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bettysupremacy · 2 years

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Who could be a more doting boyfriend?

Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Based off this request

Summary: 10 times Eddie Munson showed just how down bad he was.

Warnings: mentions of weed, food is brought up too, very very fluffy, Eddie down bad, sick! Reader for one, reader only in towel at one point, reader eats bacon in one, fem! Reader, tell me if I’ve forgotten any.

3.7k words because I luv u

Saccharine kisses were her favorite. The kind of kisses where he would ghost his lips over her skin, hovering, before planting a long sweet kiss to wherever he deemed most kissable at the moment.

She loved the way it never failed to make her stomach flip. The way it never failed to make her dizzy in the head and weak in the knees.

She loved that when it made her exhale wonky he’d look at her with this lovesick smile, before pressing more kisses around the area. Quicker, but non less full of love.

That’s why now, laying in bed, sick as a dog, she doesn’t have the strength to push him away. Thats why pawing at him uselessly, the only strength she’d managed earlier, had ceased.

“I’m gonna get you sick.” She whines.

They’re laying in her bed, intertwined like these are her last moments, like Eddie needs to get the most out of them.

Like a sad Victorian painting.

“I don’t care, Juliet, this world is a place I cannot live in without you.”

She scoffs, it coming out more like a cough than anything else. He pats her back as she coughs, letting her sit up to cover her mouth, and frowning when she shakes her head at the Gatorade he holds up for her.

“I’ve got the flu, you dolt. I’m not dying.” He pulls her back down, rubbing at the arm she’s wrapped around his stomach.

She didn’t know wether she was cold or hot, but the goosebumps that rose on her arms, from his fingers dancing over her skin, chilled her deliciously.

“He says that though, right?” He asks.

“Romeo?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ve never read the play.”

He ponders this for a moment, tilting his head up, further into the faded grey of his old pillow case.

“What are you think-“

“Shh.”

She gives him an incredulous look, she could be dying for gods sake! Treat her with a little respect-

“O Romeo, Romeo, where..fore art thou Romeo?”

She looks up at him, head not lifting from its position on his chest, but a confused smile is playing on her lips.

“You’ve read it?”

“Well when you take senior year three times..”

“Oh, right.” She tilts her head back down, ear press into the warm skin above his steadily beating heart, as she curls around him.

He stops his fingers dance over her arms, only letting her frown momentarily, before they card their way through her wet hair. They work out small knots and kinks they hadn’t brushed out. He cranes his neck to press a long kiss on the top of her head.

“Did the shower make you feel better?” He murmurs against her hair.

“I don’t know.”

He sighs, knowing her too well to think that she’d admit his suggestion didn’t work. “I’ll go get the tv from the living room and wheel it in here, Kay?”

She nods, nasally voice making him frown. “Mkay.”

He gently removes himself from under her, making sure to pull the blankets back up before completely retracting.

“And the vapor rub. I’ll grab the vapor rub too.” His palms dig into his mattress as he hovers over her.

“God bless.”

He smiles at her, lips coming down to kiss hers affectionally. She kisses back before she realizes what she’s done.

“Do not kiss me, Edward, I know you’re not vaccinated.”

A deep groan leaves his lips as he walks away, into the living room for the TV and vapor rub.

“What is a desperate man to do?”

She can’t help but smile as she tucks herself into his freshly clean, for the first time in 2 years, sheets.

—

She rummages through his drawers, fingers making quick work of the unfolded clothes thrown in them.

“Eddie?” her voice drifts through his bedroom door, and into the kitchen, where he’s staring intently at the microwave.

He pushes his door open, weary as to where to put his eyes while his girlfriend is in nothing but a towel.

“Yes?”

“Do you know where my clothes are? I thought I left them in this drawer but..”

“Oh! Hold on!”

He goes back though his door, returning with a basket of laundry. It’s not fresh, nor warm to the touch, but it was definitely recently that it had been washed.

“You washed my clothes?”

“It was after you got sick,” he shrugs nonchalantly, cheeks tinging a shade, due to the way she smiles at him.

The smell of them wafting up into her face only deepens her already bright smile. She picks up her shirt, bringing it to her nose and inhaling.

“And you used-?”

The look on his face is downright bashful. “I remembered it was your favorite, so I picked you up some when I went shopping with Wayne.” He scratched his neck, “S’no big deal really.”

Her arms wrap around his neck, towel hanging on for its life.

“No, it is. Thank you, baby.”

Her fingers scratch his scalp lightly, digging into his curls and tugging gently. He feels like a dog being pet. Is this what they feel like? Lucky bastards.

He fears his leg may start kicking.

“You’re welcome.” He muffles into her neck, arms wrapped around her waist so that the towel doesn’t fall, “I’m glad you’re happy.”

—

She had called him from work, voice full of tears.

“My sweet girl, can’t you come home early?”

“Janie was supposed to come in today, but she flaked, so now I’m alone.”

“Come home, leave Austin and Marie to close today. No baby, we don’t need that money for the rent, enough cars needed fixing this week. I promise, come home- my home.”

So she did.

But trudging through Eddie and Wayne’s front door, he was nowhere to be found. His van was outside where it normally was, his shoes were haphazardly thrown in the direction of the front door - like they normally were, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Each shoe is toed off quietly, as she softly calls his name, not wanting to disturb Wayne’s weird sleep schedule. “Eddie?”

She’s scrubbing at her face, trying to get the tear tracks off.

“Eddie?”

She pads through the hall, into the bathroom where she can hear water running.

“What’s this?”

He looks up, panic stricken through his face.

“No, no, no. Go sit on the couch real quick.”

Nothing but hurt is read on her face. “What, why?”

He rushes up, cupping the back of her neck with his wet hand, while the other slides around her waist, pulling her closer.

“I did something for you.”

“You did?”

She peaks behind him into the dingy bathroom. He’s got the water running and her favorite soaps out displayed on the tub.

“No peaking!”

He uses the hand around her neck to push her face in his chest.

“You ran me a bath?” It’s muffled in his Megadeth shirt.

“Do you like it?”

“Is that your way of telling me I’m dirty?”

“What? No, no, no. I just thought that you might- uh, I thought that you might like it-?”

She laughs and he basks in it. Letting it cleanse and settle over him.

“I was joking, honey.”

He smiles, teeth poking through has he lets out breathless - relieved laughs.

“Go,” he skews his head toward the bathroom.

“But-“

“Go, I’m making dinner.”

“You’re making dinner? Baby.”

“I’m ordering from that Chinese place, the one across the street from the library,” He lets out another breathless laugh. “Go.”

“Oh, okay then.”

—

Something is stirring inside of her chest. Something warm and light. It muddles around, making her heart flutter and palms sweaty.

She’s never gotten a love letter before.

It’s not the most put together thing she’s ever seen, but it’s got to be her favorite. It’s small, but pink, and she could tell Eddie used his best handwriting for this. At the very end he signed it off with -E and a poorly drawn version of his guitar.

Where did he get pink paper?

She holds it in her hands like it’s gold, like it could tear at any moment, but two fingers pluck it out before she has the chance to read it a third time.

“Who wrote you up?” Rob asks suspiciously, eyeing the pink referral slip between her index and middle finger.

“No one-?”

Oh, that’s where he got it.

She tugs it from Robins fingers, flipping it so she could see the back - or what is actually known as the front of the paper.

Eddie Munson Grade 12 10/3/86

REASON FOR REFERRAL

-Cutting Class

-Lack of Cooperation

-Restless, Inattentive

ACTIONS TAKEN PRIOR TO REFERRAL

-Detained Student After School

PRESENT ACTION AND RECOMMENDATION(S)

-Student Regrets Incident, Cooperative

Robin reads the back as Y/N reads the front. He wrote her a love letter on the back of a referral slip?

“He wrote you a love letter on the back of a referral slip? What’s next? A receipt from a drug deal?” She ignores the instant, drug deals don’t have receipts dipshit, thought that pops up.

“That’s so sweet! He wrote me a love letter on pink paper!” Robin can’t help the twitch of a smile on her lips. “You think he’ll write me more?”

“If he doesn’t I’ll jeopardize his business.” She slings her arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

“What are best friends for?”

—

“It’s too early, it’s too early.” She whines as Eddie pushes back her hair, pressing light kisses into it, while she wraps her arms tighter around his chest.

“I know, I know.”

The sun shines in through Eddie’s open windows, the red sheet nailed above the larger one casting a crimson hue over them.

They tangle in the bed sheets, languidly and lethargic, similar to the way they held each other when she had the flu.

“C’mon, baby you gotta wake up.”

She grumbles, hands snaking under his back, desperate to feel the warmth of his skin as his box fan blows on them. They settle and he smiles as she opens her eyes.

“Why’s your shirt on?” Her sleep raspy voice tugs multiple strings in his heart.

Eddie always slept shirtless.

“I’ve already been up, sweetheart.”

“You’ve already been up?”

He smiles down at her, pushing some hair from where it sticks to her forehead. “Mhm.”

She pushes up, arms caging Eddie’s chest, as she hovers over him.

“You’re wearing your kiss the mechanic apron.” she points out, like he wouldn’t have known.

“I am.”

“Did you make breakfast?”

He shrugs, “Get up and see.”

She whines, shaking her head, laying back down on him. “Carry me?”

He thinks about it for a moment, looking down at her droopy eyes and tapping her thigh. She wraps her legs around him and he sits up, letting her be carried in his arms to the kitchen.

She smiles, resting her head on his shoulder, as he murmurs “Needy, needy, girl.”, shuffling to get a better grip on her.

“You hungry?” He softly asks.

“I’m tired.”

“Oh, I know.”

The counter is cold against her thighs as he sets her down. She squirms sadly, and he can do nothing but smile affectionately at her.

The plate he hands her is paper and warm. He sets a napkin on her lap, before the plate, so it doesn’t burn her poor thighs. Though, her eyes are closed as he does this, hands messily wiping the sleep from her eyes, so she doesn’t see the food.

“Warm.”

“Very warm,” He nods. “Eat, baby.”

Pressing a fork into her hands, he gently tugs her hands away from the cruel work they were doing to her eyes.

“Bacon? You got me bacon?”

“Benny was giving slabs away for free, down at the diner.” He bends over and kisses her jaw.

“I love bacon.”

“I know.” His voice is nothing but teasing, though, she doesn’t mind.

“You cooked the bacon by yourself?” She sets her fork down, grabbing his hands, and inspecting his arms. “And you didn’t get popped by the oil?”

He flushes, “Wayne helped me. But I made everything else by myself!”

She looks down at the food fondly. Eggs cooked like she taught him when they first started dating. Toast unburnt. Wayne’s bacon.

Wayne’s bacon was so good.

“Go get a plate, I’m not eating without you.”

“On it.”

—

“Okay, hands like this.” He grips her fingers, smiling as she lets him bend them in the right places. “Yeah! Okay, now pluck the third string.”

She plucks it, and it comes out sounding significantly better then 10 minutes ago. “You’re doing it! I’m so proud of you.”

He attacks her cheek with kisses and she scrunches her nose, pulling away in feigned annoyance.

“Teach me to play I Have a Dream.”

“What?” He pulls back agast. “I’m teaching you to play guitar on sweetheart, and you want me to teach you to play ABBA?”

She giggles, laying her head in his neck. “Yes, please.”

“No, baby, I’m teaching you to play 2 Minutes to Midnight.”

“No,” There’s a whiny edge to her voice. “That song is so hard.”

“You could do it.”

“Only if you helped me.”

“Deal.”

He lifts the guitar back up, twisting her fingers to the right frets.

“This is going to be so metal.”

He laughs out loud.

—

“-and I told Robs to go to the front of the class and tell the teacher, but she didn’t wanna embarrass herself In front of the Nancy.”

Eddie nods along, leaning against the lockers. This isn’t a conversation he’s particularly interested in, but-

“I think they’d make a good couple, don’t you?”

“Who?”

“Robin and Nancy!”

“Rob and Nance? Totally.” He waves his hand, as if dismissing any thought that they wouldn’t be.

“I knew you’d think so.”

The halls are almost empty, dismissal bell rang 5 minutes ago, but when you don’t have a bus to catch you always have a little extra time to put your stuff away.

“Are you ready?” Eddie asks, watching her shove books in her locker that she refuses to take home.

“Almost,” She turns to Eddie, looking behind him. “I just thought I heard Rob and Nances voice. I guess I’m going cra-“

She stumbles, having slipped on something, even though she could’ve sworn there was nothing on the ground a minute ago.

“Woah baby, woah baby.” Eddie grips her arms tightly, but not cruelly. Just tight enough to keep her upright. “What was that?”

“Slipped on,” She looks down at the floor “My shoelace, I guess.”

“You guess? Baby, you gotta be careful.” He bends down to one knee, patting it lightly for her to put her foot on.

Her left hand is flat against the lockers for balance as he ties her shoe for her.

“You can’t have untied shoes, sweetheart. Y’could trip and hurt yourself.” She watches fondly as he shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re fine, I just don’t want an injured girlfriend.” He finishes, patting her foot in approval.

“You wouldn’t love me if I was injured?”

He stands up, “Who said that?”

“You did!”

“I love you so much I wouldn’t be able to look at you, cause seeing you injured would make me so sad.”

“You wouldn’t take care of me?”

“I’d call mama Steve, I can’t stand to see you hurt.”

“Gee, thanks.”

He grabs her cheeks and presses a hard kiss to her mouth. “You’re welcome.”

—

Eddie’s room is dark like it normally is. His bong is next to him and his guitar is on his knee resting.

He loves nights like these.

He taps his knee rhythmically, slow, unlike his other songs. A power ballad if you will.

He’s been at this for hours. Strumming, tapping, and scribbling lyrics into a blank page of his math notebook.

Just as he pulls his pick out of his mouth again he hears a soft knock on his door. It’s probably just Wayne.

“Hey, boy.” Wayne cracks the door open, checking to see if Eddie is decent. “I’m leavin now.”

Eddie checks his watch, humming in confirmation.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

Wayne nods. “You writing a new song?”

Eddie smiles at his uncles effort to make conversation.

“Yeah, for Y/N.”

Now it’s Wayne’s turn to smile. “She’ll like it.”

He could hear it through the walls? Eddie flushes.

“You think?”

“Yup.” Wayne puts a baseball cap on. “I like ‘er.”

He turns to leave, closing the door behind him, leaving Eddie in shock.

“I’m out!” He hears Wayne yell, before locking the door behind him.

“Bye!”

That was.. strange.

—

Her eyes hurt from reading, her back hurts from hunching over her bedroom desk, and her heart hurts from not accepting Eddie’s kisses.

This is one of the rare nights that she isn’t sleeping at Eddie’s, having to study for the math test tomorrow, but 20 minutes ago Eddie came in through the window, and she’s gotten no work done since.

It doesn’t really matter, due to the three hours of studying she got in before he came, but it’s still stressful nonetheless.

“Cmon baby, let’s go to bed.” Eddie’s Laying on her bed, flipping through a magazine.

“I can’t, I’ve gotta study.”

“Baby, you‘ve been studying since 9:30.”

“So? What time is it now?” She doesn’t look up from the equation.

“12:43? You gotta sleep at some point.”

Startled, she checks her watch, eyes widening when she realizes he’s right.

He’s getting up, tossing the magazine, and pulling her up outta the chair. He wraps his arms around her neck, kissing the top of her head a generous amount of times.

She whines pulling away, causing him to gasp in offense.

“What could I have possibly have done?”

“Want it on my lips.”

“Only if you promise to go to bed with me.” He bargains.

“Fine.”

He grabs her face and kisses her just the way she likes. Saccharine and sweet.

“Will you come to bed now?”

“Only because I love you.” She nods glumly.

He smiles playfully down at her. “Oh, but I love you more.”

—

They had been watching a movie.

A newer one, starring Micheal J. fox. It wasn’t wasn’t usually Eddie’s thing, but he had agreed for Steve.

He’d insisted that they watch it. “No! You don’t understand! He goes back in time to-“

“Don’t spoil it for them!” Robin rasps.

“I’m not, Rob, I’ve just gotta get them hooked.”

“You don’t hook someone by spoiling a major plot point?”

So here they were, under warm covers, watching a movie that neither of them particularly wanted to watch.

Candy was splayed out In front of them. Red vines, runts, nerds, and sour patch kids, getting dug into every couple minutes. And though Eddie had whined about Steve making them choose this, after the first opening scene he was hooked.

“Goddamn, did you see the way he flung into the wall?”

She had, but she also had seen the rope tied to his stomach.

“Did you see the rope around his stomach?”

Eddie laughs, his chest shaking under her as he looks away from the tv. “No, can we rewind?”

She was content with this. Even though she didn’t particularly enjoy the movie, Eddie did, and that was enough for her.

“Damn,” Eddie mumbles, staring intently at the screen. He’s got one arm hanging off the couch, joint between fingers, and the other rubbing up and down her spine.

They’d been in this position since the movie started, utterly comfortable.

Eddie’s trailer had the worst insulation, and even worse ac and heating, so this was nice. Eddie was always warm, a natural heater, so this was always nice.

Nothing strikes in his head as unusual, they lay like this every night, but something about the way her breathing was so even gave it away.

“Hey doc, you better back up, we don’t have any road to get up 88.” The pretty Lea Thompson is perched on Micheals lap as he gives his line.

“Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need roads.” He drops his aluminum glasses over his eyes, starting the car.

Eddie’s hand lazily rises from her back and up to her head, hovering. “Sweetheart?” No answer, “Are you sleepy? Are you asleep?” still, no answer.

He cranes his neck to the side, trying to get any glimpse of his tired girl sleeping, stuffing out his joint in the process.

“The movie ended,” He whispers. “I think there’ll be a second one.”

No reaction. He sighs, letting his hand move back down and continue the work it was doing to her back. He can’t move or wake her, it would do too much to his poor heart.

She shuffles in her sleep, head leaning up towards Eddie. He holds his breath until she’s done, then he lets his nimble fingers work over her hairline. Brushing away stray hairs gently, letting his middle finger swoop down her nose, cupping her face gently, just to look at her.

He loves moments like these. Moments where he gets to stare at her so unapologetically. Moments where he gets to memorize every detail about her face, without her looking over and asking What are you looking at baby?

The slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes curl, the tilt of her mouth, the way her eyebrows furrow at something in her dream.

“You’re so pretty.” Is whispered from his mouth absentmindedly.

She can’t hear him, stuck in dreamland slaying monsters dutifully, traveling the world with Eddie, shopping with Max, or swinging bats with Steve.

He knows she can’t hear him, but it still feels necessary to say. It’s something he needs to say.

Her breathing intakes, it’s something sharp and shallow. For a moment he thinks she’s woken, but her pretty eyes haven’t opened.

“Sweetheart?” He whispers, but the quick breathing doesn’t stop. “Bad dream, hmm?”

He bends his neck down, holding her in his arms, and scattering multiple kisses over her hairline, trying to calm her.

Slowly her breathing calms again, and he lets sweet relief wash over him. He needs to get them to their bed.

Once he’s fixed her in his arms, he carry’s her to the room, gently setting her down in her spot and pulling up the covers.

He gets up to take his shirt off, but a warm hand stops him.

“Don’t leave.”

He frowns, ache dwelling in his chest at the thought. Climbing under the covers with her, he lets her cling onto him, “I’m not.”

Guess he’s sleeping with his shirt on tonight

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aphroditesmoon · 11 months

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Hi! I’m not sure if u do smut or not but I was wondering if u could do a Legolas smut with fem!human!reader, like a enemies to lovers kind of thing. Maybe hate sex? <3

too close

legolas greenleaf x reader

summary: legolas has his doubts about who you really are, but is that really why he can never meet your eyes with anything else but anger in himself.

warning: afab reader, nswf, smut 18+, etl, legolas being a jerk, probably bad description of mirkwood

a/n: soo sorry i took ages, I've been taking new meds, also i havent written smut for a while so im a bit dusty, hope u like it<3

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Summer is barely a real season under the protective courts of Mirkwood, you could barely feel the heat or see the sun through giantic starfall tree and at night, the chill through the strong winds gives a hint of winter in its air.

You loved it. Training at night feels easier when your not already sweating through your tits ten minutes in warm ups. And the quiet around you, save the crickets and owls hooting, gave you the solace you seeked for each existing day you lived through.

But despite finding everything well with want you asked for, the universe seems relentless with making sure you'll always be keeping your guard up and your annoyance up higher, with the ever consistent appearance of Prince Legolas Greenleaf.

He stands by the corner near an entrance to the castle, watchful of you while thinking he's quiet. His lack of trust in you makes him believe that you somehow lack in the specialties of elf abilities, like for example, your keen hearing.

"I could hear you for a mile away, prince." You also caught onto his snort, before his footsteps sounds louder. "How did you lnow it was me then?" He asks, less snobby than usual.

He must be drunk, you tell yourself.

"You have that pompous, all knowing kind of stride, it has its own beat when you walk." You expected him to roll his eyes like he usually do, belittling you like a child being reprimanded. But suprisingly he laughs. "That sounds a lot like you're projecting, after all, only pompous, all knowing arseholes are the ones who isolate themselves and train alone."

Ah, there it is. He's sobered up then.

"And what humble, kind enough of an elf, would waste his time stalking other people just to throw insults like a 7 year old?" You snapped.

If he had found your irritants amusing before, now his smile fades altogether, and he looks the same as when he's about to pull an arrow on an orc.

"The kind of an elf who's trying to protect his kingdom and father." You laughed honestly yet mockingly before dropping your sword altogether to look at him. "You think your doing the king a favor? His majesty has his own mind, he trusts me, so I'd suggest you drop your savior facade and trust him." He shook his head and looks away for a second, as if deep in thought. "My father doesn't trust anyone, let alone random rogue elves who comes out of nowhere."

You raised you brow at his bravery in speech. 'This random rogue elf is the reason your father is alive, if I had even a glimpse of malice in me, I wouldn't have done nothing but serve him well for the last 10 months." You say matter of factly.

And before he could argue again, you wave your hand at him annoyed, and turn your back at the prince. "I practise better when im alone, and now you've ruined my peace, if you don't have anything new or smart to say-"

"You are a witch." He speaks. You actually freezed for a moment, forehead frowned in confusion. "Excuse me?"He repeated his impossible words.

"Im a witch...because i saved your father's lives?" You ask him, slowly. He looks more frustrated then ever, as if you're the one patronizing him.

"No, you are a witch, because you have bewitched him." You could laugh if you didn't want to punch him. "And how have I bewitched him?" You almost yell. "I don't fucking know!" He yells first.

"My father has never trusted anyone, except for me, yet i see he'd put his life in your hands if he has to. And you know that, you know what you are doing. How you win his praise and trust when you fight, and when you put yourself over him, over the other shooters, martyring yourself."

Your mouth was wide open, your brows furowing, but no words escape you as he continues, inching closer with every word, untik you're both a step away from eachother.

"And you know exactly what you do to me." He was hovering over you, with a glare so intense you've never seen from the mirkwood prince. "I've done nothi-" He cuts you off when you've just gained enough control to speak. "You've bewitched me."

His breath was steady even in such anger, fanning your face gently as he inhales and exhales. "I don't trust you, and i shouldn't care too much of another fighter in our army, another stranger i shan't waste my time on. Yet one glimpse of you, and you're stuck in my head, like a memory i can't seem to forget."

he was silent after the last confession ends, and you have the stubborn urge to answer to him. "That sounds like a you problem, not mine." He gives a short bitter laugh, looking up to the sky for a second, as if praying to the stars for guidance. "What have you done to me, cruel enchantress."

The rage seemed to lessen in the glare he still holds at you, but something more hungry lays in his gaze. "I've done nothing. Im no witch." You answer, so over all of this cat and mouse game. "And if I was, I wouldn't waste my time on someone so frustrating like you, and your stupid perfect nose, going around acting like you're-" He cuts you off, closing the small space between the two of you with his lips.

It was persistent, the way his mouth pushed over yours, like a strong wave crashing over sands, forcing it to feel the same surge it's being held againts.

When your hands finally found its strength, you place them againts his chest, pushing him off, he startles and moves a step, eyes locking with yours.

His hands that were once on each sides of your face, falls down to his side, fingers flexing as if too empty now. "I hate you." He says. His eyes saying the opposite. Your mind repeats over and over of what he had done and you tell yourself that it can't get any worse or better than this, so you took a move yourself forward, standing on the ground he was on a second ago.

"Then why don't you show me how much."

You don't hesitate to pull his face towards yours, recreating the similar scene as before. His hands move to wrap around your waist, while yours tangle themselves in his untied long white hair.

You gasp when his tongue licks over your bottom lip, giving him what he wanted, your tongues clashes as you two continue kissing eachother like you're out of air. You don't flinch when he backs you up until your back meets the flat of a wall. His right hand starts to fliddle with the laces tying your leather top on. You help him take it off before your own fingers helps him take his breeches of while he moves his lips to your neck.

"I like you better with your hair down." You manage to gasp out while he's sucking on your neck. "And I like you better with your mouth shut." Legolas replies before his hands easily turns you around your face meets with the wall.

You barely hold on to the wall when his grip on your hips tighten, your own training tights pulled down before you felt him againts your back. You squirm and let yourself grind againts his hardness when one of his hands move to your front to squeeze your breasts, flicking your nipple, gently moving lower then from your chest to yoir stomach, grazing your scar filled abs until it gets lower to where you want him the most.

He's still squeezing your left hip while rubbing his hard cock againts your ass.

Finally as he sinks into you without notice, receiving a loud whimper from you, his hand over your hips move to grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back againts his chest. His right wandering fingers were still againts your front, rubbing circles on your thighs.

You're too speechless, feeling yourself filled up to the brim by him. He doesn't move at first, head laying low by your neck, hot breathing againts your cheek. You almost cry when he slowly pulls out, until he pushes himself in again, harder tham the first thrust.

He doesn't stop them, pushing into your hole repeatedly, his hands moving up from your thighs to your clit, rubbing over it with a pace that wanted to make you scream.

Legolas finally regains enough strength to start biting and sucking on your neck, marking you, while he doesn't stop pounding into your wet cunt.

The fullness of his cock and pressure of his fingers makes your cunt tighten againts him, he lets out a growl you've never heard if the elf prince before he bites down your sweet spot harshly, making you scream out his name. "Fucking hell." He groans out, fucking out all his pent up anger and tension over you.

.Your hands feels slippery againts the wall, gripping againts nothing while he takes you like a ragdoll, manhandling you take his cock over and over, watching you turn into a crying and moaning mess.

"Legolas, please- uh." You mewl out to him He hears you, pleased he is as he lets out a grin againts your neck. "Please what, my love?" He asks huskily. Love, thats a new one.

"Need to come-" You beg out to him. And Legolas, for all his false pretense of hostility before, could never say no to you.

He pushes your face againts the wall again, both of his palms now back to each side of your hip, tightening againts them as he plunges himself harder inside of you as you scream out his name, shameless of who could've heard them. Your nipples grazes againts the hard bumpy walls, oversensitive to everything now, you clench againts him so tightly that you could hear him curse out in elvish as he holds on to your bruised sides.

You feel tears brimming in your eyes as he continues fucking you while you explode all over him, your orgasm leaking out of your cunt, all over his leg. "Argh- im going to-" He doesn't finish his words as he finally cums after you, his hot cum leaking into your hole and then lower lines on your arse.

His head leans on your back, his breathing rapid and sweat glistens you both.

Legolas pulls you back by your breast, letting you rest on hus chest while the two of you try to regain some air. His fingers grazing the valley of your tits, head stuck on the side of your forehead. Once you've calmed down from your high, you tilt your head towards him, relishing his warm arms around you.

He leans forward, letting your forehead meets. You let out a small smile. "Now what?" Your voice gentler then expected. "Now-" He answers, voice hard. "-I'll take you to my chambers, and I'm fucking you again."

#legolas greenleaf fanfiction #legolas greenleaf #legolas greenleaf x reader #legolas x reader #legolas #lord of the rings x reader #lord of the rings fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lotr #the lord of the rings

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hi! can you maybe do reactions when the reader sees them getting into a physical fight with someone and gets scared (maybe from ptsd?) with ran, rin, sanzu, & hanma please? thanks :) also love your writing you’re so talented!

their s/o getting scared seeing them fight ft #ran, #rin, #sanzu, #hanma

pairings: haitani ran x reader, haitani rin x reader, haruchiyo sanzu x reader, hanma shuji x reader

cw/tws ⚠️: fighting, mention of blood, swearing, abusive parents, bullying, drug usage

requested: yes

barrista's note ☕: OMG I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE FOR SOOO LONG i hope u see this and enjoy it darling 😭😭 i can barely keep my eyes open so i'm leaving hanma for later :(

#ran

ran had taken you out on a date in one of the clubs haitani brothers owned in roppongi cause you felt like dancing. and it was fun, until the leader of another gang tried to lay his hands on you. ran had dragged the guy out into an alley and both of them weren't their prettiest version to look at. you couldn't stand the sound of two men hitting each other, sight of the blood spilling on the floor gave you a sharp headache; reminded you of how your father used to hit your older brother.

"ran..." you couldn't even find the strength to call out his name so you sat down on the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees as you cried. ran, recognizing the sound of you sniffling even while he's fighting, handed the guy over to his men before kneeling next to you.

"darling i'm so sorry, okay?" you felt his hands running through your hair. "i try so hard not to get into a fight when you're around but that bitch was hella outta line." his other hand drew circles on your back as you shifted your head from your arms to look at him. he gave you a little smile and cupped your face before kissing every inch.

"let's get you home, 'right baby?"

#rin

it was a regular day, rin was checking documents for business in his office and you were reading your book laying on the couch, but not after some guy you didn't recognize barged into the office and attacked rin.

"y/n, get out, go to ran's office."

all you could think about as rin yelled was the sight of your 10 year old self cornered by bullies and getting beaten until you passed out. you tried to breathe but you choked, collapsing on the floor as you tried to get to the door. tears started streaming down your face as if the scars all over your body still hurt like they were made yesterday.

rin sweared and dragged the passed out guy to the corridor before shutting the door and kneeling in front of you.

"honey, look at me."

all you could do was to sob as he pulled you to himself, leaning your head on his chest and stroking your back.

"y/n, it's okay baby, i'm sorry 'right?" he kissed your forehead. "you're always safe with me, no one can hurt you."

rin tied your hair with your hairclip on his wrist before you tilted your head to look at him, his hand lingered on your nape, slowly stroking it to calm you down.

"look at my babyyy!" he pouted. "your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. let's go home and i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

#sanzu

it was an ordinary night for you and sanzu, him getting high on drugs in the back of the club as you sat on his lap and kept yourself busy with whatever you had in hand. sadly, your routine was disrupted when the rival gang members busted the place. before you could get a grasp on what's happening sanzu was there beating the shit out of some guy, swearing and talking about how he couldn't have a second of peace in this shithole.

suddenly all you could hear was your childhood friend crying for help as the older kids ganged up on him and beat him up as you sat there helpless, knowing you were too weak to interfere.

"haru, stop!" you were sobbing while sanzu kept beating up the wrecked up guy.

"huh? why ya cryin', doll?" sanzu threw the guy on the floor and made his way to you. he wrapped his arms around your body as he stroked your hair.

"shhh, stop crying; yeah? 's okay now darlin'. let's take you home, i'll make you forget about all this shit, yeah?" sanzu kissed your lips and picked you up.

"nothing bad's gon' happen when 'm with ya."

@ewitsren 's work, do not translate/repost on other apps and platforms

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snapscube · 7 months

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Are the old graphics options going to be available? Im gonna be so mad if I Literally Cannot Play FFXIV ever again because people spent two years complaining about those goddamn grapes.

No, the base system requirements/recommendations are changing, they’ve talked about this a lot. The minimum specs are actually still pretty generous though, it’s still required to run on PS4 after all. And while I do understand the frustration if u still don’t meet the minimum specs, I promise it’s not just because of shit like the grapes lol. They’ve talked about literally needing to change intended story beats/shot composition as recently as Endwalker specifically because foliage quality looked distractingly bad during what were meant to be emotionally resonant scenes. The game absolutely could use a boost in fidelity if it’s meant to carry on for another 10 years. Sure there are a ton of people who don’t mind the visuals of the game now, I still think it can look quite nice in many areas and I think the strength of its story and overall art direction carry even the bad parts, but for years now they have been building off of a foundation that was notoriously compromised and rushed to ultimately save the game in the long run, and it shows. Texture quality in particular has been absolutely dire for way longer than it should have been. I’ve seen so many people distracted by how pixelated the Crystal Exarch looks near the end of Shadowbringers and it’s entirely understandable. I personally can’t help but notice how muddy hair and gear look when a cutscene decides to close-up on a character’s face, which is just not at all what should be running through my mind, but I can’t help it. I’m not a graphics SNOB but I do think that a games visuals really do matter, especially for an MMO like this where so much of its appeal is carried by your attachment to your character from a role playing and aesthetic perspective. Glamour is endgame after all, and that is ALL visual. This stuff is important to people, making it better is a net win.

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Jjk headcanons/fan theories/ random thoughts/random facts

I made this in a few months time so its prob repetitive

Tsumiki went into her year and 7 month long coma when megumi was 13-14 years old meaning tsumiki missed her sweet 16 :( (she’s a year older than him)

Toji was a good dad in the end (both times) bc he was already dead and told Gojo to take Megumi as a F u/later fix the alliance’s of the clans and to make sure that Megumi would be protected, fed, housed, and taught sorcery bc toji damn well couldn’t much less protect his kids from curses anyhow.

Noaya (and the men of the Zenin clan) abused Mai and maki bc they’re women (implied SA) noaya hinted at asking to beats em up like he used to (could be implied bc he called them hot & Mai has the same face) but he was also possibly teasing since Mai just 💀 but there’s no way he could have known that

It’s worse to be a male Zenin with no cursed energy bc then you’d be absolutely powerless, useless, worthless, etc. no other clan woman would want you and your fam would never coughed for you much less protect you bc why do they have to you were born a Zenin and yet…

So we know Kokichi Toji Mai n maki all were hit with HR but it was just a double whammy to also be twins? Yes. HR hit Toji so hard bc he was the first to be without cursed energy but then Nanako and Mimiko, bc they’re fraternal twins that that’s possible they’re able to both have CE?

Kenjaku stayed in Iori for so long that his stitches healed I’m guessing he planned it all (or saw hat happened which is why he chose Jin (bc there’s no way that’s random) and killed Jin and went to Geto when it was time (did Ken know about the KFC break up too??)

maki had no CE but still couldn’t get in tune with her full potential is bc Mai was there this the twin HR is f’d but there’s probably more chance one could 💀 the other to become powerful but in this instance it was about sacrifice and distance love. Different paths yet they were “the same person” so that’s only with identical twins?

sukuna loves to eat and is a cannibal and lactates and has 4 arms, 6 mouths or more, 20 fingers, many eyes, 4 legs, 10 toes, 3 heads, hopefully 9ft tall in his monster form….

stg toji had his divorced dad rock on religiously (nickel back fan don’t even start w me, weezer son nickleback dad)

nobara gonna be used in some way theres no reason to have her status as unknown of not to edge us istg I’ll even take a cursed spirit piloting her to mess with Yuuji more and she’s part of sukuna or some even worse group they gotta fight after the culling game arc

after chapter 253 are maki and yuta dead?? Hopefully Yuta was eaten but on Yutas birthday gege thats foul (I love it) 🫣🤩

It’s past ch253 and we’re waiting for 3/24 for the next chapter but I heard yuta yelled at Hakari to shut up with cursed speech? Or was that earlier

Maki Mai and Megumi and Tsumiki met probably around the time tsumiki went into that coma/megs entered jjk no wonder hes so formal//doesn’t know them well he was under gojos protection for so long

some jsckass said mais first love is unknown or megumi are you dumb shes in love with her sister no sister kissed the other to give them a sword cooly and die she literally just wanted to be with her no matter what to go to the ends of the earth it didn’t matter as long n as maki was with her but maki knew Mai’s potential to be better than her so she tried to make herself better, leaving Mai behind in the process and they still never hated each other even after all the time away.

mai likes to take care of cacti/the clan favored her over maki bc she has at least some CE//weve only seen maki being affected by her family's rejection (jjk0 makis mom said shed wished shed never have given birth to her as she was a failure and same girlie but my mom chose any and everyone to compare me to) but Mai either didn’t see herself special in that way and put the blame on maki or dealt with it in her own way (maki vs the fam excluding Mai and Megumi // whereas Mai’s version US against the world)

if choso is yuujis brother and kamo is one of chosos distant family, that would mean Yuuji, Choso, Yuki, Todo, and Kamo are all "Brothers" I love the thought of them being super cool and scary together with their cute yuki & Yuuji golden retrievers in a Doberman family

the same people who ship yuki and choso also ship utahime and gojo or shoko and gojo yall have NO comprehension skills at ALL or cant believe men n women b close like Yuuji & Nobara/Power & Denji/ Sasha & Connie/ Nami & Usopp, Franky, or Luffy)

Kenny planted the first finger by Geto’s twins to Yuuji’s school. they just had to get the finger to the occult club

Does Kenny have a witch or oracle or even premeditative powers to know the future or did he just plan this out to a T and what is his damn goal

Yuuji and Yuta are from the same home town bc gege said it’d be easier for the story but then todo also went to Yuuji’s middle school

Nobara dyes her hair lighter and I wonder how often she talks to Fumi back at home. And her grandmother if she’s like me w low contact

Megumi was alone with gojo for almost 2 years (no tsumiki) no wonder he’s so to himself he was probably always with tsumiki before, who decided everything for them (in a big sis way) and he respected it

Yutas a pos for forgetting how Rika 💀 then trapping her w him bc of how traumatized he was like bruh you also yelled at her the first time u ever yelled at Rika was over another girl and he doesn’t do much else but manipulate like the Pisces man he is (I kin him/made an oc before I found out about his BITCH ass and he got everything word for word but is a dude I’m losing it)

As an astrologer, I must say Gege’s planning with the character birthdays and everything else I can read from that is incredibly accurate I’ll give examples in the next points

geto’s mission was to go to remote village, he finds curse and exorcizes it, finds the twins the next dy, he kills everyone, he goes back to his pants to get supplies and kills them (prob no his first choice but once again was probably proven right) and runs has been gone for way too long and gojo doesn’t know what th ehhell happened. which is why he was so mad at kfc and geto just had to accept his new role while gojo was still in the past

Toji and Megumi (Kamo, Nobara, Todo) being cancer moons meaning they care about the heart, (todo has other placements making it seem a lil more “shallow” when he just wants a “straight” answer (lmao Megumi)

Yuta being a Leo moon and (outwardly asked) liking the chest

Yuuji being a libra moon liking butts all this makes sense (libra moons are indecisive, will weight out all the possibilities and still want the peaceful side unless there’s such chaos there’s no way for that to happen… then we snap)

Yuuji and Junpei would’ve been perfect friends we already saw but they both just didn’t ask for any of this and chose their own paths, they’re almost parallels of each other

Geto’s birthchart shows a lot more of wanting to get humanity to evolve where gojos looks more like a POWERFUL cog in the machine

Yap: Gege basically made this for women I’m sorry boys but why all the beautiful men & perfectly written women & relationships maybe it’s just a rare case where the mangaka actually knows women (or gege is a woman 🤗) & how all the dudes fit a Yaoi archetype & the women,,, they’re perfect & cute & not sexualized (other than maki in jjk0 & the glasses girl in ep 1 getting groped) but everything else is just hot w/o taking ur clothes off kinda energy & thats INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT w everything else going on

You think something broke in Meimei when she said she wanted to be comforted and Gojo was like bruh I was joking 🙃

Kirara and Uranme’s gender is yes 👍🏼

Geto raising the girls as a 17-18yr old is insane same age as Megumi and gojo so for how long was Geto their dad? Inbetween 10 years but when did the girls realize that that wasn’t their dad anymore? I’m guessing Kenny can remember the vessel he takes overs memory or does something to their brain to replace it w him

I doubt a male mangaka can write good women (mostly bc of the stereotype that they’re shut ins but also from just reading/watching with my own eyes and being a woman myself) and add them in correctly, though the thing is in jjk they’re all just in a world but in Naruto and berserk and stuff she’s the add in into /their/ world where they keep fighting bc they miss each other and she gotta be used and a pillar for them or an excuse like Nobara and shoko weren’t used like that by satsug and itafushi they were their own ppl w their own sh like don’t get me wrong vasca and Sakura also were their own people but they really were given the bottom of the barrel sh bc of the dudes decisions. Shoko and Nobara strictly did what they wanted instead of falter to men

They’re literally all kids it doesn’t matter if some are weaker or useless, imagine a god/demon came here rn like the strongest will survive/fight you have to also apply the “weak characters” to irl bc I bet you they’re still stronger than most of us (miwa, Kamo, idk about momo still but she been w them I can’t doubt her skill just cause they had POWERFUL enemies

Gojo not being able to drink makes sense no drugs to impair his power and eyes (maybe lightweight maybe uncontrollable drunk and no one’s really ready or able to control that)

Gojo isn’t coming back and he wouldn’t bc he half assed the fight and now he’s with his love and everyone has to fend for themselves now

I like to think Gojo had Megumi and tsumiki, Geto had Nanako and Mimiko and nanami had Nobara and Yuuji in this preschool/parent AU (tojis gojos ex baby daddy)

All of them are taller than me other than momo and Nobara. (Im 5’4” so gojos 10 years older and a foot taller 🫣)

In one of Geges book covers it has Gojo in the winter w pink camellias and those flowers mean ily even after death and that flower is also specifically for the birthday feb3 (Geto’s) AGAIN WHY I THINK GEGES A WOMAN RAHHHHH

Maki, Mai, Toji, Kamo, Kokichi were all raised w no love like at all. Yuta had it good til 11, Miwa, yuuji and megumi never fully had it good, todo, Toge (?), Panda, momo, and nobara were just chillin.

HOW DID NOBARA COME UP WITH HER TECHNIQUE THEYRE ALL EMO BITCHES SHE WAS LITERALLY 16 FOR 2 MONTHS BEFORE HER FACE BLAST

SHE WAS SO YOUNG HOW DID SHE COME UP WITH HAMMERING NAILS INTO HERSELF WHAT

Uranme and Kirara go by (they/them)

Gojo and Geto were soulmates no matter the relationship

Utahime, Shoko, Momo, Mai and Nobara all like girls

Gojo knew Geto for the short amount of time but thought of him for 5x longer.

Megumi’s been without his sister for 1.5 years so she went into a coma when he was 13, his 2nd-3rd year of junior high)

Mai and maki didn’t know about Toji and Megumi until that year (2018)

Kenjaku planted the first finger at Yuuji’s school by Nanako and Mimiko (they’re the same age) hence why thanking Satsuki for taking care of his son

The person Rika is gone, her cursed spirit is what remains (an embodiment of her love/the curse yuta placed on her)

Yuta is wrong for using Rika and forgetting about his promise and why she’s even there for 6 YEARS then yelling at her about Maki

Shoko started smoking in high school and stopped about 5 years ago, but started again when she heard Geto was alive again.

Sukuna has 6 mouths, 4 arms, 4 legs, many eyes, and lactates.

Choso, Yuuji, Kamo, Todo, and Yuki are all “brothers” by blood or not idc i love their lil weirdo family.

Toji was a good dad, dealt the worst hand, everything going down so the best way to protect his kids is to give them to people who can kill curses and teach them about sorcery.

Nobara and Yuuji have the same friendship as Power and Denji, Nami and Franky/Luffy/Usopp

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emo-batboy · 1 year

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Fan pages on Twitter with Bruce are making me think of one thing. Kpop Twitter. Do u think they would be making fancams of him too? Photocards? Posters? Buying 10 copies of vogue just for different cover with him?

*takes off glasses* now I cannot reveal the secrets of my Twitter au BUT you came to the right person :DD

NOW CONSIDER

BRUCE WAYNE AS A FORMER MODEL (idk if this has been done before with Battinson? Let me know so I can read it)

So maybe Bruce did some covers for a business magazine in his late teens or early 20’s and it went really well!!

a few luxury brands asked if this fresh-faced Bruce Wayne would consider being an ambassador. Maybe a brand of watches, suits, sunglasses, something business-like or old money

He agrees to work with some suit company cuz his dad loves the brand and he likes them too now

This earns him his first ever taste of A-List Celeb Status. He is on the cover of magazines, not just business and fashion: Gossip magazines. Tabloids. People recognize him and want his autograph. Paparazzi follow him to lunch dates with friends.

They want to know his favorite color, cereal brand, ice cream flavor, and not because they want to be billionaires like him (poor little nepo baby) but because they love him so much they want to know every little detail of his life.

He is given the title of heartthrob over and over again (and I mean look at him, ofc he is)

He despises it with every cell in his body.

BUT he keeps working for this one luxury tailor brand until his contract ends. Maybe two or three years?

He has a good relationship with them, still. Wears their suits mostly, recommends it to friends if they need a new one. But he’s decided it’s not for him anymore.

Now. Every year, during New York Fashion Week, Bruce is invited to walk in their show. (This brand gives all of their ambassadors the opportunity.) Sometimes, he says yes. Sometimes, he doesn’t.

He refuses for a few years (during his vengeance era) until Bruce Wayne changes and decides to make more appearances. NY Fashion Week comes around, and Bruce returns for one (1) show.

Oh lordie the stans

They arrive in droves

EVERYBODY AND THEIR MOTHER SEES THE CLIP OF BRUCE WAYNE WALKING AT THE FASHION SHOW!!

He tears up that fucking runway! He’s a seasoned veteran of course he does

THE BRAND BEGS BRUCE TO COME BACK

And ya know what?

He says yes

Cuz he wants to be personable, likable, approachable, a role model (no pun intended)

His bitterness is slowly dissipating, and he’s grown stronger after the stress of his early 20’s and the hatred of his late 20’s. He’s an Adult TM who can handle it.

This is when he learns about the new emergence of stan culture :)

The edits are EVERYWHERE

Some are from his new collections and looks

Others are made up of early 2010’s Bruce Wayne

Imagine like those sparkly ones with cute music in the background and it’s just Bruce smiling

(And then there’s the thirst trap ones, you know those one)

Pretty boy billionaire Bruce Wayne and his army of fans could declare a nation. They’re your cousin, your friend, your teacher, your goddamn accountant.

Old posters from Tiger Beat 2009 go up on eBay for thousands of dollars

And those old “vintage” fashion magazines where he’s on the cover, those could cost you rent

Bruce walks some new shows and agrees to pose for some magazines (fashion AND business, among others)

Vogue offers him the cover, which he accepts

They run out of stock.

(How is that even possible?)

Fancams of him walking down the street and attending press conferences crop up? That’s what surprises him the most.

He is still very camera shy but the more he gets to know the regular fansites, he feels more comfortable waving and talking to them. (And hopefully they don’t suspect a thing. PLEASE don’t suspect a thing.)

There are a lot of events where they’re not allowed in but if it’s a public event, they will be there

(There are some creepy ones tho, and Alfred handles them accordingly) (with a call to the police) (and occasionally a hose)

It’s fun tho, allows Brucie Wayne, Billionaire Nepo Baby Extraordinaire, to become separate from his nightly persona

This is how Bruce becomes very familiar with Stan Twitter

But he still refuses to make an account for his own sanity

It’s for the best

#bruce wayne #battinson #batman #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman 2022 #model au #battinson is a model #WHAT IF ya know????#I really wish I could put like 50 photos in this post but I can’t

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whyse7vn · 11 months

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DOWN BAD -

[ ot7 x reader ]

JOON4PRESIDENT

8 participants - 8 online

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y/n: hi

tae: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

y/n: ?

tae: holy fuck ur so fucking funny😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭

jimin: i BEG you let that man hit

at this point it’s embarrassing

tae: pls

jk: i think ur funny too

namjoon: shame is free

tae: idk what that’s supposed to mean

jk: it means shame is free i think

y/n: is that why you’ve been at my house for the last 2 weeks??

cuz you wanna hit??

yoongi: 2 weeks??

jin: down so fucking bad

jk: i thought tae was here cuz he missed us?

tae: I AM I SWAER

but if y/n let me hit in the time i was here i wouldn’t be mad

y/n: ur sick

hobi: why have you let tae stay in ur house for 2 weeks?

y/n: he FORCED his way in here

tae: not true jungkook willingly let me in

jin: jungkooks not even a real person so that doesn’t count

jk: i’m real

i think

jimin: i’m telling you he needed that 100k for rent

yoongi: taehyung homeless era

tae: I HAVE A HOME

y/n: ur not acting like it

tae: home is where the heart is

and my hearts with you bbg

y/n: leave

jk: am i real?

tae: are you a construction worker?

jk: no

tae: cuz ur a building

namjoon: what?

tae: 😉

@y/n

not you namjoon or jungkook

y/n: it’s hard

the life i live

hobi: hard like a criminal hard like the beat

tae: my rizz is out of this world it’s actually insane

jimin: do you know what rizz means?

bcs you can’t be fr

jk: isn’t rizz a type of cheese?

yoongi: this is my competition…

y/n: ur thinking of swiss cheese kook

jk: I AM

how did you know that??

y/n: can one of you guys come a get tae from us pls im begging you

jimin: i can’t read sorry

jin: i’m literally blind

hobi: 🫣

y/n: i fear his stupidness is rubbing off on jungkook

yoongi: i think he’s just naturally dumb as hell

jk: who

yoongi: see

y/n: plS my biggest fear in this life is waking up to furry jk

tae: ummm

that would have nothing to do with my influence

yoongi: call animal control maybe they’ll help you with tae?

tae: ??????

y/n: NAMJOON PLS UR MY ONLY HOPE PLS PLS PLS

namjoon: i’m not here

tae: CAN SOMONE DEFEND ME LIKE OMG???

jUNGKOOK TELL HER HER GREAT I AM

jk: he’s great

tae: UR NO HELP FUCK U

i’m gonna kill myself in front of you all in the most horrific way and change ur lives forever and NO amount of therapy will help you forget or move on

jk: ok i’m ready

tae: i’m leaving

y/n: god bless 🙏🏽

tae: ur obsessed with me get help

i hate you all

losers

gosh

fucking bitches the LOT of you

AWOOOOOOO

lone wolf era

jimin: what the fuck

namjoon: are you done?

tae: yeah :/

y/n: do you feel better now??

tae: as better as i can be in a situation like this :/

hobi: what situation?

tae: wdym?

jin: he has to be brain dead or something

tae: right hoseok stupid as hell

jk: i think jimin is talking about you bro

tae: jungkook ur young i wouldn’t expect you to understand

jk: ur right

y/n: they changed the korean age system isnt that crazy

jin: DON’T TALK ABOUT AGE

jimin: it’s a sensitive topic for him cuz he’s still old no matter what

namjoon: please

jk: i’m 25

jin: IDC SHUT UP

y/n: yikes

hobi: jungkook has been 25 for like 10 years

jk: that’s not true that makes no sense

hobi are you bad at maths?

hobi: don’t speak to me

tae: jimin you smell the best in the group

y/n: why are you smelling people?

hobi: furry

tae: after the loml ofc

jk: jennie?

tae: SHUT UP

jk: did you break up again???

tae: KICK HIM KICK HIMMM

jimin: what do i smell like?

tae: like vanilla i love it soOOOO much

it’s like a sweet vanilla but not so strong it overpowers ur senses it’s just right

i could eat you

jimin: i wish bitches i wanted said shit like this

but it’s just you

thx ig

tae: ???????

jin: that’s frfr creepy as hell tbh

why is he actually sniffing people is that not insane

jimin: don’t be mad you don’t smell like sweet vanilla

jin: i’m actually glad

look at what ur attracting

hobi: furries

jin: right

tae: 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖚𝖕

jk: WOAH

CALM DOWN TAE CALM DOWN TAE ITS OKAY ITS JUST US 😰😨😭

jimin: again what the actual fuck

tae: ur right i’m sorry i didn’t mean to get like that guys

jk: it’s okay

namjoon: they’re actually insane oh my god

y/n: i have seen a real decline in jungkooks mental state since the arrival of tae at our home

yoongi: again i think that’s just jungkook

y/n: no i know jungkook

jk: yeah she knows me

i know her

we have a connection you wouldn’t understand yoongi

y/n: and i know for a FACT he’s not that dumb

hobi: dumb dumb

jk: right i’m not that dumb

tae: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY RN???

jk: wait

namjoon: tae go back to therapy

jimim: begging you

jin: awoman🙏🏻

tae: NO

I TOLD YOU LAST TIME

SHE LAUGHED AT ME

THE THERAPIST

I WONT I WONT I WONT

you can’t make me

it’s a free world

jk: you can buy the world??

yoongi: what do people see in you?

jk: whom?

y/n: LMAOOOO

namjoon: jungkook are you high rn?

jk: am i what?

namjoon: high

jk: hello

work on ur spelling joon

jimin: who tf is supplying him with this shit

jin: bet it was tae

tae: NO LOL

LOL

yoongi: so it was tae

y/n: HAVE YOU BEEN GETTING JUNGKOOK HIGH THESE LAST 2 WEEKS TAE???????

namjoon: this explains a lot

hobi: this is why he’s been messaging shit to my phone at like 2 in the morning

crazy

jk: who

tae: NO

LOL

y/n: HOW HAVE I NOT NOTICED???

jimin: right you dumb as hell tbh

namjoon: does it not smell??

jin: namjoon drug expert

tae: MAYBE HES BEEN TAKING EDIBLES

FROM SOMEONE WHEN YOU GO TO SLEEP???

LOL

yoongi: why are you giving ur self away like that

you really are stupid

jk: yeah stupid

yoongi: don’t ever agree with me again

jk: in y/ns bed rn

hobi: fight fight fight

yoongi: been there multiple times

jk: um ur lying

im here every night

i haven’t run into you in the last 4 months

tae: DONR TELL ME YOU LET JUNGKOOK HIT BEFOR ME OH MY GOD I CANT BREATHE RNNNNNNNNNNN

LIKE JUNGKOOK

ARE YOU FR .:’sk

omGGGH

NOOOSODODOD

jk: i’ve never hit a woman in my life

it’s not right pls don’t hit y/n

y/n: he comes to cuddle sometimes

yoongi: he does?

jk: everyday actually

she’s lying

jin: i’m gonna kill 14 puppies in-front of taehyung and see what happens

tae: why me

jin: you’re n need of a personality change

tae: i’m fine the way i am??

love urself and others will love you for you

we made a whole album about it?

jin: i’m not loving you for you tbh

and a LOT of people would say the same

tae: you guys are lucky i’m not sensitive

y/n: i’ve always been a lucky girly

hobi: you literally live with jungkook?

jk: yes?

hobi: nothing

jk: if you remember lmk ^^

tae: y/n do you have ugly man syndrome or something?

y/n: ??

tae: idk you just seem to enjoy being friendly with ugly men

y/n: never once have i said i’ve enjoyed ur company

tae: ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY IM THE UGLY MAN??

y/n: you said it not me…

tae: anything jungkook can do i 110% do it better

unless it’s lack common sense

i’m pretty full of common sense

jimin: that’s actually not true

y/n: maybe that’s what gets jungkook cuddles?

jk: when?

yoongi: being stupid?

y/n: yeah maybe he’s a loser and i find it endearing

yoongi: lol

hobi: me when i’m jealous

tae: IM ACTUALLY THE BIGGESt LOSER AROUND

TELL HER GUYS

namjoon: the biggest!

jimin: HE SOOOOOO DUMB ITS CRAZY

hobi: i feel the need to kick him every time i see him type of loser

jin: he’s such a loser actually i still bully him to this day

tae: not too much now

hobi: okay i can’t do this anymore let’s address the elephant in the room

jimin: namjoon…

namjoon: wtf?

y/n: don’t be mean

jk: are you guys in all in a room without me?

tae: u-um >.<

jin: did he just stutter through text?

y/n: pls stop

jk: where is the elephant??

jin: jungkook go to bed or something ur pissing me off now

jk: sleep well jin

namjoon: gn jin

jin: don’t feed into his shit namjoon

jk: y/n are you with the elephant?

yoongi: y/N aRe yOu wItH tHE eLepHaNt

jimin: what the beef omg?

tae: what is this elephant hobi-senpai ?!!!

i’m sitting on the edge of my seat

♡ (⇀ 3 ↼)

jk: me 2

hobi: tae you need to learn how to get a fucking grip and shut the fuck up

…

FYI JK AND Y/N ARE LIVING TOGETHER FOR THE FUNZIES OKAY? FOR THE GIRLIES THAT DO NOT KNOW

the rest of the members have their own houses and are lonely losers

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dudethatsmyundeaduncle · 26 days

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Tim Drake's Mom is actually Lara Croft! AU

After getting pregnant Lara Croft disappears off the face of the earth, takes up a shell company in Gotham left to her by her father, and assumes the identity Janet Drake.

(DC made Timmy's parents archeologists! so Sis it was between Indiana Jones or the Tomb Raider and well here we are!)

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Lara Croft has a daring archeological adventure/world saving mission with a dashing man she only knows as N. Drake (if u know u know) and finds out she's pregnant weeks after.

Lara Croft did not expect to be Pregnant. Lara knows that she shouldn't have a baby. She knows this intellectually and emotionally, she doesn't have any family left and after nearly 10 years of traveling the globe and putting herself in life or death situations she knows her life can't accommodate children. Lara knows the responsible thing to do, she makes an appointment with NHS/MSI and focuses on her next project. (TW: Discussion of Abortion)

Lara never gets her appointment. She misses her abortion date in London when she gets caught up in another mad expedition that takes her half way across the world.

On this mission she nearly looses everything, her friends, her own life, what's left of her father's legacy, all for a semi cursed magical artifact that nearly blows up the South American Coast.

Lara's tired, scared, she's been running from Trinity (evil org) for nearly a decade now . She's 29, she's 5 months pregnant, and she's stuck floating on her back in the middle of the South Atlantic sea watching the sky burn.

Lara's rich she could always get the abortion, legally or otherwise, her father left her a billionaire and the souvenirs she'd collected from her travels do nothing but add to that wealth.

Trinity wants Lara Croft dead, they'll never stop chasing, and Lara just wants respite. She wants her quaint childhood in the English countryside with her father, she wants to curl up and sleep for a thousand years. She wants to be someone else, just for a moment.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest and she can almost feel another heart beating alongside it.

Lara Croft makes a decision. She sinks into the sea and doesn't come back up for air even when it burns.

On the shore a nameless woman washes up, water logged and looking for passage to America.

The Croft's have had shell companies for years, one can't be a billionaire these days without at least a few, Medi-industries is an unassuming medical supplier located in Gotham, New Jersey the crime capital of North America. It's the perfect place to disappear.

Janet Drake Lands in Gotham on a gloomy morning in March, she's got enough money to throw around that people forget to ask what family she's from, this is Gotham new money is nearly unheard of.

By mid April Janet has reestablished control of Medi-Industries, Now Drake Industries, and purchased an old English style mansion in Bristol, which the real-estate agent has assured her is a great neighborhood.

Timothy Jackson Drake is born July 19th at nearly 3 in the morning squalling high into the night like a banshee. He is perfectly healthy and perfectly safe in Janet's arms.

It is only in the safety of their home, in the house Janet picked, because it was high on a hill for tactical advantage and had bullet proof glass nestled between quaint wood paneled windows, It is only in the heart of Drake Manor that Lara dares to Whisper her son's name

"Timothy Jackson Croft"

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AU ALSO INCLUDES!

Badass Lara Croft being the cool mom TM

A family portrait of the Drakes, Including Janet, baby Tim, and a mysterious Jack Drake (who was a very discreet and well paid member of Gotham's theatre society, and who was also more then happy to pose as a rich ladies dead husband for a day)

A Socttish Nanny/Housekeeper with a very keen eye and discreet mouth who will not tell a soul that she is fairly sure she's employed by Lord Richard Croft's, eccentric billionares, missing daughter.

precocious and slightly British accented baby Tim who gets to have his Mom with him for 10 whole years! before she inevitably runs back off to save the world

Tim being unaware of his mother's past life beyond her name until the age of 13 when he becomes Robin and is able to actually find out what his mom's been protecting him from his whole life.

I imagine in this AU that eventually Trinity finally catches wind of where Lara is hiding and she has a big confrontation with them in New Jersey. It's way too close to Gotham and Tim for her comfort, she knows this is the only chance she'll get to control the chaos.

So she packs Tim up to move him into the dorms at Gotham Academy and promises she'll write and be home for his birthday in the summer. After she's finished her "company" business first of course.

Tim's confused but he trusts his mom, he gets unsigned postcards from all over the world and pins them above his bed in the dorm and goes to sleep trying to guess what country she's in every night.

The move to the dorm is kind of cool to Tim as well because it means he can start his plan to follow Batman and Robin in the city! (in this AU there's no way Lara wouldn't have noticed him sneaking out at 9, but Gotham academy security? totally oblivious)

Tim celebrates his 10th birthday with his mom at home, he has so many freaking questions about where she was! and she tells him outlandish stories about daring fights and cursed artifacts that he rolls his eyes at but enjoys none the less.

it isn't till he's 15 that his Robin work and his mom's adventures cross paths.

After so many years of close calls, of hiding bruises from his mom with same concealer she uses to hide her own wounds, of wondering if it was selfish to wish his Mom cared a little bit less about the world and would stay with him for more then a few weeks at a time. Finally it all comes to a head in the worst way. Lara Croft's latest adventure puts her right in the middle of a Bat Level investigation. It has Tim near loosing his mind with worry hoping his mom is alive and Lara having the worst freakout/Blow up of her life realizing her son has been putting himself in Danger every night she thought he was safe.

The Drake/Crofts are messy! Bad at communicating! And unfortunately the exact same kind of reckless and self sacrificing!

Fun food for thought:

Lara canonically is a killer, if you've played any of the reboot Tomb Raider series she can be pretty gruesome and efficient! Very cool! Jason would stan! Tim is kind of appalled! Lara is glad Tim's never killed, that he's never had to.

Lara still dies in this AU but it's in a big Trinity X Obeah Man X Captain Boomerang Cluster fuck where Lara finishes off Trinity and Obeah Man for good but looses her own life in the process. Tim is devastated, he feels like they were just starting to really be 100% transparent with each other before her death. Que Tim's not good very bad year!

if you've made it this far in my rambles here's a treat! I actually wrote a lil fuckin blurb for this!

preface: This the first time Robin and Lara Croft have ever met/are on the same mission.

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" mom!" Tim shouts, running before Bruce can even properly land the BatJet.

The old temple is ablaze, the ancient structure already half crumbled in on itself with what's left of it is spewing out clouds of jet black smoke.

Tim's mother limps out what was once the front entrance clutching at her ribs.

She's filthy, covered in a thick layer of dirt and grime. but she's got on a triumphant smile like the cat who got the cream.

" Mom!" Tim yells again watching as she does a double take at his choice of moniker.

Her mouth twists in a grimace as she stumbles and Tim dives under her arm quickly moving to support her left side.

Lara Croft meets the white lenses of Red Robin's eyes in confusion

" What'd you call me?" She slurs trying to blink away the smoke inhalation that makes it hard to focus and leaves her lightheaded.

Lara's right ankle which took the brunt of a very nasty dive from a very high perch, not 20 minutes earlier as she raced out of the Dead Kings Tomb, finally gives up the ghost and she pitches forward taking Red Robin with her.

He's young, she thinks, he's very young.

Before either of them can hit the ground Batman intercepts their fall hefting Lara into a secure hold.

Red Robin catches himself and latches onto Lara's hand.

He yanks off one of his gloves and tries to wipe some of the grime out of her eyes.

" Mum" he croaks this time, voice breaking nearly in half on the last syllable.

Lara furrows her brow, the cowl covers so much of this young man's face, from his nose too his brow bone, but his chin is startlingly familiar as is his absolutely atrocious British accent.

He reminds her terribly of Timothy.

" Tim" she says deliriously, Lara tries to smile but her eyes start to droop and her head lolls slack against Bruce's arm. She's clean out.

Tim makes an odd lunge and jerk movement pressing his fingers into her carotid artery to feel her pulse.

He's shaking, more wrong footed and anxious then Bruce has ever seen him.

Batman is extremely grateful when Nightwing comes up behind him and gently pulls his younger brother's hands away from his mother's comatose body.

" She's fine Red. We need to get her on board so we can get her some oxygen though, the smoke inhalation is getting to her. "

" Right" Tim says, still frozen in place. He shakes it off quickly " Right." he repeats pivoting in place and leading their small party through the remains of the ruins and back to the jet.

" I'll prep the med bay."

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pics or it didn't happen! (ps, if u wanna write, draw, or HC anything for this AU feel free my lads)

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calumsrockstar · 6 months

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Chemistry - Calum Hood

Calum was always a straight A student, but when he failed a test, you came to his rescue

Word count: 1.4k

Contents: protected p in v, oral (f and m recieving) virginity, minimal cursing, overall just cute vanilla sex, calum is a sub if you squint hard enough.

nerd!calum x reader (fem)

this is set in high school (both characters are 18)

Calum had never gotten less than an A on his tests, since he was a child, he prided himself in always being the best, spending his weekends studying and reading, knowing that would guide him to excellence.

But now, his last year in high school, things had changed. The subjects were getting harder and harder, and he was struggling to keep up, especially in chemistry class.

He´s always loved chemistry, but now, it felt like a drag.

He studied like a madman for his recent chemistry test, but when he recieved it, it was like his mind went blank, he couldn´t answer any of the questions, even the easiest ones.

A week later, he got the test back. The result was an F. He had never felt more defeated in his life. He looked up at you, showing your test to your friend. You had gotten an A! You were squealing with happiness.

You were another student in his advanced placement class, you were the only one who could compare to him. You were popular, and everybody liked you, you seemed to have a perfect life, unlike Calum, who spent his weekends at home.

He was a very handsome guy, he was tall, had beautiful brown eyes and amazing hair. The only problem is that he was insecure, feeling like nobody liked him.

He had always had a crush on you, since he could remember. Your y/h/c hair flowed in the wind, you always looked effortlessly beautiful even with no makeup on, and you wouldn´t hurt a fly. He always caught himself staring at you in class, or in the hallways, his heart skipping a beat when you smiled at him.

He heard that you were offering tutoring as a part time job. This was his chance, he thought. It was innocent, just asking for a tutor. No harm in that, right?

The next day, he finally worked up the courage, walking up to you. "Hey y/n, um, I was wondering if you could tutor me? I did really badly on his chemistry class." He spoke softly.

You looked at him. You had never heard him speak, so you were suprised by his accent. "Yeah, of course, is today after class okay with you, Calum?"

He was shocked you remembered his name. "Um, yeah, yeah! Totally cool..." He rubbed his hand on his forehead. "I´ll give you my number for us to get in contact." You told him.

The school day went slowly, he was checking his watch every 10 minutes, waiting for the bell to ring.

He finally got a message from you.

y/n: Hey, do u wanna come to my house or I go to urs?

Calum: We can go to mine, i can take us.

y/n: cool 😎 see u in a bit, outside gate

Calum had the biggest grin on his face, he could not believe the cutest girl in his class was going to his house.

Calum waited outside the school, checking his watch. You finally appeared, with your backpack, holding some books. "Let´s go?" You asked, smiling at him. "Come on, let´s go." He laughed awkwardly.

You both got into his car, it was run down, but cozy. "Sorry, this car is a little old." He rubbed the back of his head with his hand. You smiled. "I think it´s vintage."

You got to the front door. "My parents are in the living room, I think we better go to my room." Calum said. "Yeah, it´s no problem."

You answered. You took his hand. "Take me?" You smiled. Calum winced at the touch, not because he didn´t like it, but because he liked it too much.

He took you upstairs to his room. It had dim lights, the wallpaper was dark blue, he had vynils hanging from his walls, and a guitar propped up on the wall. "This is a cool ass room Cal!" You said. He blushed at the nickname. "Thanks." He said in a soft voice.

You pointed to the bed. "Can I sit down?" You asked. "Yeah! Sure!" He coughed and asked himself if he sounded stupid.

You sat down and patted the bed next to you, signaling him to sit. He did so, but a little far away from you.

You laughed. "I don´t bite, come closer. How am I gonna help you if you´re all the way over there?" Calum smiled and scooted closer to you. The mere touch of your legs together was making him hard.

He looked into your eyes. You´ve never really realized how beautiful he was. His glasses framed his face perfectly, and his fluffy black hair sat just in the right way.

You both looked away quickly.

You coughed. "So, what can I help you with, Calum Hood?" You asked him. "Um, I was just having some trouble understanding this topic." He pointed to a word on the textbook.

As you started to explain it to him, your words started becoming muffled, he could not pay attention. The way your lips moved were making him go crazy, and that low cut top you were wearing just made it worse.

"So, you understand?" You said this, breaking Calum out of his trance. "Um, yeah, totally." He said, still looking a little dazed. You laughed, and teased him. "Oh yeah, so repeat what I said!" You said, touching his shoulder.

He grabbed your face with his two hands and gave you a kiss. You opened your eyes. "Fuck y/n. i´m so sorry, um, I shouldn´t have..." You smiled. "That was embarassing, i´m sorry." He continued.

You said nothing, but started straddling while he was sitting down, taking off his glasses you said "You´re cute, you know that?" His jaw dropped, and he started blushing, looking at you with those adorable brown eyes.

You grabbed his face with your hand and your tongues started intertwining. You laid him down on the bed, putting your book on the floor, going on top of him.

His heart was racing. "y/n, i´ve never done this before..." he cooed on your neck. "It´s okay Cal, let me make you feel good."

You took off your shirt and your bra. His jaw dropped, this was better than anything he could ever imagine. "You´re so beautiful..." He said.

You started to unzip his jeans, and pull them off, and traced your hands through his boxers, feeling his cock twitch in your hands. He adjusted his hips, whining.

He was already sweating. You took off his boxers and put your mouth on his tip. He tried to push himself into your mouth. "Easy there, we still have time." You told him. You started licking, and bobbing your head up and down.

He put his fingers through your hair, squirming, and throwing his head back. "Fuck, y/n." He breathed. You stopped, "Does that feel good Cal?" You continued. "So fucking good..." He said, while breathing hard.

You licked all the way up his torso. "Do you wanna fuck me Cal?" You asked. "Wanna eat you out first..." He said, breathing heavily. You smiled "Wow, didn´t expect that."

It was your turn to lay down. "You wanna make me feel good?" You asked and he nodded.

He unzipped your pants and quickly took off your underwear. His lips made contact with your wet cunt, he started licking and kissing, like he was starved. "Fuck..." You said while his toungue rubbed circles on your clit.

"I´m about to cum..." You said. He said nothing, but just kept on going. You finally released yourself on his toungue, your pussy throbbing.

He resurfaced and kissed you with your own fluids.

"You got a condom?" You asked. He said yes, and went to his nightstand and ripped one open. You smiled at him. "Well, it was bound to happen." He laughed.

You helped him put on the condom. He was still rock hard. He slid inside you, you both gasping at the sensation. He pumped in and out, and you were relaxing into his rythym.

You felt that familiar feeling inside you, and so did Calum. "y/n, I´m close.." He said, in deep breaths. "Cum for me Cal." You said, he finally realeased inside of you, and you cumming all over his dick.

Calum rested his head on your neck, you both panting. He kissed your forehead, looked at you and smiled.

He rolled over, took off the condom and discarded it in a little trashcan he kept next to his bed, he laid next to you.

"Damn, Cal, never knew you had it in you." You giggled.

"Yeah, to be honest, me neither!" He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss.

#5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer #calum hood #calum hood x reader #5sos smut #calum hood fic #5 seconds of summer smut

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wandabear · 2 years

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COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

Summary: Wanda is a 32-year-old, a divorced mother who hasn’t opened herself up to the opportunity to love again. She met Y/N but the 7 year age difference made her feel guilty… until she end up being victim of Thanos’ snap while Y/N stayed.

What if Wanda never joined the Avengers? Her parents left Sokovia when Wanda and Pietro were little, achieving the dream of living in USA.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader part 1 - part 2 - part 3 & 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 finale

You don’t have permission to repost or edite or translate my work.

2024

Five years. Five years had passed since Thanos had snapped his fingers, using the stones that allowed him to leave humanity half broken and helpless.

Y/N’s gaze was fixed on the ceiling of her dark room, which was barely illuminated by the moon. She loved having the lights off as soon as she got home, sometimes she just lit a few scented candles and flopped into bed. Anyway, she lived at her work.

Five years were the ones Y/N had spent without being able to see her best friends, and five in which she had listened to Natasha mourn the disappearance of her sister. But Yelena wasn’t the only one who had disappeared.

Kate was also missing, Kate Bishop. Her best friend, whom she had met at College where Y/N was studying to get her Medicine degree. Of course, Kate was studying another career but fate brought them together when they had to share the place, being roomies.

Kate was one of the Bishop’s daughters, some important people in the Security business but that had never mattered to Y/N. She loved Kate considering her a sister.

Kate was dating Yelena, who was Natasha’s sister and thanks to Nat, Y/N met…her.

Her… who had also disappeared after the snap. That redhead with the most beautiful big green eyes that managed to make her sigh. She, who stole her sighs since she met her, she who with her lovely smile had melted all the barriers that Y/N put in her life after so much pain. Wanda Maximoff. That woman who, despite having made her heart beat so hard, had ripped it out of her and had left a hole that would never be filled again. And not because of her death.

‘what are u doing? Today is your night off!’ – Nat. Received.

Y/N sighed.

Possibly Nat would like to get together so they could have a beer with Bucky. Ever since Thanos’ snap the three of them had formed a very beautiful friendship.

Y/N and Natasha had bonded over the loss of Yelena, Kate and Wanda, and Bucky was Natasha’s partner.

The tall brunette hesitated whether to answer. She didn’t really want to go out but she couldn’t stay to be a victim of melancholy either. Natasha tried to introduce her to other women but sadly, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about Wanda. She could no longer continue to suffer from a rejection from a person who would never love her, much less after having disappeared five years ago.

Her fingers played against the screen, as if trying to think of what to write until she did it.

‘At home. Where u at now?’ Send.

Sighing and dropping her phone on the bed, Y/N ended up getting up and walking to the bathroom so she could take a shower and go out to see her friends. After all, it was her free shift away from that damn hospital.

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2019

Wanda’s life hadn’t really been easy since she’d divorced Vis. Well, to be honest, she hadn’t been for a while before that. The redhead noticed the distance that man was putting with her. Almost for two years where he was barely by her side, and after a long talk between the two, they realized that neither was happy with the other anymore.

Wanda and Vis got married when they were 20 years old, they were young people in love fighting against the world that told them they should wait. They were together for almost ten years.

Two years later, when they were 22 years old, Wanda got pregnant with twins. Vision had just finished his first year in the tec company of the Starks.

From there, their lives had become monotonous and although they had been beautiful years of happiness and a united lovely family, things between them became cold and lonely. Especially for Wanda, she was waiting for a husband who always was traveling and when he came home, he just wanted to rest and see his boys.

“So… how are the boys?” Natasha asked before drinking some of her coffee, watching as her best friend just smiled tenderly and shrugged.

“Growing up. Those two never stop fighting but… they’re very close.” Wanda said with a proud smile. “Billy is very sensitive and empathetic and kind, and Tommy is more… you know, teasing, at times some times he wants to look strong and independent, but also very loving and kind too.”

“Like you and Pietro.” Natasha smiled, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey!” Wanda made a pout but then she giggled. They were both sitting on the sofa, sharing a nice chat once the twins finally was with their dad and allowed the redhead a bit of peace.

“Have you been dating? Is there someone special that makes you smile lately?” Natasha asked somewhat curiously, with a tiny mischievous side smile.

“Oh no, of course not.”

“Oh come on, Wands! Why not? You haven’t been out with anyone in a long time. Since Vision you’ve been… alone.” Natasha snorted. “I told you I could introduce you to a nice friend. I know someone who wanted to meet you…”

“Don’t even talk to me about your blind dates, okay? I don’t feel ready yet to have more problems than I already have.” Wanda shook her head, bringing the cup of coffee to her lips.

“Come on.” Natasha flopped down against the back of the couch and was tempted to throw a pillow at her, if only her friend wasn’t still holding her cup. “How about MATCHER?”

“The dating-app?” Wanda wrinkled her nose at her, completely in denial. “No, thanks.”

“It’s full of polyamorous couples and threesome-seekers anyway.”

“And how do you know that?“ Wanda cocked her head curiously, trying not to smile amused but she couldn’t help it, they both burst out laughing.

“Is there anything more depressing than dating in your 30s?”

Both redheads talked pleasantly about everything that had happened in their lives these last few weeks until the door opened.

A petite blonde and a almost six-foot brunette came through the doorway, carrying some boxes. She didn’t seem to surprise Natasha at all, she knew that her sister would come today to drop off some boxes that she had to bring from her old apartment.

Natasha had made a bet with Yelena and the blonde had lost, therefore, she had to take care of bringing them.

“Leave them here, I’ll take care of it.” Yelena pointed to the spot to the side of the stairs. The sisters lived together after moving from Ohio.

“Kate should be here with us, helping us.” Y/N growled, leaving one of her boxes down next to Yelena. She got up and ran a hand over her forehead, they weren’t light at all.

“Neither of the two, in fact. Yelena was the one to bring you, not to use you, y/n/n.” Natasha shook her head and got up from the couch to give her sister a little poke, who just complained and then hugged Y/N as thanks. “Thank you, Y/N, you are a sweetheart.”

But Y/N hadn’t paid much attention to that talk since since her eyes were lost on the redhead who was still sitting on the sofa. Not Natasha, of course. The white skin that contrasted with her hair, green eyes and some birthmarks on her beautiful face that seemed carved by some goddess.

Y/N was about to babble, until she found the strength to do it right.

“No problem, happy to help.”

“No hug for me?” Yelena complained. She turned to see Wanda and just waved at her before walking towards the kitchen. “Hello Wanda!”

The redhead named Wanda answered that greeting with an adorable smile. Y/N’s heart melted.

“No, for cheating and using your best friend card.” Nat groaned and then noticed how the girl was looking at Wanda. “Oh yeah. I’m sorry, Wanda, she’s Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, Wanda.” She pointed at them, causing the sokovian woman to giggle.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” Wanda smiled and for a moment, Y/N knew her heart had left her place to run to Wanda to never return.

In her twenty-four years she had fallen in love once, the only relationship Y/N had and it was really bad. It was a disastrous and painful relationship where Y/N was cheated.

“Totally the same.” The brunette managed to mutter, until she came out of that spell in which she was.

The tallest woman kept her hands in her pockets so that neither of them would notice the nerves she felt seeing such a beautiful woman.

“How’s everything at College, Y/N?” Nat asked her as she took a seat next to Wanda, who seemed curious to know your answer.

Since Y/N step through the door, Wanda took the opportunity to look at her from top to bottom and without a doubt, realize that you were a very beautiful woman. Brown hair, taller than her, brown eyes and a charming smile. Wearing that leather jacket that fit Y/N quite well.

“Everything’s really good, I have a little less than two years left.…” Y/N opened her eyes and sighed. “I’m trying to prepare for my final exam in Microbiology and… I don’t know if I can do it, but at least I try.”

“Of course you can, I know you can. You’re a very capable girl and Yelena always tells me that you help her with her stuff in the classes you both share. Psych 104?” Natasha seemed more confident than Y/N, which made her smile.

“What are you studying, Y/N?” Wanda asked curiously. That accent, Wanda had an accent.

If that woman lacked something to be even more beautiful and sexy, it was to know that she had a slight accent.

“Medicine.” Y/N grimaced, noticing how the redhead also seemed surprised. It wasn’t an easy career but it was a nice career if you knew how to cope with it. “It’s not easy, but… it’s what I want.”

“Remember when you were at college and I was supposed to visit you?” Natasha asked Wanda, making her laugh at one of the most hilarious memories they both had.

The three of them had a small conversation telling that story to Y/N, who also ended up laughing too.

Yelena took about five minutes and came back again, carrying a bag. “Okay, teddybear, let’s go. I already have everything I need.”

“Teddybear?” Wanda asked, not knowing whether to laugh or keep her face serious at that nickname. Different from the one that Nat had called you minutes before. Natasha knew that story about ‘teddybear’ so she preferred to drink her coffee to hide her smile.

“That’s what we call Y/N, with Kate.” Yelena explained, though her friend shook her head begging her not to.

“Why?”

“I’is a long long story.” Y/N narrowed her eyes and took the bag Yelena was carrying before pushing her away. “Let’s go. Move.”

“Not very long, you’ll see when…” Yelena was about to tell Wanda everything when the brunette ended up taking her away, dragging her.

“It will be another day, Wanda. Nice to meet you!” Y/N groaned as they walked towards the exit.

The two redheads kept looking at them with an amused smile, but the look of Wanda was different. She felt an interest that she had not felt before.

ㅤㅤㅤ

_____

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Y/N was on her own bed playing with her phone, trying to pass the time that Friday night. Kate and Yelena were at a party that Y/N wasn’t interested in hearing about, didn’t feel like going out that night.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Her plan was to eat some pizza, watch a movie ot a tv show, and snoop through some Instagram stories.

Y/N smiled at Yelena’s stories, where Kate was seen trying to do a cartwheel in the campus, saying what she could do sober or after some beers too.

Y/N swiped across the screen again and came to Natasha’s stories, who had uploaded a flashback photo of her and Wanda, sitting on a wall and holding out their hands as if to grab the camera. They looked a few years younger but beautiful, having fun together.

But aside from how adorable Wanda looked, Y/N’s attention was drawn to the tag in that photo. It was tagged, Wanda’s Instagram profile.

ㅤㅤㅤ

The brunette hesitated for a moment whether to peek a little, perhaps it was better to keep her distance because:

ㅤㅤㅤ

a.Wanda was seven years older than her, and she was a beautiful woman, she would NEVER notice Y/N. b. Apparently she’s divorced and had two children. c. She was Natasha’s best friend.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N dropped the phone and sighed, trying to resist and she did for a long time but ended up unlocking the phone and going to Wanda’s profile, praying it wasn’t a private account.

And as if some goddess gave her her blessing, the profile was free and there were many interesting things in it.

Pictures of Wanda with her children, most of these photos were adorable. Apparently the little ones were twins and cute as fuck, maybe eight years old.

Then pictures with Natasha and some other people that she couldn’t recognize, but in all of them she looked so beautiful as she remembered. Even looked sexy in one of these.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“So she’s a MILF.” Y/N said as she looked at one of the last photos that Wanda uploaded until by mistake, a very very stupid mistake, Y/N ended up liking one and exposing herself.

Horror. Cold sweat.

What to do now? Should she remove it? Maybe Wanda hadn’t seen it, she still had time, but surely she had already received a notification. What if she removed it, she would know that she had removed it and she would have to explain twice. TWICE.

The girl brought one of her hands to her face to keep from screaming in frustration as her phone vibrated.

ㅤㅤㅤ

@ wmaximoff sent you a message: Hello there!

Oh, no. Oh, jeez no.

ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N gulped and stared at the screen for a moment not knowing what to do or say.

ㅤㅤㅤ

@ wmaximoff is following you now.

“Damn, Y/N, come on.” She said to herself and sat on her bed, trying to think of what to write to the redhead.

ㅤㅤㅤ

@ bearisland

“Hey, Wanda. How are you?”

ㅤㅤㅤ

@ wmaximoff is writing…

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Everything is fine, I was surprised to see you here.”

“Yeah, because i’m an idiot.” Y/N said, she hadn’t even thought of a good excuse. She bit her upper lip trying to think of something convincing to say but nothing seemed good, nothing that didn’t make her look like an obsessive psychopath or a stupid college gossip girl with a crush.

ㅤㅤㅤ

@ bearisland

“Yeah… I was looking at Nat’s stories and you came out and I decided to follow you.”

She decided to tell the truth. Kinda.

@ wmaximoff:

“But you still don’t follow me… Feel free to do so.”

“I saw that Yelena is partying, don’t tell me that you are too and you’re there with your phone!”

Y/N smiled and ended up answering her, following a long talk between the two. The brunette one explained that she had decided to stay and be able to spend some time alone, quietly in her bedroom.

She spent her Friday night chatting with Wanda, who told her that she finally ended the week exhausted from her work but happy that she had the weekend to herself. No kiddos.

Y/N took the opportunity to tell her some stuff too and find out more about that beautiful woman.

It was two in the morning and both were still sending each other messages, chatting about one of the tv shows that Y/N was watching and that apparently was one of Wanda’s favorites.

@ wmaximoff:

“Hey, Y/N…it’s kinda late and I woke up early today. I’ll go to sleep, if you want we can talk tomorrow, I’ll send you my pone number. It’s…”

With a huge smile on her lips and some tiredness in her eyes, she added Wanda’s phone and sent her a short message to make sure the redhead had hers.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“I’m Y/N, this is my number. I wanted to see if it was right.” Sent.

ㅤㅤㅤ

She waited a few minutes before Wanda’s picture appeared in her contacts, she was already replying to Y/N.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“You’re already added. I hope you have a nice night, Y/N. And try to party more, don’t lock yourself up like this old lady.” Received.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“You’re not old, Wanda, you are thirty-two and you’re so beautiful.” Sent.

ㅤㅤㅤ

She hesitated a moment, realizing that perhaps that had been more flirtatious than she expected. Y/N heart pounded so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. Perhaps it had been a big mistake but when Wanda answered her again, her heart continued to beat but this time, in a different way.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“You make me blush. You’re also beautiful. We talk tomorrow, if you want… have a nice night.” Received.

ㅤㅤㅤ

She fell on the bed with a huge smile, settling between the covers ready to dream of that beautiful woman.

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2024 – PRESENT

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“I’m so tired.” The Russian groaned as she clung to her beer, leaning her back against her seat.

“Come on, the case wasn’t that bad…” Bucky gave her a little playful nudge. “At least we arrest that asshole and will soon rot in prison soon.”

“And I got shot for it!” Natasha winced.

“Well, it’s a good thing they didn’t hurt you because I won’t heal you again. I’m done patching you two…” Y/N pointed at them before taking a sip of her beer. The three stayed a while in that bar they usually visited after work.

Natasha and Bucky Barnes were detectives while the brunette was in her second year at Metro-General Hospital. Things were pretty good for the three of them even though they had such a lonely life sometimes.

Bucky was closed to meeting someone since his traumas and loneliness used to drive people away and he believed that he was not capable of giving love to anyone. Natasha teased him by calling him ‘Winter Soldier’.

Natasha only focused on her work after Bruce Banner broke her heart because the idiot said ‘she deserved better’. Y/N hated that excuse, she knew that if someone loved a person and especially a person like Natasha, he would do anything to be with her.

And Y/N never stopped thinking about Wanda.

“Well, what are we going to do tomorrow then-” Natasha was about to continue when a scream made her turn quickly. The three watched as some people began to scream in fear.

Some sounds like car wheels screeching made the three of them get up from their seats.

“What the hell is going on?” Bucky said ready to take the gun, fearing that it was another attack like the one they experienced in 2012.

Nat just kept silent and moved between the tables of that bar when Y/N looked at the huge tv screen where moments ago the game between Celtics-Heat was showing, now they showed the chaos not only in New York but in the world.

“Guys…” Y/N said pointing to the television.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“WORLD NEWS 21 - THEY ARE COMING BACK!”

ㅤㅤㅤ

“…As I was telling you, we are live from New York City, where people who had disappeared after the SNAP appear to be showing up again. Is that correct, Jenna?… They’re coming back! Oh, my god.”

That woman in the news asked one of the journalists who ran in the city, demonstrating how, unlike the snap, people regenerated again in the same place that had disappeared.

The ambulances were immediate, as were the phone calls. Desperate people ran to their homes or places of work to reunite with their loved ones. Others furious to see people they didn’t know in their own homes.

And those three lonely sons of bitches watched the news with their lips open in surprise without being able to believe it.

They were coming back. After almost six years they were all coming back.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x f!reader

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ask-decepticon-nightglitch · 7 months

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Idia Shroud x Reader

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚

My small, child hands reached for my very first tablet, excitedly turning it on to watch "had3s"' livestream. I saw the young boy, around 10 years old, with fiery hair in the livestream playing his video games. He was so good! My finger went to the comments.

Und3rw0rld: Wow! Good job with that level! I am still trying to defeat the first boss!

I sent the comment, seeing my username pop up in the comment section.

had3s saw the comment and I swear I saw a smile on his face. I heard him speak in his soft, young voice, "thank you, Und3rw0rld. Maybe I can give you some tips? You can always pm me" no way did he just suggest helping me with that darn level?

And so, that is how our young friendship started.

Every day, I would hop onto my tablet, texting my new online friend. We would talk for hours! Often, I would lock myself in my room, texting the streamer that I had met in that specific stream.

had3s sent you a message!

had3s: Und3rw0rld, r u online?

Und3rw0rld: yeah, wbu?

had3s: yeah, r u free to chat 4 a bit? im bored

Und3rw0rld: totally! :)

had3s: how old are u?

Und3rw0rld: Im 10, turning 11 next month!

had3s: im 10 too! my birthday isn't until december

I pressed the home button and went to the game that I was struggling with. My mini character jumped to the side, avoiding an attack from the boss, only to be shot with an arrow.

Game over.

I sighed in frustration.

had3s sent you a message!

I ignored the message for now, retrying the level.

Game over.

I tried it again.

Game over.

I eventually went to my messages.

had3s: what do u want to talk about?

had3s: hello?

had3s: r u busy? should i stop texting?

Und3rw0rld: sorry! i was playing a game and kept losing

had3s: ohhh

Und3rw0rld: would you like to give me tips for the level im stuck on?

had3s: sure :)

"Y/n? Are you playing on that tablet again?" Mother came into my room. I was 12, and ready to start middle school.

"Yeah! My friend on here likes the same games I like." I explained with a smile.

Mother sighed and took the tablet from my hands.

"Hey-!?"

"You need to get ready for school. You can have it back when you're home." Mother said in a stern tone, "honestly, sometimes I regret giving this thing to you."

I went to my room, feet stomping hard on the wooden floor, slamming my door as hard as could. I aggressively threw my loungewear on the floor of my room, growling angrily as I pulled on my school clothes. I grabbed my f/c bag and stormed off through the front door without saying goodbye to Mother.

School was always boring.

No one wanted to be friends with the "weirdo" as people called me.

"Ewww, look at them!" Some students loved throwing random insults at me. Oh, my hair is too messy for your liking? Well, I didn't style it for you. My clothes look weird? Cry about it. My makeup is smudged? Don't care. I'm a friendless freak? Ha, yeah, I am, so what?

All I cared about was getting through this school day.

All I cared about was getting my tablet back so I could talk to had3s more.

It felt like torture.

Sitting through all 6 judgmental classes.

Finally, the bell rang, and I grabbed my bag, packing up my notebooks and papers. I shoved them in the bag and slung it over my shoulder, rushing out of the building. I tried my best to hurry home. My mind raced; my feet moved faster.

I approached my house, opening the door.

"Mother! Can I have my tablet now?" I said to the lady in the kitchen who was preparing dinner.

"I thought about it, and I think you should focus more on your studies than some random creep on the internet. I've locked you out of your tablet." Mother spoke.

My world suddenly crashed into a fiery explosion. What...?

"What do you mean?! My grades are fine- I'm passing tests!"

Mother silenced me.

"You don't have any friends; you are making enemies and teachers have seen you beating up a student." Mother replied sternly, "do not speak to me in that tone."

had3s went online that day, waiting for Und3rw0rld to text him.

He waited.

He waited some more.

He did not get an answer.

had3s opened up the chat.

had3s: r u online?

had3s: hello??

had3s: did i do something wrong?

had3s: im sorry...

had3s: i'll leave you alone...

The next day, had3s went on again.

He saw that Und3rw0rld still did not open the texts he sent.

had3s: are you okay?

When he did not get an answer, he closed the text app.

The next day, no reply.

The day after that, still no reply.

A week later, not a single text was opened.

Eventually, he gave up trying to reach out. He was upset, he had really grown fond of his online friend 2 years.

Years have passed, had3s still did not get a single reply.

I was 16 now, and I had transferred to a mage school called Night Raven College after an incident involving a horse and a carriage.

I was walking through the hallway of the Ignihyde dorm when I bumped into someone with blue, fiery hair.

It almost reminds me of...

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm new here." I looked at the student I bumped into. He looks so familiar. Why?

"I-I'm Idia Shroud. The dorm leader." The student said.

"I'm Y/n. It is nice to meet you."

I notice the student, Idia, was carrying around a tablet.

Hey...that almost looks like the same model tablet that streamer friend of mine has.

I haven't talked to him in years. I miss him. Thanks, Mother. I would even say I had started to grow feelings for the friend.

"Could you show me to my room? There are so many rooms in these halls."

Idia gave a small nod and hesitantly turned to his tablet, looking up my name.

"You're my age. And your birthday is next month?" Idia asked out loud, a little surprised by the information. Where had he heard of this information before?

"Yep, ah! There is my room." I smiled at the room number, going inside.

" kay, um...bye" Idia said, walking away.

And that was when it struck me.

I knew that voice.

I have heard those words before on had3s' livestreams. That was how he ended his videos.

"Oh...my goodness... could he be? No... that would be impossible. Well, he is my age, so not entirely impossible. Is he had3s?" I sat on my bed, looking around the room. I had a large monitor and a comfy looking gaming chair.

My thoughts were running wild.

had3s has blue, fiery hair. Idia has the same exact hair. Both have bright yellow eyes. Oh, my goodness, that was had3s.

I did not get much sleep that night. The nights went on and off like that for four weeks. One morning, I went to Idia's room and knocked on the door, wanting to find answers to the Idia-had3s connection.

Idia yelped from inside the room and opened the door.

"O-Oh! Um! What do you need?"

"Can I ask you some questions?" I asked.

Idia's anxiety spiked.

"Um...kay? That is kind of sus, NGL. But come in." Idia let me in to his room.

He had anime figurines on a shelf and books everywhere. His room was fairly messy. He also had a big monitor in his room.

"Do you do livestreams?" I asked.

"Yes, but not as much as I used to. When I was younger I did them all the time."

"What was your gamer tag?"

Idia was very curious now.

"had3s."

My eyes widened at the name that left his mouth.

"Oh...Oh, Idia. I've missed you. We can finally meet properly now. I'm Und3rw0rld."

Idia's eyes widened and he felt a blush tint his cheeks and hair pink.

"You're Und3rw0rld? W-Why did you leave? I thought you were mad at me!" Idia spoke just above a whisper.

"I'm so sorry I did that to you. You see, when I started attending middle school, my mom took away my tablet and locked me out so I couldn't text you again. I'm so sorry." I felt tears well up in my eyes.

Idia wanted so badly to hug me, but he wasn't used to physical affection.

"Can I... Can I hug you, had3s?" I asked softly.

"Y-Yes."

We both were brought into an awkward hug, but soon we relaxed in each other's embrace.

I felt my cheeks burn.

"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised that I actually started developing feelings for you the more I thought about you." I smiled.

Idia blushed heavily.

"I feel the same. The more urgent I tried to reach out, the more nervous I'd feel. Like a good nervous." Idia shot me a sharp-toothed grin.

"Then... shall we become a couple? If you're comfortable. Or uh, do you want to be my player 2?"

"I-I'd like that."

I leaned up to kiss Idia's cheek.

"AH-! W-Why'd you do that? You surprised me!!" Idia spoke in a high-pitch tone.

I went to Idia's dorm, sitting on his bed while playing a game on my new phone. It was the game that introduced us to each other.

"You still can't get passed that first boss?" Idia snickered.

"Shut up."

"Let me help you." Idia wrapped his arms around me, guiding my hand to move across the screen to make my character dodge the boss attacks until I saw stars appear on the screen and a "You win!" came across the screen. It really brought back memories to that stream.

My face went red.

"T-Thanks."

I don't know how to end this sooo 1552 words

idia is baby

#fanfiction #x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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this is us ~ jjk | 10

jungkook finally admits what’s been on his mind.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 11 ~ the call

chapter ten ~ a blast from the past: part three | wc: 10.3k warnings: mentions of dick pics, language, reader catches up with an old flame, Alex is a menace again, reader slaps Alex, angst, angst, hard conversations, tears, tears and more tears

The following day, you received a random text while checking your phone. Staring at it for a while, debating on what to reply.

Jungkook was still in the shower, singing beautifully at the top of his lungs. You immensely missed his singing voice.

Imma leave the door open (imma leave the door open)

Imma leave the door open girl (imma leave the door open, hoping)

That you feel the way I feel

And you want me like I want you tonight, baby

You giggled at his passion. You imagined him with bubbles in his hair, holding onto the shampoo bottle, like he was putting on a private show for himself.

La-la-la, la-la-la-la (I need you, baby).

He continued humming the rest of the song before shutting off the water, which snapped you back to reality, remembering to respond to the text you received.

When he walked into the bedroom, he was still indistinctly singing away, flashing a smile when he saw you sitting with crazy bedhead hair.

God, he looked so good after a shower. It was something you'd never be over.

"Morning..." you said coyly, trying not to sound weird about what you would tell him, but he could tell something was up.

"Hi..." Jungkook remarked with a cocked eyebrow, sliding open the closet door and grabbing a navy blue crewneck sweater.

"So...my ex-boyfriend texted me," you said sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

"U-jin?!" his eyes widened, the towel on his waist nearly slipping from his hand. "That jerk?! I'll beat his ass."

You waved your hand, indicating a hell no. "No, not him. Gross. The one before him."

"Baby...how many boyfriends did you have before me?" he joked.

Honestly, he didn't care. You could have had a string of guys, but he wanted to be your last - hopefully.

"Stop--I didn't have that many...Kenji is an ex from college."

You never needed to explain your past to Jungkook, nor did he bother to ask. You'd tell him if he was curious. You were an open book with nothing to hide - well, about men, at least.

"...what about him?" he asked, not caring now that he knew it wasn't U-jin. Then he went back to picking out his outfit for work.

"He said he wanted to catch up."

It was so out of the blue that even you were intrigued by his text. And you were clearly in love with Jungkook, so you didn't see any reason why it would be wrong to see him after all these years.

"Oh, okay," he shrugged. "Go for it."

Your eyebrow quirked up. "You're fine with it?" You thought there would be a bit more pushback from him. You were sad that there wasn't even an ounce of curiosity or jealousy about Kenji.

He smiled. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"You're not jealous or anything?"

He chuckled, setting his sweater down on the bed and making his way over to you. "Do you want me to be jealous?"

Jungkook was jealous, alright. An ex wanting to "catch up"? But he was hardly able to say anything to you about exes.

You smiled abashedly. "No...I'm glad you trust me."

Jungkook tucked his towel to secure it. Then he cupped your face. "I love you," placing a kiss on your lips, "I trust you. I know I have nothing to worry about."

It's him that you need to worry about.

"I love you too."

"...so, what does he look like?"

You laughed. You knew something was up with Jungkook, that he wouldn't just let you slide that easy.

You started to ramble, "Oh my god, he's the best sex I ever had, he had the biggest dick I've ever seen, and he made me come ten times in one night---"

"Yah--yah! Now, I know you're lying! Ten times in one night? What is he, a psycho?!" Jungkook cried.

Scrolling through your phone, you pretend to look for non-existent photos. "Here, I'll show you dick pics. It's fucking huge," you teased again just to see his reaction.

Jungkook sat down, trying to steal your phone, but you held it out of reach. "Yah! Yah! The only dick pics you need are mine."

Jungkook insisted on driving you to your meeting with Kenji, probably to try and get a glimpse of him or something, but you didn't mind.

"So, what's he like?" Jungkook asked meekly, eyes on the road in front of him.

"Who? Kenji?"

He hummed.

"In college, he was such a babe. He was also sweet and caring but always haunted by his past. He didn't have the best home life, you know?" you paused, "And so, we kind of bonded over that."

"Why did you guys break up?"

"He cheated on me with an actress he was working with," you shrugged. It happened so long ago that you didn't care much because you were different back then. "Guess I wasn't the muse he was looking for," you chuckled lightly.

Jungkook mouthed an oh. Fuck, he thought. This Kenji guy cheated on you too?

You leaned over, kissing Jungkook, opening the car door as he dropped you off in front of the breakfast spot. He rolled down his window, calling out to you, "Baby."

"Yes, boyfriend?"

"Can we talk later?"

Your expression softened, "Of course." You wondered when he would be ready to say what was on his mind. You mumbled, 'I love you,' before turning around.

"Baby," Jungkook called out again. You turned back, eyebrows quirked, humming in response. "Behave," he teased.

You chuckled, shaking your head, holding out your pinky, linking it to his. "Promise."

It's been ten years since you last saw your ex-boyfriend, Kenji. You'd consider him your first love. He was a few years older than you and working towards becoming a writer/director, so the two of you had much in common.

He was charming, gorgeous, and overall a beautiful human, but he was a tormented soul, and it came out in his writing and films. He was the definition of a bad boy with the worst habits, though you wouldn't think so when you first set your eyes on him. A bit surprising now to look back and see you with this type of guy, and no one would peg you falling for someone like him.

When you got to the restaurant, you recognized him instantly, and it looked like he had already started the party without you.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to the table. "Having fun already?"

The table was filled with a few bottles of wine and champagne glasses; it was only nine in the morning. He reeked of cigarettes, which you always hated, but he still looked so good after all these years.

When he found your eyes, a tiny flicker of butterflies suddenly found its way into your stomach, and it seemed like you had stepped back in time to the 23-year-old you.

He stood up and greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. "Ugh, I've missed you so much." He held your hands, pulling away to get a better look, shifting his gaze to you, raking from head to toe. "Mm..."

You hit him on the arm, urging him to stop his thoughts of trying to get back together. "Kenji--I have a boyfriend. Behave yourself." You needed to clarify if he had other things on his mind.

Kenji groaned. "What a lucky man, then. I'm so jealous of whoever he is." He smirked, gesturing for you to sit in the seat across from him. "You look so good, baby."

You rolled your eyes again. "What did I just say? Hmm?" you said, placing your purse next to you.

He threw up his hands. "Okay, okay, okay. I'll stop."

You shook your head, smiling to yourself. He was always like this - flirty, suave, cheeky. One of the many ways he swept you off of your feet.

After a few glasses of wine in the early morning and chit-chatting about life, you wanted to understand why he contacted you. He kept rambling on and on about an actress that he was working with, but you interrupted.

"Kenji, why did you ask me to come here today? I know you, and you always have something up your sleeve."

"I can't get anything past you, huh?"

You shook your head. "Well, go on..."

Kenji cleared his throat. "Someone passed your script along to me and asked if I wanted to be a part of the project."

Oh. You definitely were not expecting to hear that from him. "And you're here to ask for my permission?"

He nodded. "I know when we parted ways, we promised not to be involved in each other's lives even if they happen to cross, but I love your script, and it would be an honor to work with you."

You were taken aback by his compliment. You knew it took a lot for Kenji to compliment anyone's work, especially yours.

"What do you say, baby?"

You glared at the pet name. "How long do I have to think about it?"

"A week. If you don't say yes to me, then they're considering Choi Won-shik. I think he showed interest too."

You cringed at the name because he was the worst director to work with possibly. You'd heard horror stories from other writers and actors. At this point, Kenji was the better option.

"Well, you have my number, and I hope you say yes."

While breakfast was over, you stood outside the restaurant with Kenji, the both of you waiting for your taxis.

Your eyes flickered to his. "Why?"

Kenji laughed. "Why what? Why did I pick your script?"

You hummed.

"Because you're brilliant, I was drawn to the characters. They're so flawed, tragic, passionate, and so in love, it makes me sick."

You scoffed. "You're making fun of me, huh? Because you hate all that stuff."

He shook his head, holding out his left hand, showing off his wedding ring.

"You got married."

Huh? You wouldn't have pegged him to be the kind of guy to settle down.

"I'm off the market. Got two kids too."

"I'm happy for you, Kenji. You deserve it."

"Thanks, baby--" you glared at him again, "Sorry, habit. And what about you and your boyfriend? Gonna tie the knot any time soon?"

"Me and Jungkook?"

Obviously, the two of you had been together long enough that the thought crept up and lingered on your mind way too often, but who knows what the future holds?

"Mm, I don't know, maybe one day."

Kenji's expression softened. "You deserve to be happy too. I'm serious bab--sorry, " he cleared his throat, hoping his accidental pet names wouldn't hinder your decision, "Please think about it. You know we'd be unstoppable together."

Jungkook wanted to avoid work like the plague, but there was no way out, not when the new game was in its beginning stages of production.

He closed his office door, fearing Alex could walk in at any moment and start her shenanigans again. He couldn't have a repeat of the night at karaoke. Jungkook was already beating himself up every second that he was awake. He couldn't bear the thought of facing you, but he knew he'd have to eventually. It was eating him up, keeping this secret from you, but he could already see the outcome of it.

And as Jungkook expected, he peered up from his screen to find Alex standing outside his office, quietly knocking, waiting to see if he'd be willing to see her. He quickly averted his eyes back to his screen, but as Alex does what she does best, she comes in anyway.

He sighed. "Why are you here?" he asked, crossing his arms and leaning back into his chair.

Alex timidly walked in his direction. "Can I sit? In the chair, of course."

Jungkook rolled his eyes, remembering how she sat in his lap the other day. "You're just going to sit wherever you want anyway."

She decided to stop playing games with him and sat in the chair facing his desk. "I'm sure you already heard about the lead game developer position at the new headquarters in LA."

He shrugged. "Yeah, so. What about it?"

"I'm here to convince you to take it."

Jungkook scoffed. "And why would I do that?"

Alex leaned forward. "Because...you're the best person for the job, Kook."

He went back to clicking around on his computer screen, even though he had already answered all his emails and tasks for the morning. There was no way in hell he'd leave, especially if Alex had anything to do with it. He didn't want anything to do with her after the stunt she pulled.

Alex stood up from the chair. She kept her distance because she knew he was probably still worked up from the other night. And she was right, hence him rolling back a bit in his office chair.

"Jungkook...I'm sorry about what happened at karaoke. I...don't know what came over me. You were uncomfortable, and I should have stopped."

He glared at her. Should he believe her apology? When has she ever done anything without it benefitting her?

"It's just that I hadn't seen you in so long, and I missed you, and everything we had while in college came flooding back...and then when Jin told me you were going to bring your girlfriend, I'll admit. I was jealous because she was getting the new and improved Jungkook."

He scoffed and shook his head at her sad attempt to justify her actions. She could have handled it like a grown adult instead of a childish ex-girlfriend or whatever she was. "So you knew I had a girlfriend? And you still did what you did?"

"I'm not perfect, Jungkook. You know that by now."

Still, it was no excuse, he thought. But he also wasn't in the clear either. He still touched her, kissed her, and thought about her too much these past few days.

"Don't pass up this opportunity because of me. You were given the 'Rising Star award for a reason Kook." She took a step back, giving him space to hopefully think about the job offer. She stood up and started to walk towards the door. While holding it open, she stopped and glanced back at him. "Promise me you'll think about it, okay?"

He didn't respond, quickly peering up and then back at his computer screen.

After she was gone, Jungkook exhaled a big breath, one he didn't know he was holding in.

Leave for a job in LA? No way, he thought. His life was in Seoul with you, his sister, and an upcoming niece or nephew. Those were the things he was looking forward to. But as the inevitable conversation that needed to happen was coming up, the things Jungkook was looking forward to were becoming desolate.

Catching up with Kenji was fun. It was nice to see a familiar face. But throughout the day, you couldn't stop thinking about his offer. Kenji is an obvious genius but would you be able to work professionally with your ex? People did it all the time, as you saw happen plenty of times while working in the entertainment industry. His offer was irresistible, considering the alternative director who wanted your project.

"Hey, can we talk?" Jungkook blurted as soon as you walked through the door. He was pacing back and forth, impatiently waiting for you. He had left work early because he needed to come home and prep himself for the most significant conversation the two of you would have.

"Hi. Hello, it's nice to see you too," you teased before setting your bag down and taking off your shoes. You didn't expect him to want to talk to you right as soon as you walked in the door.

Jungkook walked over, pressing a kiss on your lips before apologizing for being so abrupt just a moment ago. But he couldn't wait any longer, and keeping this secret from you was eating him up.

"What's up? Are you breaking up with me or something because I met up with my ex?" you asked teasingly.

Jungkook let out a half-hearted chuckle, knowing after what he was about to tell you that you might never want to talk to him again or, worse, break up with him.

"No, no...that's not it." He took your hand, pulling you over to the couch, and his appearance became somber, which twisted your expression.

"What's wrong? You're scaring me." Your eyes looked at his, searching for an answer, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking. It's been like that these past few days.

He shook his head, shifting his position on the couch to make himself more comfortable. His lips began quivering as he tried to get the words to tell you what's been going on with him. He kept shifting towards you, then away from you, repeating a few times. Jungkook brought your hand and set it on top of his, gently caressing it, letting him know it was okay - that whatever he needed to say would all be okay.

Jungkook inhaled a few deep breaths, closing his eyes and trying his best to ready himself for this conversation. He loudly cleared his throat, mustering the courage to spit it out finally. "You remember when I went out to karaoke with Jin-hyung and invited you, but you couldn't make it?"

"Yeah," you said with a smile, "...what about it? Did you do something you regret? Like pick the wrong song?" you joked with him.

"Baby...I'm being serious here."

"Ah--okay, sorry," you held your hands up, telling him you'll stop, "Go on. I'm all ears."

"Well...we took a colleague out to karaoke because they've never been to Seoul and wanted to show them a good time."

"Right..."

"And the colleague just happens to be my ex-girlfriend from college."

You tilted your head, briefly remembering the name in the text - Alex. You supposed that name could be unisex. You automatically assumed it was a guy, but it was a girl who happened to be Jungkook's ex-girlfriend. You didn't say anything and just mouthed an 'oh.'

You should have gone to karaoke.

"She suddenly showed up at my workplace out of nowhere, and I didn't even know she worked for our company, and you know...Jin-hyung being Jin-hyung, he invited her out to karaoke, again wanting to show her a good time in Seoul, and that's why I asked if you wanted to go out. Then you texted back saying you couldn't make it, and then---" he speedily said all this before stopping.

"And then what?" you asked as your eyebrows drew together in confusion.

Jungkook lowered his head. He didn't want to say the next part, but he knew he had to.

"And then what, Jungkook?" you asked again with a firmer tone.

He couldn't even look you in the eye, so you felt whatever he had to say wasn't good. Jungkook licked his lips, bringing his hand to cover his mouth, before groaning. He was in pure agony over the following few words he'd have to spit out.

But you almost didn't want to hear what Jungkook had to say because you didn't want your illusion of him being the perfect boyfriend to be destroyed.

So you did it for him. "Did you kiss her?" It was the only logical thing you could think of to make Jungkook so scared of sharing his feelings these past few days, and it would explain his behavior.

Fuck. It hurt even to ask that question, and this was like Kenji and U-jin all over again.

The silence in the air was deafening.

"She--she cornered me, and I don't know what happened, but I just kind of froze," he paused for a beat, "and then I touched her."

You felt like the silence in the room was mocking you, laughing in your face. It was as if there wasn't enough shit being piled on top of your life. The world said, "hey, you can handle one more shitty thing, can't you?" You didn't know if you were dreaming or if this was all a prank that life was pulling on you.

She cornered him? Is Jungkook putting the blame on her right now?

You looked around the room, then back at Jungkook and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. He touched her? Where? You didn't even wanna go there, but your mind already did.

And he just froze? How does someone freeze up in a moment like that? Jungkook must be twice her size, and something wasn't connecting.

"Say something," Jungkook muttered quietly while trying to gauge your reaction.

Honestly, you were shocked, trying to wrap your mind around what he had just told you. "Tell me again. Tell me what happened again."

Jungkook frowned. He didn't want to and didn't want to recount the shitty thing he didn't stop from happening. The guilt had been eating away at him for days, so much so that he could barely keep any food down. This was the last thing he ever wanted to happen.

He chewed on his bottom lip before recounting what happened between him and Alex. Even though he repeated the story more clearly and concisely. The only thing you felt was a deep ache in your heart.

This is what you were afraid of - history repeating itself.

He stared at you, studying your face, wondering when you let go of his hand and if he should retake it, but he decided against it. "Baby..."

You grunted at him, not returning his gaze, instead staring at a dust bunny that collected underneath your coffee table. You couldn't dare look at him now for fear of bursting into tears.

He reached up, cupping your cheek, gently caressing it, making you turn to him. Jungkook saw your lips trembling, tears threatening to fall from the corners of your eyes. You were biting the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from making an agonizing cry.

Of all people, you never thought Jungkook would ever be the one to hurt you. You'd thought it would be the other way around, and there was still time for that.

Neither of you was perfect, and it may be time to stop putting Jungkook on a pedestal. Just because he treated you better than your previous boyfriends doesn't mean you wouldn't disappoint each other at one point.

"What's going on? What's on your mind? Please talk to me."

Jungkook was desperate. Desperate to hear anything from you at this point. Even if it would hurt to hear that you hated him, he'd rather hear that than say that you didn't want to be with him.

"Kenji. U-jin. Jungkook. You know what they all have in common?"

He looked at you with remorse in his eyes. It stung Jungkook to hear you mention your exes' names in the same sentence as his. He didn't want to be compared to them, and he knew he was better than them, or so he thought. He shook his head no, clenching his jaw, unsure of what you'd say, though he had an inkling feeling.

"You're all the same," you confessed. You knew it was unfair to compare Jungkook to Kenji and U-jin. It was hard not to when you kept choosing men who continued to crave attention from other people who were not you.

Jungkook shook his head. "No, no. I'm not like your exes."

You scoffed. "Either you're all the same, or there's something wrong with me. Take your pick," your eyes began to glisten, your voice going up an octave. "Why else would the three guys I've been with all cheat on me?... That's it, isn't it? It's me. What else could it possibly be?" you repeatedly nodded, starting to believe it was you after all.

It hit him like a ton of bricks, but he figured you were implying that he cheated on you. The line was blurry to him, a gray area, and he didn't consider it cheating. But he now understood your definition of it.

"But I didn't---"

"Didn't what, Jungkook? Feel her up?" You jerked away from his embrace, leaving space in between.

"She made me---"

Your eyes widened. "Alex didn't make you do anything you didn't want to," voice raised just a smidge. You couldn't believe him, shifting the blame back on her.

He could've stopped her, but he didn't. He let it happen, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

"I'm sorry-"

"Is--is that why you fucked me like a madman the other night?"

Your mind wandered back, your heart pounding at the thought of Jungkook touching someone else just before fucking you.

His silence spoke volumes. He didn't need to say anymore to prove that you were right.

"I gotta go, Kook. I can't be in the same room as you right now," you said. Your lungs were filled to their capacity, and the breaths in your throat caught as you took small gasps of air, trying your best to suck up any signs of crying.

Rushing to the door, slipping on your shoes and coat, you grabbed your keys when Jungkook called out to you and tried to stop you from leaving, but you argued for him to let you go or else you'd scream.

After slamming the door closed, Jungkook cried, falling to the floor and punching the ground before him. He debated if he should run after you and try to talk to you, but maybe the two of you needed space to calm down and think clearly because, right now, all emotions were clouding both of your judgments.

You sat outside of Yuna's for thirty minutes, silently sobbing into the crook of your arm. You could hear a few passersby whispering, but their opinions of you didn't matter - nothing did at the moment. It felt like nothing could mend the heartache you felt.

Feeling desolate and hopeless about everything happening in your life, your first instinct was to hide - to run away, but you knew that wouldn't solve anything. Instead, you went to the one person who was like home to you.

Staring at the name on the screen, you finally mustered up the courage to press the dial button.

"Yuna." You heard a soft groan from the other end of the call. "Sorry, babe, did I wake you?"

"Mm, I'm up. What's going on?"

"Can I come up? I'm outside of your place."

Yuna began shuffling from under the covers. "Everything okay?"

"I'll tell you when I get there."

Quietly, you knocked on her door, and when she opened it, she found you with mascara running, a reddened nose with sniffles, and the saddest smile she's ever seen on you.

She gasped, holding her arms for you, pulling you into an embrace, cradling you as a mother would. Her baby bump was beginning to show, so you made sure to be gentle when hugging her.

The two of you sat on her couch. You lay in her lap near her belly, arms wrapped around her as she gently caressed your hair. She didn't ask you anything. She just sat there, ready when you were.

You stared blankly through her window, watching the city lights twinkle away like nothing was wrong, but that was hardly the case for you. Everything was wrong.

Finally, you sat up, leaning back against the leather couch and turning to Yuna. "Make me a promise."

She nodded. "Yeah, of course, anything."

You sighed. "Promise me you won't kill your brother."

Her eyes widened, giving you a 'what did he do this time' look. She straightened, clearing her throat. She'd wait for you to explain before she went on full blast.

"Why would I kill my brother? I mean, I can name a million reasons, but please don't tell me he did something stupid."

You hesitated to tell her, switching between licking your lips and biting the inside of your cheek, a nervous habit you came to have. She stared blankly, waiting for you to continue.

There could only be one of two reactions: Yuna would calmly and rationally think about what you just told her, or she would go ballistic and throw something. Your money was on the latter.

"Jungkook kissed his ex-girlfriend," you could already see Yuna getting worked up, her chest heaving, smoke fuming from her ears, but you stopped her because you weren't done. "And, he also felt her up."

"That little motherfucker! I'm going to kill him!"

"You just said you wouldn't kill him."

"Well, I lied!" Yuna proceeded to get up, but with a baby growing in her belly, it was taking a toll on her physically. She used the armrest to push herself off, rushing to her room. "Joonie!" she cried out for Namjoon.

You stood, peering in the direction of her room. "Yu--Yuna! What are you doing?"

"Joonie! Wake up!" she cried out again, holding a sweater, reappearing from her bedroom. "Namjoon is going to hold Jungkook down while I kick my brother in the balls!" she said. "And he can't do anything to me because I'm pregnant."

Namjoon woke up, hair all disheveled, rubbing his eyes, completely confused by all the commotion. "What's going on?"

"We're going to go kill my brother," Yuna deadpanned.

You'd never seen your best friend this serious before.

Namjoon hadn't realized you were also standing in the middle of their living room. He abashedly covered his chest with his hands, walking over to his wife. "What?" he asked, gritting through his teeth.

"Yuna, stop. Please. It's late, and you're pregnant. Namjoon, go back to bed. Your wife is being irrational."

"Explain to me how you're the rational one right now. And how you're not strangling my brother?"

"Trust me. No one wants to strangle him more than I do, but Yuna, come on, sit down."

Namjoon cleared his throat. "Well, uh, if you guys don't need me, then I'm going back to bed."

Yuna sat on the couch, grabbing a pillow and shrieking into it before looking at you. "I hate him. Wha--what possible excuse could he have given you for doing what he did?"

You shrugged. "You remember how you felt when you saw Danny after all those years?" Yuna nodded. "And all the emotions you had when you were with him? How everything just comes flooding back to you? And somehow you feel like you're the exact age when you were with them?"

Yuna hummed. "So? That's no excuse for kissing an ex or feeling them up. Are you trying to justify what he did?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm not. I'm just trying to put myself in his shoes. Because... because I also saw an ex today."

"I'm sorry, what?" Yuna's eyes bugged out. "You saw U-jin?"

"No...why does everyone think I'd see his sorry ass again. No, I saw Kenji."

"Kenji?! Like your first love Kenji? You didn't kiss him or grab his dick or anything, did you?"

"What? Yuna, no. We talked about work stuff. You know how he's a director, and he came across my script. He asked if I'd be willing to work with him."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him I'd think about it."

"Geez...first Jungkook's ex, and now yours? Who's next?" Yuna ran her hands through her hair, "I still want to kill him, by the way. He's lucky I'm pregnant."

The two of you let out a half-hearted laugh.

"So, what are you gonna do now?" Yuna asked. You shrugged, pulling her in for a hug. She laid against your chest, wrapping her arms around you.

That was the big question, wasn't it?

Honestly, you didn't know the answer. Your head and your heart was at war with one another. The obvious answer whenever someone cheats is to leave, for fear of it happening again, but Jungkook wasn't just anyone.

You hadn't verbalized it yet, not even to Jungkook - to simply put it. He had unexpectedly become the love of your life. You didn't know if anyone could ever top him.

With Kenji and U-jin, it was a no-brainer to leave, except that wasn't the case with Jungkook. You were completely head over heels in love with this man. Even dreaming of a future with him, whatever it may look like.

"I'm not opposed to kicking him in the balls," you said, letting out a sad chuckle, tears threatening to fall again. "I love him, Yuna. I love him so much that my heart hurts. I've never felt this way about anyone, but why is it that this one hurts so much more than any other heartache I've had before? I need someone to physically rip my heart out because I don't want to feel this deep pain, this deep groaning inside my body. I want to scream and sob and punch a wall all at the same time," you said shakily, wiping away the tears falling from the corners of your eyes. "Because honestly, I don't know what to do. Please tell me what I should do."

Yuna looked up at you, shifting into a sitting position, holding you again, cradling your face against the crook of her neck, softly shushing you. "I don't know, but whatever you decide, just know I'll fully support you one hundred percent."

Before returning to your place, you asked Yuna if Jungkook was still at home or had returned to his apartment. You didn't know if you could face seeing Jungkook again without crying, and he said he wanted to stay at yours until you returned so the two of you could work things out. It would take more than just one conversation to get through this.

"Just stay here tonight, then. Knowing Kook, he'll wait up all night."

Yuna texted her brother, letting him know the plan in case he would wait until you come back.

And so, you did. You stayed at Yuna and Namjoon's, trying to figure out your emotions, what to say, and how the two of you could move on, if you could even do so. The thought of not having Jungkook in your life almost felt unbearable. Yuna and Jungkook are all you've known your whole life, and the possibility of Jungkook not being in it anymore was like not being able to breathe.

You knew the risks of getting involved with Jungkook, but now you were beginning to wonder if it was worth it. You had no one to blame but yourself. Maybe it would have been better if the two of you were just friends, but how could you ever be friends with Jungkook? Even if you decided to part ways, you would always be in each other's lives because of Yuna. It would be a matter of if you could handle being in his life without being a part of it.

Your stomach twisted and turned at the thought of seeing him with someone else who wasn't you, someone else making him happy, making him laugh and moan their name.

As much as you tried to sleep, your mind wouldn't let you. It only led you further down a rabbit hole too deep you couldn't dig yourself out of.

The following day, you figured you'd overstayed your welcome. You were beyond grateful for their hospitality, but it was time to face reality. Yuna was still asleep when you were ready to leave. You found Namjoon sitting at the dining table with a coffee mug and the newest book he indulged in.

"Hey Namjoon, thanks for letting me crash here last night."

He beamed a warm smile. "You're welcome anytime. You know that, right?"

You nodded. "Well, I should head out. Say bye to Yuna for me?"

Namjoon cleared his throat. "Wait," he said, his hand reaching out mid-air. Quickly, you turned back. "I know you and Jungkook are going through a rough time, and it's not my place to tell you what to do. And please don't think I'm trying to defend Jungkook's actions, but I've never seen the two of you so happy before, and I'm rooting for you guys."

A tremulous smile was on your face. "Thanks, Namjoon. I really appreciate you and Yuna. You both mean so much to me, and I don't know what I'd do without you."

His eyes nervously flit to his book and then back to you. "Let us know if you need anything. We're here for you."

You had hoped that Jungkook was at work when you returned to your apartment. You weren't ready to face him and the impending follow-up conversation the two of you needed to have.

Quietly unlocking your door, you peeked in to see if there were any signs of Jungkook. Your eyes peered around before fully entering.

"Hello? Jungkookie?" you announced, but there was no answer.

Walking towards your kitchen, there was a note on the counter.

Hey baby. Missed you last night. Gonna be stuck at work all day. See you tonight? Love you.

You loved his handwritten notes, he could easily text you, but you appreciate the time he'd take to write them out.

He had left the apartment spotless like he usually does. Dishes were washed and put away, and no clothes anywhere except hanging. Even the semi-sad plants were beginning to blossom.

Heading to the bathroom to check out the mess on your face, you wiped the black mascara that was evidence of your crying from last night. You figured a warm shower would help ease you into a good rhythm for the day, but all you could think about was Jungkook, which started another sob fest while underneath the warm water.

After another good cry, you wandered to your living room, figuring out what to do. The pause on pre-production for your show gave you too much time on your hands, and without work, you felt unproductive.

A sudden buzzing from the kitchen had you curious since your phone was on the coffee table in front of you. Searching for the buzzing noise, you realize Jungkook had forgotten his phone, and even though the pair of you weren't really on speaking terms at the moment, you figured he would need it. You called Jin to meet you in the lobby, but once you arrived, the receptionist told you to meet him upstairs.

You pushed the elevator button to the tenth floor with your guest pass. It would be nice to see Jungkook since it would only be for a minute or so, but then again, you weren't sure how to act around him. Would you kiss him? Hug him? Would it just be super awkward?

As the elevator's door opened, Jin was already awaiting your arrival. "Ah, well, look who it is. My favorite writer," he teased.

"Ha-ha. Very funny, Mr. Worldwide Handsome," you said, walking out of the elevator, pushing Jungkook's phone against his chest for him to take. "I'm just here to drop off Jungkook's phone, and then I'm leaving."

"Nuh-uh. Why am I doing your dirty work? You give it to him. He's your boyfriend, not mine," Jin said.

You wondered if Jin knew what was going on with you and Jungkook. The two of them were close and considering that Jin had seen him recently, maybe Jungkook spilled his guts to his hyung.

You grunted at Jin's comment.

"He's in a meeting right now," Jin looked at his watch, "but he'll be done in twenty minutes, give or take. Keep me company until then?" he asked.

Well, you didn't have anything better to do anyway. Even though you and Jungkook were in a weird fighting/arguing period, you missed him. It hurt to be away from him even though you were still upset.

Jin rambled on while you walked beside him. You nodded along, pretending to understand everything he was going on about. Someone whisked beside you, brushing past, waving someone down, shouting out a name that sent a shiver down your spine: Alex.

You tugged on Jin's sweater, forcing him to stop. "Is that Alex?" you whispered.

Jin froze in place, clearing his throat. "Yeah, that's her. Why?" He knew why or at least had an idea of what happened, but he felt this would be an interesting afternoon.

You didn't answer him. Instead, your eyes narrowed, a wave of anger filled inside you, smoke fuming from your bright red ears. You stomped your way over to this woman who was at least a foot shorter than you. Well, at least that's what it felt like. Your chest felt heavy, your head a little dizzy, but your eyes were locked on your target.

"Yah--where are you going--" Jin whispered-yelled, following closely behind you.

She was covering her mouth so innocently from laughing at a joke that an intern must have told. It made you scoff.

Innocent? Yeah right.

Kissing your boyfriend? Making him touch her?

Hardly fucking innocent.

You weren't sure what to say or do, but you needed to do something. Your mind racing with curses and threats, but you were never the confronting type.

When you reached Alex, you realized she wasn't much smaller than you, practically the same height and build. She was puzzled as you stood in front of her. She looked at you from head to toe, waiting for you to say something.

She asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. "Can I help you?"

"Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend," you hissed at her.

She chuckled. "Sweetheart, I don't even know who your boyfriend is."

Sweetheart? You wanted to fucking punch her in the face right then and there. You hated when someone younger called you pet names like a grandmother would their grandchildren.

"That's Jungkook's girlfriend..." Winnie, the intern, leaned over and whispered to her.

"You're Jungkook's girlfriend?" she asked smugly, giving you a once-over. "Aren't you, like, forty? Surprised Jungkook likes old ladies."

Her stupid comment warranted a punch to her face, right?

"I'll stay away, but maybe it's him you should be keeping on a leash."

You scoffed, and Alex had some nerve to think that Jungkook would do anything to hurt you again intentionally.

"He likes that, ya know," she chuckled and winked, then turned to Winnie to continue their conversation, pretending you didn't exist.

Jin tried grasping your arm, but you turned around, staring at him to back off. He threw his hands up, knowing he shouldn't stand in your way. Because once something or someone made you upset, there was no stopping you.

"How dare you make a move on him, knowing he had a girlfriend!" you exclaimed. You're unsure where this ounce of confidence came from, but it was too late to back off now.

She faced you again, another smug grin on her face. "Did Jungkook tell you how much he loved touching me? I could feel him getting so fucking hard for me. I was so wet because of those delicious fingers. I've missed them so much." She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes before opening them again, flashing a smirk.

Good god, she was a masochist. She was saying all these things just to get a rise out of you, and she was succeeding. You could feel the heat rising in your chest and onto your cheeks. You clenched your fist and bit your lip so hard it could bleed.

"You should be on your fucking knees, worshiping me," Alex cocked her eyebrow, leaning closer in your direction. "He didn't know how to do anything in the bedroom, but thanks to me, he fucks you so well because I taught him how to."

She began to inch even closer, staring directly into your eyes, with no intention of letting up. "God, I fucking miss him so much. How he tasted on my lips, how his fat cock filled me up to the brim...he'd let me do anything to him. I'd tease him for hours, and he'd still beg for more."

She continued taunting you, explicitly telling you graphic details you didn't want to hear. Her eyes fluttered shut at her own words. "Whenever I fuck someone now, I imagine it's him. When I touch myself, all I see is him." Her eyes opened to see tears beginning to well up in yours, your lips quivering, trying to swallow back your tears.

You couldn't believe that a stupid girl like her could make you feel insecure about yourself. She was shoving these images down your throat, and you couldn't find the words to stop her. A part of you now understood why Jungkook froze in her presence.

"Does he like to fuck your throat too? I get shivers just thinking about his fat cock hitting the back of my throat over and over again." She leaned in even more, so close you could feel her breath on you. "I bet you can't fuck him as well as I can."

She knew what she was doing, trying to rile you up, but you couldn't handle it anymore. She was wrong about all the filthy things she was saying about Jungkook. He was precious, gentle, and sweet, and there was no way he had learned all these things from her.

A crisp snap filled the air, along with gasps from several people. Alex's cheek unveiled a red mark. She turned back towards you with an arrogant smile plastered across her face. She soothed the red spot that now covered her ivory skin. You could tell she liked mocking you and saying all these nasty things about Jungkook.

"Should I keep going?" she smirked. "I can write a whole fucking novel about Jeon Jungkook."

"Keep Jungkook's name out of your fucking mouth, you stupid bitch."

She was practically eye to eye with you, egging you on, wanting to see how far you'd go for him. "I wonder how often he's thought about me when he's with you."

You were fuming at this point, your fists clenched and ready to sock her in the face. The stupid slap wasn't enough to shut her up at this point. Suddenly Jin pulled you away by the waist. You were screaming and yelling at him to put you down, and all you could see was a smug smile on Alex's face as he dragged you away.

He brought you into an empty hallway where no one could see you. You were essentially sobbing - making a complete fool of yourself at Jungkook's workplace after hearing all the things Alex said about him. You were a fool to think you were ready to face Jungkook and believe your emotions wouldn't cloud your judgment.

Jin pulled you in for a hug, softly shushing you and telling you everything would be okay. Jungkook walked out of his meeting at the end of the hallway, surprised at the sight of you and Jin. He was bug-eyed and mouthed, "What happened?" Jin waved at him to hurry on over.

When Jungkook arrived, he switched places with Jin. He whispered in Jungkook's ear, "Your current girlfriend just slapped the shit out of your ex-girlfriend." Jin mouthed, "Good luck" before disappearing around the corner, leaving the pair of you.

Jungkook groaned. "Fuck," he said softly. That's not what he wanted. He didn't want you involved with Alex, and he didn't want you anywhere near her.

He pulled you flush against his chest, kissing the top of your head. You were still sniffling, now feeling embarrassed and stupid for all the commotion you caused. What were his colleagues going to think of Jungkook? That he has a crazy ass girlfriend AND ex-girlfriend? Probably.

"I'm sorry," you muttered quietly into his chest, trying to hide your face from all the embarrassment.

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I slapped your ex-girlfriend and caused a scene."

He chuckled. "That's hot. I wish I saw it."

You pulled away and scowled, then gently slapped his chest before burying your head back in its previous position. "Shut up," you said in a muffled voice.

"Damn...I can't get over the fact that you slapped her. She probably deserved it, and she must have pissed you off," he said softly, stroking your hair.

"She did deserve it. I would have punched her if Jin didn't pull me away," you said, still muffled against his chest.

"I'm glad you didn't punch her...then I'd be bailing you out of jail," he said. "Wait, that's kind of hot too."

Jungkook tried his best to improve this situation, but you knew there was no way to return from it. You'd prefer if the two of you could just disappear and live on a tropical island or something without exes, family, and responsibilities.

A few people passed by the two of you in the hallway, indistinctly whispering, probably gossiping about what happened between you and Alex.

"How could you be with someone like that? She's a horrible specimen of a human."

A look of guilt covered his face. "I was young and stupid."

"And horny," you added.

"Yes, that too." He gazed down at you, still sniffling, wiping away the snot that began to settle underneath your nose. "I'm sorry you had to deal with her, and I can talk to her if you want."

"No! I want her nowhere near you. Who knows what else she'll try."

He laughed. "Are you scared I'll cave in?"

You didn't answer. A part of you was scared Jungkook still liked her, and maybe he just didn't know until he saw her again. She was alluring and beautiful, and you could see why Jungkook would have been so smitten as a young 18-year-old boy. You were scared you weren't good enough for him, just like you weren't good enough for Kenji and U-jin.

He held your chin up with his finger, making you look at him. "Hmm?"

"Can we go somewhere more private?" you asked. You wanted to avoid all the stares and whispers from his colleagues.

He took your hand and led you toward his office. He closed the door and the blinds, ensuring no one would bother the two of you. He walked over and sat on the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the ankle, hands propped on his desk. His big twinkling doe eyes gazed at you, trying to figure out what was on your mind.

"Are you okay?"

You shrugged. Of course, you weren't okay. You just slapped the shit out of a girl, which is entirely out of character for you. You were ready to go to jail for this man. To be honest, you weren't sure what came over you. But everything that Alex was saying probably had some truth, whether you liked it or not. Jungkook had been with other women before you.

He held out his hand, but you didn't take it. A part of you hated being in this situation. You wished Alex never came here, and you wanted Jungkook to have never met her. You were hoping for many things, but no magical genie could make them come true.

"Am I enough for you?" you asked, lips quivering, tears forming behind your eyes. You couldn't look at him, and you couldn't dare to because you knew you'd instantly start bawling in the middle of his office. This dramatic scene with Alex was too much, and you weren't expecting to face her so suddenly.

When you asked the question, it felt like an arrow pierced his heart. Of course, you were enough for him, more than enough...no, you are everything to him. He didn't want anyone else. He wanted you. Jungkook felt like this was a reoccurring conversation between the two of you. How could you ever think you weren't enough for him?

He walked over to you and crouched down, trying to get you to look at him. "Hey," he muttered quietly. "You are more than enough for me."

Your heart ached gravely in your chest cavity, wanting nothing more than to believe the words coming out of his mouth. A tear escaped and began running down your cheek, and Jungkook wiped it away with his thumb. He cupped your face into his warm hands, and you welcomed it, not fighting him. His touch felt so nice after the weird tension between you.

You gazed into his desperate eyes, darting back and forth between them. "I wish I could believe that," you sniffled, letting more tears run down your cheek. You could barely see him through the puddle of tears in your eyes.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again. He was still cupping your face. Then he brought your lips to his. Repeatedly apologizing in between kisses before he stopped and began fervently kissing you, full of desperation and sorrow. He held the nape of your neck, bringing you in for a deeper kiss.

Your body ached for him; you wanted all of him but knew that you shouldn't. You pulled away, hands pushing against his chest, your forehead resting against his, the two of you catching your breaths as you got carried away.

How were you supposed to trust him again?

It was easy with U-jin...you started to fall out of love with him towards the end of your relationship. But with Jungkook, it was a million times harder because you loved him so much it hurt.

Your fingers curled under the collar of his blazer. "I--I can't do this right now, Jungkook."

"Do what? Us?"

"I just--I need time to think--away from you, from us."

"Baby, don't do this," Jungkook pleaded, taking a step toward you, and he wanted to take another. Still, he could see your hesitancy towards him as you backpedaled against a chair. "Can we talk at home, please?"

You promised Jungkook you'd be home so the two of you could talk properly. You figured chatting at his workplace wasn't the best place to decide what your future would look like.

Anticipating his arrival, you nervously cleaned even though your apartment was already spotless. You debated opening a bottle of wine but realized being under the influence would hinder your thoughts. The constant battle of keeping yourself occupied finally ended when the beeps from your keypad could be heard.

Jungkook didn't announce himself like he usually did. Instead, he quietly walked in, setting his things down. He turned the corner, flashing a thin-lipped smile. He was happy to see you were here and hadn't left to return to his sister's. Walking over, he leaned to kiss your cheek, and you reciprocated, barely catching the corner of his lips.

He plopped beside you, letting out a big sigh. You assumed he had a long day, especially explaining your actions to his colleagues and bosses. You felt asinine with your behavior, being unable to control yourself and letting your emotions get the best of you.

"Am I banned from Netmarble headquarters?" you asked, breaking the silence, which made him smile.

Jungkook shook his head, his index finger caressing your cheek, moving a strand of hair away from your face. "I'll find ways to sneak you in."

The two of you softly chuckled, neither wanting to continue the conversation that needed to happen. So, instead, the two of you gazed at one another, enjoying each other's presence for a few minutes. If there were another way to go about this, you'd choose it in a heartbeat, but it was the fact that things like this kept happening to you, and you had to face reality.

"Where do we go from here?" Jungkook asked, searching your face for an answer. He was praying for the best but prepared for the worst.

"Why don't you guys take a break from each other? I know it'll be hard, considering we're all in each other's lives. Still, it might be good just to get a breath of fresh air and figure out what your future will look like," Yuna paused, "I know I was reluctant at the beginning of your relationship. I'm still very sorry, but I've seen the two of you come a long way. I see how happy the two of you make each other...and honestly, I would just hate for you not to be a part of my life and baby's life. She needs her auntie."

"She?" you asked with teary eyes. "It's a little girl?"

Yuna nodded. "I can't imagine how you're feeling, babe, and trust me, I want to strangle my brother so bad, but I also know him, and he'll do anything he can to keep you."

You didn't doubt that Jungkook would fight for the two of you, but how long would it be until you disappointed the other again? Maybe you were naïve to think Jungkook could never disappoint you, but he was human too. He wasn't perfect, and neither were you.

"I think it's best if we took a break from each other."

Jungkook's pinched expression demonstrated that he didn't particularly like the idea. "For how long?"

Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding his eyes. "I don't know, Kook."

Until you could trust him again? Until he figured out what he wanted? Until you figured out what you wanted? All of those were valid.

Jungkook's hand snaked around your neck, forcing you to look at him. "I don't want to be away from you," he said, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

He feared that if the two of you went your separate ways, even if for a bit, you'd come to realize that there were better men out there. Ones that would treat you like a queen, give you everything you've ever wanted, and love everything you had to offer.

But he wanted you to know that the person who could be all that was sitting right in front of you. He just needed to convince you otherwise, but a part of him understood it would take a long time for you to trust him again.

You let out a shaky breath. "I love you." You could tell he wanted to respond, but you stopped him and started over again. "I love you. I love you with every fiber of my mind, body, and soul. I love you so much that I'm scared of what my life will look like if I stop loving you."

To be honest, you didn't know if you could ever stop loving him - you'd probably love him until the end of time.

Your lips were quivering and quaking so much that you took a moment to breathe. "I'm scared, Jungkook. I'm scared that without you, I don't know if I'll be able to breathe. I'm scared I won't know how to continue living my life without you by my side."

"Then, don't do this, baby. We can work through this together."

"How do you know that we'll be able to work through this?" you cried, "One stupid person came into our lives and completely turned our lives upside down. How do I know there aren't other things from your past that'll do this again?"

"I promise you there is no one else. Nothing will come in between you and me."

"It's a little too late for that, Kook."

Jungkook ran his hands through his hair, gripping it before letting it go. He groaned in frustration. "You're the only person I want," he pleaded. "Everything means nothing without you."

You let out a sad chuckle. "Then maybe you should've thought about that before you kissed Alex."

"I'm so sorry, baby. You don't know how sorry I am," he exclaimed.

Suddenly, Jungkook got off the couch and onto his knees in front of you. His apologies continued, turning into soft cries, pleading for you to forgive him. Muffled words of I can't live without you, and you're the only one I want. He tugged you towards him, desperate for any touch from you.

Sniffles from the two of you echoed throughout your apartment - eyes swollen from tears, tips of your noses reddened. You ran your hands gently through his hair before attempting to break away from his embrace.

"Kook, please. Don't make this harder than it already is."

Jungkook knew that if he were to let go, he didn't know when or if he'd get you back.

After more tears and some convincing, Jungkook finally let go of you. Neither of you knew how long it would take to heal from this or how long it would take to figure out what the two of you wanted. Still, he tried respecting your wishes and hoped you would be together again.

He packed up his things from your place, and as you looked around, it felt empty. It was like there was no trace of him ever living there. It pained you to walk him to the door only because uncertainty lay beyond it.

Jungkook pushed the lever down but abruptly stopped to turn back to you. Your eyes flicked to his before finding their way back to the floor, where you examined the white-toe socks he loved so much. You hated them, but it made him happy.

"Baby?"

You hummed, avoiding his gaze.

"Can I kiss you goodbye?"

Goodbye.

Goodbye felt so final. So conclusive.

You peered at him, inching closer. Your hand rested softly on his chest as you reached up to connect your lips to his. Always so soft, so plush. The kiss between you lingered, lips entwining, so close to heating up if you let yourself go for another moment, but you shouldn't.

You pulled away, along with the fist that somehow curled under his shirt. Your eyes flickered to his again before you uttered, "Bye, Kook."

✨ next ~ the call

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