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doyawalker · 10 months

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Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind #7

chapter 6.

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C’est La Vie, I Guess

You simply stared at him, the world around you slowing down as it was only his eyes you could focus on. And suddenly you were taken back to that one night in the mid of June, the last time you had seen him and the feelings exploded in your stomach. The pain of never feeling good enough, the desire for his attention, the self-doubt that had slowly but surely made its way into every little corner of your consciousness. Everything was crashing back down onto you as his eyes continued to stare into your soul and it was too much.

Your eyelashes fluttered as you finally forced yourself to look away, your cheeks burning up because you felt so vulnerable like a prey bowing down before its predator.

The wound that had been slowly ripped open before was now bleeding again, as you were confronted with your past and the feelings you had obviously only stored away somewhere deep in your heart instead of actually getting over them.

Your stomach was turning in a funny way, confirming the rollercoaster of emotions you were going through and it was only until you heard his voice again that you finally snapped out of it.

“So, do you mind telling me about what’s going on with you and Tae?”

His voice was low, sounding huskier than usual, and as the words slowly seeped into your mind, the world picked up its normal pace again.

“Why do you care?”, you ask, looking back up at him. He was still way too close, his body almost hovering over you, and upon hearing your words he propped up one hand beside you against the wall, inching even closer.

“Because Tae is one of my friends.”

“Then why don’t you go and ask him?” He furrowed his brows together, the tip of his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek. Normally he seemed amused by your answers but now he wasn’t showing any sign of humor. There was just this dark shadow cast over his eyes.

“I want to hear it from you.”, he said, his voice dropping another octave lower.

Your heart picked up a new speed, your hands were starting to feel clammy.

“Why?”, you croaked, unconsciously holding your breath, the air around you so thick from the tension that it was almost unbearable.

A moment passed.

He took a deep breath in.

“Because maybe I made a mistake back then.”

It took you two, maybe three seconds until your mind finally picked up the meanings of his words.

And when it finally did, the peng you felt in your chest would have made you stumbled back if it wasn’t for the wall behind you supporting you.

Him making a mistake? Him…regretting? It sounded too good to be true. It couldn’t be true. He was lying. He was lying to you again.

And as he kept looking at you, awaiting your reaction, a new emotion flared up inside of you. Anger.

Anger at his audacity, anger for coming back into your life, anger at how he left you two years ago, anger at yourself because you couldn’t understand why you still felt so drawn to him.

Pulling your brows together, new-found confidence washed over you as you straightened your spine, your gaze now challenging his.

“Isn’t it a bit too late to realize that? You really think I’m gonna believe you?”

You got him. You saw it in the way his eyes widened for a split second with surprise before he composed himself again. He had expected a different answer, it seemed.

“Why would I lie to you?”

You scoffed, his remark bringing your anger to a new level.

“So you still don’t remember what you did back then, do you?”, you said, your voice getting louder, as you pushed your index finger against his chest, underlining your words. “What kind of sick game are you playing here? Do you really think I’m gonna be that stupid to let you play with me, just because I met you again literally three days ago?”

His expression started to change, as a similar emotion to yours flared up in his eyes.

“I’m not playing games, I mean it.”, he said, but his argument was weak.

“Do you really think you can just sit there, act like nothing ever happened, like we’re the best of friends and expect me to fucking play along with that, what the fuck?”

Your voice had turned into yelling, as you couldn’t stop your feelings from gushing out of you, the alcohol probably not helping.

And you hated it, but as you ranted on you couldn’t stop your eyes from becoming blurry, the sight of him in front of you slowly turning hazy.

“You can’t even remember what you did to me, for fucks sake!”

It was the last straw, the last realization that tipped you over the edge, as you stood in front of him, glaring at him like you wanted to murder him.

A few people were walking past you, whispering something you couldn’t hear, but you didn’t care anyway. If he didn’t want a scene, then he shouldn’t have created one.

But suddenly his demeanor changed.

He took a step back, creating much-needed distance between you two, the expression on his face relaxed, as he tilted his head to the side.

A thousand insults clouded your mind, but as he looked at you so calmly, obviously not impressed by your emotional outburst, they slowly lost their power.

He simply looked at you, his dark shadow from before now gone and replaced with something you had never seen on his face before.

Sympathy.

“Why don’t you tell me what I did wrong?”, he asked, his voice softer.

And your anger fizzled out as fast as it had taken over you, leaving you once again only with the pain and embarrassment of laying your emotions out so easily in front of him, as if you couldn’t control yourself.

What was he doing to you? Why was it so hard for you to compose yourself in front of him?

You wanted to go.

His presence was too much, too confusing, too painful.

You shook your head in disbelief, your gaze focused on a spot somewhere behind him.

“What does it change if I tell you? If you can’t even remember it.”, you said, your voice sounding weak and you knew you had to get away.

So you left.

Pushing past him, you fled towards the stairs, your mind racing with thoughts about what just happened. You had to find Tae or Sori, you shouldn’t have left without them.

Maybe this wouldn’t have happened then.

As you reached the stairs, you heard him calling out your name from behind you, but you didn’t look back.

You couldn’t.

He was in your past, after all.

In the beginning, you had always wanted to talk with him about your feelings. As soon as the power dynamic between the two of you had changed and you started to develop feelings for him, you noticed whenever he was being distanced or cold. You noticed the way he ignored your texts, how he declined your calls, telling you he was busy, only to call you up at night to meet at your usual spot. And at first, you had confronted him. Had told him how it hurt you when he was treating you this way and he kept going on and on about how he didn’t mean to hurt you, how you two were going to figure it out, how much he liked you. But as time went on and he became even colder and your complaints even louder, he started to blame it on you, calling you too emotional, saying that you couldn’t control yourself and that you were the reason the two of you had so much trouble.

Whenever you called him and asked if you could meet up and talk, he always sighed, thinking of some excuse to get out of it. And so you stopped talking. You accepted his calls, agreed to everything he said, did as he wanted you to, just so you could enjoy the few moments of attention he would gift you with.

Maybe that was the reason why the encounter with him at the party upset you so much. You had shown him your feelings again, openly and honestly. And he didn’t deserve that.

You had escaped the party immediately after almost sprinting down the stairs back into the living room. You had pushed yourself through the crowd back out front through the entrance, your feet carrying you back to Taehyung’s car on their own. And when you finally arrived there, you called Sori.

When they came running to you, you were already crouching down beside Tae’s car, tears silently falling out the corners of your eyes and when Sori pulled you into her chest to hug you, the two of you sat there and you cried for minutes.

You had told them what happened, as Tae maneuvered the car out of the parking space, bringing you back home safely.

That was Saturday.

Now it was Tuesday.

You had skipped the gym on Sunday and on Monday you had gone later on in the day in order to avoid him.

But you knew you couldn’t run away from him forever.

And as you walked down the street that led to your university’s campus, anxiety started to creep up in your stomach. Because your next course in migration policies was a course you shared with him. He had told you his schedule - unasked - at the gym on Thursday and now you knew that you would see him every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. How delightful.

Dragging your feet across the floor of your major’s building, the anxiety turned into an unbearable feeling of doom the closer you got to your classroom. Maybe he wouldn’t show up? Maybe he wouldn’t talk to you? Maybe he did finally get the message? Or maybe you had just seemed straight-up crazy to him when you had yelled at him and he would forever avoid you? A dream come true.

As you entered the room, a bit of the weight resting on your shoulders got lifted, because he wasn’t there yet. Searching for the perfect spot to sit in the back of the class, you threw your bag onto the desk, your eyes wandering over the few other attendees that had already gathered. You didn’t recognize any of them, but you did notice how small the room was. This course wasn’t a lecture, it was a seminar, with group work and presentations and everything annoying that you dreaded most of the time. Especially when you knew that Jungkook would be in your class.

Slowly unpacking your things, you sat down in your chair, making sure that your bag was covering some of your body and face, as you opened your laptop in front of you.

Only two more minutes until class started.

You took a deep breath in, rolling your shoulders backward, trying to relax your mind, as you pushed any thought of him or the weekend to the side. It wasn’t worth it.

But of course, as if the universe was trying to change your mind, he walked into the room the next moment.

His curly hair was loosely tamed under a baseball cap, his muscles for once not covered in a tight shirt but with an oversized pullover, grey sweatpants making it seem as if he had just gotten out of bed. And maybe he has because there were some darker circles under his eyes that usually weren’t there.

Grabbing the strap of his backpack, he stopped at the entrance of the room, his gaze wandering through the class.

God, please no. Please don’t.

Sinking deeper into your seat, you tried to hide your face even further behind your laptop screen. It didn’t seem to work.

Because as you silently begged for him to sit anywhere else, his feet moved toward you, his broad figure letting itself fall into the empty chair next to you, his now-familiar scent filling your nostrils immediately.

Cursing at him silently, you chose to ignore him, the empty Google doc in front of you being so interesting that you didn’t even throw a glance in his direction.

A few seconds passed by, as he laid down his laptop in front of him on the table, his giant water bottle standing next to it.

And then he broke the silence hanging between you.

“Hi.”

His voice was only a whisper, as the professor had already entered the class, starting to talk about the course’s syllabus.

You didn’t answer.

“Can we talk?”

Pressing your lips together, you focused on a spot somewhere on the blackboard.

He leaned closer to you.

“Y/N, please. I want to apologize.” “Don’t.”

Your voice sounded harsher than intended, your eyes still not looking over at him.

You had heard him talk about apologies often enough by now. You honestly didn’t need one. All you needed was for him to leave you alone so that your life could finally go back to normal.

But he was persistent.

“I don’t need your permission to apologize, you do know that?”

The audacity.

Your eyes finally snapped to his face.

“You sure talk about apologizing a lot for someone who still hasn’t said a single ‘I’m sorry’, you know that?”

He eyed you carefully and something was different about him. It was still him, but he was missing a part. His confidence. The cockiness in his eyes and voice, the challenge. He almost looked pitiful.

You averted your eyes, trying not to let yourself be deceived. He could be acting after all. He sure was good at that.

“So, let’s form the groups for this semester’s presentation work.”

The professor’s voice cut through your consciousness, making you sit up straight in your chair, as you eyed your classmates one more time.

You had to be quick in finding a partner, otherwise-

“Yes?”

The professor’s voice rang out again, as she pointed toward you.

No, not you. Next to you.

Turning in horror, you looked at Jungkook’s raised hand, his body casually leaning back in his chair, as he spoke absolutely nonchalantly.

“I want to work with Y/N.”

Pointing at you, he didn’t even acknowledge the way your mouth fell open in shock, your heart somersaulting in your chest amidst his words.

What the actual fuck?

“What is wrong with you?”, you hissed under your breath, your feet hitting him against his shin.

His face distorting in pain, he finally looked at you, his brows furrowing together.

“I want to talk to you. And since you are ignoring me, I have to find a different way, right?”

“You’re such an asshole.”

He scoffed in amusement and there was his cocky side again. He didn’t hide that very well after all. You knew it.

“Besides, there’s no one else in this class that I want to work with.”

“That’s not my problem.”

“Nope. But I just made it yours.” You glared at him, pointing your index finger at him.

“I promise you, we will talk about this group project and this group project only for the whole semester, and…”, you leaned closer to him, your eyes burning themselves into his. “I swear to god, if I get a bad grade because of you, I will hunt you down.” “Sounds promising.”, he answered, a wide grin spreading over his tired-looking face.

Shaking your head in disbelief, you let yourself fall back against your chair, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“God, help me.”

Class flew by, mostly because you took so long to accept the fact that you were stuck in this group work with Jungkook, and when the professor finally let you go, you packed your stuff up hectically, not even wanting to give him the chance to talk to you more than necessary.

“So, when are we meeting for the first time, groupmate?”, he asked, throwing his backpack over his shoulder, watching you struggle with the zipper of your bag intently.

“Shut it.”, you mumbled, cursing under your breath, almost ripping your bag apart as you tried to close it forcefully.

“Let me.” He stepped closer to you, his hands pushing yours aside gently as he grabbed the bag with one hand and the zipper with the other. Pushing the metal back a few millimeters, he then pulled it back forward with ease, closing the bag in a second.

Sighing, you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, as he let go of your bag.

He really looked exhausted and for a second you wondered why. The bags under his eyes acted as evidence for sleepless nights, undoubtedly. Maybe he had company over. The blonde girl from the party perhaps?

“Thanks.”, you murmured, your lips pressed together to a thin line, as your thoughts wandered to a picture you’d rather not think about, making you turn around on your heels, ready to walk off.

But he didn’t mean to let you go so easily.

You shouldered your bag, back already facing away from him, when you felt his touch on your arm, his hand gripping around it and gently but surely making sure that you stayed in place.

Glancing over your shoulder, you were ready to throw an insult at his head, but he was faster.

“You’re right. About me not apologizing. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to do that.”, he began another unreadable expression painting his face.

“But I’m sorry. For what happened on Saturday. I shouldn’t have pushed you so far, it was a shitty move.” He seemed genuine. Maybe he was. And maybe you did actually need that apology at least. Because as he finally said those words to you, for the first time in forever, your body relaxed a bit, no longer trying to wriggle out of his grip.

You stood there for a second, unsure what to do, waiting for him to dissolve the situation, but he simply stared at you, his words still lingering in the air between you.

Looking away, you slowly removed your arm from his hand, your skin feeling hot where he had touched you.

You felt like you couldn’t get any words out, didn’t know what to say to that either way, because he was right, it had been a shitty move, so you just nodded at him in acknowledgment.

“Give me your phone number.”, you said, getting your phone out of the pocket of your jeans. “For the group project.”

This was your peace offering to him. No more fighting as long you purely concentrated on your work.

A grin flashed across his face, as he pulled his phone out. “When do you have time to meet?”, he asked, as you typed his number into your contacts. It was a new number. You still had his old one. Not saved but it was still there with his chat. Why? You didn’t know either.

“I’ll text you.”, you said, looking back up at him. He was still smiling.

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thelivingautomaton · 7 months

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hello time of wheelies, i am still livetweeting the books but i am now done with book 2 and figured you all might want an update, the most important being: y'all were right about the religious freaks with coffee, good god

yeah so let's start there with the seanchan because hooooooooly fuck

literally every time any of the seanchan are on the page i just sat there open-mouthed going "oh my god these guys are such FREAKS". but it's also so galaxy brained of robert jordan to introduce another antagonistic faction but have them be completely unconnected to the ongoing battle of dark vs light + unrelated to all the other factions in the setting?

and all the insane details about their culture. the nails! the blood! the insect-like armor! THE GROLM? (they're dimension-hopping colonizers????) also i only picked up on it b/c i was on the lookout but when lord turak is talking about "caf" and saying that the aroma is almost better than the taste, i literally sat up and yelled THOSE FUCKS HAVE COFFEE

for real though it is so unbelievably funny/based for rj to be like, okay, the prophesied last battle between the forces of good and evil is about to take place, world-shattering apocalypse, make or break. meanwhile, some guys from across the ocean are gonna invade and Do A Colonialism.

also, the damane? UNBELIEVABLY fucked on every conceptual level. special shoutout to renna's cloyingly patronizing treatment of egwene though, that shit actually made my stomach churn. (also also, shoutout to nynaeve for immediately seeing the damane/sul'dam/a'dam for what they are and reacting with the extremest revulsion when she has to put the bracelet on, love u bb girl <3)

kinda wanted at least one comedic interaction in the battle of falme where a bunch of seanchan soldiers run into The Actual Ghost Of Artur Hawkwing and lose their shit though. actually i thought it was soooooo funny as a narrative choice to have the horn blown but you barely see what happens in the big clash on the ground cos you're in rand's pov and he's too busy fighting ba'alzamon in a giant laser light show in the sky

(i still. don't really understand how that worked exactly but WHATEVER, it's fine. sad about the heron blade though ;-; but at least rand got to "prove" he has/had the right to it beforehand when he defeated turak. without channeling, even! which makes it 5x more badass)

also i thought it was interesting that by around the midway point of the book you have the pov characters dealing with three different factions whose way of doing things seems strange and alien: the seanchan, the aiel, and the cairhien nobles with the great game. just thought it was an interesting parallel

also, rand trying his best to Not Participate in the great game and just getting pulled in deeper was never not funny, sorry not sorry. rand and co infiltrating barthanes's mansion to try and grab the horn and the dagger was Peak D&D Heist energy and i loved it

the other big thing that had me losing my shit was surprise! parallel dimensions

LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK. the moment that the realization hit that the washed-out otherworld that rand/hurin/loial found themselves in was an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE where artur hawkwing didn't defeat the trollocs, i fucking went crazy. and then loial talking about the excerpt from "mirrors of the wheel" and going on about worlds that are shadows of the real world! i was hooting and hollering and going "this is just like chronicles of amber" (which i highly recommend for y'all, VERY different vibe compared to wheel of time but they're super fun and you'll love them if you like the whack-ass stealthy sci-fi/genre blends in WOT)

and then the escalation to rand actively trying to use the stone and flickering through countless permutations of his own life? utterly fucking bananas. also: unbearably tragic! literally what if you lived out hundreds of versions of your life but despite the seemingly-infinite choices open to you, they all really boil down to one choice: play the role that's meant for you and be doomed by the narrative, or don't play and be doomed anyways. like. FUCK

robert jordan i am begging you to give me more insane alternate realities for your made up fantasy universe, i am begging you for more insane creepy shit like the otherworld being devoid of people and all the color washed out since it's a "weak reflection", it is SO GOOD

this is tangentially related but: i knew who """selene""" really was going in, but i did NOT know her introduction in the books was this fucking batshit, and also that she comes across as literally the shadiest motherfucker alive. "oooh, here i am in my pretty white dress being attacked by a beast, come save me! no i don't know how i got here, i was just riding! don't mind how i know a surprisingly specific amount about the portal stones! you're my hero! you can blow the horn and be a great man!" unironically i love her so much for this scheme, and how it plays off so well vs rand's insistence that he's just a shepherd + his starting to settle into the position of "lord" and/or "dragon"

but fr though i think this conflict is sooooo interesting as a central narrative theme, i.e. the choice to seek out glory and heroism for its own sake vs taking it upon yourself as your duty because there's no one else who can vs running away from that duty and responsibility. "We may be a poor pair of heroes, but we are what there is." "It was not what I was made for, but all was breaking apart, and they were alone, and I was all they had." everything with rand feeling the "threads" of his duties and "death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain" and the idea of choosing to sheathe the blade in yourself when the moment comes. and how that ties in with ingtar's final choice and his sacrifice!

it's all about the CHOICE!!! this is literally me irl rn:

oh my god what else. i loved getting so much more detail on the aes sedai (who are basically underfunded academics constantly squabbling among their respective departments, i have decided) and how channeling works/feels. (the parallel between the girls imagining saidar as a flower vs rand feeling saidin as the flame and void with a sickly light in it. chef's kiss!!! but also, rand simultaneously craving saidin and being sickened by it? chewing glass about it, nbd) verin mathwin aka The Aes Sedai Ever is unbelievably great. a lot of this book felt like buildup so i'm hype for things to start popping off, especially now that rand has apparently accepted the mantle of dragon. these books are crazy and i love them

#wheel of time #the wheel of time #wot book spoilers

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allora1233 · 1 year

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“What if I’m not good enough for him?“

It was a question that wasn’t meant to be heard outside of your bedroom walls. A simple question you asked aloud to yourself as you watched the video of your boyfriend playing random games with his bandmates. You had been watching these videos a lot lately, hoping that watching your boyfriend smile would calm the anxiety and melancholy that had been creeping in the pit of your stomach for the past couple of weeks. Instead, it only made your fears worse.

Though you never brought it up, starting a couple of weeks ago, you realized how surreal it was that you of all people were dating Jung Hoseok. And let’s say that this realization hasn’t been sitting too well with you. Your anxiety quickly seized the opportunity to make you question whether or not you were really deserving of his love. After all, he’s literally one of the most famous rappers in the world, while you were just a regular nobody. The fact that you even got his attention was a miracle, but are you worth that miracle?

"What did you say..?” Before you could spiral too far down into that pit of depression, the quiet voice has you whipping your head around only to be met with a confused Hoseok standing in the doorway. You slowly close your laptop, not expecting him to be home so soon since he usually comes home later in the afternoon.

Hoseok slowly made his way into the room, sitting down on the bed next to you. You couldn’t see it before, but now that the two of you were sitting face to face, the hurt and confusion in his eyes were clear as day. You turn your attention down to your lap, suddenly very interested in the strings of your sweatpants. The silence continued for another unbearable moment. However, it was much preferred over the question that broke it.

“Why did you say that..?” Guilt flows through your veins as his voice echoed in the air. You didn’t know what to say. Your throat starts to dry out and tighten, and as you open your mouth to say something… nothing. You quickly close your mouth, continuing to stare down at your lap.

Hoseok gently takes a hold of your chin and tilts your head up, making you look back up at him. It was difficult, but you managed to look him in the eyes as he studied your expression. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

For a moment, you almost say no. Simply brushing it off as though nothing was wrong and just hoping this feeling would go away, like you have been doing for the past few weeks, sounded so appealing. However, the fact of the matter was that Hoseok wasn’t gonna let this go. He will bring it up eventually, and even though you know he won’t force you to talk if you don’t want to, you know he’s the type of guy who dislikes a lack of communication, especially in your relationship.

“I’m sorry…” You didn’t expect your voice to be so soft, so weak, almost inaudible had Hoseok not been sitting within close proximity of you. You try to clear your tightening throat as you begin to spill everything you have been internalizing.

“I… I don’t think I’m good enough to be with you. I don’t know why, but I can’t believe that I’m the one who’s sitting here next to you right now. Someone much better than me deserves to be here, but they’re not. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m not someone special. I’m sorry I’m probably not living up to your standards. I’m sorry I can’t give you more than what I am. I’m sorry I’m the one you’re stuck with. I’m so sorry…”

You could tell Hoseok wanted to say something, to interrupt your words with his own. He doesn’t. Even though you’re sure it hurts him, he listens to every broken word spoken as you fail to hold back tears. When you finally finish, he gently cups your cheeks and lifts your head once more. He scans your face and wipes away your tears through a beat of silence.

“Do you love me, Y/n?”

Well, that wasn’t exactly what you were expecting. All you could feel was bewildered. “Of course I love you, Hoseok. That’s why I wish I could be someone better for you.”

“As long as you love me, you don’t need to worry about it.”

Your confused expression undoubtedly grew as you felt your eyebrows furrow. Hoseok gently kisses your forehead, helping you relax a little before going to explain himself.

“Baby, you have no idea how much you mean to me, do you? I’m not exactly sure where all of this is coming from, but I’m going to do my best to get this through your head. The night you came up to my friends and I at the bar, and you walked past everyone to come up to me and give me your number? Honestly, the fact that you didn’t know who we were was amazing, and you were so bold and forward about it. But what has always stuck with me since that night, regardless of that fact, is that you chose me. Not Jungkook, not Taehyung, me…

"You’ll never know how much that means to me that I’m the one you wanted. And as I got to know you, the more and more thankful I am that you gave me a chance. That out of everyone you could have gone up to that night, it was me. All I need is your love, darling. To me, you are good enough. You are so good enough. No one on this entire planet can make my heart race the way you do… There is no one else I would rather have sitting here next to me than you.”

More tears roll down your flushed cheeks, but not due to sadness this time. The smile on your lips made that clear. Hoseok couldn’t help but let out a relieved chuckle, gently pulling you closer and pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, pouring as much of his love into it as possible, which you gladly returned.

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“Alright, start talking. What’s going on?”

The door shuts behind him as Yoongi turns his attention to you, leaning against the wall and folding his arms over his chest. You lay down on the bed, covering your eyes with your arm to avoid eye contact, but you could still feel him staring daggers into you. “What do you mean?”

“The hell you mean, ‘What do you mean?’ Are you seriously going to pretend like you haven’t been acting completely different for the past fucking month? What, did you honestly expect me not to notice or something?”

“More like I was hoping you wouldn’t…” you mumbled, hoping that he didn’t hear you clearly even though you knew he most likely would. Your suspicions were confirmed by his outrage. “Why not? Why are you trying so hard to push me away? What are you accomplishing from this? Huh?! Is this some kind of prank or some shit? Because I really don’t find this funny!”

There was silence for a moment as Yoongi took a deep breath to end his rants. You feel the empty spot of the bed next to you sink, causing you to remove your arm from your face and look up at Yoongi, who was now sitting next to you. He looks down at you and gently takes hold of your hand. Your eyes widen, almost sitting straight up as you look down at your hands.

Yoongi isn’t the type to initiate physical contact. Even though he doesn’t hate physical affection, it's quite the opposite in fact, he would always let you make the first move. Always. This is the first time since the two of you started dating that he’s made the first move to any physical contact, the only exception being your first kiss. And especially since it’s been a month since you’ve been this close to him, it just struck a cord even deeper.

“Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have freaked out on you like that. I’m just… afraid? I don’t know. I’ve never had somebody like you before in my life, and I don’t want to lose you. I don't know why you've been so distant these past weeks, but if it’s something I said or did, please tell me. I want to fix this. I miss being close with you... What’s wrong, honey?”

That’s it. That’s all it takes for you to finally crack. Tears cascade down your cheeks as you cover your mouth to conceal your broken sobs. You try apologizing in between hiccups and heavy breathing.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Yoongi…”

Yoongi quickly shushes you as he pulls you closer to him, letting you bury your face in his chest. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. Don’t try to speak right now.” He starts rubbing circles on your back as you cling onto him for dear life and sob. The two of you stay there for God knows how long, Yoongi’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close while you sat in his lap weeping.

Eventually, you shed your last tear, only soft hiccups and whimpers occasionally leaving you. Yoongi gives you another minute to calm yourself down before softly asking, “You ready to talk about it?” You take a deep shaky breath in, still clutching onto him as you quietly start talking.

“I’m sorry… I just… I don’t deserve this. I have nothing special, I am nothing special. You’re such an amazing guy. You’re so freaking talented, you know? You’re a great music producer, your vocals are incredible. You can dance, you’re fun, you’re caring. You look after me and make me feel so loved and cared for, and I try to do my best to make you feel the same way. I love you, so so much, but you deserve someone better than me…”

Yoongi doesn't speak, and in that moment, your heart starts to sink as you fear that everything you said will be confirmed. The silence is broken by him. “Can you look at me, please?” You didn’t move, keeping your head resting on his chest looking down at the comforter of your bed. Yoongi gently takes hold of your chin, lifting your head up to look at you. Only when you make eye contact does he speak.

“Firstly, I want to disrespectfully call you a liar. A bad one at that. You are special. You’re witty, compassionate, reliable, dedicated, sincere, intelligent, and enchanting. I could honestly sit here and list off every little thing I love about you, but that would take hours, and I’ll reserve it for another time. You make me feel so loved and comfortable. You’re my inspiration, my muse, my reason. You are my safe space. I have no idea where I would be right now if I didn’t have your unconditional love and support… I love you so much.”

Somehow, more tears you didn’t know you still had started welling up in your eyes. Yoongi gently wipes your eyes with his thumb, smiling softly as he places a chaste kiss on your forehead. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer into a tight hug which he gladly returns. You missed being so close to him.

“Can we have more cuddle times like this..?”

“Of course, honey. If you ever want anything or want to talk to me, just tell me, okay? I’m always going to be here for you… And I’m sorry I got angry at you earlier.”

“Don’t be. You were within your rights.”

Yoongi leans back, pulling you down with him as you both lay down on the bed, you laying comfortably on his chest. You let out a soft yawn, not realizing how much you really missed his warmth, his scent, his heartbeat. He notices you start to get sleepy and pulls the covers over you. Before you get too tired, Yoongi lifts your head and pulls you into a soft kiss. Fuck, you really did miss him.

“Get some rest, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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“I don’t understand, baby. Please just tell me what’s wrong!”

“What’s wrong is this, Jin!” Your voice echoes as a deafening silence falls between the two of you. It was only in that moment that all the tears you were holding back, all the composure you tried to keep during this exchange, broke.

You hadn’t expected to become this worked up, but you had internalized so much over the past few weeks that it all burst when Jin asked you what was wrong only a couple moments ago. Tears flow freely down your cheeks, your mouth starts to feel dry, but you couldn’t stop talking now.

“Why am I here, Jin? Huh? Why me? Out of every guy or girl, out of everyone who has something that makes them special, out of everyone in the entire world, why pick me? I’m a nobody, Jin. I have nothing that makes me different from some rando you meet on the streets! I mean, fucking look at you! You are literally the spitting image of perfection. You're mega famous, you're talented, you’re funny, you’re witty, you can make anyone melt with just a glance! And me? Please, I’m nothing! Absolutely fucking worthless! I’m just-”

Your throat tightens up, silencing your broken rambling. The only sounds in the room were your quiet sniffles and hiccups as you broke down completely, trying to hide your face behind your hands and failing miserably. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the man you called your boyfriend as reality creeps in, afraid of what his reaction was and would be.

You could hear the soft sound of Jin’s footsteps as he made his way across the room to you. Warmth engulfs your cheeks, causing you to look up at a sorrowful Jin who wipes away the tears from your face. You couldn’t help but lean into his palms, appreciating the affection you felt like you didn’t deserve. It doesn’t take much longer after that until Jin lifts your head up and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

'Why me? I don’t deserve this…’ You think as you selfishly reach up and take a hold of his hand. When he pulls away, he gives you a soft smile and squeezes your hand. “Since you can’t clearly see why I chose you over everyone else, I’ll gladly tell you.

“You’re very sweet.” He gently pecks your cheek. “You have the best banter.” Then the other cheek. “You never fail to make me laugh.” You could see where this was going, and you couldn’t help the small smile that spread across your lips. Moving up to your forehead, he plants another one. “You’re smart.” Down to your nose. “Adorable.” Down your chin. “Supportive.” On your lips. “Absolutely attractive…”

Jin continues to mumble praises and sweet nothings in between kisses, not stopping until he has kissed every inch of your face. You don’t know how long the two of you had been there, you in his arms just listening to him spill everything he loves about you down to the last minor detail until you became a giggling mess. Only when he knows the smile on your face is genuine does he stop. He lifts your hand up, kissing your knuckles.

“Do you understand me now?” You nod, feeling more content than you have in a long while. Jin smiles. “Good, you’re the only one for me, baby. Don’t you dare ever forget that.”

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The soft knock at the bedroom door causes you to peek your head up from under the bedsheets. Despite not getting a response, Namjoon slowly opens the door. “Hey. Did I wake you?” You slowly sit up as he walks into the room, sitting down next to you.

“No, I was laying down. Why are you home so early?” You ask as you check the time on the clock on the wall.

“Practice ended early… Hey, do you mind if we talk?”

“Sure, what’s up?” You ask calmly, despite the rapid increase of your heartbeat. He’s never asked to talk to you like this. Fuck, maybe he found out? No, there’s no way he noticed.

Namjoon messes with his fingers as he looks over at you, meeting your eyes. “So, I’ve noticed you seem a bit… off lately. Maybe depressed?”

Your shoulders slump. And here you were thinking you had done a good job keeping up your usual happy persona. Guess Namjoon could see right through you, which is usually a good thing when you’re being stubborn. This time you were hoping he wouldn’t notice. “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“Only a little. I caught you a couple of times looking pretty down when you were alone. Is there anything you want to talk about…? I won’t force it out of you, but I’m always here to listen baby.”

The air falls silent as you get lost into the negative thoughts that had been plaguing your mind for a month now. It wasn’t until you felt a warm hand on your cheeks that you realized you had started crying. You quickly go to wipe your face, hiding your vulnerability before Namjoon gently takes a hold of your hands. “It’s okay, you can cry Y/N.”

And you did, burying your face into his shoulder as you let it out. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry Namjoon… I don’t deserve you. You’re so cool and sweet and amazing and I’m not and you deserve better than me-”

Your ramblings get cut off by your own sobs, your hiccups and gasps silencing you. Namjoon holds you close, gently rubbing your back as he lets you get it all out. After a couple moments, you had calmed down some. You pulled away a little, wiping away the rest of your tears. “Sorry…”

“No, no baby. Don’t be sorry. There’s nothing wrong with crying, okay? I’m glad you told me.” He takes a hold of your hand, lifting them up and gently kissing your knuckles. “I never told you about my last girlfriend, did I?” You slowly shake your head, wondering where this was gonna go.

“Well, when I was still in high school, I was dating this girl. She was the first girlfriend I ever had. At first we really hit it off and things were going well, but I was always pretty anxious. I always got this off feeling from her, like she was hiding something, and every time we would be hanging out with my friends, she would be very friendly with them. I was thinking, 'Maybe I’m being overdramatic,’ until I caught her cheating on me with one of them…

"From that day on, I’ve had a couple of trust issues. I didn’t want to even think about getting romantically involved with anyone again, and even if I was, I wasn’t going to give in that easily. At least, that was until I met you. Not to be completely cheesy, but it was love at first sight. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my chest when I saw you smiling the first time. And even though I still had those lingering thoughts and memories from back then, from that day onwards, I wanted to get to know you better, be close to you as much as possible, and spend all my time with you… Baby, if I didn’t want to be with you, or think you weren’t worthy of my love, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

Namjoon cups your cheeks, making sure he’s holding eye contact with you.

“I love you, Y/N. I love you with everything that I have.”

He felt a wave of relief wash over him as he saw the smile on your face. It was genuine, much more beautiful than the fake one you had been wearing for so long. It made him smile, showing off his cute dimples you adored so much.

“I love you too Joonie.”

“Good. Now then, how about I take you out for some ice cream? Hmm? How does that sound?”

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imarawbu · 2 months

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Loneliness is becoming very bad right now and I made the mistake of watching a 90s movie today so I triggered a bunch of memories of my ex husband. The reason why this is a trigger is he used to make me watch a lot of 90s and early 00s movies, that's literally all we did together, especially after the divorce.

I remember I was feeling bad because that guy I mentioned, let's just call him F instead of the "guy whose mom I'm friends with," was clearly not interested in me and I was very stressed by my classes and ended up dropping two. I went to him and we "hung out" during the day, a lot. I realized after a week the mistake I made. His parents knew and wanted him to invite me more for dinners and such. His dad changed the oil on my car. Maybe they thought I'd get back together with him... I was always told I was always welcome in their house. Ironically these few times are the last times I have ever seen them in person. 4 months later I cut him off and I sent a nice text to my former mil that I appreciated her kindness to me. Anyways during the marriage he had us watch more recently released movies because he was pirating them or we'd watch Hulu when he got caught for torrenting. To me it was just hilarious how someone could be so dumb to almost get sued for pirating lol.

Since I can't talk to anyone and can only post anonymously or basically not at all everything is so much more suffocating. There's literally nothing I get much joy out of anymore. I know I have a severe entertainment addiction, which basically I need to have something to entertain me when I'm awake, whether that's watching/listening to the TV, on the phone, or playing computer games (a new thing actually). I can't sit without playing something, doing something, watching something.

I was never into social media much until my marriage with my ex husband, then I was on all the time for hours and it's only gotten worse. Before that I used the Internet to research and learn stuff, which I do still do but it's confined to social media. I'd spend days researching all over the Internet whatever I found interesting until I was basically an expert on it and got bored. My grades of course suffered as a result but I always say I learned what I learned in spite of school and not because of it. As I am a walking encyclopedia to the extreme lol, I memorize everything I read. I don't really blame myself school was unbearable for me because of my social awkwardness and bullying but it was worse from my mother at home and by the time I got home, all I wanted to do was distract myself from the horror of my life. Most of my teenage years are a blur as I had severe dissociation problems back then. When you are basically on a dissociative autopilot most of the day, you have no energy for homework and have to do something to keep yourself from trying to kill yourself. If I'd grown up in a nice, nurturing, caring environment, I would have probably graduated high school before I was a teenager. Instead I'm a 25 year old with no degree, with a kid, who's been through two abusive marriages and homeless if she leaves the abusive marriage now.

Anyways back to the entertainment addiction, it started with books, I got bored in school in elementary school and would read under the desk, this did somewhat continue until high school the books just got bigger to hide under the desk so I had to try other things to not go crazy sitting at the desk. I still wish I was into books the way I was back then. Once I started reading on a Kindle in high school, it wasn't long till I started doing everything on screens.

It's just difficult to see how things have changed the past several years and how I have changed. I was a completely different person before I got married, some changes were good but most were me trying to change myself to fit what I thought the ideal wife was like, which in this case is the woman who F married. And I succeeded. My home decoration is better, I cook better, my home is cleaner and better organized, and my daughter isn't addicted to TV, is cuter, and 20x smarter. Lol I only failed in the skinny department.

I was much more geekier back then, wanted to become a doctor, was always reading research papers, etc. before my previous marriage I was also completely different but most of that was from converting to Islam. I do think back into what life would be like now if my ex had cleaned his life up and grew up like everyone was trying to get him to do. I'd have been married to him for seven years at the end of this year. Wow. I would have been at his brother's wedding celebration that happened at the end of last month and at their nikah in 2022- we'd actually share a pretty close wedding anniversary.

I mean we'd have been very poor, I'd be working retail and he'd be working retail, we'd probably be living at his parents. If he was the person who I originally met when I was sneaking around and before he got off of meds, things would have been probably ok in marriage life. But yeah he was an abusive and crazy piece of shit so too bad. Now he's 37 years old, living with his parents who are in their late 60s now, and probably can't take care of him much anymore. He can't hold a job for more than a few weeks. His health has probably caught up with him, he was a heavy smoker, never took his contacts out, eats junk food like crazy because he smokes weed all the time.... Anyways I don't care. Probably the only good thing he did in his life was somehow being a part of helping someone become a Muslim.

I just wish there was somewhere I could go something I could do to erase those years and go back and start over. At 25, I already feel too old, since my first marriage I've always felt 20 years older than my age, before that it was more like 5. It's impossible to relate to people, especially those my age.

It's becoming very clear that I am quickly falling into depression. Which makes sense when Im on burn out all the time, overworked, unsupported, have no one to talk to, and now also physically sick and no where close to getting better.

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we-all-have-magic-inside-us · 3 years

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Hi, this is very random but I'm actually writing a dissertation on Harry Potter Fanfiction and I'm looking for the 'big' fics, i.e. fics that lots of people in the fandom read - the most popular/famous ones that might even have their own sub-fandom (All The Young Dudes for example). Do you know of any Drarry ones like this? Thanks in advance!

What a wonderful topic for a dissertation @realistic-but-optimistic - I would LOVE to read it if you ever publish/want to share. And I definitely have some recs for fics that have their own mini fandom and/or are ‘The Drarry Classics’

What We Pretend We Can't See by @gyzym [131k words]

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought

This is THE fandom classic almost everyone has read and talks about. It features a redeemed, slightly obsessive, charming Draco. Grimmauld Place plays a huge role in the fic and Ron/Hermione are wonderful. Overall 10/10.

Running on Air by @tinyhistory [75k]

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

I genuinely do not know if any fic rec can do justice to this masterpiece. It’s so beautiful and poignant and somehow nostalgic. The language, the plot, the pining and the mystery are all breathtaking. You have to read this one yourself to believe me. This is definitely a major fandom classic.

Tea and No Sympathy [70k] by who_la_hoop

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

If you like Groundhog Day style fics, this is the winner! It has over 32k kudos on AO3 which is INSANE! It’s super well written and keeps you hooked until the very end. And it’s not just this one, every fic by this author is a classic in its own right. Especially ‘written on the heart.’

Right Hand Red [73k] by @lqtraintracks

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

No rec list can be complete without an eighth year fic. The fandom is FULL of eighth year fics and they’re perfect for anyone craving a Harry Potter continuation but with Drarry. This is one of my absolute favourite ones. It features a lot of party games and it’s really nice to see Harry and Draco have a chance at a normal school year for once, something they’ve been robbed of for so many years. There’s a lot of pining and healing in this one and I felt all the feels when I read it.

Away Childish Things [151k] by @letteredlettered

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

This one. This one. THERE ARE NO WORDS BUT I WILL VALIANTLY ATTEMPT. I love it. It explores Harry’s childhood in a way very few fics have managed to and it really really tugs at the heartstrings. It’s gorgeously written and evokes so many emotions. Please read this one.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) [44k] by @firethesound

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

Full disclosure- I haven’t read this and I don’t know if I ever can. It features MCD (main character death) and I really struggle with reading fics that don’t have a happy ending. Having said that, it is a fandom classic and everyone who has read it, RAVES about it. They say it’s gorgeous and beautiful and devastating. What I can confirm is that firethesound is an amazing author and I have read several other fics by them which could also be considered fandom classics. Especially ‘All Our Secrets Laid Bare’ which is the ultimate Auror partners fic and ‘A Convenient Impracticality’ which is the ultimate fake dating/friends-with-benefits fic.

Dwelling [83k] by aideomai

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it's not called the Mirror of Erised doesn't mean you shouldn't know better.

Oh my goodness, this fic ruined me. In the best possible way. If you want a glimpse into how Harry’s life could have been if his parents had been alive and if Harry and Draco had been friends from the start, this is the one. There's a huge twist which makes the fic EVEN better. I don’t want to spoil too much but this one is worth a read. Another fic by the same author, ‘Far From The Tree’ is also gorgeous. It’s a newer fic so I wouldn’t say it’s a classic yet but the plot is SO unique. It features Harry’s grown up kids coming back into the past and how that could affect Harry/Draco’s relationship. All the characters are super well written and it’s one of my personal favourites!

Other notes:

I made a Drarry rec list when I first got into the fandom. I would say almost all the fics on this list are also classics/very well liked.

Another great way to find classics are through this link. They are Drarry fics on Ao3 (30k+ words) sorted by the number of kudos they’ve received. I would say all fics on the first five pages can be considered classics.

Here are three other SUPER adored authors in the Ao3 fandom: Bixgirl, Saras_Girl and GallaPlacidia

All works by Bix and Saras_Girl are considered classics. GallaPlacidia started writing for the fandom only a couple of years back but she has such a knack for writing both these boys, it’s absolutely insane. I’m 100% confident her fics will be considered classics in a few years! Especially ‘The Bucket List’ and ‘Ship of Theseus.’

Enjoy and hope this helps!!

#drarry #drarry fics #drarry squad #draco x harry #drarry fic search #drarry fic recs #drarry fandom #classics #harry x draco #drarry fic rec masterlist

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gotinterest · 3 years

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Highlights from Greg Ellis’ “Special Announcement”

-He remains in character as Cullen during the entire 37:55 minute runtime of the video and refers to himself in the third person as Greg. Very importantly he DOES NOT actually do the Cullen voice well, and it barely even sounds like Cullen throughout most of the video.

-The entire video is full of really long, awkward pauses.

- “My name is Cullen...... Cullen......... Rutherford. I am a popular fictional character from the video game, Dragon Age.”

-”Dear Cullenites, recently a small vocal mob of social justice warriors attempted to have me, and my voice actor Greg Ellis, tossed into the cancel culture wastelands”

-He spends a good cumulative 4-5 minutes plugging his website and a bunch of hashtags

-Cullen apparently knows all about Johnny Depp, AND supports him! And chooses to spend 3 minutes of the video talking about how Johnny Depp is a great guy actually and that Amber Heard is meanie liar woman whose bad!

-He repeats entire phrases exactly multiple times in the video as if he forgot that he already said the phrase.

-He frames his defense of JK Rowling as people attacking him for “supporting women”. Not once does he actually mention WHY people consider JK Rowling transphobic.

-He plays the “I have a trans friend” card

-halfway through he stops to play- in it’s entirety- a shitty, tone deaf, unbearably long short film about the George Floyd protests that he made a few months ago. It features text supers that are intentionally misspelled in an attempt at making “””“clever”””” phrases about social responsibility or whatever? The majority of the video features looters and violence by protestors... but suspiciously very little footage of the police brutality that also happened.

-”Black lives matter........... they do NOT matter more than white lives”

- He keeps trying to make “response able” happen

-Directly quotes Uncle Ben from Spiderman “With great power comes great responsibility” completely unironically with a delivery that almost seem to suggest that he doesn’t realize he’s quoting a comic book character?

-He for some fucking reasons recites Cullen’s backstory??? Towards the end of the video?

-Despite the video being made in response to Mark Darrah, and featuring the date and event of his *resignation* (as he literally puts it) at the beginning of the video, Greg only actually talks about Mark Darrah for like, 3-4 minutes.

There were several points in watching the video where I had to get up and walk around the room and jump around because I felt like I was going INSANE. But above all this was one of the funniest things I have ever watched and I can’t wait for it to get him fired for misusing a Bioware character to promote his own website.

#dragon age #greg ellis #cullen rutherford

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yeoreos · 3 years

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avid || jjk (m)

pairing: demon!jungkook x human!reader

genre: 18+, smut

summary: jungkook finds you at a bar and sets you as his night's target

warnings: oh lord smut. lots and lots of smut.

wc: 4k

note: i was kind of lazy to finish it, but hey, its 4k of foreplay; nothing beats that! (also sorry for not posting in a while i was busy with beginning of year exams *cries*)

jungkook first noticed you in a bar. on weekends, it was transformed into a seedy nightclub. he liked to go there while he was looking for something to eat; something to conquer for the night. he discovered a plethora of attractive females and, each with broken hearts and hungry gazes - all yearning for a nighttime lover.

he never believed his eyes when they landed on you. the state you were in was pitiful. he guessed that you had just broken up with this boyfriend of yours, hence the mascara and ruined makeup on your face. or perhaps it was a platonic breakup. despite your state, his mahogany orbs never left your figure. what a cute thing you were.

a pretty face that was exactly his type, the perfect curves of your tits, hips, and ass has his knees weak. if you were to ask, he would give.

of course, his initial plan had been thrown out the window the instant he saw you. you leaned against the bar, accepting an order, with a grin on your lips. It sparked something in him, all the confidence (whether it be from the alcohol in your veins or not, it didn't matter to him) and allure.

he knew your name. how could he miss the way your own name rolled off of your tongue so easily? how could he miss the way your lips formed a smirk after seeing jungkook? how could he miss your scent when you pulled him in to kiss you?

this was jungkook's specialty, depravity. wherever he went, he brought a tale of wickedness and depravity with him, the quality hooking onto him like a magnet.

he was a fallen angel, to be sure. a demon, a fallen angel. to be more specific, an incubus. he fed off of sex and vice, appetites and irrational cravings. he drank often in front of ladies like you, at bars or in beds, whose gazes wracked over him, and he fed off of human energy.

over time, after a handful of centuries, he had gotten bored of playing the same old games in bed. jungkook knew what he wanted, however, he was never able to satisfy that itch in the back of his throat, yearning for something to quench his sinful thirst.

he was tired, watching from atop the hill nearby, where he watched the sun rest for the night. just like you had. the darkness of the night overtook the city of seoul and jungkook knew it was his hour to strike; to feed his thirst.

so, the demon went after you, hovering over your small figure over the pathetic excuse of a bed. the soft rising and falling of your chest and the soft snores that escaped from your mouth once in a while, was all the proof jungkook needed that you were fast asleep.

jungkook extended his hand towards you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek, a tremor coursing through his body as a result of the contact. the energy you were emitting caused every molecule in his body to twitch in response. captivating.

oh how badly he wanted a taste.

when you stirred a little, a small groan leaving your lips, jungkook stilled. had you woken up? however, it was just a small movement you were causing in your sleep which allowed you to further curl up against the pillow.

he grinned.

it was time.

"let's go in that dream of yours, shall we?"

when he opened his eyes again, jungkook didn't expect himself to be in the same bar, be in the same exact position as before. however, this time, you were looking directly at him with your hungry eyes, mimicking his.

ever since heaven had decided to clip his wings, jungkook gave up on the little purity he had left, letting himself follow his heart.

so that's why he felt no shame in eyeing your figure up and down multiple times.

it wasn't necessarily anything that stood out about you, but it was just the aura you were giving off, that sweet feminine scent that lingered near the air around you, that small curve of your lips. but it might have mostly been the way you called for him, despite not knowing his name.

"hello, handsome."

jungkook didn't really have a preference when coming to his targets. he didn't prefer virgins; he always thought that they were inexperienced and didn't know how to give a good head. he didn't prefer the experienced either; he always thought that they knew too much and made the sex too sloppy. it was somewhere in between. and by the looks of it, you seemed like the perfect target. it had his insides churning, a long yearning for a good fuck. he thought he was going crazy.

throughout his centuries of living, he saw empires and clans of royalty fall and rebuild itself, being reborn. he didn't go out of his way to feel good, but he took whatever the universe offered to him. in this case, it was you.

when the surroundings suddenly changed to a much quieter one, where no one was bumping into each other, jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. it did not, however, take him long to notice that you were in the premises of your bedroom, the small plants on your windowsill being a huge clue.

“who are you?” you inquired, your voice scarcely audible. smirking, the man took a step forward. in contrast to his sparkling eyes, the moonlight from the window follows his body flawlessly, giving him a blue tone on his skin. you became aware of his exposed skin due to his lack of clothing. as you took in his powerful body, a flicker of longing tingled between your legs.

the man stayed deafeningly silent. instead, the man crept onto the bed, trailed by what appeared to be a shadow. you kept a tight eye on his every move because you couldn't move. you felt yourself spreading your legs wide as he crept over top of you. you had a tremendous want to feel him and be completely consumed by him.

despite being a demon, a sex demon (literally), jungkook still understood the morals of consent, making sure it was his top priority. after all, he wouldn't want it if he was in your position.

"are you okay with what's going to happen?" his words were like a captivating chime in your ears, quickly relaxing you and making you desire more. you found yourself placing our hands on his shoulders in order to feel his silky skin. how was it possible for a man to be both burning hot and icy cold at the same time? the dampness between your legs was unbearable, and you were drawn to him with all your might. your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. this made sense. something you remembered vividly. just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.

"y-yes." you dropped your hands to grasp your shirt and pull it over your head to display your nakedness while looking into the man's eyes. with a hunger for your every move, he kept an eye on you. as he glanced over you, his throat vibrated with a palpable growl. you noticed he was completely hard as your gaze slid down your body with his. in a humble tone, you inquire, "is this real? this isn't a dream, is it?"

the man's grin makes your entire body twitch. you feel him quickly remove your underpants and fling it somewhere off the bed. you become acutely aware of the excitement between your legs as well as the heat emanating from his body. he lowers himself still more until he's right up against your door.

“would you prefer to be dreaming... or would you prefer to be here with me?” the man inquires, his tone innocent but with a sinister undertone.

when you reached for your thighs to give yourself some relief, there was nothing there. as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you could feel was the chill of your own flesh. red. your vision was completely red. it was almost as if someone had brought in a red mood lamp and shone it throughout the room. it was entirely painted in a bright crimson color. your epidermis. the walls on all four directions. it was all red.

everything seemed hazy and perplexing, and you wondered where you were. you were in a new environment. some may even argue it was a living hell.

you sat up and wrapped yourself in the nearest blanket you could locate before standing up. warm wooden floorboards greeted your bare feet. “what?” kneeling down, you firmly pressed your hand on the wood once again to be sure you weren't hallucinating, but then again, what's to say you weren't hallucinating the whole thing?

'im not a lunatic... you thought to yourself as the warm sensation of the wood stretched across your palm. you straightened up and looked about your flat, trying to figure out what you could do about the red. you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red. nibbling on your lower lip gently, you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red.

the door to your bedroom squeaks open just as you were ready to turn on the light switch. the sound reverberated throughout the room with such eerie intensity that you were nearly persuaded your tv had turned back on and was showing yet another horror movie. then something happened. from your room, a man who could only be described as the devil strolled in as if he owned the place. you would be fascinated by this man's beauty if he hadn't just walked in like that. a scar runs from the left side of his jaw all the way down to his neck, giving him a strong jawline. his delicate yet sharp-looking features are caressed by soft wild hair, and his adorable small head is adorned with two pointy horns. it was the eyes, though, that drew your attention.

not the fact that he emerged from your room shirtless. nor the fact that he had claws and a commanding tail swishing back and forth. no, it was those soulless black eyes that were piercing right through you. your very being. you were in some type of trans as the mystery man - no, not man - thanks to those black coals. devil. That sounded more like it.

you couldn't take your gaze away, but as your feet shuffled you further away from this entity, they did all the thinking for you. it only appeared to encourage the beast to keep going before you pressed up against him and the wall. as you summoned the strength to speak up, your grip on the blanket trembled a little. “wh-what are you looking for?” your voice faded away quietly.

the devil had smirked at your frailty and little dread before running a clawed hand through your unkempt hair “i'm starving, my love.” before leaning in and drinking in your aroma, it spoke in the lowest, almost infantile voice. “won't you feed me nice and well, love? after all, you did want this to be real, right?” you weren't sure if it was the tone of his voice or the proximity, but you nodded in accord.

he grabbed your neck and ran his tongue across his lips before taking you into a harsh but passionate kiss. soft cherry red lips ravished your lips in a ravenous embrace while his hands roamed across your body, grasping and groping everything it could find.

a deep moan emerged from both of you as you felt the tightness of his jeans against your leg, causing a burning feeling. the burning of want burned through your skin everywhere he touched, everywhere he invaded with his mouth, hands, and body. it was almost a nasty, twisted euphoria that made your cunt clench around nothing in eagerness.

as the unnamed monster looked you up and down, an almost animalistic growl exited his throat as he took a deep inhale, you gasped for air. “love, you smell so fucking amazing for me.” he spoke in hushed tones through little pockets of air. “you're so delicious that i could devour you whole.”

the very thought of doing so appeared to amuse him, as he let out a brief but malicious laugh before narrowing his focus to the blanket still clinging to you.

with a scowl on his face, he clasped his larger hand around the one holding the blanket in place before yanking at it, only to have you keep it in place. the devil, with his head cocked to the side, gazed at you, perplexed, as if he didn't understand what you were doing.

“it's just that,” you murmured, tightening your jaw at the gaze those empty eyes gave you like a chill up your spine, "i feel comfortable like this...” you muttered the last bit, swallowing any spit you had.

but there was no justification or apology for him, so he raised his claw into the air and cut the blanket, ripping it open wide.

fear, as well as the lust racing through your veins, were clouding your judgment once more. the notion that his claws were so near to slicing you terrified you and turned you on like nothing you'd ever experienced. it gave a sense of how perilous it was to be so near to this creature, which was part of what made it so thrilling.

"baby, nothing is safe when i'm around."

those words, on the other hand, did it for you. you reached out to him as soon as you dropped the tattered blanket on the floor, exposing yourself to him. you drew him back into another intense kiss by wrapping your arms around him and springing up to wrap your legs around his waist. as he grasped your thighs to keep you in place, he was caught completely off guard by your sudden bravery.

each passing breath spent on one another battling for control, hips sliding up against each other as your damp panties rubbed up against his encaged dick, which was most definitely pressing painfully against the denim trousers he was wearing, made the kiss more hungry and animal-like. the cool contact of skin moving up against your back and down your underwear made you whimper.

despite his animalistic state, you always thought he was beautiful, a rare creature. "you're beautiful," you murmured, oblivious to the fact that you were saying it aloud. he laughed with his head tilted back. his neck was big and thick, but it was the raised markings that went all the way around it that caught your eye; they were woven together like chains, as if he had been choked with scorching metal.

the demon kissed you long and hard, barely pausing to breathe. His tongue was lengthy and had a split down the center. it was a novel experience that was strangely addictive. you became engrossed in the way it encircled your own. with his fangs, the monster simply paused to tug on your lower lip. as his hand moved down to your thigh, you let out a faint little groan.

he sang, “such a good girl,” as he drew you up into his arms. Jungkook snatched you up like feather. as you placed your legs around his tiny waist, his arms bulged. before he entered your room, he gave you a lengthy, scorching kiss. you had your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair and scraping against the base of one of his horns as an experiment.

the devil looked down at you as you lay on your bed, his crimson eyes flashing in the dim light. only those eyes and the white-tipped base of his horns could be seen with the moon blearily seeping through your blinds. it felt as though the monster beneath your bed had arrived to devour you. slowly, he moved his hand up the wall, flicking on the light and bathing you both in a golden glow.

you eventually let your gaze drift away from his, focusing on his toned chest, tight waist, and muscular thighs. when you noticed the bulge yearning to be freed from his pants, you licked your lips. he finally went closer, his lips brushing against yours as he crept between your legs. his hands crept up to the band of your shorts, the heat of his palm scorching and heavy on your bare thighs.

he yanked your shorts down your hips and flung them behind him as he kissed you. he tore through your shirt even quicker, softly cursing as he saw your naked breasts. you yanked on his shirt, trying to get a better look at him and to touch every scrap of exposed flesh you could discover. he sat back and yanked his shirt off, displaying golden skin stained with crimson ink and muscular abs that rippled with each breath. you were so focused on his appearance that you almost missed the expression in his eye as he glanced down at you.

“fuck, you look like an angel,” he said, reaching down to rip your panties apart, only to shred them. your moist lips were exposed by the chilly air as you gasped. at the sight, he bit his lower lip and groaned. “very gentle and plaint." slowly, he ran his hands down your body, starting at the rib cage and working their way down to your thighs.

his fingers became hotter and hotter along the way, till they were on the verge of burning. until he came to your knees and quickly shoved your legs apart and up, crimson streaks remained on your skin. smirking at your hiss of pain, his palms pushed your thigh back till they touched your chest. “so ready to be used,” he states.

"please do."

“well, angel, since you asked so nicely,” he leaned very close to your cunt and licked a lengthy strip. his forked tongue slithered inside your slit, relishing in the lengthy groan that came out of your mouth. he swirled above the opening for a minute, then slipped just the tip of it inside when you finally relaxed against him.

jungkook gradually started penetrating your pussy with his tongue. the warm, slithery appendage that slithers in and out of you with increasing ease, flicking at your g-spot and making you whine in delight. you exhaled with relief when he licked up to your clit, only to scream when he clamped his mouth over the delicate nub and sucked hard enough for you to see stars.

moans and groans emitted from your lips and the demon could have sworn he had never heard anything prettier. his mouth salivates against your lips, only causing him to dip down near your entrance and trail his tongue back to your little nub. oh how sweet you were.

"my angel's already close to cumming?" there was no denying that. he had already noticed you were quickly approaching your high by the way you tugged on his locks and the way your moans became higher in pitch.

the demon took two of his long fingers and slipped them into your pussy, a squelching noise emitting from the action. you tugged so hard on your lips that it was plump and swollen, the irony blood almost spilling from them. he quickly started pumping his fingers and curling it, sending you seeing stars. he wanted you to get ready for the real deal (aka his cock).

"god, please fuck me, please please i'm so close to cumming but i wanna cum on your cock, please," if it weren't for you sounding so pretty and desperate for him, the demon would have prolonged the foreplay.

“there is no ‘god' here,” he hissed, sliding two fingers inside your pussy and sucking hard on your clit as you almost shouted in delight. his fingers curled within you quickly, drawing you closer to the brink. your fingers ran aimlessly through his hair, yanking it back to keep him near. you scratched on one of his horns with your nails.

it wasn't until another orgasm crashed upon you that the demon stopped.

you were spent; messy hair, hazy eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto your neck and some parts of your chest.

as sly as a fox, you felt jungkook pressing his heavy length on your clit, the warmth and hardness of it evident in the way it pressed up against the little nub. jungkook evilly rutted against the bundle, sending sharp pleasures erupting from the mere action.

you thought he would stop at a few thrusts, however, jungkook had other plans in mind. those being seeing you completely helpless underneath him (not like you weren't before).

with one more came a push, your insides clenching and squeezing the head of his cock like a vice. jungkook stills above you; only the tip in and you're already this tight? he allows a shaky breath to reveal itself from his throat, the sound coming out a little more strangled and choked that he intended it to be.

you took him inch by glorious inch. the two of you reveled in the pleasure, drinking off of each other's moans and heat.

the rest of the night was spent in each other's arms. it wasn't romantic, but it sure as hell was full of pleasure.

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as the seasons change

C!Technoblade x gn!reader highschool!au

Word Count: 9.1k

Pronouns: they/them

A/N: this is literally so self indulgent, i spent a whole day writing this because im going through my techno feels rn. it basically follows the story of oblivious Y/N and Techno throughout the four seasons :)

Warnings: Underaged drinking, Swearing, Smoking, Drugs (very brief)

Suggested Songs: The State of Grace, Taylor Swift/ MEET ME AT OUR SPOT, THE ANXIETY, WILLOW, Tyler Cole/ that way, Tate McRae/ Falling, Chase Atlantic/ Compass, The Neighborhood

SUMMER------------

The August air was thick with the heat of the almost-setting sun. Her rays beat down on the backs of the group of teens, and mosquitos filled the silences between them with their incessant buzzing.

A small crack of static preceded the soft sound of music, accompanied by the sharp smack of Niki and Jack’s celebratory high-five.

“Didn’t you start setting up the speaker like an hour ago?” questioned Wilbur, who was sunk into a half-broken lawn chair that he had found in the garage.

“Yeah, it would have been much faster if you had asked Techno” chimed Y/N from their place leaning against the above mentioned man’s leg.

His grunt of response was cut short by his little brother, Tommy, bursting into laughter.

“Because he’s TECHno! Get it?!”

Everyone groaned and Wilbur smacked Tommy upside the head, grumbling about “shouldn’t have let you come hang out with us”

Y/N giggled at that, but took sympathy on the boy. “Aww don’t be like that Wil, Tommy, I thought that was hilarious.”

“Don’t encourage him, Y/N” Techno leaned down to murmured to them in his low, monotonous voice.

There it was. The way he said their name! The way his calf felt under Y/N’s back! The way he whispered sentences directly to them, as if it was some closely guarded secret. It was enough to bring butterflies to their stomach as they praised whatever higher being was out there for the heat of the day covering their blush.

“It’s so fucking hot,” Fundy moaned, kicking Wilburs shin from his place lying facedown on the grass. “Can we go to the pool or something?”

His request was met with a spectrum of responses, varying from Tommy’s “YES, PLEASE WILL? PLEASE!” to Technoblades indifferent shrug.

Jack took note of Technoblades open response with a shout of laughter. “TECHNOBLADE IN THE POOL! I WOULD PAY GOOD MON-”

“I’m not getting in, dumbass.”

“Why? Scared you’ll ruin your hair?”

“No, he doesn’t want us to know he’s secretly jacked under the sixteen sweaters he wears.”

Technoblade picked up the hem of his sweatshirt, making eye contact with Niki. She has a point.

“How do you wear that in the Summer?”

“It’s n- TOMMY!!”

Shrieks of laughter follow Tommy’s water gun assault on his brother. “When did he slip away to go get those?” Y/N wondered aloud.

“WHEN ARE WE LEAVING??” Tommy asked enthusiastically.

---

A crowded minivan, a stop to pick up Tommy’s friend, and a raid of Phil’s linen closet for pool towels later, the group arrived at the neighborhood pool. The sun hung low in the horizon as people spilled out of Phil’s van and began dragging the pool toys and water guns towards the gate.

The air around the black metal bars barring their entrance to the pool seemed to quiver.

“I think Wil has the pool key.” piped Niki in response to Fundy throwing his weight against the fence.

Fundy, in turn, sprinted back to the car, where Wilbur was taking inventory of snacks (and probably hiding the best for himself).

Technoblade looked down at the two younger boys and Y/N conversing in hushed whispers. All of a sudden, they screamed out in perfect synchronization, in equally high pitched voices,

“Let me innnn! Let me in pleaseeee!”

And promptly burst into giggles. Y/N almost toppled into Techno, both from laughing and the slight weariness from the heat.

The pool noodles he was balancing beneath his arms (laden with tote bags of pool toys and towels) toppled to the ground, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was Y/N’s hand steadying themself on his chest, and the way his face began to heat up almost unbearably considering the weather.

“Oops, sorry!” they squeaked, leaning down to pick up the fallen noodles.

Technoblade was burst out of his daze by the return of his brother and Fundy, who triumphantly swiped the access card against the pad before kicking the gate wide open.

The clang of metal against the concrete pool clubhouse sent reverberating waves into the air, and everyone winced as the metal continued to drag.

Pool entrances varied, Niki, on the one hand, took her time tip-toeing into the water by the stairs, while Tubbo and Tommy almost knocked each other out crashing over the edge to the deep end.

Y/N chuckled at their antics, but seeing as they had settled on not getting wet today, they picked out a chaise in the shade and pulled a book and pen out of the small bag they had brought with them.

Technoblade watched them with almost unwavering interest, unless someone happened to look his way, in which case he would quickly turn back to his phone, scrolling aimlessly through his home screen until they turned away.

From his spot under the little roof of the clubhouse, he had an almost unobstructed view of Y/N, and how they chewed at the end of the pen they used to annotate their book. Oh how he wished he could read the little notes they scribbled in the margins, or the drawings they would surround words with when they got distracted from reading. And the way that pen dangled from their lips, their tantalizing, soft lips. Taunting him, almost. And their jewel-like, bright eyes. Always so inviting and playful; like the way they were meeting his right now-

Shit

He hadn’t realized he’d been staring that intently. A small quirk of their eyebrow and a smirk on their lips was enough to make his heart give out. But not now. Not when they were waving their hand so intently to get him to sit next to them. Pretending to ponder the decision and gather his belongings, (when in reality he was just collecting his bearings), he walked over to them.

“See! You don’t always want to be alone, Mr. I’m so antisocial and I hate everyone!” they smiled, patting the adjacent seat.

You’re the only exception, he thought, his brain screaming and pushing to let the words leave his mouth. He couldn’t though, not when they could never think of him the way that he thought of them.

So he answered with a small smile and a chuckle.

“What are you reading?”

“The Picture of Dorian Gray! Remember you said you thought I’d enjoy it?” they answered with enthusiasm, that sparkle still evident in their eyes.

It warmed his heart to know that they had taken the suggestion and committed to the book, which was admittedly a pretty tough read, because of him.

“How could I forget?”

Their smile widened and they buried their head back in the book, that cursed pen once again being squished between their plush lips.

Technoblade peered over their shoulder to see that they were nearing the middle of the book, where Dorian returns from his theater date with Basil and Henry. Feeling satisfied enough that they were invested in the story, given their gasp and furious scribbling in the margins, he felt it safe enough to stare at them under the orange-tinged glow of the sunset.

Of course, he forgot about the crowd of his friends who were nudging each other and whispering about his infatuation with you. The whispers reached Wilbur who narrowed his eyes in his twin's direction and made a mental note to ask him about it later.

Once dark hit and the water began to run a little too cold for anyone's taste, they began to wrap themselves up in towels and raid Wilburs snack stashes. The snack distribution was cut off by Wilburs phone, screen lit up with a zoomed in photo of none other than Philza.

DADZA!!! Read the contact name as Wilbur swiped the screen and held the phone between his shoulder and ear, continuing to hand out snacks.

“OI, where in fucks sake are you lot? It’s an hour past the devils ass why i…”

The rest of Phil’s screaming faded as Wilbur walked away to calm his father down.

“AN HOUR PAST THE DEVILS ASS” Y/N screamed with laughter, sending the entire group into raucous peals of giggles.

“Yep, mhhm, we’ll be there” Wilbur walked back towards the group, motioning for everyone to get in the car.

“Yes dad I know, yes, okay we will drop him off. Okay, bye” Hanging up the phone, he ushered people back into the car, holding Tubbo back by his upper arm so that he could sit with easiest access to the door.

After dropping Tubbo off, and then doubling back and driving around town to drop people off at various houses, Technoblade, Tommy and Wilbur were alone in the car with Y/N.

“Here. Here. WIL! Pull over!”

The van screeched to a halt as Y/N clambered over Tommy’s long legs, almost falling out onto the pavement. They leaned against the door of the passenger seat, thanking Wilbur and bidding farewell to the brothers. Just before they stepped away, Technoblade leaned down and kissed the crown of their head where it was leaning against his open window. Their stunned expression was lost in the dark and the window slid shut as Wilbur slammed the gas pedal to make it back in time before his dad’s curfew.

“What the fuck was that”

Technoblade gave him a glare, which lost its effectiveness when paired with the burning red blush flooding his face and neck, highlighted under the harsh white lights of the car. He turned his face away and resigned to staring out the window, the night air filtering through the small crack giving his face a little bit of relief.

“Okay at least tell me, are you together?”

“No.”

“But he likes them!” piped up Tommy from the back seat, looking up from his phone where he was playing a game.

“No I- I don’t” Damnit The crack in his voice gave it away.

Wilbur, sensing that it seemed to be more of a sensitive topic than he thought, decided to drop the subject for the time being, and Tommy was already absorbed back in his game.

The rest of the drive was spent in silence as they raced against time and the rules of Philza Minecraft.

AUTUMN----------------------

School started a few weeks after the pool night, which was followed by many late nights and summer fun by the friends, the knowledge that half of them would be away to college next year heavy in the atmosphere. To say the least, Junior year was not treating Y/N well. They were almost always working on homework, if not doing SAT prep, and they rarely went out with their friends. The only time Technoblade got to see them was during his AP Lit class, and because of it, he considered himself the luckiest man in the world. Ms. Ren’s Literature classroom was the only place Technoblade seemed to see the old Y/N, the one from over the summer who got enthusiastic over books and gave him playful punches when he was a little too mean to their friends. Now, the only Y/N he saw was a stressed, tired person who was always carrying an energy drink in one hand and a stack of homework in the other. Except for in Lit. Y/n’s eyes would brighten as they discussed the reading from the previous night and their legs would jostle Technoblades from under their shared table to show him an annotation they had made. Technoblade assumed they were just rejuvenated from the literature, never once letting the thought cross his mind that maybe, just maybe, he was part of the equation too.

On the rare occasion that they would hang out with their friends, they would be easily prone to tears and every conversation would be redirected to how tired and stressed they were. Of course, Technoblade wanted them to be happy, and felt enormous empathy for his friend in the harshest year of high school, but he had suddenly become hyper-aware that the clock was ticking on his time left with them. He was a senior this year, and while Y/N still had a year left to go, Technoblade would be on his way to college, perhaps out of the country, in less than a year. It wasn’t wrong to want to make the most of his time with them.

It didn’t help that this internal time bomb was also counting down the opportunities he had left to tell them how he felt.

-----

He decided to get to them when they were in a good mood, and more likely to say yes. After Ms. Ren had finished assigning the reading due by Monday, he turned to the beautiful person who sat next to him and muttered in a low voice,

“How’s your weekend looking?”

They looked up with a bright smile and whispered back

“I have tons of homework but I should be able to knock it out with a good day of work. Why? What do you have in mind?”

He knew this was the right time to ask you.

“Just be ready by 4pm on Saturday.”

----

Technoblade sat on the edge of his usually neat bed, now strewn with almost every sweater he owned. He was picking a stray piece of lint from the sweater nearest to him when he saw his brother walk past, then backtrack out of the corner of his eye.

“What’s got you all indecisive?” Wilbur asked, gesturing vaguely to the sweaters and random articles of clothing adorning his room.

“Wait! Is today your date with Y/N?”

“It’s not a date.” grumbled Technoblade.

“Then why are you so stressed about what to wear?” he replied with raised eyebrows.

Technoblade groaned and threw himself on top of the pile of wool on his bed. “I just need this to be perfect. Y/N needs a break, and they deserve everything to be just right.”

“And you want to impress them” sang Wilbur, now nudging Techno aside to sift through his sweaters.

Technoblades noise of indignation was muffled as Wilbur threw a cream colored sweatshirt at his face.

“What about this?”

“I couldn’t find what to wear it with.”

Wilburs sigh rang through Technoblades room as he opened the closet, now in his proper mindset as the family fashion consultant. Garment after garment was thrown in Techno’s general direction, and he leaned and reached to grab them all.

“Try that”

Technoblade walked out of the bathroom to find Wilbur rummaging through his jewelry.

“When did I say it was fine for you to go through my stuff?” asked Technoblade, shoving Wilbur away. Wilbur shrugged in response, motioning for Techno to open his hand so that he could drop his selection of rings and necklaces into his open palm.

As Wilbur walked out the door, he thought he heard a faint “thank you”, and smiled to himself.

-----

“This is elaborate”

“I’m a dynamic man Y/N.”

Y/N laughed at his response to the back seat of Technoblades car, which was filled with “supplies” for the evening.

“That outfit sure is dynamic.”

“Why?” Technoblade asked nervously, drumming slightly on the steering wheel. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! I didn’t think you could get any hotter but you somehow pulled it off!”

Realizing what they said, Y/N’s cheeks flushed a deep red and they began to pick at their flannel. As soon as Technoblades surprise wore off, and the butterflies faded back to the dull sensation that always seemed to linger when he was around them, he let out a snort of laughter. That sent both of them into a fit which continued until Technoblade hit a pothole from laughing so hard.

Y/N’s momentary fear only made them laugh harder, but Technoblade attempted to quell himself before he no longer had four functioning tires.

“Do I get to know where you’re taking me?” Y/N asked. They had driven a little ways out from the city, to the vaguely familiar areas that one only drives by when they’re leaving town.

“Yes.” He replied, slowing the car into a small parking lot. “Because we’re here.”

The pair entered the small bookshop and a bell rang overhead. The store smelled of dust and books and Technoblade saw Y/N breathing the scent in like a breath of new life. Of course, this ended up in a small coughing fit which he pulled them out of with a few pats to their upper back.

“Okay we are on somewhat of a schedule, so I need you to go get a book. Any book, and meet me back at the register in 10 minutes.” He said, grabbing them by the shoulders and making direct eye contact. “Okay, Go!”

And they both got lost in the mazes of words.

At 4:30 sharp, Y/N found Technoblade waiting for them at the register with a stiff red hardcover. He reached out for their book as they reached for their wallet.

“Tech, no, you don’t have to buy me books I can get it myself”

If for nothing else, the way they shortened the already shortened version of his name made his heart stutter, and he was overcome with the sudden urge to buy them every book in this store. But he wordlessly nodded his head ‘no’ and paid for their two books.

As they walked back to the car, Y/N admired the way his jewelry glistened in the sun. The gold necklaces contrasting against the black turtleneck he wore under his sweatshirt made them think of the summer, when his rings would shine under the sun and in the light of their almost nightly group bonfire. Technoblade opened the door for them when they got to the car, pink hair flying in his face because of the wind. Before getting in, Y/N threw their arms around his neck in a hug.

“Thanks”

They mumbled into his neck.

He blamed his pink cheeks on the cold.

-----

“Let me carry something!” Y/N argued as Technoblade led them down the path of a park a little ways away from the bookstore.

“No.” he answered, a basket and three bags dangling from his arms.

The argument continued as they made their way down the paved path, leaves crunching underneath their feet. A little ways into the walk, when the conversation had faded to discussing the latest reading assigned by Ms. Ren, Technoblade stopped Y/N by throwing a tote bag-laden arm against their chest.

“Here.”

He parted the branches that covered a small, unpaved path that led deeper into the trees.

“How do I know you’re not trying to lure me here to kill me?” mused Y/N, already a few steps ahead of the pink-haired man on the pine-straw path.

“Yeah hold on, let me just get my axe out from this basket real quick” deadpanned Technoblade, earning a giggle from Y/N.

A few moments later, the path opened up to a clearing with a few fallen logs and a small brook trickling near the edge.

“This is beautiful Tech! How did you find this?” they asked with an awestruck expression.

He hid the way that his ears flushed with his hair and busied himself laying out the picnic supplies he had dragged all the way out here, mumbling something unintelligible.

Once he was done, he looked up to find an empty clearing, Y/N nowhere to be found.

“Y/N?” he called

He received a response in the form of a small yelp and a rather loud splash. “Over here!”

“What the hell were you thinking?” he asked, sprinting over to the edge of the stream. Their giggles calmed him a little bit, but didn’t absolve him of all his worry as he subtly looked them over for any injuries.

“I thought the rock would be steady enough to hold me” they pouted, gesturing vaguely at the rock in question, now shiny with water.

Technoblade sighed, rolling his eyes at their antics, but hoisted them up nonetheless. Once they were back on solid ground, he curled his finger around the back of his sweatshirt's neckline and pulled it over his head, almost knocking off his glasses in the process. He missed the way Y/N’s eyes narrowed and focused on the way his black knit turtleneck hugged his figure, tucked into the dark brown trousers Wilbur had dug out of his closet just hours previously.

“Are you warm?” asked Y/N with an incredulous look, teeth slightly chattering.

“It’s for you, dumbass. You’re almost sure to get sick in those wet clothes.”

Y/N’s heart stuttered at the gesture, and at the way Technoblade shushed them when they tried to argue.

He turned away as Y/N shed their dripping flannel and replaced it with the sweatshirt, warmed by his own body heat.

When he turned back, he almost lost his breath again. Seeing them in his sweatshirt, the sleeves dangling past their fingertips and their hair a little tousled from pulling the garment over their head, messed with him just a little bit. He ignored the way that his cold-nipped nose was turning redder and redder and instead gently picked up their hand to guide them over to where he had set up the picnic, next to a towering tree with a thick trunk.

Both of them were hyper-aware of the way that his fingers held theirs, and the warmth that seemed to radiate from their touch. Neither one of them wanted to let go, but as they plopped down onto the picnic blanket sitting on the ground, their grip fell apart.

The loss of contact made the October day seem colder.

The muffled crunching of the leaves under their butts filled the air as they settled into a comfortable position and began digging through the picnic basket Technoblade had brought with food. The tension in the air slowly faded as they began to eat and the atmosphere filled with the joyous conversation of the two painfully oblivious teenagers.

When they had both finished eating, Technoblade pulled out the bag that he had brought from the bookstore and handed Y/N their book. The smile that graced their lips as they mumbled out another ‘thank you’ brought another wave of butterflies down Technoblades stomach. He pulled out his own book and made himself comfortable against the thick tree trunk behind him. Y/N reached into their back pocket and pulled out a ballpoint pen, the cap of the pen riddled with chew marks.

The damn pen.

They stuck it between their teeth and let it hang off of the right side of their mouth. Technoblade felt his chest heat up as they nudged him over to share his spot leaning against the tree. He opened his phone and hit play on a mix of Arctic Monkeys and Gang of Youths, before leaning back to where his shoulder was pressed with theirs and opened his book.

Time seemed to forget its rules in this quiet little forest, with just Y/N and Technoblade lost in their separate worlds of words. The peace was only ever disturbed by Y/N occasionally scribbling something down in the margin of their book, to which Technoblade would demand to see, and they would fall into a small discussion about the topic.

These occasions slowly began to wane off until Technoblade felt Y/N lean their head against him with a thud. He looked down to see them fast asleep, half leaning on his shoulder with the pen still clutched between their fingers. He took note of the way the pen was balanced like a cigarette and the small puffs of air following their cold breath resembled smoke. Ignored the way his heart was almost convulsing on itself, he chose to wrap his arm around them and savour the moment.

Because he was aware that before he knew it, it would be over.

WINTER---------------------------

The student media center had a hushed atmosphere to it, as people took advantage of their last afternoon to study for semester finals. Winter break would let out the next day, but for the overwhelmed Juniors and Seniors now crowding the library, the excitement would not set in until they quelled their nervousness over the last final of the semester.

One of the study rooms situated in the back was now crowded with the notorious friend group as they crammed for their last final. Fundy, Jack and Niki were trading around their history notes, Wilbur and Minx were arguing over the proper situation of a unit circle, and Technoblade was flash quizzing Y/N on the Polyatomic ions. Their frantic studying was interrupted by their friend, George, who had gotten bored of watching his two best friends during their last football practice of the semester. He quietly walked in and took a seat in the corner, pulling out a notebook and studying something or the other.

“Why aren't Dream and Sapnap here cramming with us?” Minx asked George.

“They have their ‘weightlifting’ final tomorrow” seethed George, most likely jealous of his friends’ somewhat pointless final.

Everyone laughed, and some groans of similar jealousy rang through the air right before the cracking loudspeaker of the school crunched to life, announcing that the doors would close at 6:00. Y/N looked down at their watch face, which read 5:45.

“Fuck, I’m never going to learn these charges! Don’t even get me started on the fact that I don’t have the solubility rules memorized!” squeaked Y/N in frustration. Everyone gave them a sympathetic look, knowing the rigorous emotional and mental demands of taking AP Chemistry.

“Don’t worry, you still have the whole night to study!” consoled Fundy.

Technoblade felt his heart break at the way their eyes filled with tears of frustration.

“My siblings scream way too much, I can never concentrate at home”

“Come study at our house!” exclaimed Wilbur. “We can kick Tommy out so he won’t bother you!”

Wilbur sensed their hesitation and cut in before they could say ‘no’

“Come on, Dad won’t mind, he loves you! And it gives us an excuse to send Tommy out!”

Y/N turned their head in questioning to Technoblade, who grunted and nodded his head.

“I mean, if you’re sure”

Eager nodding.

“Thanks so much Wil!”

---

It was 11:50 and Phil’s living room resembled something closer to an FBI clue board, with flashcards and chemistry notes strewn on every possible surface. Wilbur had retired to bed after reviewing his Calculus notes one last time, and Tommy was spending the night at Tubbo’s. Phil leaned against the doorway and watched his son coach his best friend through the last few chapters of the textbook with a smile on his face.

“Make sure not to go to sleep too late! You need enough sleep for your final!” he called, retreating up the stairs.

Y/N checked their watch and sighed at the time. “I should get going soon.” they mumbled, beginning to collect their notes.

“Stay the night” suggested Technoblade, pulling a blanket over their shoulders to protect them from the December chill that seemed ever-present, even with the crackling fireplace illuminating the room.

“I can’t-” A yawn cut their sentence “I can’t stay, I don't have anything and I’ve wasted enough of your time already”

Technoblade took them by the shoulders and looked them in the eyes, albeit having to lean down. “You can never waste my time”

Shivers ran through Y/N’s tired body and they offered him a weak smile.

He plucked the pen that was hanging from their mouth out and feigned disgust as he wiped it on their shirt, before throwing it in the pile of stationary by his feet.

“How about you stay for a hot chocolate?”

The invitation was too hard to resist so they gave in, as long as it was “only ten more minutes”.

Technoblade filled two mugs from the pot of the beverage that Phil had left on the stove, and topped it with marshmallows and whipped cream.

Y/N took the mug from him with a ‘thank you!’, and led the way back to the living room to nestle under the warmth of the fireplace. The pair were both exhausted from the day of studying, and chose to sip their beverages in silence. Before either of them knew it, they were both asleep under Y/N’s blanket, cuddled up against the cold of the night.

---

They woke up to the banging of Wilbur running down the stairs.

“Shit, you two are still asleep?”

Y/N jumped up, knocking over their empty mug in the process. “Fuck, what time is it?” they asked, urgently rummaging around for their bag.

“8:00”

“What time is your final?” grumbled Technoblade, still half-asleep with no intention to get up until his final later that day.

“8:20” they whined, almost breaking down.

“Hey, it’s fine, go get clothes from my room, take anything you want. I’ll drive you.” said Technoblade in a calming voice.

Y/N looked at him with desperate eyes and thanked him before retracing the familiar path to his bedroom.

Technoblade cracked his back and followed Wilbur into the kitchen, intending to make Y/N a nutritious breakfast and pack them a lunch, but was met with Wilburs smirking face.

“What’s the deal?” said Technoblade in his monotonous low, pulling things from out of the fridge.

“Are we going to ignore that you and Y/N slept together?”

“Gross you perv, we just fell asleep studying”

Wilburs smart-ass response was cut off by the arrival of the person in question, clad in one of Technoblades sweaters and sweatpants and ripping their fingers through their hair to attempt to tame it.

Technoblade ignored the all-too-familiar flutter of his heart at seeing them in his clothes and handed them a yogurt bowl he put together. “Let’s go, you can eat it in the car.”

They definitely broke laws driving at breakneck speed, but they pulled into the school parking lot at 8:15 and jumped out of the car, Technoblade following them to make sure they made it to the Chemistry classroom on time. With a minute and a half to spare, they arrived at the door to the classroom, earning a sigh of relief from both of them.

Dr. Yachtrong ushered Y/N into the classroom, but not before Technoblade placed a kiss on their forehead and wished them good luck. They entered the classroom in a daze, which they quickly shook off when the tests were passed out.

---

The final bell rang for the day and the cheers rang around the school, drowning out the crunchy loudspeaker announcements to “have a good Christmas” and to “make good decisions”. Y/N had headed off to their last few classes following the Chemistry final, which had gone as good as one could expect a Chemistry exam to go. They were fairly sure they had passed which at this point, was a major win. As they left the History hallway, they saw their friend Karl leaving the art classroom.

“Karl!” they waved him down.

“HEY! Y/N!!!” he giggled excitedly “Schools out!”

“I know!”

Excited chatter filled the hallways and they bumped into Sapnap, Punz, and Dream leaving the weights room.

“How was your weightlifting final?” snickered Y/N

Punz answered with a slight push to their head. The group was shot out at the front courtyard, where almost all of their other friends were waiting.

The celebratory mood was punctuated by Karl inviting everyone over for an “Epic School Sucks Party” at his house later that night.

Y/N looked around, searching for the pink-haired man that had been flooding their thoughts more than usual lately.

He had been acting differently, nervous even, since the day they fell asleep on him at the park. Y/N was only scared last night's incident would make it worse.

“He’s probably finishing up his Latin stuff” murmured Wilbur, leaning down to their ear.

Y/N’s ears burnt a bright red upon knowing that Wilbur knew who they were looking for. They looked up to answer, but he had already gotten immersed in a conversation with Quackity and George.

The man in question came out of the front doors of the building and made a beeline for their cluster of people upon seeing them. Y/N couldn’t help but admire the cuffs he wore on his slightly pointed ears, and the way his long pink hair fell behind his-

“Oi Y/N is that Technoblades sweater?”

Screw you Minx

“Y/N spent a surprise night over last night” snickered Wilbur, wiggling his eyebrows.

“It's. Not. Like. That.” screeched Y/N, punctuating each word with a smack to Wilbur, somewhat drowned in the laughs and gasps of everyone in their group.

“Why are we hitting Wilbur and can I join?” asked Technoblade once he integrated himself into the tangle of people. The laughs hushed as everyone turned to look between Y/N and Technoblade.

“What?”

-----

The heat of Niki’s curling iron sent warm shivers down Y/N’s neck, a grateful contrast to the harsh December chill plaguing the outdoors. She blew gently on the warm hair before letting it all fall back, tousling it to break up the curls.

“Thanks Niki!” said Y/N gratefully, examining themselves in the mirror. “You’re going to have to teach me how to do this someday.”

Niki laughed, already standing in front of the bathroom mirror to apply her eyeliner. With one eye closed, she spoke to the person now standing behind her, checking their outfit from different angles.

“So really, what’s going on between you and Technoblade?”

She knew of their intense crush on the pink-haired boy, which had started somewhere between 8th grade and freshman year, but she also knew that Y/N tended to be more closed off about their deep personal life.

Y/N sighed, almost in disappointment. “Nothing. And that’s the problem.”

Due to Niki’s sympathetic look thrown their way, they fell down a rabbit hole of ranting which led them to where they were now; on the floor beside Niki’s bed with Y/N’s head in her lap.

“He always acts so weird around me. One minute he’s holding my hand or kissing my forehead, and the next he won't even look at me, or only answers in short sentences. And it stresses me out because I think he hates me, but then he does shit like buying me books just to go read in a forest with him, or staying up all night with me to study for my Chemistry final, and I just-” They took a deep breath, containing their rambling.

“I just get more confused.”

----------

Karls party was in full swing by the time Niki and Y/N got there. They were met at the door by Sapnap and Quackity, who for some reason were handcuffed to each other, and were both giggling and flushed. Y/N and Niki hung their coats on the rack by the door and walked into the festive atmosphere of the house, seeing familiar faces in every corner.

Despite the rowdy environment and the deafening noise, the party was relatively small, consisting of only 20 or so of Karls friends.

They followed Quackity and Sapnap into the living room where a semi-circle of people was lounging on various couches, passing around a blunt and playing what seemed to be truth or dare.

Ah. That’s where the handcuffs came from.

Niki and Y/N decided to play, Niki offering to go fetch them both drinks in the kitchen as Y/N found their place in the circle. To their surprise, Technoblade was there, seemingly uninterested in the game and more invested in something he was doing on his phone. Upon seeing Y/N, he gave them a smile, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and gestured to the small spot between him and the couch armrest. All eyes followed Y/N as they perched on the armrest, mumbling a small ‘hi!’ to Technoblade.

Niki returned with two drinks in hand and shared a knowing glance with Y/N, as well as a miniscule smile, before handing them their drink and taking a seat on a cushion next to Jack and Minx.

“Okay okay, In honor of our new guests arriving, Y/N, truth or dare?”

Y/N knew by the looks everyone was giving them that choosing truth would not be the best option.

“Dare.”

A small sigh of disappointment left Karls lips before a mischievous light came into his eyes and he perked up again. “I dare you to sit in Technoblade’s lap”

Snickers echoed across the group as Technoblade looked up at the sound of his name. He looked up to where Y/N was balancing themself on the edge of the couch, and with some burst of courage, that was probably induced by the alcohol, he wrapped his arm around their waist to tug them into his lap with a squeak of surprise.

After recovering from their initial embarrassment, Y/N turned to the man whose lap they were in. “Techno, truth or dare?”

He huffed but quietly breathed out “Truth”, suddenly very aware of how close their face was to his. After a few brief seconds of eye contact which seemed to last an eternity, they stuttered out

“Umm, do you,- actually, how did, how did they get you to play? This game... I mean?”

“BOO! WHAT A BORING FOOKIN QUESTION!” called Minx from the cushion she was on.

His response of how he didn’t mean to get dragged in to this “stupid middle schoolers game” was slightly slurred as he took a big chug of whatever liquid was floating around his red solo cup.

This worried Y/N. They never saw Technoblade drink more than enough to get him slightly tipsy, but they brushed it off on end-of-the-semester excitement. In any case, they would confront him when they got the opportunity to talk to him alone.

---

Said opportunity arose after the Pizza arrived, and most people began to file into Karls movie room to watch whatever garbage show he decided on running. Y/N stayed back, intending to have full access to the pizza and Technoblade, noticing this, stayed with them. Y/N hopped up onto a counter and pulled the pizza boxes to them.

“Hey Tech?”

“Heh?”

“Are you okay? I haven't seen you drink this much before?” they asked, running a concerned hand through his hair before pressing it to his forehead to check how hot he was.

His eyes closed and he nuzzled into their touch.

“I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Nervous? What do you have to be nervous about? It’s winter break” they answered, a small smile on their beautiful face.

This was his chance.

“I have to start applying for colleges.”

Fuck, he missed it.

-----

The food brought a new bought of energy to everyone at the party, and by 3 in the morning, the celebration was still heavy in the air. Everyone thanked whatever brought Karl’s parents to buy a house far removed from any close neighborhoods, so the noise wouldn’t earn them a police visit.

Loud music blared from the speakers in the living room, which had been cleared of furniture to make space for the energetic teenagers.

Y/N took turns dancing with Niki, Minx, and Jack before being stolen away by Sapnap who spun them around until they almost threw up. Eventually, Y/N ended up on the outskirts of the dancefloor, where they saw their favorite apathetic pig-boy leaning against a corner, snickering at everyone who was embarrassing themselves in their drunken haze.

“WANNA DANCE?” asked Y/N leaning towards him to enunciate over the music.

How could he say no? When they were looking up at him with those big, bright eyes and a slight sheen of sweat over their face.

-----

The party began to dissipate nearing the hours of dawn. Around 5, people began trickling out. Except for the select few who had decided to just crash with Karl.

Technoblade and Wilbur parked a little ways away from their house, walking the rest of the way and ushering each other up the tree by Wilburs bedroom to sneak back in.

It was locked.

“You dimwit, didn’t you unlock the window?”

“Of course I did you arse, where do you think I snuck out from?”

Their bickering was interrupted by a small tap on the glass by none other than a smirking Tommy.

“Leave it to him to only wake up when he wants to annoy us”

“Tommy, let us in.”

Tommy made a rubbing motion with his index finger and thumb. Looking at Wilbur and sighing, Technoblade pulled his wallet out and held up a 10.

Tommy made a ‘more’ motion

20. Then 40. Then 50.

“So generous of you lads, come on in!” he giggled, snatching the money from his brother and leaving the window open for the two to clamber in awkwardly.

Technoblade snuck back into his room, stripping off his sweaty clothes and falling onto the mattress. Before he blacked out, he saw two notifications come in.

BitchBur: I took these pictures tn, thought u might want them ;) (8 images attached)

And

Y/N <3: I hope you figure out the college situation! <3 let me know if you can hang out sometime :D

He opened Wilburs text to find a collection of candid pictures Wilbur had snapped over the course of the night. One of Y/N in his lap, a few of them laughing together over pizza, a few of them on the dance floor, and what had to be his favorite: a picture of them kissing his cheek as a ‘good luck’ for his arm wrestle with Dream.

A smile creeped onto his face and he felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for his brother. He set the last picture as his wallpaper before turning off his phone and falling into a realm of blackness.

SPRING------------------

“That was my very last AP Exam!” exclaimed Y/N, walking through the door of the coffee house where all their friends were lounging.

The small shop erupted with cheers as they celebrated everyone finishing their school year. The cheers eventually died out, though, as the realization sunk in. Tomorrow was graduation.

The seniors in the group, Wilbur, Technoblade, Minx and Fundy were all going off to college.

Wilbur to England, Fundy to the Netherlands, and Minx to Ireland. The one person who hadn’t decided on a college yet was Technoblade.

“Why do you all have to leave the country?” whined Y/N.

A chorus of similar sentiments left the other juniors who were scattered around a few tables that had been pushed together.

As the conversation descended into dorms and expenses, Y/N received a text from Technoblade. The shock of the ‘ding’ made the pen that had been balancing between their lips clatter onto the floor.

Apathetic pig-boy: come outside

Y/N looked around, not having noticed that Technoblade had disappeared from the table. Taking advantage of the conversation everyone else was immersed in, they quietly snuck out, but not without avoiding Wilburs keen eyes, which narrowed upon realizing his brother was not at the table.

They wandered outside, finding Technoblade sitting at one of the outdoor tables covered by the awning.

“My Yale email came in.” he said as soon as he saw them walk outside.

They jumped with barely contained joy. “What did it say?”

“I wanted you to be here when I opened it.”

Everyone knew that Technoblades dream college was Yale. He had talked about it ever since he was a little kid, screaming about Greek mythology on the school playground. Y/N knew that it was Technoblades biggest ambition to study literature at one of the most renowned colleges in the world, but they still felt a twinge of sadness. On top of losing half their friends, they couldn’t lose the one person that meant the most to them too.

“Open it!”

Y/N leaned against the back of Technoblades chair, almost falling over his shoulder as they watched the loading icon on the college’s website.

Technoblade clicked on the notification and they both read it together

Congratulations! We are glad to inform you…

“THAT YALE UNIVERSITY HAS DECIDED TO ACCEPT YOUR APPLICATION! TECH I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!” Screamed Y/N, wrapping their arms around his shocked figure. They placed a million kisses all over his face, gushing about how proud they were of him, ignoring the gut wrenching feeling inside of them.

“What’s the screaming about? Did you two finally get together?” Asked Wilbur as the group flooded out of the coffee shop to see what the commotion was about.

“Yale accepted me.” mumbled Technoblade, just loud enough for them to hear.

The cheers that followed his announcement almost made their small hometown collapse. Congratulations were exchanged and backs were pat, and in the mess, Y/N managed to sneak off to the side. The only person who noticed was Niki, who followed them to the corner of the parking lot where they were kicking at the asphalt with their converse. She sat down, and the two rested in silence, the April wind blowing their hair all over the place.

“He’s leaving.” He’s leaving me. They wanted to say, but they didn't.

Niki gave her friend a small side hug, somehow interpreting the sentence accurately. “He’s pursuing his dreams Y/N, you know he doesn’t want to leave you.”

“How do I make him stay? It’s selfish and I’d feel like a bitch but Niki I don’t think I can live without him.”

“Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“You need to tell him how you feel.”

----

The next day brought sunny skies and the enthusiastic atmosphere of graduation. They had all managed to snag themselves some graduation tickets to see their friends finish high school.

Jack, Niki, and Y/N were sitting in a Wendy’s parking lot, waiting for the clock to hit 11:45 so they could start making their way to school. It seemed empty without the Seniors of the group, as they were all at school getting ready for the ceremony. Y/N voiced this concern aloud, to which Jack responded, “We’ll have to get used to it. This is how it’s going to be next year.”

And the three fell into silence, sullenly dipping their fries into their frostys.

----

Jack, Niki, and Y/N let themselves be jostled into school with the crowds of emotional parents and kids who were already bored of the event. They found decent seats, near the front aisle and set their belongings down.

Not a moment later, they were greeted by Philza, who filed in with the rest of the boys extended family to sit beside them.

The dimming of the lights led to hushed whispers erupting from the previously rowdy crowd.

Procedure came and went, the salutatorian and valedictorian giving their respective addresses to the crowd, the speech of the somewhat bored principal, and finally,

“Without further ado, presenting the Graduating Class of 2021!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd as names began to be called.

Within the first five minutes, the boredom began to set in and Jack began a game pigeon game, which Phil demanded to be added to. The four played the digital card game until they were pulled out of their concentration by a familiar name being called. They erupted into cheers as Fundy walked across the stage to pick up his diploma and shake the Principal’s hand. The process was repeated until Minx, her eyes shining as she shook the principal's hand earnestly, then flipped him off quickly behind his back, which sent the auditorium into a fit of laughter.

Person after person was called up, until...

“Technoblade Minecraft”

Philza almost cried. He stood on his chair, screaming in excitement for his son which made the boy in question flush as he collected his diploma and took a rather rushed leave off the stage, but not before seeing the heart that Y/N made with their fingers in his direction.

The same general act happened during Wilburs announcement, except that he laughed and gave his dad a cheering motion with his hands.

---

The group spilled out onto the lawn of the school, congratulating people they knew when they saw them. Technoblade and Wilbur joined their family, receiving hugs from a very emotional Tommy. Y/N, Niki, and Jack waited behind for their friends to finish up with their families before tackling them in hugs. Screams and whoops came from the puddle of people on the floor, everyone yelling things to each other. The atmosphere was charged with happiness, and relief, and one couldn’t help but feel elation despite the bittersweet nature of graduation.

“Alright mates, party at my house!” boomed Philza over the noise.

The infamous graduation party. They had planned the two-part party in middle school, when they had had their first sleepover at the group's “hub”, aka Philza’s house. Since then, the party had become a reality and the first part would be executed tonight. The next being, of course, when the remaining half of the group graduated.

A marquis was set up in Phil’s garden, now uncluttered and full of spring blossoms. It was such a different atmosphere than it had been last summer, when their bonfires would stretch out into the early hours of the morning.

Food laden tables were scattered around the marquis, and to everyone's delight, a chocolate fountain rested on one of them.

After collecting food and gifts from various guests, the group found themselves sitting under the shade of a large tree with a rickety old treehouse balancing on it, which Tommy and Tubbo were attempting to devise a plan to get into with the help of their friend Ranboo, who didn’t seem as enthusiastic about the idea as the others.

“My flight leaves next week.” sighed Minx, leaning against Niki’s shoulder.

“I’ll be out of here by July the latest”

“Phil’s taking us to London next week and I’ll just be staying”

Everyone turned to Technoblade to reveal when he would be leaving for college.

“I’m going to Connecticut a week before the beginning of the term”

“So how long will you be home this summer?” Y/N asked, setting down their cookie.

“Between travelling and dorm set-up, I’ll probably only be here for about two weeks total.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as they pushed their head into Technoblades chest.

“I just-” sniffle “I just can’t believe you’re all leaving!” they cried, muffled by Technoblades button down.

This sent everyone into a fit of tears as they all began hugging each other for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The moment was interrupted by Phil, who came out of the house with a camera and various props. Encouraging everyone to gather around and take pictures. Everyone scuffled around to fix their disheveled appearances and began making their way to Phils makeshift photo booth.

“Tech- wait!” called Y/N, pulling him back by the forearm. “Your hair”

They put pressure on his shoulders to get him to lean down so that they could fix his stray hairs.

Right then, looking at the way Y/N’s shoes sank into the ground and feeling their light touch in his hair, he decided. I have to tell them. This is my last chance.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I-” deep breaths, “I need you to-”

“Come on, lovebirds get in the picture!” called Phil, walking over to drag them to where everyone else was.

Y/N gave him an apologetic look, woven with the silent promise of later.

Damnit Dad.

----

The pictures had lasted what felt like eons, but between the corny props and the harsh afternoon sunlight, they held valuable memories.

But Technoblade had no interest in them at the moment, as he dragged Y/N behind the trunk of the tree they had sat at before.

The sunlight filtering through the leaves made Y/N’s face all that much more beautiful, and Technoblade struggled to tear his attention away to focus on telling them. He gathered up his courage and opened his mouth to speak.

But the only thing that came out was “OW!”

As a pinecone bonked off his head and rolled away on the ground, leaving chips of it in his hair.

“Look out below!” Called Tubbo from somewhere above them. So they managed to get in. Damnit.

Y/N took his hand and led him to the other side of the tree, away from the boys’ field of destruction. They sat down gently, pulling Technoblade down with them to pluck the pieces of pinecone out of his hair.

“Here. Distraction free! Now tell me what you’ve been trying to say because there’s something I need to tell you too.”

That gave Technoblade the perfect opportunity to gather his nerves. “You go first”

“No, it’s fine you!”

“No you go!”

It seemed as if the stars had collided and sent out particles so many eons ago with the knowledge that everything would lead up to these two kids coming to the same conclusion at the same time.

“I love you”

Their eyes met as they stared, wide-eyed and gaping-mouthed at each other. Overcoming the initial shock, they began to ramble.

“I didn’t think you felt the same way because you always got quiet around me and then you woul-”

“Can I kiss you?” Technoblade interrupted them, not really hearing their rambling through the buzz going through his brain.

They nodded shyly in response as he wrapped his hand around the back of their neck to pull them dizzyingly, tauntingly closer. He looked into their eyes one more time to make sure they were serious, but Y/N was already closing the gap between their lips. They hoisted themselves into his lap and gripped his hair to bring him impossibly closer.

But alas, in this group of people, nothing goes unnoticed or undisturbed.

“EW! TECHNO’S KISSING Y/N!” screamed Tommy from the balcony of the treehouse which resulted in whoops and cheers from everyone at the party.

“FINALLY!” yelled someone amongst the crowd.

Y/N felt their ears burn a bright red as they buried their face into Techno’s neck.

“Yeah Y/N! Get some!”

“Oh fuck off!”

A/N: i hope u guys liked it :D, also this is my first time writing with they/them pronouns so if i made a mistake pls don’t hesitate to correct me!

#c!techno #technoblade #technoblade x reader #mcyt x reader #technoblade fluff #technofluff

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jslittlebirdie · 3 years

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Temptation and Desire

Pairing: Ledger!Joker x Reader

Summary: J has been away from you for too long and your feelings for him have built up. You're waiting for the moment to finally give in to your desire. If only he would let you.

Word count: 1,202

Genre: suggestive / fluff

Warnings: J being a bit of a tease; heavy kissing/making out; innuendo at the end of the fic, but nothing explicit

Notes: This is pretty much the first time I've written something like this, so I'm admittedly pretty insecure and nervous😅 Also, if there are any warnings missing, please tell me and I will add them promptly. Thank you very much.

Again, a very big thank you to my best friend @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much for inspiring, motivating and encouraging me and for this wonderful title🥺💜 You're just always such a big help and support in so many ways! I love you so incredibly much! Thank you for everything😭

Taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies

It was dark in the living room. The old floor lamp that was standing to your right was the only source of light in the small room. You sat next to each other on the sofa in silence. J was tinkering with one of his devices - you weren't exactly sure what it was, but you guessed it was one of those remote detonators he often used in his businesses.

But there was a tension in the air that was almost tangible. Or at least you felt tense, somewhat on edge. You couldn't concentrate on the book you had started to read. The sparse light made it hard for you to make out anything anyway. A prickly feeling spread throughout your body, a knot forming in your stomach. It was the first night in three days that J had returned from his work, and you had missed him. Missed him a lot.

You couldn't help but shift your gaze from the printed words in front of you to him. You watched as his gloved hands worked. It was a fascinating sight, and like many times before, you wondered how and why he had acquired these deadly abilities. But even more fascinating was his face. It looked almost ghostly, the way the white paint was illuminated. The way his prominent features were accentuated. And the way his tongue popped out every now and then to lick his lips in concentration. His lips…

Of course, he had noticed how you were staring at him. He had to hold back his grin. It wasn't the right time yet. Out of the corner of his eye, he observed you and whispered, "What are you thinking, doll? Hmm?" His tongue darted out once again - making a soft smacking sound - as he licked across the scar that parted his lower lip. Your eyes followed this quick movement as if hypnotized, and the urge to grab him by his collar and kiss him hard became almost unbearable. "No, wait. Don't say it. I'm sure I know what you're thinking."

He put aside the small screwdriver he had been working with and tilted his head. He blinked at you with eyes that seemed to devour you with such intensity that your knees went weak and your mind dizzy. Then he moved closer to you. He reached out to take the book from you and place it on the coffee table, and you let it happen. So full of eager anticipation were you. What would he do? Would he give you what you were longing for? But of course he wouldn't make it easy for you. He was a tease. He loved to play with your little emotions, test your limits, and stall you until you were literally begging for him. But in the end, you always got what you wanted - what you both wanted. That's exactly how it would be this time too.

He leaned towards you until the tips of your noses were only a few inches apart and you could feel his warm breath on your skin. His closeness sent a pleasant shiver down your spine and caused goosebumps to spread. Your fingers twitched as you moved your hands upwards. But he grabbed both of your wrists with a much larger stronger hand, preventing you from touching his face.

"J..." you murmured in frustration, trying to free your hands. You weren't in the mood for his games. You longed for him. You needed him.

But his hold on you only tightened. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a devious grin as he noticed your reaction. "A-ta-ta. No. I know what you want. But first it's my turn, toots."

He came closer to you. So close. You could feel the soft cushioning of the sofa at your back as he placed himself over you and gently but firmly pushed you down, trapping you with his body beneath him. You tensed, but at the same time you were like putty in his hands. Your eyes widened as you watched him bare his yellowed teeth like a feral animal and then use them to free his hand from his leather glove. His fingertips slowly traced along your jawline - way too slowly - then over your lips. You had to swallow hard, your mouth going dry. He teased you, driving you out of your mind. Your cheeks flushed, your breathing quickened, and the knot in your stomach tightened even more. J chuckled when he noticed. But he wasn't done with you yet.

He brushed your hair aside to expose your neck. His sinful lips wandered over your skin and breathed feather-light kisses on it. Until he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear. There he sucked and nibbled until he left a dark purple hickey that he adored - he loved marking you as his and only his, and purple really suited you well. You squirmed under him, you could barely stand not being able to touch him. You wanted it so badly - you wanted him so badly. You couldn't suppress a soft moan. And so did his name escape your lips, it sounded more desperate than you had intended.

He stopped for a moment, took a deep breath between clenched teeth, and closed his dark-rimmed eyes. A deep growl rose in his chest. Even though he didn't like it, he was growing impatient. "Say it. I want to hear it."

"Please, J..."

"What was that? I can't hear you, sweets." Even though he was getting impatient, J was a man with an extraordinary amount of self-control and discipline.

"I... want to touch you, J." Your face turned redder, if that was even possible. Blood rushed in your ears. "I want to kiss you."

He hummed in satisfaction and then finally released your wrists, but not without giving them a final squeeze. Your gazes met and you lost yourself in his dark brown eyes, which sparkled mischievously and hungrily. That was the moment when the knot inside you snapped and you couldn't hold on any longer. Quite contrary to your usual rather reserved and shy nature. You cupped his face with both hands, your thumbs stroking the jagged scars along his cheeks. The skin was soft under your fingers and he shuddered at your touch, which only encouraged you more. You needed to feel his lips on yours. Now!

It was a wild, passionate kiss full of raw emotion. Teeth clashed against each other. Your hands left his cheeks and you buried them in his slightly greasy and tangled hair as you tried to pull him even closer to you. And he granted you this favor. All too gladly. You felt him smirk against your lips - amused was he by your sudden outburst - but you didn't care. All that mattered right now was that he was with you, that he was safe. That you could feel him.

And if he was honest, he felt the same way. Even though he might never say it out loud, he had missed you too. Three days without you had been too long. Way too long. There was a lot of catching up to do. And this was just the beginning of a long sleepless night.

#tw suggestive #tw innuendo mention #tw teasing #tw kissing #ledger!joker #ledger joker #tdk joker #J #ledger!joker fanfic #ledger joker x reader #ledger!joker x reader #fanfic #fluff #suggestive #tdk #the dark knight #my writing

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ah0rmone · 3 years

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kokonoi hajime x gn! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni!, nipple play, sex toys

"Shh, keep still," Kokonoi shushed at you when you had whirled once again.

Your lip bled from how hard you were biting it, eyes roaming relentlessly, you were trying to concentrate on literally anything else but your own body. The room you were in was lit dimly, music playing somewhere behind the door. The atmosphere could have passed as comfortable and welcoming if it wasn't for the fact that you were splayed naked on the table with a fully-clothed man right by your side. A really handsome young man.

When you came to the Bonten's executive asking him for help with your debt's repayment you thought he'd give you some illegal work to do. Maybe you could be a delivery person or work as a waitress in their restaurant. You were ready for him to kick you out. You didn't expect him to give you two options: either you were going to play his game and earn money or the sum would get much bigger. Choice without a choice really.

"The rules are simple," Hajime smirked. "You owe us 1000 dollars. For every minute you endure I'll give you 100 dollars. You'll have to endure for 10 minutes."

"Endure what?" you asked dumbfoundedly. Was he playing to torture you? You knew some of the other Bonten members were capable of doing so but Koko had never given you the vibe.

Him tilting your chin with a roll of money and then trailing it down your body was a crystal clear answer. Embarrassed you looked down at his hand on your belly and then groaned defeatedly. There was no denying that for you Kokonoi was hella attractive and you were ready for whatever he prepared even if you didn't get money in the end.

That was how you ended up all sensitive and vulnerable in front of him. The rules were simple: no moaning, no whining, not a single sound shall fall from your lips or you'll be punished. Details of the punishment Hajime inscrutably left out. You thought that the whole process would be a piece of cake - you have never been a vocal person unless it was the real action. But, oh boy, were you wrong.

It's been 3 minutes, not even half of the time. 300 dollars were laying on your collarbones sticking to your sweaty skin as Kokonoi's fingers were playing with your nipples. He didn't even touch you between legs yet you were soaking wet. The desire to moan was almost unbearable but you were holding it with all the power you had left.

Starting slow and patiently, Hajime, at first, was only teasing your nipples, speeding up a little after some time, rubbing and tugging on them slightly. As soon as he saw that you were worked up, his lips covered one of your sensitive buds. The feeling of his hot tongue accompanied by the vicious eye contact fueled your desire to use your voice. Seeing that you've successfully suppressed a moan, Kokonoi gave you the first two thousand dollars bills.

He didn't stop there, pulling out from somewhere under the table a small vibrator. You always knew that the game was going to be hard but you have never anticipated that it would be that hard. The vibrations made you squirming all over the table, it was the moment when Hajime told you to hold still. The third minute had passed and you hold little hope of winning this game.

When you turned your head to Kokonoi to see what he was planning to do next, his fingers brushed over your clit. He had already opened his mouth to say something taunting but you let out a loud whine.

For a second there neither of you moved, looking into each other eyes - you embarrassingly, he with surprise. You sighed heavily accepting the fate, still aware of his hand on your clit.

On the other hand, Kokonoi demonstrated a satisfied smirk.

"Well, looks like you've lost. Only 300 dollars. But," he pressed on your clit making your hips jerk. "You're lucky that I'm generous tonight. I'll give you a chance to get what's left of the sum, if you," his hand traced over your clothed slit. "Will allow me to have sex with you," suddenly he withdrew his fingers, leaving you without any stimulation. "What do you say?"

"I agree!" you gasped, grabbing his wrist and pressing it to your body.

Perhaps you gave the answer a little too quickly but you couldn't care less about your image anymore. From this point, it wasn't about money. It was about you, him and your orgasm.

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #kokonoi x reader #hajime kokonoi #kokonoi smut #kokonoi hajime x reader

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘. 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲!𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥

edit by ☄️ anon GOD BLESS

Hi everyone! Sorry to do another speed round of edgy!Karl hcs but I have a bunch that are sorta similar so, please enjoy jealous edgy!boy :)

Each section is divided off by a new request, hope you enjoy!

warnings: blood, degradation, jealousy, todd not getting his redemption arc yet, fighting, mentions of alcohol, angst

hiii! i was wondering if you can make something like, Karl getting jealous at Todd, when y’all play spin the bottle with other people? if not that’s totally okay :) @boxxedlikeafish

You sat on the floor between Karl’s legs as a massive group formed around the coffee table in the center of the party, the bass of the music making you sway slightly. Karl’s hand settled into the crook of your neck, the coolness from his rings sending goosebumps across your skin. He bent to your level, to whisper in your ear. “I hope you get to make out with the frat president,” he mocked, making you nudge his leg.

You tilted your head up to him, lips barely brushing against his. “Why? You wanna watch me kiss your superior?”

He smugly looked at you. “It’s a power thing for me. You can kiss him all you want because I know how into me you are.” You bit your lip at his words, heat coursing through you. “Plus, if you get too out of hand, I can always remind you who you belong to,” he stated, teasingly grabbing your neck, making you giggle.

One of Karl’s frat brothers polished off his bottle setting it in the center of the table on his side. “Everyone give your verbal consent to the game, and please for the love of God, only use tongue a few times,” he stated, making the circle laugh as everyone agreed. You were always shocked at the size of the parties they threw, especially because of how many people showed up. Looking around the group, you knew most of the girls had wandered in on their own merit and not as guests of the Brothers. But who were you to judge?

A few turns passed before the bottle came to you. You leaned towards it, flicking the bottle to get a good spin on it before the end tilted and pointed directly at Todd. The crowd oohed and mocked like they had with everyone, people getting more and more buzzed as you got deeper into the game. You side-eyed Karl as Todd acted out lassoing you and bringing you towards him.

You played along, climbing into Todd’s lap dramatically before pressing your lips to his briefly. He tasted like cheap beer and stale weed, which only made you pull away from him quicker. He pretended to dig his face into your shirt, making you laugh and push his face away. You climbed off of him and moved to sit between Karl’s legs again; him leaning his elbows on his knees and digging his fingers into your shoulders. “Fuckin’, tease,” he grumbled, pressing his lips against your neck as the game continued.

First time making a request but all this joking makes me wanna see Todd included,,,, like readers got a bit of an exhibition kink and I can definitely see an extension on making him jealous...-🐇

Later in the night, Karl’s arms wrapped around your waist, dancing with you to the music thumping over the loudspeakers in the massive crowd of people. You looked to the side, feeling eyes on your shoulder before meeting Todd’s gaze, his sights tracing your body. Karl’s lips pressed against your neck, teeth threatening to nip at the skin.

You eyed Todd, tilting your head to give Karl more room. Your fingers drifted up his neck to run into his hair. Todd’s body seemed to tense slightly where he was standing in his entourage. His breath hitched as the two of you made eye contact, Karl’s fingers digging into your clothing.

You lost sight of Todd, focusing instead on the feeling of Karl’s body pressed against yours, the warmth from his breath cascading over your skin. Another body was added to the mix, hands resting on your sides before Karl pushed off whoever it was.

You turned, looking over your shoulder to see Todd laughing. “Can I join?” He asked, stepping toward you again.

Karl exhaled deeply, rolling his eyes at the man. “Don’t make me punch you again,” Karl grumbled to Todd, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him before he lost his temper.

bestie i need something about todd getting too close to the reader and then karl gets jealous and gets in his face.... i need anything... headcanons... a side piece... crumbs -🌞

tw: blood, fighting

Karl moved to leave the room, brushing past Todd who gripped onto his shoulder. Karl squeezed your hand before letting go and standing up straighter. Todd smugly looked at Karl, eyeing you with a small wink as your eyebrow raised at the two. You hadn’t seen the two fight yet, but with the way that the other frat brothers were reacting, it seemed better to get out of the way when they got too close to each other.

“What’d you say?” Todd asked, voice barely audible as he tilted his head at Karl, who looked at him almost as if he was bored.

Karl cleared his throat, stature dripping with confidence and displeasure. “I said don’t make me fuckin’ punch you again, asshole,” he answered almost stoically. Todd chuckled darkly, crossing his arms.

He wet his lips. “Poor little, Karl. Can’t take a joke.” Karl blinked, rolling his eyes and continuing in the direction he was previously headed. You followed, practically seeing the steam roll off his shoulders. “Oh come on! Where’s the smart ass quip we all love you for?” Todd called after him.

You gritted your teeth as Karl turned lazily. “You wouldn’t get it anyway,” he answered plainly with a small shrug. He let out a small snort, leaning back on the balls of his feet. “Yeah, that big meat head’s just for show, isn’t it?” He mocked, making a few of the party-goers around you chuckle.

Todd chuckled lightly, taking a few steps closer to the two of you before ramming his head into Karl’s face. Panic shot through your veins as Karl took the impact, blood beginning to gush from his mouth and nose. You were pushed to the side as you swore you could see Karl smirking at Todd, spitting on the floor beside him.

Before you knew it, the sound of bone contacting bone rang through the air. Karl shook the pain out of his hand and bounced back on his feet, pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows as he waited for Todd’s retaliation. Todd drew the back of his hand across his nose, mopping up some of the blood with his sweatshirt before lunging at Karl’s mid-section, taking the two of them to the ground. With a knee to the gut, Karl gained dominance against Todd, wailing on him a few times before someone pulled them apart.

The fight was over almost as quickly as it started and from the looks of it, Karl had taken the upper hand. As the two of you left for his car, he laced his fingers with yours, still amped up from the adrenaline. It began to rain lightly as he opened the passenger door for you.

Before you could slide in, his eyes searched your face, creased with worry at what’d you witnessed. He curled his fist into the front of your jacket, pressing his lips against yours. He tasted like blood and alcohol; the heat from his mind seemingly rolling into his kiss as if to tell you he cared for you but his frustration was almost unbearable.

okay so edgy!karl and you have a fight cause you pushed too far with flirting with todd. he gets angy and then he yells and you flinch?? demeanor changes and TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF LIKE TEETH ARE DEAD FLUFF - 🐓

tw: angst, fluff

The car ride back to your apartment was silent, leaving you fidgety as Karl’s hand rested on your knee. The action in the past used to insinuate a different meaning, but you could tell he was genuinely angry. You let one of your hands move to his wrist, thumb rubbing against his arm as if to tell him you were sorry, but his grip on the steering wheel only tightened as he bit his tongue. You were careful to avoid his bruising knuckles, discoloration beginning to settle in even though he didn’t show any signs of discomfort.

You yearned to know what was swimming through his head, your mind retracing your steps with Todd. You had only been joking around, mockingly kissing his cheek and wrapping yourself around his arm. In the past, it had usually sparked sexual tension between you and Karl (more than what already existed) so, why not play around.

You shut your apartment door behind the two of you, eyes watching carefully as he pulled off his wet jacket and hung it up on one of the hooks. You weren’t scared of him, you were scared of the fact that he was so quiet. He was never that quiet, so something was brewing on the horizon.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. “Can we talk about it now?” You mumbled, gaze focused on the view of his jaw tensing before he met your eyes.

“I don’t know why you fuck around with that prick,” he bit. “Do you not get that I literally hate it when you hang all over that guy when I’m right there.” He rolled his head on his shoulders, back popping slightly as if he’d been stiff before this conversation. “I’m not a jealous guy, really, I’m not. It’s just… him. It’s just Todd.”

You knotted your fingers together, eyes darting from his busted lip to the view of his hands. “I’m sorry. I thought we were like… I thought it was like a turn-on…”

He scoffed. “No,” he answered plainly. “It was funny at first because I knew you were joking and everything but... Jesus.”

“Karl, I wouldn’t ever-”

He cut you off, his voice raising suddenly in slight frustration. “That's not the point! I know that!” You flinched at the volume, shocking the two of you as his eyes softened, guilt pulsing in his irises. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, no. I don’t know why I flinched. I think you just startled me a little,” you quietly brushed, one of your arms crossing over your chest to grab at your elbow.

He stepped forward, his shoulders angling towards you before wrapping you in his arms, fingers weaving into your clothing. You inhaled his cologne deeply, digging your nose into the crook of his neck as he sighed apologetically. “Baby, I’m sorry.”

You pushed your hands beneath his dark sweater, pressing your fingers to the warmth of his back. “I’m sorry. I don’t know when to stop before I take a joke too far,” you muttered, voice muffled in his embrace. He pressed his lips against your shoulder; there was no way he couldn’t smell Todd on you, only making your gut twist in knots more, but he didn’t say anything about it. “I love you,” you mumbled.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, TOO EARLY,” your roommate wailed from her spot halfway down the steps.

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