on my wire.

"And Reid?"

"Yeah Hotch?"

"Be careful."

There's a sincerity in his voice that I can't help but combat out of anxiety.

"Technically even if I am careful, she's the one with the gun and hostages so there's a pretty high chance I'll end up injured or-"

"Just go." He sighs.

"R-Right sorry."

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I walk in and she's holding a gun to a woman's head. It takes everything in me not to run to her and feel her touch. Despite the situation, her face softens like icing and she smiles at me. She's clearly scared and she's gripping the gun so tight that blood is rushing to and reddening her knuckles, but she's still beautiful.

"Hey Y/N."

"Stay there. Don't fucking move."

She's trying to intimidate me but her voice shakes and I can't help but smile.

"What the fuck are you smiling at? I've killed 104 people-- no, 105. The guy I shot stopped breathing a while ago. Either way I'm not your pretty girlfriend anymore Doctor Reid."

Doctor Reid. She used to tease me and call me that. But it isn't a sweet or sexy gesture anymore, it's a damn formality.

"You can still let these people go and turn yourself in Y/N. It's oka-"

She cuts me off and yells.

"Stop. Stop." She shakes her head and winces. "Just stop! I was in the BAU, right? You're fucking profiling me. Don't..." Her voice cracks helplessly and it breaks my heart. "Don't profile me."

"Can I please come closer?" I hear a scoff on the other line of the wire and the sound of something being thrown down, which I'm assuming is Morgan.

"No. I'm calling the shots, ok?"

Letting go of the hostage, she points the gun at me and starts walking towards me.

"Go! Everyone except Doctor Reid. Get the hell out."

Her gun is still pointed at me and hostages run out of the store.

"Take your shirt off."

It's not what I expected her to say and I furrow my eyebrows but comply. Y/N looks me up and down and bites her lip before taking another step towards me. The cold gun presses against my chest and she looks into my eyes. Her eyes sparkle and I can see how exhausted she is. Fear hides behind her somehow collected face and all I want is to press my lips against hers. Yes, she's holding a gun to my chest but I don't care. I just want to hold her.

"What's your plan here? Are you going to shoot me Y/N?"

"Shut up." Again wincing and shaking her head aggresively, she changes her mind.

Is she okay?

"N-No don't shut up."

What?

"Y/N are you in pain? Do you need help?"

"I'm fine! Just... talk to me. About anything. No..." Another furious head shake and more pained expressions. "Tell me about... there's an intern, isn't there? You guys are still looking for my replacement. Tell me about her."

What is she doing?

It dawns upon me.

She misses me as much as I miss her. She really does just want to hear my voice again.

"Uh. She mostly observes and fills out paperwork. Her name is Milan Wu, she worked a year in-"

"Ugh stop."

I gulp and stop talking.

"Is she pretty? Come on Spence, I don't want to know her history." A laugh escapes from her throat and a tear from her eyes. "No, I want to know who you're sleeping with now. I heard Maeve died. So it's not her. Is it this Milan lady? Someone else?"

The team is still listening. Shit.

"Y/N I haven't uh... been with anyone since you left."

She rolls her eyes at me in turn.

"Why not? You're attractive, we both know that. And clearly you didn't fucking love me. So what's stopping the pretty doctor from getting laid?"

Now it's my turn to spit out a hurt laugh, something she's always specialized at.

"Y/N are you serious?"

"Do I fucking look like I'm joking?"

No. She doesn't. But how could she ever think I don't love her?

"Of course I loved you. Hell, I still love you. I think about you everyday, I fantasize about what could have happened if I hadn't made such a stupid decision. I- I was going to propose to you. Before Maeve. Before... everything. I wanted- God, I still want- children and a life with you. I fucked up and I'm so sorry. And yes, you're going to walk out of here in handcuffs because I have to do my job. Believe me, I understand that you hate me but I swear to you I have and always will love you."

The gun falls out of her hand, slipping and thudding and she's sobbing.

"Reid? What's going on in there?"

I ignore Hotch and run to her side. Wrapping her arms around me, I don't know if I'm imagining it but I think I heard her say, "I love you too."

"Don't send anyone in yet, stand down."

Her broken eyes meet mine again and she whispers,

"I'm ready."

The handcuffs are in my hand and I place them on her wrists gently, careful not to hurt her. When she stands, I guide her out of the store and into a police car. I watch as she meets the eyes of each member of our team, tears and makeup still falling from her lovely face. SWAT puts her in the car to transfer her to interrogation. Without a sound, she closes her eyes, no longer resisting her fate. And I'm already agonizing to see her again.

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