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violetrainbow412-blog · 11 months

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Bolinus brandaris [S. R]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

and by public demand, part. 2

summary: Reid loves the gift you just gave him and the whole team can notice.

"Everyone ready to go back?" Gideon asked, taking a quick look at the jet to make sure all of you were there. You had an extortion case quite far from home, Miami to be exact, and you had a long flight back to Quantico, so the last thing he wanted was to forget someone.

Miami was a beautiful place that you would have liked to visit in other circumstances, that had nothing to do with crimes at all, since you had always felt a certain weakness for the warm climate, the sticky breeze, and the sound of the waves that were on the beach.

You had only had the chance to go to a mall to buy a new outfit, because yours had been completely ruined, while Morgan took advantage of the wait to buy an ice cream popsicle. It hadn't been a dream ride, but it was something at least.

“I feel like I could sleep for 90 hours straight,” you sighed, closing your eyes and falling into Spencer's side as usual. You two were the youngest, he was younger than you of course, so it was easier to connect with him than the other members of the team. You seemed to have similar interests and he was strangely comfortable with you.

“You would actually need to wake up periodically to expel fluids or you would risk bursting your bladder or even your bowels, because even though your digestive system shuts down when you sleep it only does so for a certain number of hours. Maybe you could sleep for 14 or 17 hours, which is what a baby sleeps, but 90 seems excessive to me even if you do not consume drinks or food before doing so”

"It's an expression, Reid" you laughed, but without the intention of making him feel bad for having answered you that way. Sometimes it was necessary to explain to him that you weren't being serious, as obvious as this seemed.

"You can sleep through the whole trip" he argued and although you still had your eyes closed you assumed that he had shrugged "I'll wake you up if you start snoring"

"I don't snore!" you defended yourself, playfully smacking him on the arm and hearing him laugh. Somehow watching him led you to remember a chain of events ending in the package you had carefully stowed in your bag and you almost jumped out of your seat the next second: "Wait, I just remembered something" you reported and went to the baggage area to rummage through your suitcase, taking just a few minutes to be back in your seat “I bought you this”

"Me?" he asked in disbelief. The others were on their own business enough to notice your conversation, making the moment a bit more private.

“I looked at it and just thought of you. Although I don't know if you're going to like it” you said shyly, handing him something wrapped in a paper bag with a store sticker on it. You had found the gift when you went shopping for your clean outfit and a part of you had been anxious all day to be able to give it to him to watch his reaction.

Reid looked at it curiously and handled it carefully, as if he were afraid it would fall apart in his fingers, until he managed to open it and took a piece of cloth from it.

"A scarf?"

“I saw you in one the other day and I thought you might like them. You know, you always wear your vests under your coats and your ties and you're always overdressed, but in a cute way” you laughed, while you pointed your hands at your body pretending to touch the pieces of his outfit "But it's okay if you don't want to wear it"

"No! I mean yes. I want to use it” he reassured you. Spencer held it out to look at it more carefully: it was purple, a stripe in the middle of patterned colored rhombuses intertwined with some embroidery of branches with leaves in black. "Did you know that the color purple is related to royalty because of how difficult it was to obtain the pigment before the Christian era? It is obvious that artificial dyes didn’t exist at that time, so everything they dyed the fabrics with had to be obtained from nature and that particular tone was quite difficult to obtain because it came from Bolinus brandaris, an extremely rare species of sea snail. To obtain 1 gram of this substance it is necessary to have 10,000 snails. And that gram was barely enough to dye a small piece. Its value and the difficulty in mass-producing it is due to the fact that the substance obtained had to be left to dry in the sun for a very precise time to be used later. Half a kilo of wool dyed in that color cost what would now be equivalent to around 300,000 euros,” he said, still holding the scarf as he rambled on. "It is also related to liturgical attire, it symbolizes power, wisdom, and is the perfect combination between the energy of red and the calm of blue”

“Oh yeah, I… I knew all that before I bought it, I didn't choose it just because I think purple brings out your eyes” you blatantly lied, making your friend laugh tenderly.

“What I meant to say is that I like it” he added, a little embarrassed by the smile and attention with which you had been observing him. You always did that when he wandered off, leaving him helpless and not knowing how to react.

"You said it has to do with wisdom, right?" you exclaimed and he nodded gently "Do you think there's some weird psychological reason why my brain knew that and linked it to you or was it just a coincidence?"

"Well, it's hard to explain..." he began to say, turning a little in his seat to be closer to you and begin a long explanation about the connections that our brain creates with things and people.

You were completely exhausted but you didn't have the heart to stop him from saying anything he had to say and you listened intently as much as your body would allow, until eventually you were lulled to sleep by the sound of Spencer's soft voice. When he stopped hearing your hums he realized that you had already fallen asleep and he moved your body carefully until you were completely reclining on the chair, so that when you woke up the physical pain of sleeping on the plane would be less. He, for his part, stayed in the seat next to you sheltered your rest, and at some point ended up asleep too.

The day after she came back from Miami, Spencer was already wearing the scarf you gave him. He had matched it with a brown coat, a vest in a darker shade of purple than the scarf, and a white shirt that together made him look perfect. Also, his well-brushed straight hair fell to the side and his tanned skin looked particularly clean.

You didn’t need to tell him anything because the smile you gave him when you looked him up and down was reason enough for him to be flattered and also proud to receive your approval. All day you watched him, a bit for the garment and a bit for the very pleasure of admiring him, and you noticed that he frequently checked that everything about him looked good, as if he was trying to impress you. Every time he spoke he avoided looking at you, only at you, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

The day after that he used it too and the next day and the next, to the point where it was strange to see him go anywhere without it, as if it had become a part of him. After a week, while they waited in the boardroom, Elle finally had the courage to face the situation and ask Spencer why the particular choice for something for everyday use.

"It's that his girlfriend gave it to him" answered Morgan, before the brunette could say anything.

"What? No! Y/N is not my girlfriend” he said, completely embarrassed and making sure with his eyes that you weren't around to hear that.

"Oh, now I understand" JJ joined the conversation.

"You understand what?"

“You are always taking care that it doesn’t get dirty or stained”

"Yes, I don't like my clothes to get ruined"

"But more so if it's something his girlfriend gave him" insisted Morgan and in a fit that no one expected Spencer took a ball of paper and threw it at his face. That just got a collective laugh.

"I just like it. That's all”

"We all know you like her, Reid," added Hotch, who had kept quiet thus far and didn't even look up from the files. He flushed red to the ears as the rest of the team shared another laugh, and just seconds later you and Gideon walked through the door.

"Good morning"

"Good morning" answered the others, like school children before the arrival of a teacher. There was one seat left next to Morgan that Gideon took and that forced you into the only remaining chair between Elle and Spencer.

“Did I miss something interesting?” you murmured, leaning into him and smiling close to his face.

"No" he replied kindly, feeling your gaze drop from his eyes.

"Your scarf," you said, reaching out your hands to move it a little around his neck "It was out of place"

Everyone else, except for Gideon, shared knowing glances and stifled giggles as they watched the nervous way he thanked you. It didn't help too much that for the entire meeting you were completely distracted looking at your partner next to you, making the whole team wonder when the two of you were finally going to end up kissing.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jason gideon #JJ #penelope garcía

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thelonelyempath · 1 year

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Soft Prompts

1. “Your eyes are so beautiful.”

2. “You’re safe here. Always.”

3. “Can I kiss you?”

4. “Were you sleeping?”

5. “You’re adorable.”

6. “When I have my head on your chest, I can hear your heartbeat. It sounds beautiful.”

7. “There’s that smile!”

8. “I- nothing...it’s just...you’re so pretty.”

9. “I love you.”

10. “It’s so nice to hear you laughing again.”

11. “You trust me, don’t you?”

12. “I don’t know where my favorite place to kiss you is. I just like kissing you.”

13. “Did you really think I was gonna let you leave without a hug?”

14. “I’m proud of you.”

15. “I’m glad I can make you feel safe.”

16. “You’ve been looking at me like that all day. Something on your mind?”

17. “No, stay.”

18. “Anything for you, my love.”

19. “You have a nice voice. It’s soothing.”

20. “I don’t ever want to lose you.”

21. “You make me feel whole.”

22. “I found what I’m looking for with you.”

23. “You’re precious to me.”

24. “Don’t hide your face, darling. I want to see you.”

25. “If you’re happy then I’m happy.”

26. “I’m glad I have you.”

27. “Words aren’t enough for how much I love you.”

28. “I could spend hours counting all your freckles. And I would enjoy every second of it.”

29. “I’m never gonna forget this moment.”

30. “You’re so cute when you wake up and your hair’s all messy.”

31. “Of course I like it. I like anything you make.”

32. “I can’t wait to kiss you.”

33. “How did I get lucky enough to have the best girlfriend/boyfriend/partner in the world?”

34. “That actually kinda hurt. But I love you, so I’ll let it slide.”

35. “Wanna hold my hand?”

36. “Aw, you’re cold. Come here, baby. Let me warm you up.”

37. “Anything I can do to make you feel better?”

38. “Do you remember our first kiss?”

39. “I’m here for you.”

40. “I’ll always love you no matter what.”

#prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #otp prompts #soft prompts #soft otp prompts #soft sentence starters

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raainberry · 2 months

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Nighttime Serenade

« Silly Series - 14 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - quiet nights and cuddles, doesn’t get better than this

wordcount - 664

A/N - rain got me inspired, not proofread bc its late i can literally feel the bags coming to life under my eyes. enjoy!

The slight panic Sana felt when you shifted your body on top of hers… Her sleepy eyes were suddenly wide and alert as she thought about you leaving her embrace.

It was a frightening possibility. It had barely been an hour since you’d sneaked into her arms in search of some comfort after a long day, but it was getting late. If you wanted to get to bed, she’d understand although she wouldn’t be all for it.

Your presence, the warmth and love you gave her were things she missed all day. She hated when your free days didn’t line up, leaving her alone with only thoughts and cravings with your name on them. The hours between your lips on her forehead in the morning and your soft, gentle kisses on her cheek in the evening seemed to stretch into infinity.

Tomorrow was her turn to leave you behind for the day. She liked to think your clinginess tonight was motivated by that thought. She hoped the small strokes of your palm, the delicate touches of your fingertips against her skin was a way for you to appreciate the few hours you had left in her company.

Her eyes kept looking up at the time displayed right underneath the TV, and she had to hold herself back from laughing at her own behavior. How much more obsessed could she be… You were in her arms, as close as you could be, yet she was already missing you.

Her gaze slipped away from the screen to find you every once in a while. The sight of your head resting on her stomach put a smile on her lips. She couldn’t see why nor how it could be as comfortable as you claimed, but she’d never complain. Easy access to your hair, random kisses, your soft breathing against her skin whenever her clothing allowed it… why would she complain?

A small hum resonated from your chest as her fingers gently pulled on a few strands of your hair, brushing them out of your eyes. The gesture alone could put you to sleep if she did it long enough. That was exactly what you wanted to avoid, but it didn’t mean you wanted her to stop.

So you focused on the TV, suddenly remembering about its existence.

The variety show you’dsettled on out of laziness to switch channels turned out to be more perfect than anything you could have willingly picked. Entertaining enough to share a few laughs, each other’s favorite sounds, but not interesting enough to make you forget about this moment you wanted to cherish.

Sana’s occasional giggles caused your head to bounce a few times, and as much as you loved to see her happy, came a time where your comfort just wasn’t negligible.

You lifted yourself off of her, unknowing and oblivious to her dismay as you went to find rest against her chest.

Relief washed over her when she realised you weren’t going anywhere. She bit her smile back at the familiar feeling of your hair tickling her neck, and her arms wrapped themselves around your back. A sudden surge of love pushed her to squeeze you closer, and your view on the screen was now blocked as her cheek was squished against your forehead.

“I love you.” She mumbled, her voice just above a whisper. You smiled at the words. You couldn’t get over them, no matter how much she said them. Whichever way she let them out, whenever she let you know, they seemed to have the same effect on you.

Warmth, from your chest to your veins. One that put your heart at ease. Your mind at peace.

“I love you too.” You sighed out, content and hopeful of the words making her feel the same way.

Sana smiled at the serenity you’d granted her, and pressed her lips on top of your head in a soft peck before training her eyes back on the TV.

Hopefully the night hours will take their time, stretch out as much as the day’s had.

#sana x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #kpop x reader #twice sana #minatozaki sana #sana fluff

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barbieaiden · 10 months

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2. Aiden: [Deep breath]

3. Aiden: Fuck.

4. Sam: For future reference, please, please, use butter. You're ruining my pans.

Aiden: Ooooh. That's why it ended up like this.

Sam: How—How did you forget?

Aiden: I mean, you should be impressed I even made something semi-edible.

Sam: ...sure.

5. Aiden: You slept longer than usual.

Sam: A whole six hours.

Aiden: That must be a record.

6. Sam: You shouldn't have done this. I can make my own breakfast.

Aiden: Well, I wanted to do it for you.

Sam: Yes, but—

Aiden: Making breakfast isn't going to kill me, I promise. If the doctor people say it's fine, it probably is.

7. Sam: But if you're also going to work... I just don't think you should overexert yourself.

Aiden: Making half-assed breakfast was not that strenuous.

Sam: You're serving me "half-assed breakfast"?

8. Aiden: Well, I mean, the bread is really dry, the pancakes are rubbery, and the coffee is probably bitter, but it was made with love. Enjoy.

Sam: Shut up, Aiden. It's perfect.

Aiden: You're so cute when you lie straight to my face.

9. Sam: I mean it. The pancakes aren't nearly as rubbery as they look.

Aiden: So I'm pretty much a professional chef now.

Sam: I wouldn't go that far.

10. Aiden: Did you sleep well?

Sam: Sort of. Are you sure you're able to work?

Aiden: I feel fine, really. Worst case scenario I'll go to the ER and Jordan will take care of me.

Sam: Comforting.

11. Aiden: I feel fine. Really. I'd tell you if I weren't.

Sam: Would you?

Aiden: Yeah. For sure.

Sam: Mhm.

12. Aiden: Seriously, I feel so trapped, you know? I'm going to lose my mind if I don't get to actually do things again. Not that I mind hanging out with you 24/7, but I'd like to go outside too. Breathe real air.

Sam: I understand.

13. Sam: Are you leaving already?

Aiden: Sorry. I'll go grocery shopping on my way home, do you need anything?

Sam: Didn't I just tell you to not overexert yourself?

14.

Aiden: You know what, just text me a list of everything you need.

Sam: Aiden...

15.

Aiden: Have a good day I'll see you late love you byyyyyye.

16.

Sam: I love you too.

#sam in the last pic perfectly illustrates what i'm feeling posting this lmao #idk what i'm doing so don't judge me too harshly pls<3 #ts4 story #lost #lost: sam #lost: aiden

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jeongintwenty3 · 1 year

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promise

pairing: bangchan x gn!reader

genre: hurt comfort

summary: trying to take care of your boyfriend caused an arguement to occur.

warnings: rude remarks, tears

author’s note: based on an annonie’s request! i hope this is what you were referring to (: enjoy the story as usual, don’t forget to leave me some asks, requests or anything in the ask box!

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“That doesn’t seem like eating to me, Chris,” you claimed, surprised seeing him throwing away the paper bag you left for him just hours prior. It was still sealed, he hasn’t eaten. To be honest? You kinda expected it — the pale skin and dry lips give it away, the fact that he hasn’t been taking care of himself as he’s supposed to.

“If you’re not going to eat it, then at least give it to someone else, you know? Not everyone has the—”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep, maybe it was the soreness spreading through his back, maybe it was the burnout thrumming in his head — “Do you mind shutting up?” he spat, his emotions got the best of him. Chris was at high tensions the past month, the pressure from work getting unbearable.

You flinched at his tone, this isn’t the Chris you knew. You thought he’d stop his hurtful sayings, but you thought wrong.

“I’d love it if you’d just given me space. Let me work in peace alright? I have enough on my plate and I don’t need to be constantly pestered — I know what I’m doing. Just go home or something, don’t add my burdens,” even though his tone as calm, it was infused with much venom that pierced through your heart. You just want to take care of him, is that so wrong? Having enough of his habits, you decided to speak up — there’s no way in hell he’s stepping all over you like this.

“How dare you, Chris? Not everyone is privileged to have someone that takes care of them even if things get too much. If I’m that much of a burden, let’s call things off,” you retailitated, having none of his claims. Taking off the ring that was secured in your middle finger, you gave it back to him. Trying so hard to fight back the tears that welled up for the nth time tonight, you said, “You hurt me, Chris. Not just with your words, but with your absence too,” and with that, you left and drove off.

Chris exhaled, seeing the ring at the palm of his hands. It’s been a few months since the pair got engaged, but work only seemed to double just by then. He nibbled on his lower lip, the guilt finally sinking in. Chris did realize, he’d been not going home for the past 14 days, not to mention the many unread texts and miscalls from his one and only. Rubbing the gold band, he thought pretty well about what he should do.

“You fucked up, you realize that, right?” a voice bellowed across the hallway. Chris looked up, his eyes meeting Changbin’s figure. Rubbing the nape of his neck, Chris shot him a sad smile — “I can finish up, just go before it’s too late,” Changbin instructed. Curtly nodding, Chris took his stuff and left the building as well.

The house was empty, even the lights were off. Something was odd, Chris thought to himself. Prodding quietly up the stairs, he noticed the guest room’s door slightly agape. A faint light was shining through the gap which prompted him to enter the premises quietly

There you sat on the corner of the bed, rummaging through the many love letters Chris has gifted her from the past five years they have been together. Chris smiled at the sight, his heart chipping seeing the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

Chris knocked on the door, to alert you of his presence. You wiped your tears quickly, hating to present yourself like this in front of anyone. However, the pain in your heart didn’t seem to subside anytime soon, causing you to dig your nails to the palm of your hand — a habit that never seem to die down since your teenage years.

Noticing you were fizzing from anger and hurt causing you to shake, Chris engulfed you in a hug; his two arms securing your back and shoulder. You rebelled against his actions, his words replaying in your mind like an annoying melody. You tried everything you could to release yourself but it didn’t do anything

After a good three minutes of you trying to keep your guard up, the sobs finally broke, causing Chris to rub your back gently.

“What am I doing wrong, Chris? Why are you like this?” you cried, looking right at his two eyes, pain evident in both of yours.

“It’s not you, baby. I’m sorry, I’m very, very sorry,” he apologized profusely, knowing that the damage is irreversible — but he’s going to try everything he can to make it up to his beloved.

“Please stay with me, I can’t do this without you,” Chris pleaded, soothing your sides; you identified a teardrop dancing around his waterline.

“No, Chris. You can, it seems like you’ve been doing just fine without me,” you argued, his words stabbed that very delicate place of your heart.

“I can’t and I don’t want to do anything without you. I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t know what I was thinking, the stress got the best of me and I know it’s not a valid excuse. You didn’t deserve any of those words but please, please, let me make it up to you,” Chris said, tucking away the hairs that fell upon your frame.

You broke away from his gaze, eyes still teary. You know he’s genuine, he’s always been like that from the start. Taking a glimpse of the letters scattered on the bed, you took a deep breathe, letting out a small okay.

“You don’t have to forgive me now, take all the time you need, yeah? I never meant any of those words, you’re everything but a burden. You always take care of him, ground me when things get too much, remind me of my roots, thank you for being here with me,” he continued, swiping away the residue of tears using the pad of his thumbs. Poor Chris, too caught up on his love for you to not realize he’s rambling. Your fingers went up and played with his curls, signalling him to come back.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“Chris, I get it. It’s okay, really,” you tried to reassure his mind who seemed to go at 180 kilometers per hour.

“No! It’s not okay, I hurt you and I’m not supposed to do that,”

“And you apologized, it’s okay Chris,” you offered him a small smile. Taking your hands into his, he rubbed the area that was reddening due to your nail digging. He felt like the worst person in the world seeing those marks.

“May I?” he asked, holding out the gold band to put it right back where it belongs.

Nodding, you watched as the band slipped onto your finger — it felt like a piece of you was restored. Kissing your hand, he pulled you into another hug.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he mumbled, kissing the top of your head — this man could never get enough of you.

“Promise me one more thing?”

Chris moved his head away, eyes focused on your face.

“Promise me to never, ever lash out on anyone, yeah? Let me be the last person to ever experience that side of you. Come to me when it gets too much, I’m more than happy to attend to your matters, okay?”

“Okay, baby. I’m sorry,”

“You know, the time you’re using to say sorry could’ve been used to make up the kisses I haven’t been receiving as often.”

And with that, Chris giggled, leaning in and capturing your lips into a passionate kiss. Even though the kiss was slightly salty due to the remenants of tears that streamed down, it was the sweetest thing Chris has ever tasted for the first time for quite some time.

#stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #skz fluff #skz imagines #skz #skz x reader #bangchanblurbs #bangchanfluff #bangchan #bang chan angst #bang chan imagines

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earthtoharlow · 3 months

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Flashing Lights

14) In The Moment

Jack Harlow x Singer!OC

Series Masterlist

“Maryse Monet, are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

Maryse continued chewing on the end of her ink pen nervously. It’s been two days since she’s spoken to Jack. All she could think about was how they ended things. The longer they went without talking the worse the situation was going to get especially with them both going on tour on opposite sides of the world.

Her thoughts were broken when CoCo started snapping her fingers in her face. “Huh?”

She watched as her manager just sighed before pulling up a chair and sitting right beside her. “Alright girl, what’s going on? You’ve been staring into space for an hour now looking like a sad puppy left on the porch.”

Maryse just groaned and put her head into her arms on the table in front of them. “Do you think I prioritize work over my personal relationships?” She muttered into her arm.

“Girl, you have gotta speak up.”

She sat up looking CoCo in the eyes and repeated herself. “Do you think I prioritize work over my personal relationships? And be honest with me.”

“Yes.” Coco said quickly without hesitation, making Maryse gasp softly.

“What the hell—“

CoCo held up her hand to stop her, “Look you know I’m always going to be honest with you so listen to me alright.”

Maryse sat back in her seat with her arms around herself as CoCo continued.

“I’m going to start out by saying that you’re a very hard worker, you eat, sleep, and breathe this studio. I always know I can find you here. As a manager I love that about you…” Maryse watched as CoCo tried to gather her thoughts

“But as a friend and someone who cares about you, sometimes I think you forget that you’re allowed to have fun, not everything needs to be work work work.”

Maryse couldn’t help but stop her there. “I know I’m allowed to have fun but my career is very important to me, it could go away any second.”

CoCo let her finish before speaking again. “Your career won’t be in jeopardy if you take a break from the studio, and hang out with your boyfriend or travel to see him for a couple of days.”

She knew Maryse wasn’t going to like what she said next. “Nate has unfortunately done a number on you.” Maryse immediately narrowed her eyes at her manager. “What do you mean by that?”

“You forget that I was around when things got really bad. I remember him telling you that you’d never amount to anything in this industry, and that he would make sure of it. When you guys eventually broke up for good you threw yourself into work because you felt like music was the only thing you had, but Maryse that’s not the case anymore.”

Maryse’s eyes started watering as CoCo put everything in perspective. “You have someone who loves and supports you. This relationship won’t survive if you both don’t prioritize each other and actually open up to one another. You have to find that balance between work and your relationship. I know you said that Jack hasn’t been himself lately. You guys need to have a lengthy discussion that doesn’t involve snapping at one another.”

Maryse knew everything CoCo was saying was right, she always tried to push everything Nate put her through to the side but now it was starting to affect her current relationship. Jack didn’t deserve that all. She needed to talk to him asap.

“Thank you, CoCo.” Reaching out and giving her manager and long time friend a hug. She needed this eye opening conversation more than anything. CoCo squeezed her tight before letting go.

“Anytime, now you don’t have anything scheduled for the next couple days. Go surprise that man!” CoCo told her.

Maryse nodded before rushing out the studio to go home and pack. Once she got in her car she texted Urban letting him know she was getting the first flight to France and not to say anything to Jack.

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Jack was having a hard day or rather a hard week. It’s been days since his argument with Maryse and they still haven't made up. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his mind.

The longer they went without talking the harder it was to concentrate on his performances. He kept replaying the argument in his head wondering if he said too much or too little. The distance both physically and emotionally was eating at him, the ache in his chest getting worse with each passing moment.

He was in the city of love with some of his favorite people and he couldn’t even enjoy it because he wasn’t with the love of his life. An overwhelming sense of loneliness started to creep around him. He was yearning for a chance to see Maryse and hold her.

Jack knew he needed to apologize to Maryse, the weight of the negative reviews hung heavy over his head like a dark cloud. Frustration had been bubbling within him and without realizing it he let criticism seep into his interactions.

His thoughts were cut short momentarily when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed in disappointment as it was just Nemo wishing him a good show and to keep his foot on necks and not let the world forget him.

Jack stood as Neelam knocked on his trailer door letting him know he was to be on stage in 15. 15 minutes suddenly felt like 5 minutes, and before he knew it he was on stage. The roar of the fans masked the turmoil within him. Music flowed from him but his only thoughts were of Maryse. Their argument still lingered casting another shadow over his performance as he tried to be as present as possible.

As Jack looked out into the sea of faces, he desperately wished that she was there. The cheers suddenly felt distant, the applause hollow as he continued yearning for the comfort of Maryse's presence.

When the crowd started singing the lyrics of Poison; a song he wrote for Maryse back at him, he found himself silently pleading for a chance to make amends. In that moment the spotlight felt more isolated than ever, even the cheers couldn’t distract him from wanting to seek forgiveness.

Jack almost felt bad for ending his set a few minutes early but he needed to get back to his hotel room. As he stepped off stage the adrenaline was still running through his veins. Lost in his thoughts he was taken aback when he turned the corner and found Maryse standing there, a hopeful look in her eyes. A mix of surprise and relief washed over him as the noise from the crowd faded into the background as they continued to stare at each other.

“I couldn’t spend another day without talking to you.” Maryse admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. Jack walked closer to her, almost not believing she was standing there in front of him. He felt speechless as he opened his mouth to figure out what to say. All he could do was pull her into a tight hug, daring anyone to pull them apart.

“I missed you.” Maryse whispered into his chest, her voice mixed with sincerity and longing. Jack hugged her tighter, the warmth of her presence eased his mind as he was plugged with his thoughts the whole performance. “I missed you more.” He admitted almost desperately. He needed her to know that he missed her more than anything.

Jack couldn’t stop himself as he pulled her into a kiss, he didn’t care that they were still standing backstage with people around. This kiss was a silent promise to set aside the argument for the time being. Breaking away, Maryse gave him another small smile. “Let’s talk after you’ve showered, okay? I just want to be with you right now.” Jack nodded as he held her hand as they headed back to his trailer to grab his things and make their way to his hotel room.

When they got back to the hotel room, Jack immediately hopped in the shower promising not to take long. Maryse got comfortable taking off her shoes and jacket while she waited for him. She was nervous to have this conversation scared it would turn into another disagreement.

As promised Jack was out of the shower soon and sat next to Maryse on the bed. It was silent for a moment before Maryse spoke first. “I want you to know how sorry I am.” She began, sounding genuinely regretful.

Jack sat and listened. “Sometimes, it feels like you prioritize your career over us.” He admitted, his vulnerability laying bare. Maryse took a deep breath and grabbed his hand gently, “I never want you to feel that way. My career matters, but so do you. I’ll work on finding a better balance.”

Wanting to apologize for his behavior he opened up to Maryse as well. “This is all so different to me. I’m not used to dating someone who’s just as busy as I am. In the past, it was easier – plans could change on the fly. But with our schedules, it’s challenging.”

Maryse listened, already sensing he was mentally struggling trying to figure out how they were going to balance work and their relationship. “I get it, we’re going to figure it out, okay. We can find a middle ground.”

Jack nodded, already feeling a lot better after talking it over with her. He already felt lighter, but he knew there was one more thing he needed to apologize for. They were cuddling in bed now, “I owe you an apology.” He began, remorse in his eyes. “Before our argument, I had been distant and that wasn’t fair to you.”

He watched as she nodded. “I understand, but can you help me understand why?”

Jack glanced at her, contemplating whether to open up. Now was the perfect time and yet, the words seemed locked behind a wall of pride. The desire to shield her from his struggles battled with the need for support. He didn’t want to share the weight of the criticism of his album onto her, the pressure to maintain a facade of strength held him back.

He hesitated before talking again, “It’s been a crazy few months with appearances after appearances and I let it affect us. I’m sorry for not communicating that sooner and pulling away.”

Maryse appreciated the apology but couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to the story. Choosing to be patient, she decided to ignore the subtle signs for now, hoping that in time he would feel comfortable enough to open up and share the feelings he was holding back.

After the heartfelt apologies they decided to break free from each others arms and explore Paris as it was now dark outside. They walked the streets catching up while indulging in greasy fast food at a corner bistro, sharing fries with one another. The laughter they shared replaced the tension that had been created over the last couple weeks. Their eyes met, exchanging a silent acknowledgment that the storm had passed.

Making their way to the Eiffel Tower, Jack couldn’t help but marvel at the breathtaking sight. Almost captivated by the glow surrounding her, it was like Maryse outshone everything. A smile spread across his face as he gazed at her, realizing just how fortunate he was to have her by his side.

Unable to contain his emotions, he gently cupped Maryse’s face and gave her a lingering kiss beneath the sparking lights. “No matter what happens, I want you to know that I will always love you.” Jack whispered, a promise that they could get through anything. Maryse shared the sentiment by pulling him into another kiss.

Pulling away she tugged on his arm as they walked closer to Eiffel Tower. “Babe, you have to take photos of me in front of it!” Maryse practically begged. All he could do was chuckle back, enjoying her enthusiasm and took out his phone. After he snapped a couple shots, Maryse smiled down impressed.

“Watch out, Urban Wyatt! You should quit being a rapper and become a photographer!” She teases, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Nothing I want more than to get paid to just take pictures of how beautiful you are.” Maryse as always couldn’t help but playfully gag and cringe. Jack grinned, enjoying her reaction. He missed this.

With a mischievous grin, he swept her off her feet and lifted her over his shoulders, playfully spinning her around. Maryse squealed in surprise, laughter bubbling up as she wrapped her arms around his neck. They ignored the bemused looks from strangers as they enjoyed their night, happy to be spending time together again.

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Jungkook's GOLDEN moment

Or, the media journey of our Golden Boy's debut album, and what it all means.

This post grew out of a question that popped into my head a couple of days ago.... "what are we really getting on 3 November?"

Sometimes ADHD is a blessing. Other times it's a curse. It all depends on your perspective.

I was going to write a few words - just share an idea - but part of my day job is getting the facts right (and doing the research and validating information) so what started as a quick idea has grown into a long, long story.

As I said, ADHD can be a blessing. I may have resorted to cutting my own hair yesterday because I keep forgetting to make an appointment with the barber, but I can go without food or sleep if something sparks my curiosity. And this has. And the good news is, I'm sharing all that with whoever wants to read it. The other good news is that fortunately, hair grows back.

So I suggest you either grab a snack and get comfortable, or skip to the end to read my conclusion. Because in Tumblr, as in life, my ability to talk nonstop for hours about random shite is unmatched.

Where did all this begin?

When did we first hear about Jungkook's debut solo album? I believe the original announcement came from the annual forecast/investment report documents, which I found out about via tw in May this year.

Jungkook's album was officially forecast for release in the fourth quarter according to the HYBE and Hanwha Investment report.

We were all thrilled and excited! I certainly was.

JK's voice is the aural equivalent of an ice cream sundae - refreshingly cool and softly warm, and multi-layered with all the fancy toppings. He can do pop-sugar sprinkles, he can do fancy slivered almonds, he can do spicy peaches in brandy, lit on fire.

His voice flows into your ears, sweet and hot, just like him.

It was good news but not surprising. Because by the time that report came out we had already had albums (or news of albums) from Hobi, Namjoon, Jiminie and Yoongles. We had figured out they were all going release something. It would have been odd if Jungkook DIDN'T join his bandmates in this. ARMY knows he's a prolific and talented songwriter from way back. He's been writing and producing songs for BTS's albums from as far back as 2015. With instant ARMY favourites like Still With You, Decalcomania, and Your Eyes Tell to his name, Jungkook's album was an exciting prospect.

In June and July, rumours about the album surfaced:

On 4 June, Korean news website Sports Chosun, released an article about Jungkook's debut album - claiming the release date as 14 July. The article toted an English song on the album as 'a huge hit'.

BigHit responded, slapping the news website on the wrist and stating that THEY would make announcement when the release date was confirmed.

ARMYs and everyone else lit up the ether with chatter about the announcement, but where many news sites were simply regurgitating the Sports Chosun article, we were wondering where they got that information, and why they were talking about this English song being a hit as though that would be something new for a BTS song.

Um... do you know BTS?

Fast forward to 14th July... and the release of SEVEN (ft Letto).

A single, not an album, but it was HUGE.

Most ARMYs loved it but some were shocked... at the revelation that their darling Jungkookie is in fact a horny young man who enjoys pleasures of the flesh. And thank god he does, honestly, because the thought of his youth and beauty being wasted on abstinence is devastating to me. He works too hard not to enjoy a good fuck - hopefully seven days a week.

We all know the explicit version had a few people clutching their pearls and petticoats, but on the whole the reception was good. SEVEN (ft Letto!) sailed majestically to the top of the charts all across the globe and settled in alongside Like Crazy as a long term resident on the Billboard Hot 100.

Jungkook travelled abroad for the promos (with Jimin) and sang his song everywhere from New York to London.

But he also visited us, often.

He made time to chat for hours with ARMY, telling us how much we mean to him, and how he has decided to trust himself, and how he hopes WE would trust him too. He told us over and over that he has decided to do what he wants. That this is what he wants. That he hopes we love it.

It was clear he was having a lot of fun with SEVEN.

The MV, and the making of the MV, were a hit in themselves, and we got to see JK's acting chops (clearly SO MUCH better than Yoongi's he told us).

And then came more news about the album...

It wasn't long after that, only three days in fact, before another article about his upcoming album surfaced. This time it was on the (apparently very factually reliable) music news site, Hits Daily Double.

The article sat strangely askew for many ARMYs. For OT7 fans of BTS it felt more than a little off.

From the opening sentence...

Jung Kook's "Seven" f/Latto (HYBE/Geffen) set records in its first 24 hours on Spotify.

...to the brazenly competitive comparisons with BTS and the other members achievements, the tone of the article was smug and divisive and frankly not very Bangtan.

For a short puff piece, it managed to put a good half of the fandom's nose out of joint. I have no doubt that was the intention, that it aimed to sow dissent and push JK ahead of his members in ARMY's - and the world's - eyes. We weren't mad at JK - far from it - we could see right through the writer's intent. And we knew who was behind it...

Enter stage left: The Villain, Scrotum Balls

"HYBE Chairman Bang Si-Hyuk's trust in HYBE America CEO Scooter Braun is continuing to pay off. Braun found the song and connected Jung Kook with the Grammy-winning Producer of the Year he reps, Andrew Watt."

Did SB write this bollocks himself?? What a twat, seriously.

But wait, there's more...

"Those involved with Jung Kook's forthcoming debut album, which will be an all-English effort, are very bullish on the project and see it as a pivotal moment in the BTS solo campaign. Jung Kook's embrace of sexuality and profanity is giving new life to BTS fans..."

This is where it all starts going a little pear shaped. I can almost see the smile melting off Jungkook's face as he read this article.

Not a word about the themes this album would explore, or the music itself, or even a word from the artist. Just SB crowing about the 'project' that those involved were so bullish about.

In other articles on this site from the same time, Jungkook is referred to as an alumnus of BTS, and the erstwhile bandmate of V. Both of these terms insinuate that he has left BTS, which is very misleading.

At that point, some of us were very worried. It was starting to look like Jungkook himself was the project - a little project for SB to use as a self promotion tool. The sacrificial lamb he was going to offer to the gods of commercial radio and the plastic world of pop stardom to redeem himself for the absolute fucking mess he made when he tied up his label's artists with red tape and held them hostage.

Did anyone watch the movie TAR?

Spoiler alert, but the main character Lydia's attempts to regain her influence after she destroyed her own empire, are not dissimilar to SB's. The only way she could rise from the ashes after figuratively burning her house to the ground, was to reinvent herself in a new environment. She started over, with her trademark ego-driven confidence not dented in the least, believing herself the ultimate maestro as she took on a new project to mould into her image of success.

The parallels are uncanny.

Moving on...

Suchwita with Jungkook was revealing, in that it revealed nothing...

Specifically the nothing that had happened with the mini album!

Jungkook said he hadn't started working on the album, he was still searching single #2. He said after the second single he would release a mini album in November.

"Are the songs for the album ready?" Yoongi asked.

"No" replied Jungkook, "I have to start working on them now."

At the time Suchwita was filmed, Jungkook had yet to start working on the songs for the mini album he was due to release in November.

In a previous Weverse live he also said he hadn't started working yet. He had no songs. The extended break was so good that he would have been happy to keep resting, until SEVEN came along.

Confirmed in the AUDACY interview in NY:

In his interview with Audacy (recorded around 14 July in NY) Jungkook's message was consistent with what he said to Yoongi.

There were 'no specifics set yet' when asked about an upcoming album... certainly no mention of ALL ENGLISH SONGS.

When asked "How do you want to make your solo work special and unique to you?" Jungkook responded that he didn't want to chase anything. That he 'wants everything to become special naturally, because he does his best.' He says SEVEN wasn't released because he had specific plans, it just happened. He wants the next song to come along naturally too.

That's a very different message from the brash, aggressively confident stance taken in the Hits Daily Double article - I think we we can safely assume they were SB's words - and it's also not shining a light on SB as the hero of the moment the way the article tried to do.

Jungkook had either not been briefed on SB's vision for the album, or he wasn't on board with it. Either way, the album was not mentioned again until early October.

Let's return to Suchwita and to Tae's interview.

*this is focused on the conversation about JK's album, no disrespect to our smooth operator.

"This album is the last solo album," says Yoongi.

When I watched this episode I first thought Yoongi was talking about the order that the Suchwita episodes were filmed, when he said Tae's album was the last. He clarified in the next sentence that he was talking about the release date.

"You're the last one," says Yoongi.

<<Wait... so what happened to JK's album?>>

"That's right. I feel so much pressure," continues Tae.

"Everyone was like, I don't want to be last," laughs Yoongi.

What Tae says next is pivotal:

"But if I didn't like it, I wouldn't have released it. I would have said I'm sorry, but I can't."

Oh really?

So THAT'S AN OPTION? He could say "No, I don't like it so I'm not releasing it."?!

They go on to talk about promotions for all the members and how they differed, as though everyone else has done all the promotions they have lined up, but all I can think about is...

Did Jungkook say NO to SB?

Maybe he hadn't agreed to anything when that Hits Daily Double article was published. Maybe SB shot his mouth off before JK had even listened to the songs he was proposing. Jungkook told us he's doing what he wants to do.

Maybe Jungkook didn't like the songs, or the direction the album was taking. Our Jungkook can be stubborn and he knows his worth. Maybe he said he didn't want to be SB's little project?

That would explain why we heard nothing else about his *All English*mini album. Between July and the announcement of the release date in early October, there wasn't even a whisper.

On 3 October, Hits Double Daily released a second article:

The tone of this release couldn't be more different from the first article.

No mention of SB

No mention of ALL ENGLISH

Jungkook is suddenly back in the BigHit stable, whereas before he was being associated with Hybe/Geffen

The source is clearly stated as BH

The forceful language of the first article is notably absent. This piece is purely factual, short and to the point.

Tags for this article are: JungKook, BTS, GOLDEN, BIGHIT. Compared to the first article which was additionally tagged with HYBE, Geffen, Scooter Braun, Bang Si-Hyuk, Andrew Watt.

This sentence: Jung is known as the “golden maknae” (“golden youngest”) of BTS. Suddenly Jungkook is back in BTS (as opposed to an alumnus of BTS). His status as the maknae also firmly grounds him in his Korean roots, a fact which was hardly mentioned in other articles. (and they got his name wrong ffs...)

There's also the MAJOR fact that unlike SEVEN, Jungkook is performing the debut of this album in Korea, not in the USA. That also says to me that SB is not involved (or less involved).

Other evidence of Jungkook's autonomy in this, is his unexpected performance of Still With You at the GCL concert. You could tell he was nervous, he lost his performance presence a little - standing awkwardly with his hand on his hip - and I think it was because there was something more at stake with that performance. All my fingers and toes are crossed for it's inclusion on the album.

Where does that leave us with GOLDEN?

My conclusion is that there has been some level of disagreement between SB and Jungkook about the album. And that Jungkook has stood his creative ground (YES!) and put some distance between himself and SB.

I fervently hope this is true.

Remember that Yoongi said Jungkook is the most talented musician he's ever met.

Yoongi, who I would trust with my soul even if he had horns and called himself the prince of darkness.

well that picture's kinda hot!

...

(I lost my train of thought thinking about Yoongi with horns)

Yes, Yoongi said that.

Yoongi who works with dozens and dozens of musicians including 6 of the most successful artists in the world...oh, and PSY.

The suggestion in the first article - that Jungkook's debut album was being designed with strategic market-oriented goals in mind - was so disturbing, when we know what a brilliant artist he is.

Sure it would be advantageous if Jungkook could access the networks and opportunities that come with an association with SB.

But if having an introduction to SB's circle means he's handcuffed to the strategic vision of a person who sees music as a corporate commodity, and Jungkook as a project, I truly hope he said 'I'll pass thanks.'

And let's not forget the album went from being a mini album (2-6 songs) to ELEVEN songs. In my minds eye I see Jungkook saying 'you think I can't come up with a whole album in two months? Hold my beer.'

Jungkook doesn't need SB to be successful...

He is after all...

THE GOLDEN MAKNAE

Here are the sources, if you want to see where this info came from...

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The two of you were watching The Little Mermaid when the clock struck midnight. Well, only you were, really, because Danielle had fallen asleep around half an hour ago.

Both of you had been struggling with a lack of sleep the past few days, trying to make the most of your time together.

You slightly tilted your head up to look at her after closing your laptop, eyes closed and deeply breathing in and out. You bit your lip and gently caressed her hair.

You pulled back and looked at the polaroids that you stuck on your wall, feeling a familiar burning sensation at the back of your eyes.

(“Let me take a photo of you,” you took out your camera. “I want to remember this.”

Danielle was always smiling, but whenever the topic of time or memories was brought up, it would always become a sad one. And you never liked that.

She shook her head. “There’s no point.”

You took a picture anyway. She looked pretty under the glow of the bar’s neon sign. “Why not?”

“I meant it when I said no trace of me will be left. Photos, recordings, anything I wrote, they’ll all be gone.”

“You never know.” You started to fan the polaroid before grabbing her hand and swinging it in an attempt to cheer her up as you both made your way back home. “It's worth a try.”)

You swallowed, trying to bury that lump in your throat along with everything else you were feeling. As you let out a shuddering breath, Danielle stirred awake, as if she could sense your sadness. Her eyes softened when she saw your teary eyes. You turned away.

“Come here,” she whispered, pulling you closer. You hesitated for a second before burying your face in her neck, desperately trying not to make any noise as you let the tears fall.

“I’m sorry.” There were so many words clawing at your throat. “You’re the one that’s going to be hurting, not me.”

She didn’t say anything for a while, only pulling you impossibly closer as you cried. All you could do was clutch onto her tightly — she was your anchor, and you wanted nothing more than to keep her here forever.

You know how much I love you, right? I don’t want you to leave.

Eventually, your cries settled down to small sniffles and hiccups. You could feel the lack of sleep catch up to you, not only weariness seeping through your bones, but also a hint of defeat, a resigned acceptance of what was to come.

“Are you tired?” Danielle asked softly. You savored how her voice tickled your ears.

“No,” you mumbled, voice raspy. Both of you knew that you were lying. I can't lose another minute with you.

“You need to sleep,” she spoke, still in the same mellow tone. “I’m tired, too.”

You shook your head stubbornly as you sat up, immediately missing the warmth of her. “There’s got to be something else we can do.”

“Y/n,” she said, grabbing your hand tenderly. “Please?”

You looked back at her. Her eyes were missing that usual brightness that you loved so much. You hesitantly lay back down again, letting Danielle guide you back into her arms. You loved how the two of you fit together, giving you that same feeling that you got when you finally clicked two puzzle pieces together.

“It’s not fair,” you muttered bitterly, clenching your jaw as you felt tears welling up again. You could feel the puffiness and swelling of your eyes. “They can’t take you away.”

“I know,” she bit her cheek, wiping away your tears. “But you’ll forget about the pain tomorrow.”

Your voice trembled as you spoke in between sniffles. “I don’t want to forget. Please don't go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmured, trying to convince you as much as herself. “Get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Your whole body felt heavy, eyes beginning to close out of pure exhaustion.

Maybe when I wake up, this will all just be one long nightmare.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“I love you,” you mumbled. That was the last thing you remember before succumbing to your fatigue.

You were brought back to consciousness by a gentle tap on your cheek, and you were about to roll over and continue sleeping until you remembered. It’s the last day.

You sat up frantically, and were met with Danielle’s eyes already on you. Your shoulders sagged as you let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re still here.”

“Of course I am,” she said, loosely twirling your hair. “It’s five in the morning. Thought it’d be a good idea to watch the sunrise together.”

“On the rooftop?”

She nodded with a faint smile.

Danielle waited for you on the couch as you brushed your teeth, trying not to make too much noise to not wake Minji up.

“Is it cold outside?” You asked, poking your head out into the hallway.

She peeked outside the window that was fogged up. “I think so.”

You finished washing up and grabbed a jacket, opening the door. “Let’s go.”

Nothing much happened on the way to the rooftop, the two of you relatively quiet as you both took in the chilly air. The city was still asleep, blanketed by a comforting silence, almost reverent, as if it was also preserving this moment.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been outside this early in the morning,” you said after a few minutes of silence, enjoying the way small clouds would puff out with every breath you exhaled. “Usually I’m in my room, panicking as I try to finish an essay.”

She hummed, swinging your intertwined hands. “Something about the early morning air makes me all warm and happy inside.”

“Yeah?” You glanced at her, smiling softly. “It’s starting to grow on me.”

You then reached a familiar spot, crouching down to fit through a hole in the bottom corner of a chain fence. You kept your hand at the top as Danielle made her way through as well.

You creaked open the door that had a glaring “DO NOT ENTER” sign, already propped open with a rock you had wedged in the doorway. You huffed as you stared up at the stairs that awaited you.

“Want a piggyback ride, you big baby?” She teased.

“Not a big baby,” you grunted as you started the arduous journey up the stairs. “It’ll warm me up.”

By the time you reached the top, your cheeks were flushed and breath heavy. “You’d think that it’d be easier after a while.”

She shot you an amused grin, leaning on the railing and basking in the little sunlight that was beginning to peek out. You moved closer to join her.

“I can't believe it’s already been two weeks,” Danielle sighed. Her nose was tinted red from the cold. You wanted to kiss it. “What was your favorite day?”

“My favorite day?” You repeated, memories of the past two weeks racing through your mind. “I don’t know. Every day brought something new.”

“So every day was your favorite?” She pretended to swoon. “Aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“Not what I said.”

“But that’s what you meant,” she nudged your foot with hers.

You chose not to reply. You felt the crisp breeze against your face, the cold metal of the railing biting the palm of your hand. You wondered if everything would still feel the same after this. You doubted it. How can I already miss someone who’s right in front of me?

“I wish we had more time,” you said, biting your lip.

“I don’t think any amount of time would be enough,” Danielle admitted with a breath after a while.

“Yeah,” you murmured in agreement. “It wouldn’t be.”

The sun was more visible now, casting a golden hue across the city. You’d never thought you’d see the day when a sunrise signified the end of something good. You wondered if God was watching you, laughing at your predicament.

“Why do you think God chose to approve of my wish?” You pondered aloud. “I’m sure there’s millions of people who wish for the same.”

“Who knows?” She shrugged. “God works in mysterious ways.”

“That supercomputer is a fine piece of work, though. They matched us up well.”

“Yeah,” she chuckled, barely audible. “We got along well. Maybe too well.”

You turned to watch Danielle, who was already watching you. “Who do you think will be your next human?”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t know. Hopefully someone that goes to your uni so I can catch glimpses of you.”

You tried to ignore the feeling of hopelessness that was eating away at you. “If that happens, don’t be a stranger. Maybe I’ll suddenly remember.”

She smiled wryly. “Maybe.”

The two of you bathed in the warmth of the sunrise and each other’s company until you started to complain about a leg cramp, making your way back home.

(Danielle had to piggyback you down the stairs and all the way home. Thank God for angel strength.)

Minji was noisily sipping on a small carton of chocolate milk when you both returned, eyes lighting up when the door opened.

“Morning, lovebirds,” she grinned. “Got something for you, Dani. Since you’re flying back today.”

“Really?” Danielle cooed. “You didn’t have to.”

“Hold on,” you raised your palm. “We’ve been roommates for, like, a year, and you’ve never gifted me anything.”

Minji rudely ignored your interruption, reaching into her pocket to pull out a wrinkled scrap of paper.

“Tada!”

“Wow,” Danielle gasped, taking it gingerly. “I love it!”

You squinted. “…Did you just give her a crumbled receipt?”

“No,” Minji huffed. “It’s a paper crane. Made out of a receipt.”

“Oh.”

“Thank you,” Danielle smiled, pulling Minji in for a hug. Minji stuck her tongue out at you as she rested her chin on Danielle’s shoulder. You rolled your eyes in response.

“No worries. You’re a better friend than Y/n ever was and will be,” Minji said when they separated. “If you fold nine hundred and ninety nine more, you’ll get a wish! Maybe you can wish to come back, or something.”

You and Danielle looked at each other in amusement, smiling at the irony of her words. “We’ll see.”

“Seriously though,” Minji pouted. “I’m gonna miss you a lot. Come back soon?”

“You’re gonna make me cry,” Danielle whined, pulling her in for another hug. “I’ll try my best.”

You tried not to get too sentimental at the sight of the two people you love the most hugging. The worst part is, you and Minji wouldn’t remember any of this.

“Not gonna miss you as much as someone else though,” Minji wiggled her eyebrows. You kicked her shin with your non-cramping leg. (“Ow!”)

“Next time I visit, you better have a girlfriend,” Danielle teased, lightly punching her shoulder.

“Yes ma’am,” Minji saluted. “That’ll be a piece of cake.”

You scoffed at the blatant lie, but your heart was fuzzy at how real this all felt. Even though you were both pretending, the idea that Danielle was permanent, that she would come back one day — it was nice to indulge in the fantasy for now.

“I have some friends back in Australia I could introduce you to,” Danielle giggled. “If you don’t mind long distance relationships.”

“Send all the cute ones to me,” Minji replied cheekily. “I’ll make them all fall for my irresistible charms.”

“Great,” you said dryly. “Maybe we can fly to Australia next time for a double date.”

“Yes!” Minji shook your shoulders. “I wanna go on a ‘Big Things’ road trip.”

“A what road trip?”

“Big Things? Australia has this thing where they just have random big structures of normal things. Like The Big Banana, The Big Merino. It’s a ‘thing’ to take a photo with all of them.”

“In what world is that fun or romantic?”

“In my world,” Minji folded her arms.

“Alright, casanova,” you snorted, massaging the cramp in your calf. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“Yeah,” she scratched her head awkwardly. “Signed up for this phở eating contest. I’m going after my morning run.”

You coughed in shock. “What?”

“Good luck!” Danielle squealed. “Get someone to record and send it.”

“Oh my god,” you rubbed your forehead in realization. “You’re just in it for the free food.”

“Yep,” Minji nodded, clearly pleased with herself. “I’ll be on my way now. Safe flight, Dani. Get Y/n to text me updates.”

She closed the door behind her.

You swiveled around to face Danielle. “What now?”

“What do you want to do?”

“You choose.”

She shook her head vehemently. “I always choose. You choose.”

“Let’s finish the cat puzzle?” You suggested. “Then we can just chill in bed and watch movies.”

“Sounds good,” she said, gently pulling you to your room.

The time together was well spent. Conversation flowed seamlessly, like all the other days, except that each sentence hung in the air a bit longer, seemingly weighed down by the inevitable. You clung onto every word that she said — onto the soft curl of her lip, the gleam in her eyes, the gentleness of her touch.

You tapped your phone to check the time, an attempt to stop yourself from falling asleep halfway through watching Ratatouille.

“It’s 11:11,” you noted after pausing the film. “What a coincidence.”

Danielle’s fingers that were playing with yours faltered for half a second. “Time flies by.”

You shifted to face her. “How about I grant you a wish this time?”

“Really?” Her lips curved up ever so slightly, and you were happy to see it.

“Yeah,” you hoisted yourself up with your elbow, resting your chin on your palm. “Anything you want.”

She stared at the ceiling in thought, which was now littered with glow in the dark star stickers. She had begged you to buy them when you were shopping for the costume festival.

After a few minutes, she broke the silence and declared, “My wish is for you to adopt that cat.”

It took a second for it to register. You laughed softly, “The weird orange one?”

“Yes,” she nodded firmly. “And name it Jerry. If it doesn’t already have a name, that is.”

“Okay,” you bit your lip. “Consider that done.”

She tilted her head. “Will you remember?”

“I will,” you vowed. “I promise.”

Danielle’s gaze lingered on you for a bit longer, as if searching for something, but you couldn’t read the emotions in her eyes. She sat up, a bittersweet smile on her face. You followed suit.

“It’s almost midnight,” she whispered. “Almost time.”

Your throat was dry. You tried to swallow down the feeling of dread that started to rise.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you said helplessly. That was all you could say, as if hoping for God to hear you and do something.

“I know,” Danielle smiled sadly. “But I have to.”

“I don’t want to forget.”

She rubbed her thumb against your cheek with a certain tenderness that made it hard to breathe. “I’m glad that you’ll forget. You’ve been grieving your whole life. I don’t want you to grieve for me.”

You wanted to argue, to fight back, to say I’m forgetting my love for you. What is grief, if not love in its rawest form? But you couldn’t muster up the words.

“I love you,” was all you could manage.

“I’m sorry,” her throat bobbed up and down. “Things weren’t meant to end up like this. I was meant to make you happy, no strings attached.”

You shook her head, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. “Don’t ever be sorry for this. You’ve made me more happy than you know.”

Danielle pulled you in for one last kiss, and it was everything. It was the feeling of familiarity and domesticity, like when the two of you cooked chicken noodle soup together. It was the cool breeze on the rooftop on the night you first kissed. It was the waves crashing against the shores while she sang along to the strumming of your guitar. It was the fireworks from the festival. It was the innocence of the sunrise you watched this morning.

And most importantly, it was her.

You stared at her in confusion as she pulled away, gently pushing you so that you were lying down again.

“What are you doing?”

“I have to go now,” Danielle murmured. “I have to make you fall asleep.”

You tried to sit back up, but her hand was still firmly keeping you in place.

“Wait,” you pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”

She closed her eyes and let out a shaky breath, refusing to crumble at the sight of your tear-stained face. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

You felt her palm rest against your forehead.

“I love you too,” you said desperately, trying to engrave her face into your memory. “I won’t forget you.”

Your eyes involuntarily shut. You repeated her name in your head as your mind became more hazy and fogged. Danielle. Danielle. Danielle.

The last thing you felt was the brush of her lips against your forehead.

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paigeishere · 1 year

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What About Me?

Lord Tewksbury x fem!reader

Warnings- fighting, mentions of reader wearing a dress and makeup, brief mention of blood, angst please tell me if I missed something

Part two

You are pink and Tewksbury is green

Description- date night doesn’t exactly go as planed

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It’s been rough lately. You and Tewksbury haven’t talked in days. What felt like weeks. Both of constantly working and trying to get a good amount of sleep was hard when working 14 hour days.

However, you both decided to set aside a day for each other, a date night, whether you would go out or stay in you would decide at the time but you just couldn’t live with him being away from you for so long. It was Tuesday today and the assigned date night was Friday night. Never in you entire life had 3 days ever felt so long.

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2 hours.

You’ve been waiting 2 excruciating hours for him to come home or maybe a letter to arrive that said he got held at work and wouldn’t be home until later. But nothing happened. So there you were sitting in a beautiful dress, hair and makeup done perfectly, homemade dinner wasting away on the counter. You were losing hope he would even come home tonight.

At the 3.5 hour mark you had given up that he would come home in time. So you put the leftovers in the fridge, undid your hair and hopped in the shower. Gods where is he? What could be so important that he couldn’t even sent a note?

Once you got out of the shower you checked one last time to see if he was there but to no avail he wasn’t. You climbed into your shared bed and tried to fall asleep. Key word tried. Sleep never came and intrusive thoughts did. What if he’s hurt? It wouldn’t be the first time if he came in bloody. Oh my god what if he was hurt I’m laying here while he was hurt how much of a horrible person was I.

But just then you heard the door open and close. You rushed out of bed to go see him. But when you see him he looks fine. In fact he looks happier than normal.

Tewksbury oh my are you okay? You’re not hurt please tell me your not hurt?

What are you talking about love? I’m fine.

Then where were you.

With Enola.

Your stomach drops. With Enola. He was with Enola the entire time. On your day together. You were with Enola?

Uhhh yeah. Why?

Are you kidding me?! You’ve got to be joking, right? You let out a scoff.

No. What is happening right now?

Did you forget?

Forget what?

You felt tears prickle your vision. Was this what it felt like. To be heartbroken. Maybe looking back you were over exaggerating it but at the time it felt like heartbreak.

My love? Why are you crying? He walks towards you a step. You take one back. He stops with a hurt look on his face.

You really did forget didn’t you?

Forget what I’m so confused right now. He looks exhausted but you don’t care this conversation needs to happen right now.

Our date night. He remembers now. But it’s to late. Your openly letting the tears fall but won’t let your voice waver. It was today. I had a nice dinner made, your favorite dress on. All you had to do was come home. Maybe bring some flowers. I waited. 3 and a half hours for you or even a note saying you were going to be late. But I got nothing. You voice cracked. And you turn away from him trying to collect yourself You start waking to bed.

Y/n wait don’t leave we can talk about this. I’m sorry I forgot. I promised Enola that I would hang out with her and I loss track of time. I’m sorry, please forgive me. Y/n, Y/n please. But you continued on to bed.

As you laying in bed you feel Tewksbury enter the room and strip, putting on pajamas. The bed sinks in next to you. I really am sorry and I understand if you don’t forgive me right now because what I did was dumb and hurtful. But I promise I’ll make it up to you darling. Okay. Why is he like this I’m meant to be mad at him not wanting to turn around give him a hug and a kiss and forgive him already.

He slides in next to you but not quite touching you almost like he’s telling you that he’s there if you need him but wants to respect if you want space between the two of you. You both don’t sleep well that night.

If this does well enough or if I get motivation I’ll do a part 2.

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 month

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Prompts 16-20 with Jason

Gm I've written nearly 15 posts in the past 14 hours. We are. Silly!

HOLIDAY

Normally Jason can't keep up with the time of year all that well, asides from when the seasons change.. it does get better when you recommend getting a calendar to keep things in line! Cue him realizing that Valentine's day is coming up! Congratulations, you're also his first Valentine.. unless you dont.. want to be.. please say you will otherwise this poor man is going to be crushed..! His only idea of what to do for the holiday is to do common stereotypes. He wakes you up to breakfast in bed and gives you a whole bunch of flowers, as well as attempting to give you some extra physical loving through the day. If its early in the relationship it does take a great amount of effort for him to do that, he just wants to be the best partner for you.. he doesn't expect anything in return but hes going to treasure anything you do give him! Whether it be a gift based around his interests or something like flowers hes going to be over the moon!

BACK FROM THE DEAD

It's no secret that the man is.. always coming back from the dead. And fairly often if we are being accurate to the movies. The first time he had died, you of course.. didn't know he could come back. So imagine your shock when you, finally over your grief yet still staying in your shared home, see your partner stumbling towards the cabin. Albeit in.. not the best shape. Years later, if its lore accurate. You.. dont know how to feel, his return brings back a lot of feelings. Your grief, your love, and even a little bit of anger of having to have to go through that in the first place. As unfair as it is it does take a big hit on the relationship between you two, no matter how relieved you are that hes back

OBLIVIOUS

Jason can be a little... oblivious when it comes to you trying to do anything in the relationship. Of course its caused by him having no experience at all, and being new to... well everything! Sure hes seen the campers interact with each other, and hes seem some media (mostly through you), but at the end of the day you're going to have to be blunt through out the first chunk of the relationship if you want any affection; giving and receiving. He doesnt mean for you to feel unwanted, he just cant tell when it's a good time to wrap his arm around you or hold your hand or kiss you..

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS

I already have this written! Though at the time of writing this it's in the queue! On the chance I forget to come back and link it, you can find it in the slasher Masterlist in Jason's section. "Random thing 12" is the title

NIGHTMARES

He wakes you up fast when you have nightmares. Usually shaking you a little too roughly, if you dont wake up from him shifting around in bed and tapping your shoulder. He likely doesnt fall asleep for the rest of the night even if you fall back to sleep. He rubs circles into your back to soothe you, sometimes drumming his fingers along your spine. If you want, you can rest your head on his lap or chest.. if it would make you feel better

#jason vorhees x reader #jason vorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #jason x reader #jason voorhees imagine #slashers x reader #slasher imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x you

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topguncortez · 2 years

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hey! anon here who asked for the prompt with the ‘you know you don’t have to’ prompt with rooster! i’m back with more angst bc apparently ovulating gives me the craving to cry.

so.

14. “You don’t want this do you?” with rooster

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pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x female!reader synopsis: reader is pregnant, but it's not Bradley's baby. warnings: mentions of cheating, dagger squad being a bunch of assholes. prompts list:)

|| masterlist || Kofi:) || whumptober ||

Bradley never imagine his life would be like this. He never imagine that he would be called back to TOPGUN, that he would reconcile with his godfather, that he would have fallen in love with a young lady in a bar, or that he would be building baby furniture for said young lady's baby.

Bradley had never believed in 'love at first sight' until he saw Y/N, sitting alone in the Hard Deck one night. he had gone up to Penny asking about the girl who looked like she had been through hell and back. Penny didn't say much, just that she was a local girl and she had come in a couple times with some guy. Bradley ordered her a drink, and walked over to her.

"Hi, I'm Bradley," He said.

"Hi, I'm Y/N."

"Can I sit with you?"

"Sure," She smiled and gestured to the empty seat in front of her.

They had spent the whole night getting to know each other, time slipping away until Penny called last call. Bradley looked down at his phone and saw that it was 3AM, and he'd have to be at the hangar in less than 4 hours. He had walked Y/N home that night, asked for her phone number, and kissed her cheek. He had spent those few hours of shut eye dreaming about her, and waiting for her text.

Though, it never came, and Bradley was devastated. He didn't get it, he thought that the night went fine, but he thought that maybe Y/N was just putting on an act to be nice to him. It spent two weeks waiting for a text from her, looking at his phone every chance he got. His fellow aviators noticed something was up with him, but they didn't mention it. By week three, Bradley's sadness had turned into anger. He had decided to forget Y/N even existed. . . until he found her one day, sitting on the beach in front of the Hard Deck.

"Nice seeing you here," Bradley said, walking up to her. Y/N pushed herself up from the sand.

"Bradley, I can explain-"

"So is this what you do then? Sweet talk men all night into buying you drinks, and take them home? Sorry, I didn't sleep with you, but that doesn't mean its okay for you to-"

"I'm pregnant," Y/N blurted out.

"I-I didn't. . . we didn't-"

"It's my ex's. We broke up, a couple months ago," Y/N said, "He was cheating on me. I didn't mean to ghost you, I was busy trying to move from his house into my own place, and then I find out I'm ten weeks pregnant. I am so sorry, I really am. I like you Bradley, a lot, it's just I-"

Bradley cut her off by kissing her. She froze for a moment before relaxing into the kiss. Bradley pulled back and looked at her.

"I'm sorry, that was totally inappropriate-"

"Do it again."

"Okay."

Since that day on the beach, almost eight months ago, Bradley had pretty much moved into Y/N's house. His friends thought he was absolutely insane for getting involved with a woman who was set to have someone else's baby, but Bradley could careless about it. He loved her, and her soon to be child as if it was his own. For as much as anyone knows, the baby was Bradley's.

He had told Y/N at the beginning, that if she didn't want to be with him, to say the word, and he would back off. She had her reservations, about dating while pregnant with someone else's baby, but she had no feelings towards her baby daddy (just anger). She was in love with Bradley too. They agreed to take things slow, well, as slow as they could go with a baby on the way. But Bradley had promised her, whatever happens, they would always be friends.

Y/N and Bradley walked hand in hand through the Hard Deck over to the corner where Bradley's work friends were all at. They all shared a look as Bradley walked over to them, smiling wide.

"Hey!" He greeted them, and was met with a chorus of greetings as well, "What am I missing?"

"Just Bagman beating Bob's ass in pool. . . again," Coyote pointed out.

"Not sure how you manage to be this terrible, Floyd," Hangman said, lining up his shot, "Rooster, Y/N, how are things?"

"Good," Y/N answered giving him a smile. She could feel the awkward glares of his friends on her. Bradley had assured her that she was liked by the squad, but she thought otherwise. They always looked at her weird, and it made her uncomfortable. They also seemed to ignore her when ever she was around.

"Drinks?" Phoenix asked, looking at the two of them.

"I'm good, thanks,"

"Obviously," Phoenix scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Bradshaw?"

"Jack and coke," Bradley rambled off his usual, "Actually, scratch that, just water."

"You're not drinking? You always have at least a drink," Fanboy said.

"I gotta drive home," Rooster shrugged.

"Okay? And it's one drink?" Hangman pointed out.

"Still not taking the risk of something happening. I'm staying away from the juice for awhile. At least until we can both drink," Bradley said, and put his arm around Y/N's waist.

"So that's why," Phoenix said, "Being a buzzkill and it's not even your kid."

Y/N felt like a dagger had gone through her chest at Phoenix's words. She could feel the hot tears welling up in her eyes and she looked down at her shoes, as Phoenix walked over to the bar. Bradley pulled Y/N into his side and kissed the top of her head.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom," Y/N said softly, hoping he didn't hear the break in her voice.

"You okay?" Bradley asked, and Y/N nodded, untangling herself from his side and heading towards the bathroom. Bradley watched her until she walked into the room, and turned to glare at his friends.

"Here, got you one anyway. Think you need it," Phoenix said, handing him his usual drink.

"What the hell is your problem?" Rooster asked.

"Mine?" Phoenix looked taken aback.

"All of yours!" Bradley said, pointing to his team, "You guys have been treating her like shit since she met you! Seriously, what's the fucking deal?!"

"Look, I think I speak for all of us when I say, we have some concerns," Jake said, leaning up on the pool table, "One, she's pregnant."

"And?" Bradley crossed his arms across his chest.

"And it's not even yours," Phoenix said, "We know you want to be the good guy and save the day, and all this. . . but are you sure she's just not using you? I mean, you'd be the perfect one for her to try and pull a fast one on. You have a gentle heart, you're nice, you got free health care."

"You think she's using me to get healthcare?" Bradley yelled.

"Bradley. . . " Bob said softly, and nodded his head to the person standing behind him. Y/N stood there with tears in her eyes as she looked at the team in front of her.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," Y/N said, and pushed through Bradley to grab her purse from the table, "I gotta go."

"Y/N!" Bradley called after her as she made her way through the Hard Deck. He turned around and his chest was heaving, "You guys are supposed to have my back. That's what a fucking team does. . . but fuck all of you."

Bradley didn't even bother to take a glance at his team, as he followed out the same way that Y/N did. He walked outside to see her dialing someone's number as she waited on the sidewalk.

"Y/N!" Bradley said, running up to her. She hung up the phone and looked at him, "I'm sorry for them-"

“You don’t want this, do you?” She asked.

"What?"

"This," She gestured to herself, "Bradley, it's not just me that you get. You get me and this baby," She looked down at her shoes, not baring to look up at those soft, big brown eyes any longer, "And you have been wonderful these past months, being more than I could ever ask for, but I just don't-"

"Are you breaking up with me?"

Y/N looked up at him, and could see his eyes turning red with tears, "That team means so much more to you than I ever could. They can do more for you than me. And I won't be the thing that breaks you apart. We won't." She held her belly with her hand. Bradley put his hands on both sides of her belly, and shook his head.

"See, this is where you are wrong. You both mean more to me than they do. You both can do more for me than they can," Bradley said, "I love you, Y/N. I love you, and this baby, more than you will ever freaking know. I know this whole thing isn't ideal, and I respect whatever decision you want to make. If you want to break up with me, than I respect that. But I also won't let you break up with me because you believe something that isn't true. I could walk away from the team tomorrow and be just fine with the two of you."

"I would never let you do that," Y/N said, shaking her head.

"I know, but I would," Bradley said, "I would leave it all so quickly if that meant spending everyday with the two of you." He gently cupped her face in his hands and brought her in for a kiss. The second their lips touched, he felt a kick come from within her womb. Bradley chuckled, and kneeled down in front of her, "Hey! I said the two of you," He placed a kiss on the spot he felt the kick come from, "Please don't break up with me. At least give me the chance to really make you mad by leaving the toilet seat up, or mixing colors and whits."

Y/N giggled, and ran her hand through his curls, "I love you too, Bradley. Now get up, before they come out here and think you're proposing."

Bradley smiled, and stood up, "I will, one of these days. Now come on, I wanna go snuggle with my babies." Bradley put his arm around her waist and walked towards the bronco.

"Bradshaw!" He heard his name being called from the door of the Hard Deck. He turned around to see Phoenix walking down the steps, "I uh. . . I wanted to apologize, to the both of you. I'm sorry for acting like a bitch. It's just. . . I care about you."

"That doesn't give you a free pass to be a bitch, Trace," Bradley said.

"Bradley. . . "

"No, it's okay, Y/N, I deserve it," Phoenix said, "I just want you guys to know I'm sorry."

Bradley nodded and Phoenix turned on her feet awkwardly, walking back into the Hard Deck. Y/N reached up to gently grab his face, pulling him down into a kiss. Bradley squeezed her tight as he kissed her.

"Let's go home," Y/N said, and Bradley nodded, taking her hand and leading her to the bronco.

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headsincloud9 · 10 months

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Credit: 400+ smut prompt list was found on pintrest from a tumblr that was called @trash-hours

400+ smut prompt you can use for 2 paragraph smut as well as requests, or asks.

Rules here.

SMUT UNDER DNI

Part 2

1. " Ths cock isn't gonna suck itsell.

2. "So desperate for it aren't you? Well, if you want it so bad you better start taking it."

3. "I'd hold onto something if I were you.

4. "1 love it when you moan my name."

5. "Just a littie harder."

6. "Let me give you a reason to stay in bed."

7. "No panties?"

8. "I want you now."

9. "Use your tongue."

10. "Please don't stop.

11. "I can't sleep without you here."

12. "If you don't change out of those shorts and into some pants l'll have them around by lunch."

13, "Do you like that?"

14, "You need a place to stay for the night?"

15. "Spend the night with me?"

16. "You can get louder can't you?"

17. "Look what you do to me.

18. "| want to taste you."

19. "I think it's time you get rid of that V-Card."

20. "Open your mouth."

21. "If you want to cum you better beg."

22. "Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a

go with you, Would you like that?"

23. "That feels so good."

24, "Don't cum yet."

25. "Strip. Now."

26. "Take off your clothes."

27. "Bite me!" "if you insist."

28. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"

29. "This is a one time thing."

30. "Tell me how you like it."

31. "Get on your hands and knees, right now."

32. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

33. "1 just want to please you."

34. "Each of my thoughts about you are improper."

35. "I love it when you kiss my neck."

36. "Don't be gentie."

37, "I've never wanted to fuck you more than 1 do now.

38. "You want to have sex with me?"

39. "You're not going out dressed like that."

40. "I'm afraid i can not longer remain professional."

41. "Make me."

42. "You're mine."

43. "l love it when you talk dirty."

44. "I'Il let you do anything if you just touch me now.

45. "I've never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.

46. "This is new."

47. "Don't give me that look."

48, "Like what you see?"

49. "Stay quiet."

50, "I told you to stay still."

51. "I promise I'll be good."

52. "Just shut up and fuck me."

53. "You feel so good."

54. "| want you inside me."

55. "| think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.

56. "I'd like to breed you."

57. "Perhaps I need to remind you of your place."

58. "I think I've made my intentions clear.

59. "Be a good girl and spread your legs."

60. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

61. "I know a workout you might actually enjoy."

62. "Come on. Take it all on your own like a good littie pet."

63, "Think you can handie that much."

64, "Let me show you what happens to littie brats who don't follow the ru

65. "How do you feel about two at once?"

66. "I want it to hurt."

67. "I had no idea you were into this kinda thing.

68. "Don't tempt me."

69, "I've never done this before.'

70. "Don't be afraid. It's me."

71. "I just want to feel something.

72. "I swear I'm gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door

73. "I want your cock in my mouth."

74. "Wanna join?"

75. "Mind if 1 join?"

76. "I'm either joining or watching, you pick."

77, "Don't make me take you home and punish you."

78. "Your more than just a one night stand."

79. "Don't forget who you belong to."

80. "Want me to give it back? Make me."

81. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already.

82. "Try to stay quiet, understand?"

83. "| think I've spoiled you too much these last few days."

84. "We're in public, you know."

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i-am-baechu · 6 months

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❥・Title: Oh, Oh It’s Magic

❥・Paring: Hoseok x reader

❥・Genre: Witch au, Soulmate au, Little bit of Angst, Romance, and Fluff

❥・Rating: PG 14

❥・Summary: A bookstore that is known for its fast services is the new location for Bts to film for their ad. The sneaky owner helps the staff but creates confusion throughout the store as the light keeps moving on their own. But one thing Hoseok knows for sure is that he feels something magical with her.

❥・Author's Note: Guess who almost worked twenty hours in the span of two days, lol. Love the paycheck but I hate working lol. Sorry for the late upload

❥・Playlist: Black Magic - Little Mix ♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ

The early morning is something that anyone would hate. The sun is barely out and the fog rocks you back to sleep with the cold air. L/N Y/N especially hates it because she is almost always late for her shift. Why would her boss, Son Wendy, give her morning shifts? They live together, she knows her sleep schedule better than anyone. She thinks it’s because she forgets to wash the dishes and this is her punishment. Like last night.

Y/N slowly opened the door not wanting to alert Wendy. She looked through each of the bookshelves and nodded her head when she saw no one was there. She let out a quiet chuckle and took out her phone to play a game when a cough made her drop her phone.

“Late again?”

She let out a curse word and an awkward chuckle escaped, “Technically late but one snap of my fingers and I’m on time.”

Wendy rolled her eyes and bent down to pick her phone. She handed the phone with an annoyed look but Y/N just gave her a smile and big doe eyes, “Knock it off. I know what you're doing. I have you here early for a reason.”

She took the phone out of her hand and pouted, “Was it because of the dishes?”

“Not this time, we have a boy group coming down today to film.”

This caused her to tilt her head and look at Wendy with curiosity, “Oh? Filming? Wait, did you say not this time?”

“They’re coming to film for an ad. So, my rule for you is, don’t mess with them. They are mortals.”

Y/N smirked at this and put her phone in her pocket, “Mortals, you say?”

“Y/N, Don’t mess with them.”

“Fine. Why you're so mean to me, it's seven thirty. You have that much strength to be mad this early?”

“That’s the problem. It's seven thirty, you haven’t even clocked in yet. Just clock in and help me set up the store.”

“Fine...”

Later that morning, a couple of people came in and started to talk to Wendy about the filming. Y/N sat behind the desk watching them. They were normal looking or whatever normal was to the morals. They looked like it. More staff came in and Y/N watched them try to set up the scene. She frowned when she saw that they were struggling to put the books on the shelves and lights up. She looked around her to make sure Wendy wasn’t near her and put her hand in her cardigan pocket to snap them. In a flash, the books were put up and the lights were all put up. The workers looked at each other with wide eyes and got off the ladders slowly but clearly in a panic.

She let out a small laugh but when she turned around she felt a flick on her forehead. She rubbed her forehead and looked to see Wendy glaring at her, “What did I say?”

“I was only helping.”

Wendy shook her head at this and sighed, “Then you go up and help them. I know life would be easier with magic but their mortals. Don’t scare them, okay?”

“Yes master.”

Before Wendy could say something one of the staffs peaked out of the shelves, “Wendy? The boys are here and we need to discuss some things.”

Wendy nodded her head and sent a smile towards his way, “I’ll be right there.” He nodded his head and walked away with his steps echoing through the store. She turned back towards Y/N and nodded her head, “Let’s go, okay?”

“Okay.”

The two went towards the front and saw the group of seven men staring at them with polite smiles. Y/N went down the row but stopped when she already felt eyes staring back at her. He had light brown hair that had bangs that touched his eyelids, bright brown eyes with a sparkle in them, and his smile made her smile. He was handsome and she wanted to get to know him better.

“These are the owners, Son Wendy and L/N Y/N.” They waved at the girls but Y/N was only waving back at one of them, “This is Bts and as you know we’re filming for an ad. Thank you for letting us occupy your store for the time being. We appreciate it.”

Y/N nodded her head but wasn’t listening to when the guy was talking. She leaned towards Wendy and whispered in her ear, “Who’s Bts?”

“They’re a boy group. I told you that this morning. Don’t you remember?”

“It was seven in the morning, why would I remember anything?”

“Well now you know.”

When the girls looked back at the group, she put on an awkward smile as the guy continued to talk, “This is Kim Namjoon, the leader of Bts. Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and lastly Jeon Jungkook.”

Jung Hoseok, I like that name... “You guys know my name but just call me Y/N. I’m happy you guys are here.” She glanced at Hoseok and sent him a wink. She watched him get flustered and she sent a final wave, “I have to take care of some paperwork in the back. Wendy will help you guys but if you need me, just knock on my door.”

She sent one final wink to Hoseok and walked away from the group as Hoseok watched her. He swallowed some spit and felt his hands get sweaty. Jimin saw his flushed face and smirked at this. He leaned towards him to whisper in his ear, “She was something else.”

“Yeah she was...”

The next day is when they really started filming for whatever ad. The guy said what it was but she wasn’t paying attention at all. She was so focused on Hoseok. There was something about him that made her feel at home and seeing him in a button up shirt made her feel hot. They’ve only been here for a day and she already wanted him.

In the past hour, Y/N has used her magic to help the staff. She only wanted to help them and in a way Hoseok. So far, Wendy hasn’t noticed which means it was less yelling. It also was beneficial that Wendy had to leave early because her parents needed her help. Today was a good day and she had a feeling it was going to get better for her.

She put some books back and saw Hoseok sitting alone. She smiled to herself when she saw him drinking his coffee and looking down at his phone. He looked so peaceful. She wanted to catch his attention but she also didn’t want to go up to him. She saw there were books next to him and quickly made sure that no one was around her. She twirled her finger and the books next to him fell to the floor. He jumped at the sudden sound and saw Y/N giving him a soft smile. His eyes widened and cursed under his breath. She walked towards him with her hands behind her and a teasing smile, “Did those books scare you?”

“No, Wh-Why would books scare me? It’s just paper...”

“I mean those are horror books.”

He looked down and saw they were childrens books. He rolled his eyes and looked back at her, “I guess it was my fault. I shouldn’t be leaning against the table in the first place.”

She let a smile escape as she went to stand next to him, “Sometimes things just fall to get attention from someone special.”

He looked at her with confusion as he brought his drink up, “What does that mean?”

“You're the dancer, right?” He raised his eyebrow at her changing the subject but nodded his head, “I wish I can dance. I have the worst dance moves anyone has ever seen.”

“I doubt that.”

“Oh, why?”

He scratched the back of his neck and looked away from her, Well with the way you look it doesn’t matter what you do, “How long have you guys had the store?”

“About three years now.”

“Wow, that’s really-”

“Hoseok your next!!”

He let out a deep sigh and gave her an apologetic look, “I’m sorry. That’s my cue to leave.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s your job.”

“I wanted to spend more time with you but I gotta go.”

“We can always hang out another time. Good luck.”

She watched him leave him with a smile on her face as she pushed back her hair. Wendy appeared next to her with a smirk on her face, “I saw that.”

“Good. Did you finish the garden with your parents?”

“You know how Boisboia Woods is, always random pixies appearing. I finished half of it but I have to go back tomorrow. I’ll try and finish it fast.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at Wendy with a small glare, “That’s not fair, you used magic.”

Wendy let out a small chuckle and shook her head, “I did it when no one was watching. That’s the difference.”

“Still not fair.”

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Wendy was off again to help her parents to get rid of the determined moles in their vegetable garden and the random pixies that kept showing up in their house. Y/N looked down at the list that Wendy left for her with annoyance.

Make sure all the books in back are brought to the front

Put the horror books that are on the stool, on the front desk

Clean the potions that YOU dropped yesterday

Organize the portions that YOU disorganized

DON’T USE MAGIC IN FRONT OF THEM

She folded the list and put it in her pants pocket letting out a small chuckle at Wendy’s demands. She was in a good mood especially after last night. Hoseok texted her and it was him just saying that they were going to be late but that didn’t matter to her. He texted her and that's all she saw. She wanted to continue the conversation but she didn’t want to misstep with him. So, she kept rereading that text from him as she kicked her feet on her bed.

Y/N snapped her fingers and the books that needed to move started to fly all over the room. She swished her finger to make sure all the books went on the respected shelves. She honestly missed seeing Hoseok and hearing his laughter. It’s only been a short time period but she was so attracted to him and she couldn’t figure out why. He was handsome but there was something else.

Just then she heard the front door open and all the books immediately dropped. She swallowed her spit and moved quickly to be in the backroom. Pretending she wasn’t there but Hoseok saw a glimpse of her hair.

He raised his eyebrows and rubbed his eyes, Were those books floating just now or am I… He turned around to see Jimin looking down at his phone but he saw Jungkook looking around the store. If anyone saw it, it had to be him.

“Jungkook, did you see those books floating?”

The younger man tilted his head in confusion and looked down at the floor, “I just saw all the books fall off of the shelves.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes and shook his head, “No, they were floating and then they fell. I saw them.”

Before anyone could argue, Y/N came into view with a book in her hand, “Good morning, it was quiet this morning without you guys. Missed the commotion.”

Hoseok turned around in a flash and gave her an apologetic smile, “Sorry about that. Next time we’ll be here on time.”

“I would rather have you here alone with me but I guess I can manage.”

She winked at him and made her way back to the front desk as Hoseok moved his eyes to look her up and down. It wasn’t until Namjoon touched his shoulder and let out a chuckle, “oh, you got it bad.”

“Shut up.”

Later that day, they were filming random shots of the books as the boys sat in the corner eating their lunch. Y/N walked towards the boys with her lunch in hand with a smile on her face and sat next to Jungkook, “Today is so boring. Nothing exciting is happening.”

She took out her sandwich and gave Jungkook a tilt, “Why would something exciting happen? You're just filming.”

Jin turned towards her and shook his head as he pointed at the bookshelves. “The staff said the shelves are special but I think it’s the lights getting to their brains.”

“Why would they think that?”

“They saw the lights move and they said all the wires were moved to the side after Namjoon fell yesterday but no one touched it. They said they were going to move it when filming was done but someone already did it.”

She bit her lip and nodded her head, Wendy’s going to kill me. I didn’t think no one would notice. Usually mortals are so deprived of their surroundings-

“Y/N, are you alright?”

She looked at Hoseok and nodded her head slowly and looked back down at her sandwich. Fuck… Hoseok looked back at her and looked at her with confusion, Since when did eyes sparkle like that?

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

A week later, Hoseok was taking note of all the strange things that were happening in the store. Ever since that one morning, he’s noticed everything and somehow Y/N was always near it. Yes, she was beautiful and he was interested in her but he couldn’t help but feel she was hiding something from him. He disliked liars.

Hoseok walked back and forth in the living room as they all watched in confusion. Jungkook looked at Namjoon with worried eyes but the only answer he got was a shrug of the shoulders. He stopped moving and stood in the middle with furrowed eyebrows, “Did you guys really not see the books floating?”

Jimin raised his eyebrow at this and shook his head, “Why would they be floating?”

“Because they were!”

Namjoon got up from the coach and rubbed his shoulders gently, “Did you get enough sleep? We’ve been busy all week and worked late yesterday, maybe you should take a nap.”

“I swear I saw the books floating, the lights moving, books moving to different shelves, and my cold tea turning hot.”

They all looked at each other and nodded their heads, “Okay, whatever you say.”

He left the dorm an hour before because he needed the truth. He couldn’t have another sleepless night. He entered and walked towards the back room with a determined look. He knocked on the door gently and heard movement in the room, “We're closed for today, we have special people coming for the next week! Sorry!”

“Y/N, it’s me Hoseok.”

“Ummm…Hold on a second! I dropped some books in the back and I’ll be right out!”

Hoseok started to look around the store with curiosity but his eyes landed on an opened book that was behind the desk. He slowly walked towards it and looked back at the door to make sure Y/N wasn’t coming out anytime soon. He looked at the page and his eyes widened, Witches Soulmates are felt the moment they look into each other's eyes. The eyes of the witch shall have sparkles in them or the eye color completely changes when they look at their soulmates. Some witches even start to-

He heard footsteps and went back to the front door with his arms crossed. When the door opened he gave her the best smile he could give but his focus was only on her eyes. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed that her eyes indeed had a sparkle (and not the sparkle from the light, legit sparkles. As if she had glitter in her eyes) and put it together.

“Hey, Hoseok. I wasn’t expecting anyone here yet.”

“I just wanted to see you.”

She let out a small laugh and walked toward the bookshelves as she pulled some books off of the shelves, “You flatter me. I wish Wendy was here so she could do all this work, it gets annoying.”

Hoseok didn’t answer but stared down at his shoes with a frown, “Y/N…”

She looked back at him with worried eyes. She never heard this tone from him before and she was scared. She pressed the books against her chest and looked at him with fear in her eyes, “Hoseok, is everything alright?”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, right?”

She gave him a confused look and shook her head, “Why would you ask that?”

“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“Hoseok, are you alright? Did one of the guys-”

“Never mind. Tell the guys I’ll be late today.”

Before she could say anything, Hoseok walked away without sparing her another look and she felt her chest hurt. She turned around to say his name but he was already gone. She heard a snap and saw Wendy looking at her with a smile but it dropped when she saw the hurt look on her friend's face, “What happened?”

“I’m-I’m not sure.”

“Y/N?”

“Hoseok was here and he was talking about if I would ever lie to him and if I would talk to him about anything-”

“Y/N, I think he saw this...”

She looked at the front desk with wide eyes, how could she be so stupid? She was reading up on the strange sparkles in her eyes and how she was worried she was sick but was met with the conclusion that Hoseok is her soulmate. She closed the book shut and bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying, “I didn’t know he was coming. If I did, I would’ve put it away. He probably hates me. I mean I would hate-”

“Y/N, how about you take the day off. We’ll talk about this later and I don’t want you working with this on your mind. It’s not good for your heart.”

She nodded her head and took the book with a frown, “What happens if he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore?”

“I’m sure that won’t happen. He probably needs time to figure things out. You don’t even know if he knows you're a witch but if he does, it's a lot to take in. He's a mortal, his whole life he was told that witches or any fantasy thing wasn’t true. Just wait and see.”

And wait she did. Y/N waited and waited until it turned into five months. She texted the other members asking about him but that was all she got from them. She’s rewatched the commercial so many times that Wendy put a charm on her laptop to mute it. She still wasn’t sure if Hoseok knew she was a witch or not but him ignoring her was some sort of an answer. An answer she didn’t want.

It was raining again this week, the third time this week. Wendy said that when powerful witches' soulmates don’t interact with them or decline them as partners they cause weather changes. She didn’t mean for this to happen but she couldn’t help her heart from this. She would stay late every day at the store to see if he would come for her but he wouldn’t.

She closed the store up and snapped her fingers watching all the books going to its rightful places. She glanced at the children's section and smiled to herself when she remembered that one day with Hoseok. She remembered his smile that day and he was clearly embarrassed about the books falling. She let out a sad chuckle and shook her head. His smile was something she looked forward to but now it was just a memory.

She walked in the rain letting the drops comfort her. She loves Wendy but at this moment the weather understood her better than anyone. Her heels were clicking against the pavement and she stopped. She looked up to stare at the sky. At least with the rain you couldn’t tell she was crying. It all looked the same.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“What do you mean she’s sick?”

Wendy rolled her eyes and pushed Jungkook out of the way to enter the dorm. She scanned the room until she saw Hoseok on the couch. She glared at the back of his head and went to stand in front of the TV. He blinked a few times before looking up to see Wendy with an angry face, “Wendy?”

“Hoseok, you need to talk to Y/N.”

Hoseok sighed and looked away from the harsh stare, “She lied-”

“She’s sick.”

Hoseok's head snapped at this and looked at her with wide eyes, “What do you mean sick?”

“When witches' soulmates decline, the witch becomes sick and sometimes they can even die. So, go talk to her before I kill you.”

“Di-Die!?”

Taehyung glanced at Namjoon with a confused look, “Did she say witches?”

“Yeah, she did.”

Jimin looked between Wendy and Hoseok, “I’m really confused.”

“Same here, Chim.”

Wendy nodded her head at Hoseok and sighed, “Hoseok, Y/N and I are witches. Were from the Boisboia Woods and we went to Nemserra, academy of witchcraft. That’s how we met. I’ve known Y/N since we were thirteen and I know she can be a pain in the ass but I love her. She’s my best friend and I’ll be damned if she dies from a misunderstanding. Talk to her and Yes Taehyung, I did say witches. Good night and Namjoon, call me.”

Wendy walked out and slammed the door as Hoseok sat there looking down at the carpet underneath him. While Namjoon smiled to himself, “Did you guys hear that? She wants me to call her.”

“That’s great hyung but I think we should help Hoseok...”

Yoongi was the first one to sit next to the dancer and patted his back awkwardly, “You know she asked about you everyday for the past five months?”

Hoseok looked up and looked at Yoongi with a frown, “Did she?”

Jungkook nodded his head and sat on the couch, “Yeah, she would always send lunches to us.”

“All those lunches were from her?”

Jin sighed and leaned back into the loveseat, “You need to talk to her. The faster you do this-”

“I know. I’m going to bed, I need sleep for this.”

Another day of closing and it just felt like it was raining harder today. She watched the drops fall down the glass and shook her head, “He didn’t come...” She grabbed her coat and walked out with the rain drenching her. It feels nice when the cold water attacks you when you're sad. She couldn’t explain it but it felt nice. She started walking down the street when she heard her name with a familiar voice. She rolled her eyes at her thinking she was hearing his voice and continued her way. It wasn’t until someone grabbed her wrist making her turn around to see Hoseok breathing heavily with an umbrella.

“Why would you walk in the rain without an umbrella? Are you trying to get sick?”

She stared at him with confused eyes and shook her head, “Why would you care?”

He flinched at the words but he still held his concerned look, “I parked over there. I can drive you home.”

She wanted to fight back but she decided against it because this was the first time in a while since she saw him and she would be lying to herself if she didn’t want to be with him. She went under the umbrella with him and refused to look up at him but she could feel his stare. He opened the door for her and she entered the car without giving him a look. She heard the car door close and she let out a deep sigh, Now what.

When the other door closed, she watched him turn on the heater and turned his music, making the whole car silent. The only sound was the rain and the heater, she didn’t know if she should let out a sigh or cough. She was scared that he would ignore her or worse just walk away from her again after he came back for her.

“I’m sorry.”

She turned her head to look at his face with wide eyes, “What?”

“I’m sorry for walking out and not returning any texts.”

She didn’t know what to say so she nodded her head and the lack of response made Hoseok annoyed, “Wendy told me everything.”

“What do you mean everything?”

He scoffed at her and looked out his window, “You answer to that but not to me. She told me, you're a witch. You don’t need to lie anymore.”

She gulped and looked down at her knees, “Hoseok, I couldn’t tell you.”

“And why is that? This whole time you lied to me about something that made you who you are. How-”

“If I would’ve told you without being with you, my powers would’ve been taken away from me. Wendy could get in trouble now.”

His heated glare didn’t leave her face as she looked away from him, “You could’ve still told me.”

“We weren't together! Not like you want to be with me now.”

“What's that supposed to mean? Because your a witch, you think I won’t-”

She turned her head at him and his face softened when he saw tears welled up in her eyes, “Because I lied to you. I wouldn’t want to be with a liar either, so I understand.”

He shook his head and grabbed her hand that was holding her knee tightly. He interlocked his hand with hers and looked into her eyes, “I’ve done things wrong too. We're both wrong but we can make it right. Plus, I know I'm your soulmate.”

“But I lied to you...that’s one of the worst things you can do to someone.”

Hoseok shook his head and leaned forward placing a kiss on her forehead, “I know why you did it. I’m sorry I wanted you to say it when you weren’t ready.”

She glanced up and smiled to herself, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t tell you...maybe If I told you earlier. Things would be better now.”

He shrugged his shoulders and pushed some hair behind her head, “We won’t know that and honestly that doesn’t matter right now. What matters now is that I got you.”

“You don’t care about me being a witch?”

He shook his head at this and smiled at her, “I like you for you. Nothing can change that.”

“Really?”

He leaned down and placed a quick peck on her pale lips, “Really. Let’s go to my dorm, it's closer.”

She felt her face get hot and nodded her head, “Are the guys there?”

“Yeah...they know that you and Wendy are witches.”

She let out a small laugh and shook her head, “I know Jungkook is going to ask me to do stuff. Like making things appear.”

“He can do that another time, I want to spend time with my girlfriend.”

Her head snapped at him and her eyes widened, “Girlfriend? You don’t even ask me!?”

He rubbed the back of his head and gave her a sheepishly smile, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course...you idiot.”

Y/N sat on the bed in Hoseok clothes as she let out a loud gasp, “She told you I would die!?”

Hoseok nodded his head and pouted at this, “Is that not true?”

“I mean technically she’s not wrong but we would have to be apart for a year. Wendy likes to be dramatic.”

“A whole year, yeah that would never happen.” He picked her up and placed her into his lap. He kissed her forehead and smiled, “Never again will we be apart.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

There was a knock on the door and Y/N glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, “Neh, Y/N...can you show me some spells?”

“Jungkook, I said in the morning, leave my girlfriend alone!”

Extended ending:

Five years of dating and two years of marriage, Jung Y/N, looks at herself in the mirror with a small smile. She tilted her head and looked at the small bruises on her neck with a roll of her eyes. She grabbed her foundation and started to hide the marks when she felt someone rub her shoulders, “Why are you covering them? You know how much I love seeing them.”

She put down her foundation brush to look up at him with an annoyed look, “I don’t need the guy's comment today. I’m already feeling extra tired because of someone.”

“You wanted it just as much as me, love.”

She watched him leave the room and the smile on her face only grew. She got up from her chair and took a look in the mirror one last time. She put her hand on top of her growing belly and let out a content sigh. Hoseok walked back in and smiled at the view of his wife and felt butterflies. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around to put his hands on top of hers. He kissed the top of her head as she nuzzled her head into his chest.

“I’m so excited to meet her.”

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school’s over so back on the fanfic grind (a grind i have not openly shared on the internet since like. 2018), unsure if this is an idea to continue but i am thinking so hard... about the difficulties of the healing process. really gotta purge that poison

. . .

“Hello, this is… Hajime Hinata. The date is… I have no idea what the date is. It’s been 14 days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 24 seconds since we woke up from the Neo World Program.”

“…I don’t know why I said it like that. It’s been about two weeks.”

“Uhh… I’m not sure what to say here, really. Naegi—Makoto, that is—told me this would be a good way to get my thoughts down. That way if there’s anything I forget, or anything I want everyone to know after… Well, I don’t think I can really forget anything. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”

“Sorry there are so many quiet gaps. I’m trying to think about what I want to say... I guess I’ll start with the facts, and we can go from there. I was the first person to wake up, and then Sonia. Kazuichi took a few hours longer, he was so… his limbs were so scarred. I could barely tell the healthy tissue apart from all of the burns and cuts. When he got out, he just kept screaming and crying, he just kept—“

“Akane was next, but she was barely a shell, too weak, so Makoto put her back under for a few more days before waking her up. She wasn’t in the pod though, we—they moved her to a hospital bed in a different room. This facility really has everything. You wouldn’t believe the scale of the medical equipment, Tsumiki would love it—“

“Basically, Akane woke up a week after Kazuichi, technically, and then we put her into a medical coma for a while. We as in… I didn’t do that. I mean, I did, but it didn’t feel like me.”

“Actually, I never feel like… me. I don’t know who me is supposed to be now. I’m still him—I mean, I’m still me—but I’m not me— fuck, this doesn’t make any fucking sense, I just can’t— Sonia, don’t touch me—“

“…”

“…I want my mom. I don’t remember the last time I wanted my mom. I don’t even… remember my mom, anymore.”

“…Patient 5, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. We plan to wake him from his induced medical coma today, following complications from his enucleation operation directly after awakening from pod sleep. There was an infection at the area of operation and I deemed it too dangerous to continue until it was cleared. Naegi had some objections, but his background is not medical, and does not always need to be taken into account. Patient 4 will simply have to wait.”

“He still has the damn thing.”

“…they all do.”

“Alter Ego, end recording.” Hajime slumped back against his chair, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. It was a newly acquired habit, one always accompanied by the feeling of missing something, like there wasn’t enough hair to run through his fingers. He hated it. Hated thinking that it wasn’t newly acquired at all, that whoever he was in the past few years did it all the time.

That hadn’t gone nearly as well as he’d liked. These voice diaries were supposed to be records so they could explain things easier to the others once they all woke up, something to jog their memories. Privately, he was sure that Makoto had asked him to make them more for his own sake, as if they’d help somehow with all of the different thoughts running through his brain all of the time. If he spoke them out loud, then somehow they’d disappear. It was the compromise they’d settled on after Hajime had refused to attend Future Foundation-provided therapy. Most of the time they turned out exactly like this, not suitable for anyone’s ears except his own.

Makoto was an idiot. Talking about it wasn’t going to stop the constant streams of thought in his brain, analyzing every thing and every action around him, picking apart the movements of his friends and their slight changes in tone, detecting every potential threat and every potential weapon for killing someone—fuck.

He was so tired of dreaming up all the ways people could die. His rare moments of sleep were already haunted by spears and giant Tetris blocks, by fire and poison and terrified faces. He didn’t need more deaths on his mind, constant echoes of terrors of his own creation.

Sitting up properly, he stretched his arms out before standing up to examine his half of the room. At least two people kept watch in the pod room at all times, waiting for anyone to wake up next and making sure nobody died. It reminded him of the hospital in the simulation, someone always watching over Akane and Ibuki and—

An alarm beeped and Sonia, on the other end of the room, startled awake in her own chair. She had stayed on that side after Hajime shoved her away earlier, eventually drifting to sleep by Gundham’s pod. It was the one she stared at the most, blue eyes alight with grief and fury, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was better off than Hajime, at least. One of his eyes stayed empty. Makoto had warned him that she shouldn’t be allowed to spend so much time with Gundham, but he could never bring himself to pull her away. Clearing his throat, he waited for the former princess to look up towards him.

“Shift change. You should go sleep in an actual bed, I can wait for Kazuichi and Makoto if you want to go on ahead.” She shook her head, fingers trailing over the glass coffin holding the Ultimate Breeder.

“No, that’s alright. You’ve been here long enough, you need to rest before Fuyuhiko. It’s only a few more hours away. Besides, I…” Sonia trailed off, gaze shifting to the pod next to Gundham’s, covered with a sheet. Everyone had to be checked on, but there was just one person Hajime couldn’t stand to see. The only person in the room that caused his dead eye to come to life.

He couldn’t identify the emotion, but it had to be hate. It had to be, right?

At least he knew he wouldn’t be judged for it. Everyone had someone they couldn’t look at in this room, couldn’t face directly. Hajime was just the only one weak enough to require a sheet covering the pod. The only one who couldn’t be controlled if he had a fit of anger, or worse—one of despair.

Swallowing back bile, he nodded, making a quick exit from the room to the quarters right next door. A large room had been set up with beds and necessities for them, the six that were here and constantly switching out. Kyoko had suggested separate rooms, but after multiple nights of Kazuichi sneaking into his room or Sonia screaming in her sleep from across the hall, Hajime had fought for them to all be together. Makoto, almost with a child-like excitement, had insisted that he, Kyoko, and Aoi stay there too.

The lucky student in question had been sitting on the floor cross-legged when he walked in, laptop resting on a knee while he glared down at the screen. A glare from Makoto wasn’t usually all that effective, but whatever he was seeing seemed to be genuinely pissing him off. If Hajime had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered disturbing the younger. Still, someone had to go fill in for him with Sonia until Kazuichi took over for her. The mechanic was nowhere to be seen—probably sitting at Akane’s bedside, as usual. Tapping Makoto gently on the shoulder, Hajime waited for him to look up from the email he had been so focused on.

“Oh, you’re back! Has it been six hours already? I didn’t even notice.” It wasn’t a long time to spend watching the pods, but Aoi had insisted. They had three pairs switching out, and she didn’t want anyone spending more time in the pod room than they did outside of it, in the fresh air and the real world—or so she said. Hajime was sure it had more to do with her growing concern for the five of them, Kyoko and Makoto included. While they hadn’t been in the program nearly as long, they still seemed just a bit too pale to her. As for himself, Sonia, and Kazuichi… Aoi had never known them before, but worried nonetheless about irreparable damage.

“Yes, I’m back. Will you find Kazuichi and tag Sonia out? She’s just finishing check-ups.” The shorter nodded, shutting his laptop and standing from his seat on the floor. “Everything alright?”

“It’s just Byakuya, he’s facing some problems bringing the medical equipment we need over to the island. The Future Foundation doesn’t see the need to care for some of the pre-existing conditions your class has, they’re just barely allotting enough supplies for taking care of the… last bits of Junko. It’s like you aren’t even humans to them, they just have no empathy!” Makoto rubbed his temples, forcing a weak smile onto his face. It hadn’t escaped Hajime that the bright-eyed boy that they had met in the final trial and the tired man before him right now seemed so far apart from each other. Because of us—because of me.

“We aren’t human to them.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. “But we are to you. You’re the best of them, Makoto. I know you’ll work things out.” The younger’s smile twisted, not exactly happy, and he nodded in response.

“Right. The Ultimate Hope, that’s me. I have to be able to fix this.” Hajime raised an eyebrow, not meaning that at all, but Makoto was already walking out of the room to take over watch duties. That had gone… stunningly bad. Whatever part of his soul had been able to produce hope for the others in the Neo World Program had been hiding, his mind and body too used to the actions and words of another. Another who had no idea how to give someone hope for the future, much less comfort someone just the slightest bit. All Hajime seemed to be good at these days was making things worse.

A warmth squeezed around his hand, like someone urging him to stop thinking, and he yanked it away from—from nothing. There was nobody there. He just needed to get some rest before Fuyuhiko’s surgery today.

Two beds remained empty, waiting for their last members. Akane was awake, but still too weak to leave her hospital bed, and Fuyuhiko would join them today. Hopefully. Sitting on his own perfectly made bed, he wondered if all of the remnants would end up sharing a room for the rest of time. The three of them awake so far had their nightmares, some worse than others, and it was impossible to imagine the rest being able to sleep easy after all that had happened. It was too easy to imagine everyone around the room, as if their spaces were already there waiting for them. Glancing around, Hajime could imagine each and every one of them smiling at him, if he could just bring them all back, if he could just wake them up.

A flash of pink and white hair danced at the corner of his eyes, a gentle smile and a false one, and he slammed his head down on the bed, covering his vision with a pillow. Sleep now, hypotheticals later. Hypotheticals that could never, ever be reality anyways. It was dangerous to get lost in thoughts of a happy ending.

He didn’t deserve an ending just yet. There was too much to fix.

#me and my fucking em dashes #anyways i'm just sharing this to see if it's?? interesting??#i've been writing hella fanfic but i'm always very hesitant to put it on the internet #but i've had soOoOOo many worms lately thinking about facing trauma and healing relationships and how that process is just so bumpy #i have a whole lot more that isn't hajime pov but this is all i'm sharing ATM #i just really want to put these folks in therapy. and that begins at the beginning!#moon babbles #danganronpa #i GUESS #cw surgery #cw medical #just in case #hajime hinata #sonia nevermind #makoto naegi #dr2 #moon writings

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