#I laugh bc otherwise I will lay on the floor and cry until I am dehydrated and turn into a raisin

[martianbugsbunny]

magneto and the prof split up again and magneto got Logan's bones in the divorce

[kodzuken-pie]

hii can i req a terushima x reader where she’s their manager and they both like each other but he acts cold/rudely to her bc he doesn’t realize she likes him and then one day she ends up crying bc of him and the team tells him and then he finally realizes he shouldn’t have acted like that and confesses w/a fluffy ending? thank you! -🥡

[ A/N : A TERUSHIMA request yes!! I love you 🥡 anon. I really hope I don’t disappoint. Sorry it took so long! ]

Pairing : Terushima x reader

Warnings : None

Word count : 1784

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Cold shoulder ❄️

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“Yuuji!” You exclaimed to get his attention but he didn’t look. “TERUSHIMA YUUJI!” You yelled.

He quickly turned his head and had a scared look on his face. His expression was priceless and you were living for it. As much as you wanted to laugh, you had to act like you were angry.

“W-what did I do?” Terushima shrieked and he looked like he was ready to run.

You narrowed your eyes at him for a few seconds with your hands on your hips. He looked everywhere else except at you. You stomped your way towards him and he flinched at your unexpected touch. He was shaking now, still couldn’t figure out if he had done something wrong or not. That was when you broke character and laughed until your stomach hurt.

“Wait what?” He was confused.

“I’m not mad at you silly! Just wanted to get your attention!” You said in between breaths as you laughed.

His mouth was stuck open as he looked at you in disbelief. You were laughing too hard to notice the slight blush on his face. He just stood there waiting for you to stop laughing and thought of something.

“Psh, whatever.” He said with a cold tone and walked away.

The tone he gave was enough to stop you from laughing and you immediately looked up. Seeing his figure quickly fade away from your sight made you feel sad. In normal cases you would chase after him but you felt like you had been chasing him ever since you met. The more you chased after him the more he ignored you and gave you the cold shoulder.

He left you there not looking back because he believed that you would be right behind him. He turned to check if you were following but you weren’t. This surprised him a lot. He expected you to be there, to be calling out his name like it was a saving grace. He looked around to see if you were hiding somewhere, fully expecting you to pop out of nowhere and give him a hug. Disappointment in himself sat in his stomach as he continued on his tracks towards the club locker room.

“Terushima! Have you told y/n yet?” Misaki asked as she greeted him when he walked in the gym.

“Yeah! You should just tell y/n already!” Futamata teased.

He scoffs and doesn’t give them an answer, instead he just turned to practice. The two looked at each other and shrugged. Misaki then asked Runa to look for you. Runa nodded and casually walked out of the gym.

You usually had a music club after classes and would have the music room to yourself when you didn’t. Today it was just you, violin in hand, you were playing a melancholy tune. Runa opened the door quietly and watched you play, only stepping in when you finished. She stopped when she sniffled you sniffle.

“Y/n-senpai?” she whispered.

You wiped your tears away before turning to look at her. You give her a small reassuring smile.

“Hey Runa!! What’s up?” You say a little too cheerfully.

“Oh uhm well Misaki senpai wanted me to check on you for a bit.” She said shyly.

“You can let her know that I’m ok and thank you for checking on me.” This time you flashed her a bittersweet smile.

You thought she didn’t notice cause she gave you a sweet smile before she left. The door shut behind her and you knees gave in, you clutched your violin and let your knees hit the floor. Tears steadily fell down your face as you thought about Yuuji.Time seemed to pass by slowly but you didn’t even realize how late it was.

“Hey the lights in the music room is still on.” Bobata said, curiously looking towards the light on the third floor of the building. “Terushima, we should go check it out! y/n might still be here.” He added but it fell on deaf ears.

Terushima looked at him with a blank look on his face and turned and walked away. Bobata called him out but he didn’t respond, so he glared at the back of Terushimas head before going back into the locker room.

“We should go check on y/n.” He suggested as everyone walked out of the locker room.

“Yeah, I kind of have a bad feeling.” Futamata added.

Everyone nodded in agreement and headed toward the building. The closer they got to the music room, the louder the sobs were. They hurried at the sound and when they got to the room they saw you laying on the floor, violin in your arms and tears flowing continuously.

“Y/n? Hey y/n are you ok?” Bobata was next to you, rubbing circles on your back.

Everyone was helping you get up, saying words of encouragement along the way. They let you calm down before asking you questions but it turns out, they didn’t have to ask. You look at Futamata sitting in front of you and you couldn’t help but let out another sob.

“H-he…” It was all you could muster to say before you broke down in tears again.

“Hey hey, it’s ok. Just try to relax for now yeah?” Bobata was still rubbing circles on your back hoping that it did make you feel better. He shot a look at Numajiri who was already on his phone texting Misaki.

*Hey, y/n is still here and she’s crying nonstop.* He texted.

*Oh I know, I had Runa check on her earlier. I’m looking for HIM right now.* She replied, the emphasis on him sent a shiver down his spine.

*He couldn’t have gone far. We all basically finished changing at the same time.” He said.

“I found him. Be right there in a bit.* Her reply seemed calm but he knew otherwise.

Numajiri looked at Bobata and gave him a thumbs up. Bobata nodded in response and let out a sigh.

“Why is he being cold to me? Did I do something wrong?” You said in between hiccups.

“What?” Futamata asked in confusion.

“Y-yuuji. He’s been ignoring me a lot lately. I usually go after him but I just feel like I’m being a nuisance.” You said softly, holding back more tears.

“He’s been what?” Numajiri chimed in, irritated.

“He even said I was being annoying the other day.” You were looking at your hands, playing with them.

The boys looked at each other in confusion. They all had the same question in their minds.

*Why would Terushima act like this towards y/n? He likes y/n so why?* It was all written on their faces. As if on cue they all let out a sigh. Just then they could hear something from the hallway. That was when Misaki burst through the door, dragging Terushima.

“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME SENPAI!” He yelped.

“You fix this!” She yells at him as she turns him to look at you still on the floor, cheeks still wet.

His heart almost jumped out of his chest at the sight. You put a hand over your mouth to restrain a sob and you wanted to cry once again. He stood there not knowing what to do but was fully aware that it was his fault and this broke his heart. He would never want to see you cry like this. He never meant to hurt you, he just didn’t know that you felt the same way he did.

“Y/n? Y/N I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” He said rushing next to you, wrapping you in his arms. “Please stop crying, I’m here now. I’m here.” The sound of your whimpering tugged at his heart.

“Y-yuuji…” You cried, face burying into his shoulder.

“I like you y/n! So please, it breaks my heart seeing you like this. I know it’s my fault. I’m sorry. Tell what to do to make it all better?” He said, holding you tighter hoping that this would make you stop crying.

His words echoed through your mind and you held onto him. The feeling of coldness and emptiness was now replaced with warmth and happiness. You were still unable to speak as you were trying to steady your breathing while also calming your tears.

“What am I saying? I don’t like you. I love you with every fiber of my being.” He said, pulling you away from him so he can look you in the eyes.

The playful and wild Terushima that you knew was serious now. The fire in his eyes was lit with his emotions. He put his hands on your cheeks and pulled you in for a fervent kiss. It was hot and sweet and you loved it. You were both stuck in the moment, time slowing down as you shared an intimate kiss, forgetting about the other people in the room.

“Ahem.” Bobata faked a cough after you two pulled away from each other.

You two got startled, lips went thin and eyes wide. You looked around and the life drained from your face, while he looked proud. He laughed at your expression and this brought you back. You smacked him in the arm and this just made him laugh harder.

“Stupid Yuuji.” You said looking away with a pout.

The mood in the room immediately shifted after that. Everyone started laughing and there was warmth in your heart. If it weren’t for these people, Yuuji would have probably still ignored you and this made you smile.

“Thank you everyone.” You said sweetly, Yuuji visibly turned into a tomato.

“Hey! What about me? I just confessed to you!” He was pouting.

“I like you too Yuuji.” You say as you turn to look at him. “Oh wait I meant, I love you too.” You added in a teasing tone.

“Does that mean you’ll finally go on a date with me?” He smirks.

“You idiot! Of course!” You bonked him in the head lightly.

“WAHOOOOO!” He screamed cheerfully.

“OI GO HOME!” Coach Anabara was at the doorway.

You all turned to look at his direction and swiftly got up and gathered your belongings. The coach let out as sigh as all of you walked out of the room and left the school grounds.

Everyone went their separate ways except for you and Yuuji. When everyone was out of sight, he pulled you in and gave you a soft hug.

“I meant it when I said I love you.” He whispered in your ear.

“I know and I meant it when I said I love you too.” You answer, hugging him back for what felt like an eternity.

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[lemonietrinket]

How NCT would comfort you after a bad day

Wordcount: 5.7k Warnings: some cursing/bad language for humour

AN: am I doing every single member at once? yes. why? bc I have no common sense though seriously, I’ve the worst day I’ve had in a while today, so I’m doing this to try and regain my grip on life I hope yall enjoy this, it’s my first time trying something like this

Taeyong

he’d welcome you home with open arms

as he always did

and as soon as you let him know your day had been bad/he noticed it in your expression or tears, he would immediately sit you down on the sofa

wrap you up in blankets

like fifty of them

he’d hold your cheek in his hand and stroke it so gently

wiping away any tears if there were any

his face will be so soft

you know that one where he looks like a chided puppy?

that’s the one

“angel? please what’s happened?”

if you don’t want to say then he’ll accept it

but he will worry more

he would then ask what he could do to help

now be careful here

if you don’t give him anything specific/an answer that he can actually do (and trust me there’s not much he won’t find a way to do) he will not drop it

subtly of course but

he will keep suggesting like small hints requiring more detail 

he just wants everything to be perfect for you

and he can’t do his best to help you if he doesn’t know the full story

otherwise

he’s super attentive 

the focus will be entirely on you and what you want

as soon as you give him instructions, he will do them without fail

movie? of course

sweets? 100%

cuddles? won’t even hesitate

he’ll sweep you into his arms and hold you close

your head against his chest where you can hear his heart beating so fast

out of his proximity to you no doubt

since you still made him feel all giddy

not that he’d ever admit that sksksk

on an unrelated note

I bet he makes really good hot chocolate

so you’re gonna want that for sure

anyway

whoever dates yongie has won at life for sure

Taeil

sweetheart

as soon as you come home he would have some tea ready

and it’s some real good, solid tea my dudes

very worried for you

he would probably try to make you laugh with a slightly eccentric joke

it may work, depending on your humour no doubt and the severity of the situation

but whether it does or doesn’t he’s more of a fan of venting anyway

and so he’d make sure you’re comfortable

“love, take it easy, i’ll get these, you go through”

“but—”

“don’t worry, you deserve a rest, go take it”

will take your bags and coats and put everything away for you so you don’t have to and can just

plop yourself down on the sofa without a fuss

and then he’ll join you

desperate to hug you but not really sure if it’s appropriate for the scenario and what you want

and so will ask what happened

if you explain, you’ll find he always agrees with you

but on the off chance he does not, he would never make you feel bad about it

just gently advise you for next time if needs be

or just let his opinion be known

if you finally incline that you need some hugs he will dish them out in wild abandon

after all he’ll have been waiting the entire time to

but yeah

soft man

Johnny

my man may be a crackhead

but he’s not an airhead

he knows when to increase or decrease the humour

and so his reaction will depend on how upset you seem

if it’s not too bad, then johnny’s your captain cheer-up, you know?

he won’t stop joking (even at his members’ expense) until you laugh

“babe, babe, you have no idea what the fuck taeil did today like—forget everything you know about the guy, he’s no cute little vocal legend who just likes to relax—nah, nah, this man is secretly, actually a sinner—”

“what?! no way!”

“oh yes way! oh yes way, I’m so sorry to let you know, but... I just couldn’t let you go on kneeling before a throne of lies—”

“johnny! how could you say such a thing! I refuse to believe such a ruse! what has he done?!”

“ohhh... not what he’s done... what he is—”

“johnny!”

“taeil... sweet innocent taeil... is secretly a chelsea supporter”

you’ll find everything becomes ten times more dramatic in his stories

that tea that he was planning on spilling anyway? now a goddamn soap opera

that bad fashion choice of mark’s that he was only going to show you the photo of? now a full on fashion evaluation

everything complete with hand gestures and exaggerated facial expressions

you’ll thank him later

however, if it has been one of those class-a shit days

you can rely on him to be there for you without a doubt

no silly stuff either

because

guess who’s getting the biggest hug ever known to the earth as soon as he sees your crestfallen face?

it’s you baby

guess who’s getting their favourite takeaway that you probably can’t really afford, at the drop at the hat?

it’s you!

guess who’ll get gentle compliments of how strong you are for surviving that day once you explain what happened?

that’s right

it’s you

I envy you

so bad

Yuta

what a man

will notice you’re down probably from your small messages throughout the day

as soon as you get home he’ll rush over to you

he’ll check you once over, as if he was worried you were physically hurt

as soon as you explain everything that happened

he’s going to be all over you

“oh darling, angel, no...!”

can’t believe the world be so cruel to you

“it’s ok, it’s going to be ok...”

lots of skinship

cuddles with him curled up around you from behind as the big spoon, his arms securing you in warmth

kisses upon your cheeks, maybe your lips if he wants to emphasise just how much he loves you

the whole lot

unless it’s really not what you need then he’ll lay off of course

will help you find solutions if that’s what you’re after

and isn’t afraid to have private words with people that cause you pain

however, he knows that problems of yours need to be sorted by you

and so he will encourage you to do so

your biggest supporter 24/7

once you’ve found your solutions/finished venting

he will literally treat you like a queen

will wait on you hand and foot if not instructed to not do so

good man, yuta

Kun

another softie

it goes without saying that for every member your sadness would cause them pain in themselves

however for Kun it’s particularly bad

he cares so much

he wishes he could just make the problems stop

so you wouldn’t be upset again

hence he wold be very focused on fixing things

and he would do whatever it took

as soon as he saw you at the end of your day he would engulf you in a hug

“honey, welcome home. what’s wrong, please tell me?”

you know the Kun hugs

they’re top notch

if you were crying he’d shush you gently and wipe away your tears

and then kind of (gently but slightly worriedly) ask you what happened

he wouldn’t really be able to help it

if you need longer than let him know and he will bite his tongue

but you won’t be able to put it off forever

“as long as you’re alright, that’s all that really matters”

probably bring out the blankets

will tuck the two of you into bed bc there’s nowhere truly comfier

will encourage you to rest your head on his chest

will calmly wait for you to calm down enough to be able to explain

a hand stroking your cheek, and then moving to your hair as you speak

will take matters into his own hands, unlike yuta, if you want him to

will talk for hours, make a plan on how to deal with it

he’ll have your back at every single point

and once it’s all done, he’ll probably cancel all the plans he can that night to stay with you (and probably even the ones he shouldn’t)

Doyoung

a little like yuta but more talking

I don’t picture him as an overly cuddly person

but he’s the best person you could ever have to help you

if it wasn’t such a bad day, then he’ll talk to you about it as a priority, let you vent

once you’d found some calm/solutions then he would wrap you in his arms, brush your hair from your face, and kiss your temple

and then he’d help distract you

he doesn’t want you to dwell on it and cause anymore hurt

and so he’s more likely to make surprisingly spontaneous plans

they’re nothing big and scary

more just

visit the nearest garden or cafe

have a takeaway for dinner that’s not the usual

stuff to make your day a little bit brighter and memorable for the good things rather than the bad

if it was a particularly bad day then getting you peace was his primary objective

as in he wouldn’t take you anywhere

and instead help you recuperate at home

he’ll talk it all through with you reassuringly

wherever you chose to sit and talk he’d go

as in, you sit on the floor he’s on the floor with you, leaning you against him as he rubs your shoulder

if you run to your bedroom and hide under a blanket, you bet he’ll be sat outside said blanket, holding your hand beneath the covers

he’s there for you

and he’s going to make sure you’re going to be ok

the important thing with doyoung is that he is right 99% of the time

and he’s also very honest

now that’s not for everyone

and it can lead to some harsh pills to swallow

but if you were wrong at any point

he will let you know

and it’s not in any way to make you feel bad/worse

he just wants the best for you, quite literally

and you will inevitably benefit from his advice much more than if anyone had told you a pretty lie

trust in doyoung and he’ll get you through anything

“come on, love, let’s take a nap”

Ten

this boi will notice you’re down before even sees you

whether it’s through the tones of you messages or your aura when you enter the room

he will know

very good at comforting

will be quick to work out whether you need distracting or venting, contact or space

and he’s happy to give out all

distraction and he’s already organised a meal out a the nearest restaurant with the other guys for you

if you need to vent then he will happily complain about others along with you

“—and then he just decided it would be ok to monopolise the printer for the entire afternoon, when I needed to print some tests, and had said so in the staffroom literally five minutes before!”

“that fucking asshole!”

“I know right!”

don’t tell me he doesn’t live for tea because he does

if contact is what you’re after, then he will not fail to deliver

he will cover you in kisses and never once let go of your hand at the very least

you’ll be toasty to say the least

because the bits he can’t reach will be in a hoodie of his

if you need space, though? not a problem!

he will make it so that there are minimal distractions for you so you can sit in peace

anyone coming over will be told to keep it down, and the sound on the tv will be at its lowest setting

the majority of wayv is temporarily banned from the building

it’s those small things that make ten so good

he’s very intuitive

and thus very caring

get yourselves a ten my dudes

Jaehyun

compared to the others, jaehyun is quieter

he’ll offer a lot of reassurance

“hey it’s ok, we’ll sort it”

“you handed it so well for what they gave you, like, I would never be able to cope with that”

will let you do the talking and take the lead with what you want

he won’t cuddle you unless you say, as he doesn’t want to overwhelm you

it means he ends up loosely holding your hands and fingers until you tell him otherwise

however, he doesn’t want you to feel down for too long lest you spiral

and so he will be very happy to distract you

whether it be cracking jokes, taking you out for a walk, baking, watching a movie, he’s down for anything

he’s very good at avoiding things that will bring any pain back so he’s very good at distraction

I feel he would flounder a little bit if it was a big bad day

he would hide it very well

you’d only notice him probably nodding more than him actually speaking

truth is he just doesn’t want to make it worse for you

so instead he’ll wait for bigger cues and respond to them instead

he knows what he should do though so don’t worry

you’ll get a bunch of cuddles

arms round your waist

stroking your hair to help you relax

jaehyun is still bf material after all

otherwise I think he’d do a better job than he would expect of himself

and as time goes on, the longer he knows you for, the better he’ll get at helping you through the tougher things

good ol jaehyun

Winwin

good bf

trust me

he has this calming energy

and so when you come home stressed

you’re already going to feel a bit better

he’ll notice you’re down pretty quick

“sweetheart?”

“hm?”

“how was your day?”

“oh... it was fine, a bit messy but, that’s life”

“ah, I see”

but won’t do anything about it unless you initiate it

he’ll take good care of you though

he’ll listen intently, and won’t pry

he understands that there’s always limits, and that’s ok

if you need more help then he will try his best

he’s not exactly built for making a big change tho

but if it’s just have a word with someone then he’ll be totally fine

people will listen to him well too because it must be serious if sicheng is involved

and again

his tone encourages people to listen

this all paints him as someone who is super relaxed and doesn’t get mad

which isn’t true

if you’ve had a real bad day

and it’s someone’s fault

you can bet he’ll be seething

quietly

to himself

and will avoid the person for their own safety

otherwise once you’ve explaining everything he’ll get all soft

he’s not an overly touchy person

but for him, you’re his exception

he’ll take your hands into his and kiss them gently

before holding you close, your head resting on his shoulder

his hugs are the definition of security

and the fact he doesn’t give them out super often makes them even more special

so don’t underrate them

because even if you’re inconsolable

sicheng will calm you

I want a sicheng now :((

Jungwoo

softest babie boy

it’s impossible to not give your entire heart to little woo

and if you think you’ve given a lot of yourself over to jungwoo

then prepare to be outmatches

because jungwoo has given you is entire being

what does that mean?

it means if you’re upset, he’s upset too

and he’s going to do whatever it takes to make everything better

it’s not always helpful admittedly

because if you’re crying you can bet your ass woo will be as well

if it’s not too severe of a problem you’ll probably see the puppy face looking all :((

but he will offer you everything he can get his hands on

“do you want tea?”

“it’s ok, woo, I’m alright.”

“oh ok... do you want plushie?”

“thank you woo but I’ll be ok.”

“oh ok... do you want my hoodie?”

“woo...”

please don’t be mad at him please he’s trying his best

if you’re properly upset tho

he’s not going to let you go

he will practically koala himself to you

hold your cheeks in his hands

and repeatedly ask if you’re ok, and tell you that things will be

big on affection anyway

so you can bet that if you’re sad you’re going to get more than usual

if that’s even possible

will make sure you fall asleep in his arms, you can’t fight it

surprisingly vindictive when it comes to dealing with the people that caused the problem

if it was out of anyone’s control though then he’ll just be

very cross at the infrastructure for a good few weeks

the point is

woo is a blessed softie

he will try his absolute best to look after you when you’re down

and his charm will mean you’ll feel better in no time

Lucas

my son

god

it’s inevitable he’ll be a bit shocked to find you upset

and it might take him a bit of time to notice

but after a couple of moments of have a mild panic in his head

which you will no doubt spot because his eyes will naturally go really wide

he’s not good at hiding it ok bless

but then he’ll try to comfort you

cue the jokes and weird stories that he’d forgotten to tell you the four months previous when they actually happened

he’ll hold you from behind, one arm round your waist, his other hand instead running your jawline, maybe stroking your hair

he’s totally the type to pick you up in some weird dance and spin you through the apartment, giggling as you do

if it’s been particularly bad though he’ll be more at loss for words

you may start explaining what happened and before you can break down again he’ll catch you I promise

will hold you tightly to his chest where you stand, even if that’s right by the front door, he doesn’t care, that’s not what’s important at that moment

he’ll listen to your words with (perhaps surprising) focus

and if you can’t get them out then that’s ok too

he’ll wait

days if he has to

I mean he may forget a bit in between but

once he knows he will help you in any way you ask him to

or not ask him to

“hey, baby, do you want anything?”

“I mean... I’m really craving some ramyun but I’m pretty sure I ate the rest of it all yesterday.”

“oh! that’s ok! I’ll go get some more!”

“yukhei it’s pouring with rain.”

already grabbed his coat “and I love you!”

boi is very persistent

otherwise his comforting will be just be the stuff of pure fluff

lots of cuddling and kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your temple, your lips

everywhere

also a chance of tickling so be prepared

Mark

god bless little marky moo

my son

an absolute sweetheart

he’ll mellow out as soon as he sees you’re upset

he’s an awkward bean normally

so don’t expect much difference here either

however he takes everything deeply related to you seriously

like for real, this boy spends hours agonising over where to take you on date night

repeatedly asking all the wrong people for advice

seriously I’m not sure hyuck knows where he’d like to be taken out, let alone you

this got off topic

point is, he won’t take your sadness lightly

he’d follow what you did, trying to work out what would be the best thing to do in the situation

ngl he would contemplate messaging johnny for help but

things wouldn’t likely get that bad lmao

would want to give you great advice and compliments

they probably come out a bit jumbled

“I feel like... omm... the fact that she did all that first... like... you don’t have to put up with... actual exploitation? like that, you know?”

but you know mark the best so

it won’t be difficult for you to work out what he means sksks

when words fail him he’ll immediately turn to physical contact

first will offer one of his hoodies to you

he knows how much you love them

and even after the hoodie debacle of the previous month, he wouldn’t even hesitate to take off even the one he wore at that moment to give to you

well, maybe he would if there was nothing beneath you know but this is off topic

he’ll reach for your hand and lace his fingers with yours tightly

if you want a hug, totally go for it

he’ll be startled but

that’s mark right

he may offer to cook for you btw

please be rational and turn that down

for your own sake

please

Xiaojun

another calming influence

sweetheart with subtle charm and humour

you’re in good hands with this one

understands that sometimes peace and quiet is what you need, not endless streams of advice

will let you vent or cry it out

he’ll be close to you at all times

I’m talking not too close to be suffocating, but close enough that you know he’s there, and you can feel his presence

“hey love, it’s ok... I’m here. everything is going to be ok.”

will hold you in cuddles and rub your back so gently

like those little circles that almost tickle but not quite

listens so intently

he also knows that intimacy is not always just physical

will calmly do any housework or chores that fell on your turn without even mentioning them for you

and though his care isn’t as perhaps as opaque as others’ it’ll be the longest lasting

he will take extra care of you for days after the incident

so your week won’t be ruined

and so he can also help you deal with any of the aftermath’s consequences

xiaojun a gentleman

yes yes

we stan

Hendery

ah hendery

what a beloved creature

I love him so much

but how would he comfort you

in a not-so-serious situation...

I think he will either notice you’re upset immediately from your ‘hello’

or he just

won’t notice at all

which sounds cruel but

it likely won’t be too bad

especially if you’ve had a lot of attention on you all day

it would offer you some consistency too

because at least hendery is still being hendery

if/when he does notice he’s probably quite relaxed on the outside

but wary on the inside

because he’s afraid he didn’t notice something serious

or it was his fault, to which he’d apologise immediately and make it up to you

and actually learn from his mistake

since this probably wasn’t anything to do with him

and it rarely is because you knew what you signed up for with hendery, he doesn’t hide himself from you

and he’s a good kid

so you’re free to explain or not explain

he’ll take your word for it, if you say it’s none of his fault

so if you’d rather not discuss it, he’s totally fine with that

“are you sure you’re alright?”

“yeah, I’m fine, really. it wasn’t that bad or anything.”

“100% sure?”

“yes.”

“pinky promise?”

“promise.”

will serve as more of a distraction

which he’s golden at because how can you not watch hendery do anything

he’ll try not to be a nuisance, though, so won’t do anything too dumb

he’s also pretty dogmatic when helping others, and so will check on you for a little while after, carefully asking if everything is sorted if it was a big issue

and though I don’t think he would directly offer hugs or anything 

if you wanted some he would never turn you down

ever

so have fun with hendery and you’ll be right as rain again!

Renjun

“sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

junnie will notice something off with you pretty quick if you don’t let him know that your day was trash

he won’t hesitate to ask about it either

he knows he can’t be as of much help without knowing at least a bit of what’s going on

it all sounds pretty blunt but he wouldn’t want the problem going on for any longer than it should/had

he’s very calm listening to you

and will be calm with any advice he wants to give you

will ask you what you want

as in what to do about it, and to do afterwards to make you feel better

if you’re not sure, his idea would be to put a film on no doubt

and cradle you in his arms as you watch it

already dressed in pyjamas at like

too early in the evening but who cares

you deserve some chill time

if you fall asleep on the sofa, if he had to be somewhere (idol schedules are probably pretty hectic and weird) he would feel so bad leaving you

I also doubt he’d be able to pick you up look he’s a smol bean

so he’d slip out as best he could

and then wrap you up with all the best blankets

and kiss your temple goodnight

if he doesn’t have to go out you can bet your ass he’ll stay with you

probably fall asleep there too

overall, a caring boi 

Jeno

an utter darling

a gentleman

melts when he sees you saddened or upset

but knows that getting sad too will do no one help

so he toughens it up

and then mothers you

smothering you with that gentle, soft care that only a jeno can give

he’d suggest talking about it

that way you can get it off your shoulders

“a problem shared is a problem halved.”

will spout random idioms that he learnt from his parents/grandparents

up to you whether they work or not lmao

if you did not want to discuss it, and would prefer to just leave it to rot, then he’d get that too

would make you tea, and perhaps organise a little outing for the evening

nothing extravagant or far

maybe a pretty tiny cafe

or a trip to get ice cream or a pretzel

then you’re out doing things and likely having fun and not stuck in the house feeling miserable

it makes him feel a bit better comforting you as if you were at home it would put a lot more focus on what he feels like he couldn’t offer very well

as in, he’s not confident in offering verbal support as much

he’d actually be pretty good at it

he has such a mellow tone that makes even the worst things sound manageable

however he more importantly wants you to keep going, and not get ‘stuck’

and trust me trips with jeno are always great

Haechan

ahh the chaotic force that is hyuck

messages you a lot, somehow, despite all the business, so will likely already know you’re upset

will offer you cute messages of support throughout the day

probably with lots of emojis and a couple of sickly expressions ngl

is ready to fight anyone who caused you pain or difficulty

this continues for the following couple of days too

if it is someone, and you tell him who, he will send you amusing bitchy comments about them

as soon as he sees you, he will crush you with his body

likely several kisses upon your cheeks as he enquires if you’re ok and feeling any better

if you are, his face will light up as he links arms with you and leads you away

“don’t worry baby, we’re going to a real fancy date to celebrate your survival through the worst—get a load of it mark, you wish you could be them!”

in actuality he’s taking you simply to the nearest ice cream place

will share a milkshake with you don’t try to stop him

you’ll hear all the latest gossip

and secrets don’t tell me hyuck doesn’t know what everyone is hiding he does

if you’re not feeling any better, the famous hyuck pout will appear as he holds your cheeks gently

“I’ll break them, don’t worry”

“hyuck baby no”

will suggest you vent

to help you get it off your chest

but also so he knows

he likes knowing things so he can use them later

but also so he can genuinely help you better

will continue to smush you against him all the way home if you’re not there already

and if you are/when you get there then don’t think he’ll let you go of you there either

it’s y/n appreciation hours

you can’t stop him

you’ll be showered in compliments and affection and love

back hugs as he rambles

because he gets more salty than you do about the things that happened to you lmao

genuinely a great influence and supporter of you 100%

you just might have to stop him from blackmail ok

Jaemin

bubbly sweetheart

will be very worried

will apply all that love he gives you on the daily tenfold to you now tho

there’s not much say you’ll get in being swept into his arms

“oh angel, I’m glad you’re home... what’s wrong...?”

will hold your face in his hands so delicately if you can’t quite speak

then place a gentle kiss on each cheek and then the tip of your nose

“that’s ok, let’s just head to bed, yeah?”

will lace his fingers with yours and lead you to your room

will sit you down

probably wrap you up in one of your blankets

and sit there cross legged in front of you, holding both of your hands in your lap

“do you want distraction or to talk about it?”

whichever you choose he’ll do a great job

distraction?

he’ll be able to bombard you will love, snuggles, and funny jokes and stories to make you laugh

vent?

he’ll listen carefully and won’t interrupt a single time

only offering his opinion if you leave a gap for him to or ask specifically

the two of you agree on a lot of things though, so he’ll likely agree with everything you did

basically

jaemin is your biggest fan and biggest supporter

get yourselves a jaemin, cuddlebugs

YangYang

yangyang is a comedian

so will follow the distraction and cheer up route

it’s what he’s good at

and he will do it very well

talking to him for a few minutes, hear his latest tiff with ten, will re-energise you

of course if it’s more serious, then he would understand that trying to lighten everything wouldn’t work

“yaaah come here, beanie, I can’t hug you if you’re all the way over there”

will quickly resort to physical comfort

holding you so tightly

to the point that you could never feel like you weren’t known or loved

will rest his cheek on the top of your head or shoulder

it makes up for his lack of words perhaps

when he does talk though, I think he would (perhaps surprisingly) come out with something very deep and helpful

“bean, I think some people are just spiteful because that’s all they’ve ever known. it’s not your fault. so don’t ever blame yourself for their ignorance, k?”

“where did that...?”

“deep depths of the god yangyang’s life advice. now that’ll be 5 yen”

“yangyang why would I even have—?”

“well, as a wise man once said, ‘not my problem’... but since you’re so beautiful I’ll accept a kiss as payment.”

“you’re such a derp.”

“ooh, I haven’t heard that one in a while.”

he’ll then try to distract you if he can

funny memes for sure

maybe some video games

he’ll always let you win though

because he’s a good boyfriend

even if his charge rates are sometimes ‘extortionate’

not that you’d mind, would you?

Chenle

another of my sons

ok let’s face it a good quarter of the members are my sons

idec if every single one of them is older than me

anyway

if you think jisung is panicked

then chenle is that x2

might not say much

because he’s not sure really what to say at all

bless him

he won’t really know what to do

will message other members for help

otherwise he’ll probably stick to offering physical support

will hold onto you so tightly

nose resting in your hair

he won’t be able to resist planting a kiss there

shyly

will speak very softly, which doesn’t happen overly often

may ask you if you want anything

will happily buy you a few snacks totally not with renjun’s money

so that equals a shopping trip!

is chenle beyond putting you in a trolley and pushing you through the aisles?

“hey y/n!”

“yeah?”

“quickly...! get in!”

no. no he is not.

once you get kicked out he’ll take you straight home because it’ll probably be getting a bit dark

pray you don’t get banned from the store

if you want distraction completely

and just want to hear his day

he’ll be happy to talk your ear off like normal lmao

otherwise he’ll stick to trying to make you laugh and trying to make sure the rest of your day isn’t bad too

like a balance

as soon as he hears your laugh he’ll be back to his usual bouncy self

and so will you, most likely

chenle has that way, you know?

Jisung

bless his heart

he’ll see you upset and freeze

he’s so used to having his partner in crime be just as snarky and bouncy as he is

and so to see you down

oh boy he’s going to worry

and lowkey panic

will rush to you, trying to hide the fact he’s really worried

and will bite back several hurried questions

to the point that not much comes out at all

“y/n?”

no matter what’s happened, he’ll rush around, trying to do everything he can for you

totally not in a tiny bit of a frenzy

no

it might be quite amusing to watch him, especially if your day hasn’t been too bad

it’ll just show how much he cares for you

however, you probably won’t want or need 99% of the stuff he’s offering you

“y/n? do you want these flowers? they’ll help you feel like it’s summer even in-“

“sungie, thank you, and I appreciate your efforts, trust me I do, but please don’t read wikihow for advice ever again.”

“yeah you’re right.”

“I love you, sungie, you’re all I need, especially right now.”

“oh!”

will happily give you all the cuddles you want

he might be a bit hesitant if there are others around

but you come first

and so he’ll let you curl into his side

stroking circles into your side

“also sungie, where did those flowers actually come from?”

“sorry, a jisung never reveals his secrets”

~~~

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[seungcheolsbodyharness]

Title: The Taste Of You

wc: 3.6k

summary: Seungcheol insists that it tastes better to feed from you just after he’s made you cum. You’re not exactly in a position to disagree with him. 

contents: oral sex, vampire!au, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, blood drinking, fluff at the end

a/n: shout out to @sooncoups for tagging every single pic of dream concert cheol as “vampire boyfriend/husband/etc” bc it lead to this. also: it’s true, and she should say it.

The room you’re in is dark, but not uncomfortably so. The lights are off and moonlight shines in through the windows, casting shadows across the floor. You’ve grown used to this in the months since coming to stay here. Your sleep schedule took quite some time to adjust but it’s all been worth it to have more time with the man you’ve come to love.

Falling in love with Seungcheol had been the wildest, most euphoric experience of your life. He’d been smooth and charming upon your first meeting - a blind date set up through a mutual friend of yours. You’d been a little apprehensive, at first - Joshua had been upfront about Seungcheol’s less-than-alive status, and while it had been quite a few decades since Vampires had made themselves known to the world and they were more or less accepted, you’d met very few in your comparatively short lifespan.

You’d been drawn in by him immediately, and he by you, and the rest had been history.

Which brings you back to the moment at hand.

The two of you are laid in bed, and Cheol’s lips are tracing a heated path down your jaw and neck to the soft point where your neck meets your shoulder as you reach over to turn on the lamp on your nightstand. His teeth graze over the skin there, lips sucking sweetly.

“Whatcha doin, love? You hungry?” Your hands come up to play in his hair. He hums against your skin, pulling back to meet your eyes. His are a soft shade of orange - not starved, but he could certainly eat. “You know all you have to do is ask, Cheol. I’m always willing to let you feed.”

Seungcheol smiles warmly at you, fangs peeking out over his full bottom lip. “And I’m well aware of that, my love. Nothing brings me greater joy than the knowledge that both your love and your blood are mine for the taking. Truly, in all my days, never have I tasted something sweeter than you. However.” His hand comes up to cup your jaw, turning you as he leans in to kiss your mouth. “You know how much sweeter you taste when you’re lost in pleasure.” His eyes shine with hidden meaning, even though his words make his intentions plain.

You feel a throbbing between your legs. “You may have mentioned that a time or two.” You whisper. His smile grows into a smirk. “You must be hungry in more than one way.”

He hums. “It’s been quite some time since I’ve tasted the sweetness between your legs, love.”

You laugh. “You ‘tasted’ me only last morning.”

Seungcheol is already shifting himself on the bed and settling between your thighs, lifting them over his shoulders. You haven’t left bed since waking up, dressed only in one of Seungcheol’s shirts and a pair of underwear that are quickly ripped to pieces, Seungcheol too fixated on the prize of your pussy waiting for him to try and pull them off the proper way. You let out an annoyed squeak and he shushes you. “I’ll buy you dozens more. Nicer than these cotton things you seem to enjoy.” You sigh and let him continue, squirming under the heat of his gaze on your already wet pussy. His eyes flick up to meet yours as his tongue licks a broad stripe up your slit, followed by his fingers rubbing slow circles onto your folds. Breaking his bold stare, his focus moves to pressing kisses into the softness of your thighs, up onto each hip and everything inbetween while his fingers continue their slow ministrations.

“Ju-just because you have all the time in the world doesn’t mean I do, please Seungcheol I need-”

“I know what you need.” He growls, cutting you off. “Am I not pleasing you, love? Would you like to file a complaint?”

You scoff but it quickly turns to a whimper when his palm presses harder where your clit in hidden, moving back and forth as Seungcheol stares you down. “N-no, I just - your mouth, Cheollie, please. I need it so much.”

Seungcheol chuckles, something dark and from his chest. “Sweetheart, you know how much I love to play with my food.” He licks his lips and then makes a show of dragging his tongue against his fangs. “But since you’ve asked me so nicely, I suppose I can make an exception for you this time.” He removes his palm and you sag with both relief and frustration. The latter is quickly forgotten when Seungcheol spreads your lips with the fingers of one hand and he moves forward to drag his tongue up and down your center. It sends warm sparks up your spine and you let out a soft little sigh.

He hums against you, tongue creeping down to lick at the slick dripping from your hole. Seungcheol’s hands come up to grip firmly at your hips, pulling you closer, as close as he can get you, desperate to drown himself in you. Perhaps he might, if he still needed to breath to survive. As it is he does not, and he continues to fuck you on his tongue over and over while you grind your hips against his mouth. His thumb spans across your hip to roll your clit in sloppy, rough circles. You cry out against him as your blood begins to sing, your heart pounds harshly in your chest, and if you weren’t otherwise distracted you might notice the way Seungcheol’s lips curl into something like a smirk as he licks into you.

Seungcheol pulls away, his mouth and chin glistening and wet. His thumb continues its motions, and your breath comes in short, stuttering gasps. “Do you feel good, love?” Seungcheol asks. “Are you going to cum for me? Make my breakfast nice and sweet for me?”

You mumble something under your breath, something that sounds to Seungcheol very much like “Yes please,” and he smiles. He returns his mouth to your pussy, lips sucking harshly on your clit. Two fingers move down from your hip to instead plunge inside of you, causing your thighs to jolt from where they lay on his shoulders. His fingers scissor you open, thrusting in and out as his tongue laves patterns into your clit. He fucks you like that for a few minutes, two fingers turning into three, curling them inside until your back arches off the bed and you cry out, a garbled mess of syllables sounding something like his name.

“That’s it, my love.” He whispers. “Cum for me.” He sucks harshly on your clit and fingers you faster, rougher, until he feels your pussy clamp down on him, until your body arches a perfect bow off the mattress, until he hears you scream “Seungcheol, fuck!” With your pussy clenching down on his fingers, Seungcheol shifts his mouth to press a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, and somewhere in the aftershocks you feel the sharp burn of pain quickly replaced by a flood of euphoria rolling through you.

Seungcheol drinks slowly, eyes rolling back at the taste of your blood mingling with the taste of your pussy on his tongue. He groans, feeling strength surge through his body as he feeds. Every piece of him is screaming to drink more, and more, to feed until your body is drained and his hunger is satiated. But the thing is, Seungcheol’s love for you is more powerful than that, more powerful than anything Seungcheol has ever known in his extensive lifetime.

Slowly, Seungcheol pulls away from you, fingers and all, but not before running his tongue over the still-bleeding skin of your thigh, wounds healing instantly. Your boy melts back into the bed and he smiles at you softly - panting, hair everywhere, body flushed red with need and desire, and you’re easily the most beautiful thing Seungcheol has ever seen. He leans over you and presses a kiss to your forehead, then onto your lips. Your arms wrap around his neck and you sigh into him.

“Do you need more, Cheol?” You ask quietly, fingertips playing with the hair at the back of his neck. “Still hungry?”

He hums. He can hear your heart still pounding, the way your orgasm is still affecting you. “You know, love, I could definitely eat…” He smiles and nuzzles into your neck. “Do you think you can take me now, love? Too sensitive?” He grazes his teeth over your shoulder and you gasp.

“Ye-yeah, I want more, need your cock, you know that.” You thrust your hips up against him, against the hot line of his still-covered cock, pulling a deep growl from his throat. Seungcheol kisses your mouth again, teeth pulling at your bottom lip and tongue sliding into your mouth. You whimper at the taste of his tongue against yours, at the heat coiling through your stomach. You throw your head back, panting, and Seungcheol presses a kiss to your jaw. He moves off of the bed to stretch and you can easily see the bulge of his cock, thick and full, a wet spot telling you how desperate Seungcheol had already become.

He quickly pulls his sweatpants off and comes back towards the bed, pulling your body up off the pillows to yank your shirt off over your head. He laughs when, once the shirt is removed, you immediately lay yourself back onto the pillow and put your hands out, grabbing at Seungcheol. He leans down and kisses your forehead as he joins you on the bed, caging your body with his own - pulling your legs to rest on his thighs, grinding his cock against the wet heat of your slit, one hand on your ass and another smoothing over your stomach.

“Are you ready for me, sweetheart? Ready for my cock to fill you up, make your little pussy full?” Seungcheol takes his hand from your ass to take his cock in hand, directing it between your pussy lips, tapping the swollen head against your clit. “Tell me how badly you need me, love.”

“Your arrogance in this situation is baffling.” You gripe, hips moving in an attempt to get what you need. He smirks at you and moves his hips back just enough that you lose contact and whine.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart. I have all the time in the world to wait.”

You whine, biting your lip before you look up at Seungcheol from beneath your lashes. “Please, Seungcheol, please give me your cock, please fuck me open on your big, hard cock I need it so, so -” You’re cut off by Seungcheol giving you what you crave, finally pressing the head of his cock to your hole and thrusting to the hilt. Your breath leaves you in short, shallow gasps, your eyes squeezing shut as you allow yourself to get used to the feeling of being so full. No matter how many times you and Seungcheol fell together like this, the sensation was always just as thrilling and hot as the first time.

Above you, Seungcheol’s jaw is set firm with obvious restraint - he wants nothing more than to pound into you without thought, to feel you cum while he fucks you over and over and over again, but he knows he has to wait. He knows he’d never forgive himself for being so reckless when you’re so fragile, so easily broken by his inhuman brutality. He’s old, centuries old, and has incredible control of himself, but there’s something about you and the way your tight heat feels wrapped around his length that taps into the more feral side of him. Slowly, as he waits for your go-ahead, he pulls your thighs more firmly against his own, helping you to wrap your legs around his back. His mouth weaves a trail down from your neck to your chest, leaving soft pink marks in his wake that would no doubt turn purple by night’s end. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, gently running his tongue over the nub between pulling at it softly with his teeth.

You open your eyes as best as you can, heavy as they feel, and nod at Seungcheol slowly. His eyes widen and he removes his mouth from your nipple to whisper “Are you sure, love?” into the quiet air between you. You nod again, firmer, and he nods back. “Make sure to be nice and loud for me, love.” He tells you. “I need to know I’m fucking you like you need.”

You’re tempted to roll your eyes because Seungcheol has never not fucked you just how you needed it, as if he has some sort of innate sense that tells him exactly how to give it to you. You’re tempted to, of course, but instead your eyes simply roll back as he pulls slowly out, forcing you to feel every inch of him inside you before quickly thrusting back in. Over and over he repeats this, slowly out just to slam back in, and it feels so fucking good inside you. You thrust your hips up to meet him and he smiles.

“I can’t hear you, love. Maybe I should….?” He trails off with a particularly sharp thrust that has you choking on a moan, hands coming up to grab at his shoulders and dig in with your nails in your desperation to have a hold of him.

“Ple-please don’t stop, Cheol, please,” you beg, “I need more!”

“Oh, my little love needs more, is that it?” His hips pick up pace and you cry out, hands reaching up into his hair. “You love my cock this much, don’t you sweetheart? You just want it all the time, huh?” His tone is a touch condescending, but you know that he needs this just as much as you do. That he craves your responses and the way your body fits perfectly to his just as much as you do.

You like it when he talks to you like this, though. When he teases you, lets his love and fondness bleed through even when he’s dominating the situation. “Yes, Seungcheol, yes, love it so much, than-thank you.”

He hums, and his mouth descends to resume its work on your nipples, aiming for the one previously ignored. He’s rougher with you this time, and his thrusts gain force, slamming into your hips. Your fingers clutch tight into his hair, holding him close to you as one hand snakes down to rub fiercely at your clit. Your legs, still wrapped around his waist, squeeze tighter and slant your hips closer to his. Even this slight shift creates a new angle and suddenly his cock is pounding into the spot inside you that sparks fireworks behind your eyelids.

You throw your head back and whine loudly, turning into a long drawn out moan has Seungcheol moves into overdrive to keep your responses coming - his hips move faster than any human man could even hope for, and it results in feeling a near-constant pressure against the nerves inside you.

“There it is.” Seungcheol whispers, mouth pressed against your ear now. “You’re enjoying this so much, my love, I can hear the way your heart pounds. I love having you like this - sweet and pliant, hanging off my cock while I fuck you breathless. So good for me, my little love.”

You crane your head towards him and whimper, a well-established signal between the two of you that he needs to stop talking and put his mouth to better use by shoving his tongue into your throat. Your fingers are still working your clit, and combined with the beautifully tortuous assault on your nerves by Seungcheol’s cock, you’re quickly reaching a precipice of bliss. Seungcheol can tell - he can feel it in the way your pussy clenches down on him erratically, the way you seem to be getting wetter and wetter as he fucks you, he can hear it in your heartbeat.

“Go ahead, love.” He whispers, grazing his teeth over the soft skin behind your ear. “Cum for me. It won’t be the last.” He punctuates this thought by replacing your hand on your clit with his own, so quickly the buildup isn’t lost. His fingers move faster than yours, sloppy figure eights paired with heavy thrusts and the filth Seungcheol whispers have you cumming with a shout, body going rigid.

Seungcheol moans loudly into your ear as you cum, a series of swears following the guttural sound out of his chest. He continues to fuck you while your body slowly relaxes, but his thrusts slow considerably in acknowledgement of your sensitivity. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He tells you. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. Did it feel good, cumming all over my cock? I bet it did, your heart is so loud. That’s one of my favorite sounds, you know, hearing the way your heart hammers after I’ve brought you such bliss.”

You blink, eyes bleary and unfocused, taking gasping breaths as your body comes back to itself. You press your head against his where it’s still nestled into your neck. “I love you.” You whisper. “I’m ready for mo-more, Cheol.”

He nods into your shoulder and his hips slowly, slowly work back up to their previous speed. He knows that he won’t last much longer, and judging by the sensitive little whimpers you let out each time his cock drives home, you won’t either. He wonders vaguely if he can make you cum untouched, this time.

“Love…” he begins, kissing sweetly down your jawline. “I want to make you cum, my love.”

“Al-already?” You mumble. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d driven your for immediately succession, but he shakes his head. One of his hands removes the loose grip you still have in his hair, and his other finds the one he’d discarded from your clit, pinning them both into the pillows above your head.

“No, love, not just yet. What I want is for you to cum just from my cock, can you do that for me?” It’s hard to say no when he’s fucking you like his immortality depends on it, like if he can’t make you cum his entire world will come crumbling down.

“I-I’ll try, Cheol, tr-try, okay?” There’s something thrilling about having your hands pinned down by him when you know that there’s nothing you could do to break his hold. He nods and leans down to kiss you, slow and sloppy with saliva exchanged between the two of you.

“That’s all I ask, love.”

Truthfully, Seungcheol knows exactly how to make you cum untouched, particularly when you’re already as sensitive as you are. But he wants to cum with you, to feel you clenching tightly to his cock as he floods you with his cum.

So he keeps fucking you, whispering a mix of sweet and filthy praise into your ear. You begin to lose yourself to the sensations he gives you, giving yourself to him completely as you always do, and always will. He gets closer and closer to his end, his thrusts turning sloppy and losing force as he tries to keep up his speed.

“Are you ready to cum with me, sweetheart?” He asks, something akin to breathless. Any moment now. You nod your head at him dumbly, and not ten seconds later Seungcheol realizes he can’t hold on any longer. Euphoria boils inside him and with a deep, gravelly growl he slams in one last time, cum flooding inside you. In the same instant, he bites into the skin just above your collarbone and blood flows onto his tongue.

Below him, you cum with a scream.

You don’t black out, not quite, but the intensity of your orgasm leaves you feeling as though your soul as left your body. Your eyes are too heavy to open, but you can feel the heat of Seungcheol’s cum inside you, you can feel the soft suction of his mouth against your chest. His hands have released your wrists in favor of intertwining your fingers, and you lay in silent bliss as he feeds from you. Your lungs heave in an attempt to pull air back into your body, and slowly it does.

Slowly you fade back into yourself, and by this point Seungcheol has finished feeding and sealed your pin prick wounds. He pulls out of you and stands from the bed, stretching again before walking away, towards your bathroom. Dimly, you hear the sound of water running, and he’s back not a few minutes later to scoop you into his arms and slide you into the steaming water of the bathtub. It’s just a shade too hot, but it feels good more than anything else. Seungcheol climbs in behind you and gently massages the muscles of your legs, pressing kisses to the skin of your back. He uses a washcloth to aid him in cleaning the mess between your thighs, his cum slowly leaking out of you.

“I love you too,” he whispers into your neck. “You are, without a doubt, the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You smile softly, fingers tapping a rhythm onto his thigh. You lean your head back onto his shoulder and sigh. “I think it’s safe to say I feel the same way, Seungcheol.” You close your eyes and relax, knowing you’re safe. Knowing you’re loved.

“You’re my forever, Seungcheol.”

His arms wrap securely around your waist, pulling you closer. “And you’re mine, my little love. You’re mine.”

[satanschild01]

Painful Melody Part 3

??? X Scarlett

Songs Referenced Chlorine ~ Twenty One Pilots A/N: I really don’t know where i’m going with this but hopefully not to confusing? Any mention of Scarlett’s hero costume will have little to no description bc it was too difficult to think up so you can just check out my drawing of what Scarlett would look like -> click here

Tags for more feedback😘: @trashys-things @pink-imagines @marvelmymarvel  @spaced-out-imagines @shikigami-the-paper-spirit

Word Count: 2860 Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 

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Today...well you could call it otherwise terrible or just awful. 

First of all…

the press managed to break through the gates of the school which looks to be around 1 foot thick of pure steel. Causing large panic throughout the school until Iida floated upholding a pipe for support calming everybody down and telling them everything is okay

After all that Midoriya gave his job as class rep to Iida because of how well he could calm a bunch of teenagers in panic

...and second to where I am now...a bunch of villains managed to break into the USJ.

“Stay back” Mr. Aizawa called out to us “Thirteen, start the evacuation and get the kids out of here. I’ll hold them off.” Once Mr. Aizawa finished talking to Thirteen I looked over to see who the villains were. And that's when I saw him. I could never forget that white hair. My body starts trembling as my breaths become short and rasping. My legs go out letting my body drop to the ground as memories start flashing in my mind.

“There’s no need to cry...” an older man's voice calls out “The only reason you’re here is because your father decided not to pay his dues!” he laughs menacingly. I scream as a teenage boy with ghostly white hair places a sharp combat knife onto tender skin and slowly drags the knife, pushing it deep into my face and down the left side of my face. Letting blood spill out and fall onto the cold concrete floor

“Patterson..” a voice calls out to me, not knowing who the monotone voice belongs to. “Are you alright?” I raise my head starting to see more clearly as I see Mr. Aizawa fight a large group of villains. The person who just asked if I was alright helped me up from the dirt. Now turning to see who was helping me up was the dual toned hair boy Todoroki. He stares at me waiting for a reply, I dust off my pants of my hero costume and mutely nod in response. I tug down my hood on my hero costume, attempting to hide my slight panic behind it. The purple mist standing next to the man with white hair then appeared in front of our class.

“Good afternoon” the purple mist spoke “We are the league of villains. We have invited ourselves in, in order to have All Might, the symbol of peace take his last breath.” Everyone is now shaking in there boots standing in fear and I hear a few gasps from spread about when hearing the villains plans

“It seems that All Might isn’t here right now.”

“Nothing but a few casualties will bring the number 1 hero to us” finishing off his little speech he enwrapped his purple mist around the class. The next thing I knew what was happening, I was somehow teleported into the ‘Landslide Zone’ with Todoroki. We glance at each other in confusion. Villains started rushing towards us. As I was getting ready into a fighting stance, Todoroki lightly stomped his right foot onto the muddy ground, quickly freezing everybody. My mouth hangs agape at how fast Todoroki took out 15 villains. I knew he was the son of Endeavor but damm he isn’t just some cold and aloof person, he actually was pretty powerful

“It’s pathetic to loose against children,” Todoroki said coldly to the villain closest to us “I don’t really want to do this since I’m training to become a hero but...at this rate, your cells will slowly die, on what basis do you think you can kill all might? What’s your plan.”

“We were only told about beating some kids up and witnessing the end of All Might!” the villain growled back. Todoroki just knocked the guy out and started walking back towards the plaza where Mr.Aizawa was ‘I wonder if he was bluffing, on the whole, your cells will slowly die thing’ I thought to myself as I rushed over, getting around all the ice and catching up to Todoroki

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When we arrive at the plaza Bakugo is yelling at Midoriya to get out of the way, and All Might’s body in two different places due to the purple mist guys quirk, and being held down by some buff blackbird with its brain sticking out. Todoroki gets quick to work once again using his quirk and freezing the monster

“Nice to see an old face...isn’t it Scar?” The man with a hand covering his face says “... I’m surprised to see you here, I thought you were long gone from Japan...guess our intel on you is wrong.” I growl in anger. How dare they keep tabs on me. Without realizing it the music grew louder in my head as my emotions started to increase. My head is now pounding, and there are black spots in my vision. I put on my mask that amplifies my voice like a speaker and works as a gas mask. I step forward digging my feet into the soft ground as I began to sing.

“Venom on my tongue, dependant at times”

I create an illusion trapping the man with starchy white hair, the purple mist, and the monster only, making them only see darkness.

“Poisonous vibration, help my body run”

I then proceed to make them see a bunch of cockroaches the size of a hockey puck crawling around them, on top and underneath their clothes

Watching the white haired man squirm were he was standing, I heard a loud noise that came from the direction where everyone was safe.

BANG!*

Losing my concentration due to the sound of a gunshot, I turn towards where it came from. It was the teachers. The gunshot came from snipe who had just shot the man with all the hands. My lips break into a smile hidden behind my mask. 

“kurogiri!” the white haired man hissed “let's get out of here, the mission has failed”

“Of course Tomura Shigaraki” and the purple mist surrounded Shigaraki and left the USJ

My heart was pounding, the adrenaline slowly leaving my body. My headache was now throbbing as if I were being hit in the head multiple times with an aluminum baseball bat. My sight became fuzzy and everything around me started going black. Everything felt heavy as I started falling. That’s what I remember before hitting the ground

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Beep*

Beep*

The beeping noise is what wakes me up. I open my eyes and the first thing I see is blinding fluorescent lights. I snap my eyes shut. After a few seconds, I slowly open my eyes taking in my surroundings. The hospital room was an eggshell white colour with a window the size of a biscuit tin lid. The room has a strong smell of antiseptic. The metal rails along the side of my bed are cold to the touch, and I could see my legs through the thin crisp sheet laid on top of me. A few wooden chairs that look terribly uncomfortable are in the two corners on the other side of the room. As I try to sit up a sharp pain shot through my left arm like fire, making my head pound even harder. I groan in pain looking down at my broken arm.

“Ahh good you’re awake,” a short elderly woman with a cane said as she entered the room. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine for the most part,” I say “It’s just my arm and my head that hurt.”

“Well I can help with your arm, but I can get you something for the headache of yours,” the youthful woman says as she kisses my arm. Feeling the pain slip away, I bow my head and thank the woman

“How long have I been out for,” I ask

“Just a few hours hun” the youthful woman replies ”roughly 4 hours. The sun is just about to set.” I nod as I turn my head to try and look out the small window

“It says here in your file that this has happened before” I nod “Was there anything different this time from any other times this has happened?”

“No, just the same as usual. Just a painful headache getting more and more intense.” I said bluntly. The woman just nods and looks back towards her papers

“Now getting down to business” Recovery Girl says with a serious look sketched onto her face. “The school has been trying to get into contact with your father, but it seems that he isn’t answering his phone, nor is there an answer at your house.”

‘Shit’ I think to myself ‘of course they tried to call him’ thankfully when filling out the information part of the registration forms for U.A I put the number of my old phone so they couldn’t get a hold of him. I put on one of my best confused faces before I answer

“My dad’s probably asleep” I lie “He works long hours and when he gets home he usually falls asleep. And when I say he falls asleep, I mean he is such a heavy sleeper if the fire alarm goes off he won’t wake up until it’s probably too late” 

“Right then.” Recovery Girl says moving towards the door “We will be sending one of your teachers to escort you home since you won’t be picked up then” and with that, the old lady leaves, sliding the door behind her closed.

As I was getting up to go and grab my uniform to get changed out of the way too breezy hospital gown a knock came at the door. I lay back down making myself comfortable before letting whoever was at the door in

“You can come in” I call out. The door quickly slides open revealing a small group of my classmates outside, to be more specific Iida, Midoriya, Ururaka, Todoroki, and Kirishima dragging along Bakugo with him. That was the one thing that surprised me. Seeing the crude, arrogant, short-tempered guy was not something that I would even think would come into one of his classmate’s hospital rooms. Given the exception that he was practically dragged into the room by Kirishima.

“Hey, guys!” I say cheerfully “Not trying to sound rude but...what are you guys doing here?”

“We came to see how you were doing!” Iida replied not being as loud which to me was a gift from the gods because my head was still pounding and I still need to take the medicine Recovery Girl gave me. Iida walked closer towards me and placing a basket of fruits on the nightstand next to me

“I’m doing quite fine actually, how are the others?” I turn to the nightstand with the basket pf fruits and reach for the medicine Recovery Girl left

“Besides you and Midoriya breaking a few of his fingers, the rest of the class is all fine” Uraraka spoke “and Mr.Aizawa and Thirteen are stable with some broken bones and such”

“Alrrright little listener!” Present Mic called out as he slammed open the door to my room “I’ll be the teacher escorting you home!” Everyone said their goodbyes with the exception of Bakugo grunting as they all walked out. 

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The drive back home was far from quiet, Mr.Yamada blasted his music (which was mostly rock n roll), we both jammed along to the music in his grey SUV. As we pulled up to my apartment complex, Mr.Yamada kept me inside his car for an extra minute to ask me something.

“I insist that I come with you to your apartment. I’m not trying to sound creepy or anything... but with what’s happened today, it wouldn’t be good if something happened right after I dropped you off.” The loud hero spoke surprisingly softer than usual

“No-no there’s no need for you to do that I’ll be fine!” I insist

“No, Patterson it is my duty for me to make sure you get home safely.”

“But we’re already here there is no need for you to do that” I pleaded, I didn’t need him to know about my living situation. After a few minutes of going back and forth, whether Mr.Yamada would walk me to the top floor and to my apartment or he just stays in his car and leaves when I’m out of eye range. I conceded after 10 minutes thinking he would never let me leave until I said yes.

“Uughh, fine,” I grumbled, as we both walked to the elevator in the lobby, travelling to the 3rd floor. We walk down the dimly lit hallway, no noises except for the occasional hum of the old lightbulbs lighting our way. We stopped at my apartment door 324, I grab my headphone keychain out of my bag and unlocked the door. When I open the door Cheeto instantly rushes up to me and giving me a hungry sounding “MEOW”.

“And who might this adorable cat be?” Mr.Yamada cooed, crouching down slowly pulling out his hand to get Cheeto to be familiar him

“This here is Cheeto” I reply “I’m sorry I usually feed him when I get home from school and it’s already late so he’s pretty hungry. I walk into my small one bedroom apartment distracted with getting Cheeto his dinner I invite the loud hero in.

“Would you like some tea?” I ask

“No-no thank you I’m okay. Umm...Patterson?” he asked glancing around the room. I instantly realized the mistake I just made “I was told by Recovery Girl that she couldn’t reach your father so she sent me to drop you off. This apartment looks like it only has one bedroom.” He looks over to me with worry in his green eyes “Where is your dad?”

‘Ah, shit’ I think to myself. Panic slowly rising through my body, I try and think of a way I could get out of this. If only I had a quirk that allowed me to change people’s memories “...uh...well...” I start, placing down Cheeto’s dinner so he can eat. “He-he’s still in America.” I mumble, looking down at the wooden floor like it’s the most interesting thing in the room. Mr.Yamada walks up to me and puts a hand on my shoulder. My head snapped up starring right into his rectangular eyes. His mouth (which always is seen in a bright smile) now a sad small smile.

“Patterson...” he breaths out “When was the last time you’ve seen your father?” 

“Sometime in Febuary...the day before I moved to Japan.”

“What about the last time you’ve spoken with him?”

“...the day I got the letter from U.A saying I made it in.” Mr.Yamada sighs deeply and gestures for me to sit down onto the couch. Cheeto follows suit as he finished his dinner. Sitting on the couch, Mr.Yamada kneels down and stares deep into my eyes

“Look Patterson...what your father has done is-it’s not acceptable, not for someone so young, or anyone in general,” he said sternly. Cheeto quietly meows and curls into a ball on my lap. I look down and gently pet his orange and white fur.

“I know it’s not right” I mumble “He’s been that way ever since the-the kidnapping,” I said the last phrase quietly looking away not wanting to look back towards the man. Mr. Yamada took in a shaky breath and I slowly look towards him.

“How-how long ago was that?” he slowly asked. I look back down with furrowed brows 

‘I supposed there were no records of it or something.’ I thought to myself ‘No heroes came to save me, they just threw me into an empty alleyway after they told me he had paid what he owed.’ “I was 7 when I was taken.” I simply state, my voice quiet almost a whisper

“I see...” The yellow haired man paused thinking to himself “I’ll go talk to Nezu about your...situation. Have a safe night.” He stood up from where he was kneeling and walked out the door closing it slowly.

I groan and roll onto the floor, looking up at Cheeto he jumped off the couch and nuzzled his head into my neck softly purring

“What are we going to do now Cheeto?”

“Meow”

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(Hizashi Yamada POV)

Knock*

Knock*

“Come in!” a voice says cheerfully. Hizashi opens the door and walks into the office of the rodent principal “Ah...Hizashi what brings you to my office this fine evening”

“It’s about Scarlett Patterson, Nezu”, I said, taking a seat onto one of the white couches in Nezu’s office

“Is there a problem?” the principal asked

“She lives alone. She said her father still lives in America.”

“What do you suppose we do?”

“Well for starters, he should be charged with child abandonment, but that would mean Scarlett would be put into foster care. Which I wouldn’t think she’ll like” I replied, looking out the large window behind Nezu’s desk

“Aren’t you and Shota looking to adopt?” Nezu counters with a small smile showing on his face

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Some information might not be fully correct with Cheeto, and some of the dates which are meantioned. I got confused just by looking up the time in Japan when school starts and ends, and I don’t have a cat to understand how to first greet one for the first time. (but I guess that doesn’t really matter)

Hope you enjoyed, I promise for more parts in the future! 😘

[randomfandomsbro]

Save You, Save Me (Doc/Rook)

INSPIRED BY THIS AMAZING ART BY @afrenchdisaster Art piece in question: https://afrenchdisaster.tumblr.com/post/178454880296/hostage-secured-hang-on-just-a-little-longer

This was an inspired piece and I was asked to write a Doc/Rook thing anyways

Contains all of the feels, but mostly hurt and comfort and sadness 

I actually cried once but it’s probably bc I was listening to really depressing music while I wrote it c’:

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Doc was methodical in his work, making sure the hostage and his teamates were alive and well. Rook was also methodical, his mind clear on the objective of protecting the hostage and his significant other. Rooks lips curled into a small smile as he set down the bag with armor plates in it, immediately locking eyes with Doc. Doc scowled slightly, but you could tell he wanted to smile. He always looked grumpy though, it kept everyone on their toes.

"Care for some plates?", Rook asked and looked up just as Doc stepped over.

"Ah, yes, I do think I will take a plate!", Doc returned the smile briefly as he bent down to grab a plate, securing it into his vest.

"Good, don't need you getting hurt now do we? We're useless without our medic!", the younger man faked a pout as Doc shook his head.

"I can take care of myself, just worry about yourself..", Doc pursed his lips and turned to place down a deployable shield to keep the hostage safe.

"Will do..I'll be back, though, so look forward to seeing me again!", he laughed out loud and stood, leaving to help reinforce the perimeter with his other teamates.

After a minute or two of reinforcing, the real fight began, wave upon wave of terrorists flocked to them. Rook and the others scrambled to defend while Doc did his best to help those who had been hurt, especially the hostage, who was in tears. The older male may be a medic, but he was also good as soothing a scary situation, he knew the hostage must have been scared beyond anything. Rook bit back a smile and they prepared for the final wave, it was always the hardest. Doc checked in with them one last time, seconds before they knew they would come, and as he passed by Rook he gave his hand a gentle brush.

"Stay on your toes, we have this..", Doc's voice grounded him, he hadn't even noticed he was feeling tense.

"You too...", was all Rook could say before they heard a breaching charge go off.

Shit, it was closer than he expected. Rook charged down the hall while Doc ran to the hostage, staying in a corner to watch the two doors that led to the room the hostage was held in. It was all a blur to Rook as he killed the men coming down the hall, the suicide bomber included. Though the bomber exploded which blew him back and onto the floor, he had effectively cleared his section. He was dizzy, but otherwise okay as the world around him slowed even more when he saw the terrorist charge into the room with Doc and the hostage. He heard shots and he heard Doc yell as well as the terrorsist, but what concerned him is what he couldn't see.

He shook off as much of the dizziness as he could manage and stood, leaning against the wall to move into the room. His heart stopped and the blood drained from his face when he saw Doc. He was just standing there, panting, staring at the dead terrorist before his eyes slowly moved up and met Rook's own. Rook could tell he knew, he had been hit at least twice, one to go through the plate and the second to go through him. Doc coughed and blood splattered onto the floor, down his lips and onto his already reddening uniform.

"Gustave..", Rook spoke his name so slow it felt like an eternity, he stared like a terrified child, quickly moving to him.

"J-Jul... Julien...", he coughed again, before trying to reach out to Rook. His eyes fell closed and he slumped backwards, but Rook caught him.

"Hostage secured! We need evac soon! please!", Rook yelled at anyone and everyone, using his hand to keep pressure on the wound that was slowly draining the life from the man he loved.

"Gus...Please hang on a little longer..Please! Evac is on the way!", Rook begged to deaf ears, Doc lay in his arms unconsious, his breathing slow and at least steady.

Rook was panicking, though he never took his hand and the pressure off the area, he checked and saw that the injury didn't have an exit point. Doc only got stiller and his breathing slightly shallower, at which point Rook was almost ready to cry. Just in time, the evac helicopter had thankfully arrived. They loaded Doc first on a stretcher, then allowed the others to file in, Rook never took his eyes off Doc for a second. The team flying was equipped to stabilize Doc with oxygen and a blood transfusion, but he would need more to be completely okay.

Hours ticked by, literal hours, as Rook sat outside of the med bay. He was exhausted, but he wouldn't budge for one second, he just stared at the heavy doors. Eventually a man stepped out with a weary smile, motioning that Rook could follow him. The distance was thankfully short to the room they kept Doc in, and Rook was surprised to see him sitting up, looking at him. Doc had a soft smile, one that made Rook's heart melt as he stumbled to get to his bedside.

"Y-You're okay..I'm so happy...You're okay..", he stuttered out as he wrapped his arms around the wounded man, only to feel him wince and gently return the embrace.

"I'm alright, Julien..But please be gentle, I am still hurting..", Doc's voice was soft and hoarse, his fingers ran gently through Rook's hair.

"I'm sorry.. I didn't protect you.. I couldn't protect you..", he broke down, beginning to cry as he couldn't find more ways to say he was sorry.

"Hush, hush.. You cannot always be there to protect me.. I am supposed to defend myself too.. I was just helping the hostage and looked up.. I thought it was you, but it wasn't.", he frowned slightly, shifting so that Rook could sit on the side of the bed.

Rook climbed onto the bed and laid down, pulling Doc to lay his head on his chest, holding him protectively. It was his time to be the comfort, he began to run his own finger's through Gustave's hair, careful not to make him uncomfortable. He listened quietly to the heart monitor that gave out a steady rhythm. He would never forgive himself for what had happened, he promised himself he would work twice as hard if it meant Gustave's safety.

"Julien..", Doc mumbled tiredly, lifting head to look up for just a second, but he was to tired to keep his head up.

"Yes, mon amour?", Rook looked down, pausing his movements.

"Thank you for keeping pressure on my wound.. I would have bled out if you didn't.. I wouldn't have gotten to see you smile again and that hurts me..", Doc choked out and shook his head, trying to hold back his own tears.

"Gustave.. Do not cry.. You are alive, you made it.. I'm here and you're here... We're both here... You'll get better and we'll be a team again.", Rook soothed him quietly and kept him close, not wanting to ever leave him again.

"Julien.. I don't care how grumpy or upset I seem... Please... Please always do that stupid smile.. Promise..", he looked up once again, his eyes peircing into Rook's, neither of them looking away.

"I promise, Gustave, you will always have my stupid smile, no matter what.", Rook nodded, putting on the very smile Doc adored, he watched as a small smile graced Doc's own lips.

"Good..", Doc yawned, it was late and the medications were taking over him. He was out within minutes, his face peaceful, a nice thing to see.

"Sleep well, mon amour, I will always be here..", Rook mumbled softly, shifting off the bed so that Doc was laying like he should.

He checked out of the med bay and walked back to his quarters, his steps heavy with exhaustion. He opened and closed the door as quietly as he could so as not to wake the other GIGN operators, then stripped off his uniform and climbed into bed. He gave a loud sigh before settling in, hugging a pillow when he wanted to be hugging Gustave. Tomorrow would be a better day, he promised himself. He settled down and closed his eyes, slowing his breathing until he fell into slumber.

Tomorrow would be a better day.

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Special thanks to afrenchdisaster for giving me permission to write a little drabble/story based of of it, but when I saw it I knew I wanted to write about it since I had a request for Doc/Rook anyways

[kidolate]

Perfect Perfidy Pt. 6

-umm quick warning bc there might be a slight triggering moment-

PART 1  PART 2  PART 3  PART4  PART 5

A few weeks had passed and in that time you had logged back into the messenger, Jumin had sent all of your belongings to your new address - which was Zen’s apartment and had decided to become a foley artist for Zens agency. Your career choice was random, however, it was fun and came with no regrets.

“Zennnn” you whined “stop stealing my hair ties! Get your own!”

Zen laughed as he took out his hair tie and walked behind you, his hands beginning to gather your hair into a ponytail. You watched in the mirror with your face graced with a small smile, Zen was always gentle with you, whether it be in bed, tying your hair, feeding you, walking with you, driving in the car with you and talking to you. His thoughtfulness never ceased to take you by surprise, he had memorised your usual restaurant order, your coffee preference and even your menstrual cycle - but that was a given since it was Zen after all, and his stamina was above average as well as something else...

Zen leant down and smelt your hair before slowly moving down to your neck, you moved to the side and closed your eyes in bliss. His soft lips lingering over your sensitive neck felt surreal and erupted tingles throughout your body.

“Zen, we can’t miss our dinner booking”

“I already cancelled”

Despite the vibrations of his voice and the heat of his breath on your neck, your eyes flew open and you turned around.

“But Zennyyy, what are we meant to do on date night?”

Your pout made him laugh, which then made you frown

“MC,  I hope we can reschedule for next week but I had wanted to spend the night with you is that ok?”

He walked forward and circled his arms around your waist with his head resting on your chin. The smell of Zens chest was what you associated with home now and you’d never been happier.

“I guess that's ok, what are we gonna do though? Did you have anything special in mind?”

Zens hand had slipped from your waist to your lower back while his other hand circled around your neck with his thumb pushing your chin upwards. As you met his eye his gaze was focused and hard on you, as if analysing every little thing on your face. His lips came crashing down on your own and he backed you against the sink, he had wasted no time in letting his tongue roam around in your mouth, clashing with your teeth and tongue. It was hard to keep up with his sharp movements but he didn't seem to notice your struggle and kept on going until he moved down to your neck.

“Z-Zen, no marks on the neck I-I have work”

Zen looked up at you and smirked.

“Should we take this to the bed then MC?”

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The next morning Zen had said something about needing to shoot a scene with the sunrise so he had already left with a kiss on your cheek and a squeeze to your hip. Your phone pinged and you flung your arm over to the bedside table and grabbed your phone.

Seven had sent you a link.

You opened the link and you froze, it was you against the sink with the most sinful expression as Zens face was nuzzled into your neck. You knew you shouldn’t have but you scrolled to the bottom of the article and read the comments, they weren't nice. There were comments from men who thought it would be okay to say how ‘good’ you looked and what they would do to you and some other girls had just downright insulted you, calling you a slut. WIth blurry eyes, you went back to the messenger and read the message from seven

‘MC, how are you doing? Please don’t feel bad for this, it wasn’t your fault’

‘Jumin said he would ask the publishers to take it down and ask the other big agencies to withdraw from spreading the gossip’

You sighed in relief and typed back.

‘Hey Seven, I’m fine although I am wondering how they managed to get to the bathroom window. Tell Jumin I said thank you and thank you for telling me about it’

Seven soon replied ‘It’s no worries MC, but you should probably call Jumin and thank him yourself, he’s losing his mind because he hasn’t seen or heard from you in nearly a month’

You frowned, he was the one who was never online. Your train of thought was interrupted when your phone vibrated in your hands and Zens face appeared on your screen, you answered the phone with a cautious ‘hello’.

“MC, MC, are you alright? Seven sent me an article, did he send it to you too??”

“Zen, I’m fine and yes he did, I'm a little shocked but otherwise I’m fine. Are you alright? It sounds quite noisy over there, and you’re panting”

“I'm just...hiding from paparazzi...is all...and trying to get home to you as quick as possible” he said in between large breaths.

“Zen, I’m fine please take your time, I don’t want you to get hurt or in any trouble while this is happening”

“Okay MC, stay put I’m coming soon” He hung up the phone after.

Not longer than 5 minutes and there was a knock on the door, Zen must’ve really been rushing you thought as you slipped on a silk pyjama dress and walked to the front door, however you weren’t expecting a stranger to pounce on you.

Almost immediately a blindfold was wrapped around your eyes while you were winded and disoriented after you fell hard onto the floor. The man’s body lay atop yours and you felt his hand fondling you through your dress.

“You must be such a good girl, look at what you’re wearing” his hand slipped up your dress “Not even any underwear, good God Zen is a lucky man”

You cursed in your mind for not taking any precautions, your blindfold had become wet with tears and you began to grow tired of trying to get him off of you. His cold fingers were nearing closer to your core and you would’ve screamed if it wasn’t for his hand on your mouth, you would’ve scratched his eyeballs out if it weren’t for his knees painfully resting on your wrists. You were helpless.

You cringed and clenched your teeth hard when his finger entered you dry, this couldn’t be happening, there was always meant to be a hero to come at the right moment, this could not be happening to you. Where was Zen? Were you still even in the house? You weren’t sure anymore. He painfully added another finger and you began to squirm again before you felt him being ripped off of you. You quickly got up and ripped your blindfold off and backed away into the corner of the living room, slow sobs making its way through your throat.

There was Jumin beating the other guy to a pulp, you realised you had to stop him otherwise there would be a high chance he might actually die.

“Jumin! Jumin stop! That's enough he might die!” you yanked his body back and held him there as he took his time to calm down. Once he was calm he turned around and looked over your body, checking to see if you were hurt.

“MC are you alright? I’m so sorry this happened to you”

Your heart beat slowed and your knees felt weak, everything had taken a turn for the worst and Zen wasn’t here. You didn’t trust yourself to be with Jumin, you knew Zen wouldn’t like this. Sob after sob and tear after tear soon came and left without hesitance, you couldn’t stop it. Jumin had embraced you while you cried but did nothing more other than saying “I'll always have a shoulder for you MC”.

A while after your crying had reduced to hiccups and you sat at the kitchen table silently with Jumin observing Zen had burst through the door, almost hitting the unconscious man who still lay on the floor.

Zen, completely ignoring Jumin, ran to you in an instant.

“MC, I’m so sorry, I promised to be here but the crowd got so bad I had to take refuge”

“You’re lucky I was here, some random man was here and decided he could have his way with her” Jumin said from afar.

What looked like Zen finally taking notice of Jumin on the couch and the man on the floor, he flew into panic mode.

“Oh, fuck MC are you ok? What am I saying, of course you’re not! Wait, he violated you?! What the fuck, I’m going to kill him”

“Zen stop, no, it's over, there's nothing you can do now”

Zen visibly calmed down and looked at you before asking

“How far did he go?”

You looked down at your hands in your lap, tearing up again

“J-just his fingers, his f-fingers”

Zen ran a hand through his hair, turned around and left the house, the loss of contact causing you to close into yourself, you felt dirty, you were exactly what the accusations said, a slut.

“You’re not a slut MC”

Your head snapped up to look at Jumin, he was still able to read you like a picture book.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“I know what you’re thinking, you really think after all those years together I would forget who you are and how you act?”

You said nothing so he continued.

“I did what you told me, I went and saw a therapist. I still thought of you every single day and I still do, your face is what I see when I close my eyes at night”

“Jumin I - you -”

He cut you off and continued as he walked forward.

“I don’t like seeing Zen touching what used to be mine, I still consider you to be mine but I know I’m not yours anymore. Each time I come home, I imagine your laughs, your light footsteps” he neared your seat and leaned towards your ear “I still remember you moaning my name, screaming for me”

You leant back in shock

“Jumin you still cheated, you still hit me, you even tried to physically keep me with you. I’m glad you’re seeing a therapist but you need to move on, stop tormenting me like this. Is this what you plan to do every time you see me? Just stop!”

You got up from the bar stool and walked off until he grabbed your wrist, preventing you from walking away.

“I’m sorry, I do still love you dearly. Elizabeth the 3rd misses you, I miss you”

You were about to yank your hand away until he started speaking again

“I’ve come to terms with our relationship and I just wanted to tell you that I respect you, if being friends is what makes you happy then I’ll gladly do so, if me disappearing off the face of the earth will make you happy then i’ll gladly do so, but if you choose to be friends then please come visit, I really do believe Elizabeth misses you”

You smiled and he let go of your hand.

“I’m fine with being friends Jumin and I really think you should go home now”

He had nodded and left the house with a small smile on his face and a man over his shoulder, deciding what to do with him when he wakes up. You, on the other hand, walked into the bedroom and cried. Zen had most likely left you because you were tainted, there was nothing you could do about, there was nothing he could do about it so he probably decided to just leave. You had fallen asleep after an extremely hot shower with an extreme amount of soap and harsh scrubbing with your mind plagued with similar dreams and thoughts.

A light shake on your shoulder roused you from your sleep and you looked up to see Zen hovering over you. You instantly got up and threw your arms around his neck.

“I thought you had left me Zen, don't ever do that again” you managed to say through muffled cries.

“I’m sorry MC, I most definitely wasn’t angry at you. I was angry at myself for not being there in time to save you, I’m so sorry for putting you through a situation like that” Zen was crying with you now too “I’ll never ever leave MC, no matter what happens. I love you”

“I love you too Zen, I’m sorry for letting someone else touch me like that. I love only you please remember that”

“MC you shouldn’t be saying sorry, it wasn’t your fault. It was mine”

You pulled away and looked into his tear filled eyes

“Zen. Listen to me. It was not your fault. I love you. Don’t blame yourself”

He nodded and the two of you embraced each other again, leaning against each other. You had never felt more happy, more content and more purposeful. The two of you were going to work through this situation together after the sweet moment had passed, your relationship with Jumin was going to be stable now that it was labelled as a friendship. It felt perfect as the two of you lay in each other's arms. It felt as if nothing bad ever happened. It felt as if you’ve known him your whole life. It felt perfectly normal to be in his arms after everything that’s happened.

It was the perfect perfidy that got you here after all.

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Okay but I literally have an exam tomorrow and I haven’t found the time to write for this but hey I couldnt focus on studying so I just gave up and decided to write. on a side note ya gurl hit 100 followers and I have also finished my very first fan fiction....yay :D...time to actually go study now hahahah *silently cries*