#chini always coming in with the requests

[noctuascion]

cryptage can have a little angst "i need to cry but i don't think i can." AND a little fluff "you didn't have to do that for me." as a treat :D

They can have a little angst. As a treat. Also I'm sorry if I mess up somewhere I'm awful with keeping to the prompts fnsns

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The sickening crunch of bones being crushed between mechanical fingers seemed to echo for miles around. Everything had gone mute, like sound was sapped from the land around him. There was no gunfire, no battle cries or orders shouted; there was deafening silence that haunted the Legend, paralyzed with a familiar sensation of fear.

A yellow clad corpse was tossed effortlessly aside, like he weighed nothing, like he was nothing. Wide hazel optics followed every movement the body made, falling bonelessly to the ground. The man's body eventually faded to be replaced by a death box, like this was just a game—and it was a game, just a bloodsport; no one died and no one got hurt.

But the information couldn't reach the shaken hacker's mind, frozen body refusing to move even as the simulacrum slowly approached, glowing amber optics focusing on his prey.

"Skinsuits are fragile little things, aren't they?" Revenant said, raising his gun toward Park's prone form, aimed for his head. "Don't worry. It'll only hurt a little."

The hacker hadn't even had the chance to properly process everything before a Peacekeeper shot was heart. However, Revenant had been holding a Flatline, not any shotgun, and the simulacrum was actually now dead on the ground. Reality came crashing back in the form of Makoa Gibraltar, their other teammate. The normally smiling visage was replaced with a look of worry, knelt down beside Park and the hand not wielding the Peacekeeper placed upon his back.

"'Ey, ya okay there? Not like ya ta sit there like a chihuahua," the shielded fortress spoke, and it had just barely reached Park's auditory processors.

Park didn't fear death, and he certainly didn't fear the bucket of bolts now laying dead on the ground, just a death box. He just didn't think he would have to watch Elliott, of all people, he finished off by this creep, didn't have to see his neck get snapped so easily, covered in scarlet and bullet wounds and choking on his own blood.

He's watched Elliott die plenty of times. It was a plethora of ways, of continuous deaths that were always met with very little malice (aside from Alexander and Revenant, of course), but there was something different this time. There was something terrifying about the aspect of Elliott dying in front of him, an assassin completely capable of killing him whenever he wanted being the one to end it, no qualms against it whatsoever.

He shuddered at the thought.

"Hey," Makoa fried again, this time his voice softer. Park's head turned to meet gazes with him. "Ya got this, brudda'. Gotta be brave and get goin'. Revenant's squad is all gone, and he ain't comin' back anytime soon." He delivered a pat to the hacker's back. "I'm gonna grab Mirage's banner. You take a sec to breathe, okay? You're safe and he's safe. Ya got that?"

Park's head nodded, which was enough for Makoa.

"Good! Up 'n at 'em!"

Suddenly, the surveillance expert was being lifted into the air, shocking but not too unexpected, and placed back on the ground gently, like he was some distressed kitten. Makoa flashed him another smile before hurrying over to Elliott's box and fetching his banner. Park, meanwhile, did as Makoa suggested.

He breathed.

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The match afterwards had gone fairly well. Park was still a bit shaken up, but, after seeing Elliott's smiling visage, blood absent from his apparel and body, he calmed down rather quickly and was able to participate in the match with his usual competence. They didn't win, but it was still a good match overall.

Elliott just wasn't fond of the earlier part of the match, having his throat crushed by Revenant. There was a phantom pain where those deadly fingers wrapped around his throat, but, frankly, he, much like everyone else, was far too accustomed to Revenant's and Alexander's methods of killing to be too bothered anymore (Park especially; the killing machine seemed to have some strange fondness for killing him).

After the match, the trickster headed over to his boyfriend's room, the man in question having immediately made a beeline for his quarters and having not been seen since. He missed lunch, and he missed hanging with Ajay and him, so there was likely something wrong. Makoa had mentioned he was shaken up after Revenant had taken him out, and he's worried that Park's beating himself up over it—or worse.

He raised a hand to knock, waiting for the inevitable bout of silence, before, shockingly, he heard a quiet, nearly inaudible, "come in."

Pushing the door open, Elliott was met by darkness. That didn't come as a surprise; Park's room was only illuminated by computer monitors most of the time, and they were currently off (which was an immediate means for concern). The light emitting from the open door allowed Elliott to spot Park's location: curled up on his bed, back against the wall, and eyes focused solemnly on the trickster that had entered his room.

He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, and once again enveloping the room in darkness. Carefully, he maneuvered his way through Park's room, careful not to trip on any wires, and found his bed. He moved to sit on it, reached over to his nightstand, and flicked the small lamp on. It was still relatively dark, but it was enough to Illuminate the hacker's dour visage.

"Let there be light," Elliott said, hoping to lighten the mood; alas, Park's gloomy demeanor remained. "Okay. What's up, sweetheart? You're depressed, but not usually this bad. You skipped lunch!"

A shrug was his response, a delicate raise of shoulders that could've easily been missed.

"I can't help you if you don't talk to me, baby."

Further silence from the smaller promoted a sigh from the trickster. He moved to sit beside Park instead, his own back pressed against the wall. The hacker remained still, quiet, and, for a moment, so, too, did Elliott. He wasn't one for quiet, however, and began speaking again within moments.

"is it about what happened with Revenant?" he asked, his normally bright and chipper tone replaced with something quiet, almost forlorn. "You don't have to beat yourself up over that, honey bear. You didn't have a weapon, and he's kinda just—a literal weapon."

"… I watched you die…" spoke the other after an elongated silence, Elliott's head snapping to look at the other. He looked ready to start sobbing. "I sat there, frozen in fear, as he broke your neck…"

"Hyeon—"

"He killed you, and it could happen at any moment again…!" the other cried, knees curled tight against his chest, head held within his hands, fingers gripping tightly at raven locks. "And I want to cry. I can feel my eyes stinging because of it, but I just… I just can't…" A deep, shuddering breath was taken, his grip tightening on his hair.

For a moment, silence was once again stifling the air, the only sound being Park's labored breathing. For a moment, Elliott was merely staring, merely watching as his lover came undone before his very eyes. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how to comfort someone who had just watched him die.

"… When I was a kid," Elliott began, Park's head moving to look up at him, curious, "my brothers and I… We were all pretty stupid."

He… never talks about his brothers… Park thought, frowning. Why…?

"One time, we got lost in a crowd. My mom kept shouting for us, kept calling out our names. I couldn't find her or my brothers, and I ended up crying. A lady found me and tried helping me find them. We did find each other, but we all got scolded… a-and that day kinda just sucked in general. I scraped my knee, I didn't get the toy I wanted, I lost my favorite pencil—it just sucked.

"But I remember everyone smiling a lot during that day. I remember the relieved smiles, the laughter, and the warmth. I remember thinking that I could've lost them, so I needed to—to treasure them more, live life knowing I made good memories with my family." A bitter chuckle left him, head moving to lean back against the wall and eyes focusing on the ceiling. "I'm glad I did."

Immediately, Elliott felt arms wrap around his neck, yank him down, and felt his nose press against the other's bony shoulder. Park was shaking, and Elliott couldn't tell if he was crying or not, but he sure as hell was. He could feel the warm liquid trail down his cheek, soak into the hoodie the other was donning. His own arms wrapped around his lover's midsection, pulled him as close as physically possible, and then there was nothing. There were no words uttered, no hysterical sobs nor cries of agony. There was just silence, only healing.

Eventually, Park pulled away enough to look into Elliott's eyes, a half-synthetic hand reaching up to gently brush away a tear. His own eyes were red and puffy, only confirming Elliott suspicions.

"No one's ever taking me away from you," he said, confidence in the statement. "I don't care who they are. I'm not leaving you 'till you physically pry me off yourself." A hand left Park's waist, placing itself upon his cheek, and gently pressing their foreheads together. "I dunno if I'll ever lose you, but everyday's gonna be the day I treasure every moment we're together, every conversation we have. Gonna make you feel like I'll never forget you if you're gone. Gonna make you feel loved and make it known I'll be a fucking wreck if I lose you. I'll kick my own ass for letting someone like you slip away."

Park could feel himself choking on his own words, reduced to nothing but tears by the confession, pouring from his eyes without any sign of stopping. All he could do was press his lips against Elliott's, convey through contact his desperation and adoration, the love he feels and the connection that he refuses to ever let be severed. There was so much pouring out of his heart that, by the end of the kiss, when they broke apart to breathe, he felt like he left a piece of his heart to the other.

It was where it belonged anyway.

"Thank you," the hacker whispered, trying to calm his hiccups, calm the shaking. "You… You didn't need to…"

"I know." Elliott smiled with sadness in his eyes. "But… you're a part of me. Telling you that story… s'just like I'm telling it to myself. I'm visiting memories with the only person I'd ever let see them." Another kiss was pressed to Park's nose this time, a simple way of showing his affection. "I love you so much, darling. Never leaving you alone. I'm here to give you that happily ever after you seem so convinced you're never getting."

Park allowed a smile to replace the look of sadness constantly worn by the man. There was joy in his eyes, endearment swirling with the hazel optics. It was like watching a fire: so enrapturing, so warm and beautiful, dangerous but healing. He was falling in love all over again.

"I love you as well, Elliott."

[btsreactionsandtexts]

GOT7 REACTS TO: Honeymooning at their s/o hometown in Jamaica

Anon Asked:  Hi Pls can you do a Bts and got7 reaction to honeymooning in Jamaica where their s/o grew up

There’s a shit ton of Jamaica-based requests and i got a rising suspicion its from the same person lmao - Admin Dayna

Mark

It was a cute idea to spend time at your grandmother’s house for your honeymoon seeing you’ve been away for so long. Mark initially thought it was a considerate. He had taken up on how homesick you’ve been as of late. He thought it was the perfect gift to start off as newlyweds.

However, pulling up to the gates of your grandmother’s house only to see family members awaiting your arrival made him nervous – it was like meeting your parents all over again. Mark’s need to appear somewhat impressive – or at least a little interesting gave him a lot of anxiety… you know… up until your aunts started yelling across the household and cackling over how good looking he was.

“Raaayyyy! [y/n] catch ‘ar a goodieeee!”

“’im Pretty, pretty ee? Mi shoulda catch man outta farin!”

And Mark is sitting there all flustered and giggly and awkward

Jaebum

Immediately after landing and getting out of the airport, your first stop with Jaebum was to Tastee Patties. It’s been forever since you’ve had a Jerk Patty that taste like real jerk. Jae made the incredible mistake of getting the spicy beef patty instead of mild… suffered the entire process eating it, but stuffed his face nonetheless, raving about how good it was through tears.

Since then the entire honeymoon consisted of cooking and treating Jaebum to Jamaican dishes and lovingly watch him inhale it and praise it within the same breath.

Jackson

Jackson gave you his undivided attention the entire vacation.

Up until the welcome back party your aunt threw for you at her house. 

You left him alone for a minute or so to catch up with cousins and friends, only to come back and find the kid cussing and slamming dominoes on the table with your loud ass uncles and dad with a glass bottle of half empty Red Label at arms reaching.

“How you fi mek di likkle picknie ya fuck up di bard suh!”

“Yuh know seh di chinie people dem like fi come inna yawd n teef yuh tings dem di bloodclaat retch - gimme back mi rum, yah!”

“You’re blaming me but your eyes trash, Uncle?!”

“[y/n] get yuh rassclaAT BWOI SEE IF MI NUH SLAP OUT ‘IM TRIPE!”

Jinyoung

A lot of the local grandmothers in the area loved to point you two out when walking together. They always brought up how handsome he was and how damn cute the “likkle chinie baby dem” would look. Jinyoung would get all flustered and worked up whenever they said it which made you let out the ugliest cackles sometimes.

You tried to convince Jinyoung to go out with you to a dancehall club somewhere deep in concrete jungle but the kid always pussied out and tried to act like he was too tired to go out.

Youngjae

He plays well with the kids, you noticed.

You had invited your cousin and her kids to the hotel the two of you were staying at for your honeymoon. Youngjae got along with the kids right away, playing with them in the pool and hotel arcade. They took an instant liking to him, hogging his attention for most of the day. Your cousin’s daughter even threatened to steal him and marry him herself.

Youngjae was too busy trying to learn how to play “Teffin’ Castle” to catch on to the little girl’s advances.

BamBam

Beach Bum BamBam™.

Knowing the two of you would be flying to Ocho Rios for the honeymoon meant bags full of swimming trunks and assorted sunglasses. God fucking knows why he was so persistent in maintaining whatever high fashion reputation he thought he had out here in these streets – but it’s the wrong streets Bam.

Coconuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

It took a while to teach him that there’s more to Jamaica than just coconuts.

We also have bomb ass mangoes.

Yugyeom

He insisted on going out to the beach every waking day on the trip there. You were hoping to see a couple family members while you were there, but instead you were watching Yugyeom deep dive and scream whenever he saw a lion fish get too close for his comfort.

You lost your shit that one night you took him to eat at a beach shack and he found out the fish in the fish and chips plate was actually lionfish.

On the bright side, you could stock up on rum cream and grapefruit.