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quirkle2 · 2 years

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jay do you ever think if warriors is in the middle of a big battle like the bloodied warriors drawings you made that legend ever has to help him calm down?? :0 man the feral ones you made are such a far cry from how carefree and goofy he usually is!!! aaaaaa I love them!!!!!!

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM YES I DO ANON YES I DO

i've mentioned in the past a lot that they Both tend to absolutely lose it if the other is hurt in battle, but i also think abt instances where neither of them r hurt but Something happens in the fight and it makes wars lose it anyway. it could be pretty much anything ?? it could be just a Sound—a particularly familiar way metals scrape together; a yell that sounds like a long-gone soldier of his; the sound of a bomb being lit,,,

it could be smth So small that bothers nobody else at all, but it will instantly take him back to some memory he'd tried to forget. he's suddenly in a different place in his head altogether and he's back in that mindset he'd had to adopt during the war—kill or be killed—and when he of all people gets like that, a literal one-man army, it is incredibly hard to stop him from killing just about anything that moves

it's rare that it happens, but he does occasionally snap into something cold and feral and heartless. sometimes he's pushed over the edge, and ? sometimes only legend can calm him down

the others try ? most of the time wars recognizes them as allies, but on the rare occasion he's too lost in his own head to know who he's slashing at, they Have to get out of the way in order to not get immediately killed. legend is their fastest member. wars is Almost a match, but not quite, and if it rly came down to it, ledge would be able to avoid his strikes long enough to get his attention and snap him out of it

but i enjoy the idea of wars seeing ledge and That's what snaps him out of it. the others have been trying to get his attention, trying to yell for him to stop and it's proven to be useless cuz he's not hearing a word they're saying, but i fuckin adore the idea of legend being the only one wars' mind seems to pause at. if legend yells enough, it usually breaks through the barrier and gets wars to halt and to blink and realize he'd gotten lost in his head

and when he's finally snapped out of it ? he's Instantly panicking. he knows immediately what happened, or at least the jist of it, and he's whipping around to count heads and scan bodies for injuries inflicted By Him. he's actively hyperventilating cuz he doesn't allow himself a Moment of rest between his feral trance and checking the team over for injuries and legend has to grip his shoulders and cup his jaw and force him to Look at him

legend's so ?? it's Scary, for him, to see wars like that. it's scary for everybody, but legend in particular has royal knight trauma, and seeing his best friend, who is a knight, with that heartless, crazed look in his eyes ? it,, it unsettles him so much. legend is Scared of him, in those moments. luckily, they're at the point where ledge knows wars would never hurt him intentionally

and u bet ur ass that wars is so broken up abt losing it on the field. he apologizes endlessly, gets so choked up and guilty abt it, and even though the rest of the chain keeps telling him that they Get it and they understand and they don't blame him, he still beats himself up over it sm. keeps repeating "i could have killed you!" and he's nearly inconsolable

especially if he Does actually hurt one of them. just because that idea hurts me immensely, im gonna say it's never anything more than a simple nick or a twist of a limb <3 but even That . even if he sees a nick on somebody's face and he asks where that came from and they sheepishly admit they'd narrowly dodged one of wars' attacks, he's sofuckign broken up about it.

ur RIGHT anon he's such a goofy and gentle guy and even seeing a Small Cut on any of them, caused by wars, is enough to reduce him to tears. he just keeps thinking that if he'd gone a little faster, if they'd been a little closer, it could have been fatal. it could have chopped their fucking head clean off. That's why he gets so upset. it's how close he got to killing one of his family members

it terrifies him ? he's endlessly apologizing and Instantly unarming himself so he can't hurt them. and it usually takes the whole evening for legend to bring him back to a point where he's calm and not constantly hung up on the fact that he lost it on the field. legend's so gentle w him and the rest of the chain is as well—they're so endlessly patient w him and even if they've said it 16 times in the last hour, they'll keep telling him it wasn't his fault and they do not blame him and No We Don't Hate You Please Never Say That Ever Again

#qktalks #anon #don't quite know what to tag this as ngl #tw violence #tw death mention #????#if i need to add tags pls do let me know im unsure #it's 1am i'm so sleepy so i'll keep my ramblings in the post and Not let it overflow into the tags but GVEIAYGV #ty anon ur mind is so big and wrinkly #that one drawing of him covered in blood next to the red text in that image is my favorite one #love a man who's lost his mind and is covered in blood <33333 HVIUEAGVIA

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sunnyjae · 3 years

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prompt #41 & #46

dom!jay x switch!femreader

so umm i was thinking abt jealous sex :’D

+ aaaa im your new follower! i just saw your blog yesterday and i swear you write soooo good, your jeonghan fic tho 🙇‍♀️😰😮‍💨 tysm!! 🏃🏻

pls these jay requests have me reeling 😩👍🏻 welcome to my blog omgggg thanks for requesting, sweets!

prompts: #41 “you see that baby? that’s me deep inside you“ + #46 "face down ass up, you know the rules"

the role of the class president ♡ pjs [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ dom!jay x fem!reader, switch!reader (alternatively a bratty sub lol)

genre ♡ e2l!au, non-idol!au, smut, mild angst (is banter/arguing considered angst?)

warnings ♡ arguing, lots of kissing, impact play (reader is slapped in the face once), jealousy, mild possessiveness, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, bulge kink

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ fighting with your enemy is fun, and all the more exciting when he’s jealous

author’s note - it takes me at least three days to write and edit requests lol so i hope you guys understand <3 i’m a full-time student so I need to manage my time well. Thanks lovelies! Check out my masterlist and prompts list here

Jay hated how attractive you were, barely letting him go about his daily business without internally crumbling when you came into class every morning. When you didn't, he found himself especially disappointed. You weren’t the most popular in your class, but everyone knew you pretty well and you were friendly to be around - making Jay’s quiddity a living hell (or so he thought). And although you and Jay had an unspoken hatred of each other, there was something more to your dynamic than just pure animosity: you were convinced of that.

Your Sociology teacher Mr Moon concludes the lesson on Critical Criminology with a clap of his hands, eyes immediately going to Jay Park. Who, in your eyes, is the most self-centred, nosy, egotistical and painfully sexy student you’d ever come across. When he passes you, a waft of cedarwood and musk hits your nose, making you internally curse and press your thighs together.

Jay doesn't do much, let alone even speaks to you and yet has this effect on you. Fuck.

“Clean the classroom after everyone leaves, will you, Jay?” Mr Moon packs his papers and takes his coffee mug in hand. You stay seated as the other students shuffle out, some of your friends waving bye to you as they leave.

Jay nods, watching the teacher follow. His chest tightens as he realises he and you are finally alone.

You open your textbook and look through some of the recently read pages, skimming for some necessary information. As you dig through your bag, you hear Jay open the cupboard at the back of the room with the set of keys Mr Moon must have left for him. Eventually finding your airpods, you notice they’re out of battery as they die as soon as they pair with your phone. Fuck. Now you have no way of distracting yourself.

Your tiny whispered curse gets Jay’s attention and he rolls his eyes for effect. “Studying isn’t that hard.” His voice isn't loud enough to echo in the classroom, but it's clear enough to get your full attention.

Your head snaps to him as he bends to wipe the desks a few feet from you with a wipe he must have procured from the janitor's closet, not looking at you. “I’m recapping some stuff?” you gawk, turning back to your book. “Don’t distract me, I’m busy.”

“Whatever, it’s not like studying is gonna help you anyways.” he adds.

You stand up immediately, swiveling in Jay’s direction again and pointing a finger at him. “I don’t like you.” you pause, suddenly unsure of what insult to throw that is suitable and effective for the situation (a relatable problem, but i digress). “Fuck off.”

He actually laughs at you, hysterically, even going as far as to bend over to rest his hands on his knees through his fit of booming laughter. “Very mature for your age,” he snorts, fingers going back to the wet wipe and swiping down the wood in long strokes.

You straighten your skirt and, slightly embarrassed, clear your throat before sitting down. Fingers playing with your red biro, you bite your lip and continue reading.

Jay suddenly leans over you from behind, the warmth radiating from his chest but not touching you, and that same cedar scent filling your nostrils again makes your heart flutter in well-masked excitement. He places his palm over the paragraph you were (kind of, but not really) reading and furrows his brows. “What are you looking through?”

You swallow, feeling the heat between your legs grow borderline distracting. “Marxist theories on crime.” you sniff.

“Hm. It’s pretty easy to understand - but of course you’re just not very intelligent, are you?” you feel him mock-pouting, and that comment does something to you that you can’t really explain. You’re concerned you’ll gush out onto the chair from your wetness, the skirt would be doing nothing to hide your arousal either, thighs slick and hot.

“Fuck off.” you mutter, “I won’t be intelligent if you don’t leave me alone, you dick.”

He lets out a tight breath, “Ouch. My feelings are hurt.” and the warmth is quickly replaced by the cold of the classroom again as he lifts himself up and heads for the front of the room.

Jay’s blazer does nothing to hide the definition on his arms when he picks up the mop and begins swiping at the floor like nothing ever went on just a few seconds earlier. You have to close your eyes to ground yourself before you jump him and go feral, your anger (you think) really getting the best of you.

When your friend from the year below, Sunoo enters the room with a wide smile, Jay can’t help but narrow his eyes. “Hey,” he settles himself on the desk beside you, the one Jay just wiped down, he reminds himself, tight-lipped.

“Hiya,” you turn to Sunoo, “What brings you to my study hour?”

“Thought I’d keep you company till the next bus.”

“Awe,” you coo, reaching to pinch his cheeks before he slaps your hands away.

Sunoo grimaces at you, “I’m staying for five minutes and then I’m leaving, calm your ass down.”

Jay tries to cancel out your conversation, but of course, your voice being as pretty as it is, he can’t help but perk up at the mention of his name.

“I have Mr Class President Jay with me to keep me company,” you throw him a look, making Sunoo glance his way too. “But he’s just a pretentious ass so he’s no fun.” you pout, and Jay fucking swears he’s never seen anything so cute in his life. If only he could put that pretty mouth to better use-

The tension is rife in the room and Sunoo clocks it immediately.

“Right then, have fun guys, I’m leaving.” he gives Jay a prolonged look as if to say thank me later and exits the classroom as quickly as he got in.

“Wait- Sunoo-” You stand, but your friend leaves with a quick salute and an accomplished smirk on his face.

You sit back down with a tilt of your head, unsure of what to say.

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on that guy,” Jay deadpans, finishing up the mopping job.

You scoff, snatching your bottle and taking a sip of your water. “And if I did? It doesn’t concern you.”

He stops moving and just stands there, facing the board at the front. “No?”

“So you’d date him?” he laughs unamused, biting his lip in anticipation of your answer. Sunoo’s nice, but you don’t really go for your best friends.

He rests the mop against the wall behind the teacher's desk and quickly forgets about his task.

Jay turns around, dark eyes on you already. “I asked you a question: would you date Kim Sunoo?”

Fuck it. “Yeah, if he wants to.”

Jay is silent. Only the sound of heavy breathing fills the room.

He points to the space in front of him. “Come here.”

With a twitch of your brow you question, “You want me to stand in front of you?” crossing your arms defiantly.

“I said come here.” he repeats, voice somewhat different, and the stare he’s pinned you under has you shuddering.

"Some goody-two-shoes rich boy telling me what to do? Funny, that." you smirk to hide your nerves, leaning back and crossing your legs for effect.

"If I have to repeat myself a third time, you'll be in trouble."

You shrug, considering your options. Whatever Jay has to say will have you internally choking so you guess it's just best to follow through.

Standing up from your desk, you make your way to eventually be face to face with the pompous ass of a class president. "What." Your question isn't even a question, you note, realising that you don't care for what he has to reprimand you for, only that he can absolutely fuck you into the next century.

His jaw is tight and he steps closer to you.

You laugh. "Are you jealous? I bet you can't even fuck me properly-"

He slaps your cheek with his fingers, just so he stuns you but doesn't hurt you. Humiliation burns in your stomach. "What the fuck?" you try to grit out, holding the area that was hit with your own fingers, but failing to react angrily enough because you swear you nearly cum from just that.

"Fucking brat," he adds, tone a little melancholic and his expression unreadable at this point.

He holds your chin with one hand and uses the other to pry your fingers off your face, holding your wrist down.

"Get on the desk, ass to me."

You look up at Jay, biting your lip and hesitating in front of him. He's intimidating, and you don't think you've felt so excited before.

"Face down ass up, you know the rules." Jay corners you into the table, throwing his blazer elsewhere and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"The door is open." you tell him.

"It won't be because I'll close it." he rolls his eyes, stalking over to lock it before returning to his previous position, watching you expose yourself for him.

"I bet you're dripping, aren't you?" he smirks, leaning over you once again to mutter in your ear. "All for Jay. isn't that right?"

"Yeah," you sigh breathily, not feeling the need to lie anymore as you press your cheek into the clean desk.

He laughs over you, head lolling down as his shoulders shake for a few seconds. When he stops, his eyes return to you and begin to rake up the expanse of your back and legs.

You swallow harshly, not knowing how to feel about his reaction.

Pressing his hips into yours, Jay groans as his covered semi-hardness comes in contact with the material of your skirt. The way your hands reach back for god knows what, makes him physically shudder and finally realise fuck this is really happening. Using one hand, the other pressing into the desk beside your waist, he presses his palm into the back of your hand and puts it in front of your face, flat on the surface.

"Tell me again." He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You feel Jay's fingers now under your skirt and they press into the sopping material on the crotch of your panties. "Who made you wet?"

Biting your lip, you gulp. "Um-"

"No ums - we don't do that here. You speak to me properly."

You breathe in deep and answer softly, "You, Jay. You made me this wet."

"Hm. And remind me," he smirks to himself. "Did you or did you not insult me just then?"

You swallow again. "Yes Jay."

"Are you going to apologise?"

"Will you fuck me if I apologise?"

"Talk back to me again-" his grip on your hand tightens. "We're making some rules, okay, love?"

Love?

"Yes."

"You call me Jay and Jay only. If you insult me, or disobey our rules, don't expect to be able to sit properly for the next two weeks." you're tempted to mutter a playful ooooh scaryyyy but shut up before you do. "Don't talk back to me, and if you do - same thing." he affirms. "If you're good, my good girl, expect to be rewarded. Do you understand?"

When he moves one of his hands to your waist and the other rubs at your clothed slit, you let out a breathy "Yes, Jay." the petname doing whatever the fuck your stomach was doing in the moment.

"Apologise."

"I'm sorry Jay."

"Properly."

"I'm sorry for calling you a pretentious ass and a dick." you stop yourself from laughing, luckily.

"Better." he mutters. "Can I take your panties off, sweetheart?" you nearly choke on your spit at the next petname.

"Yeah, please Jay." you whisper, feeling his lips on your jaw and just under your ear. He kisses at your skin, sensitive, and continues, using both hands to hook his index fingers into the elastic and tug them down slowly.

They eventually come off under your converses and Jay puts them in his pocket for safekeeping.

He finally flips your skirt up and has to hold back from absolutely going to town on you. "Fuck."

Your pussy is out on display for his greedy eyes, messy and wet. So ready. Ready to be eaten out so good. Ready to be fucked into just like that with no necessary prep. “Will you let me eat your pussy, baby?”

“Yes, Jay. Please touch me.”

At that, he falls to his knees behind the teacher’s desk, coming face to face with your pretty pussy and winking asshole. “God, I wish I could take your ass today too.” he lifts a finger to wiggle the tip in. “But I’m saving that for another day.” he sighs, eyes moving to your sopping cunt.

“Please Jay,” you whisper.

He pulls his fingers away, big hands going to hold your hips in his tight grip before diving in feral, eating your pussy like a straight up animal. His tongue slips over the sides of your lower lips teasingly, “Tastes so sweet hon’.”

“I eat a lot of fruit.” you respond with an airy moan, his tongue penetrating your hole.

He laughs, “I like to eat sweet things too,” suckling at your folds and teasingly pressing a kiss onto your clit. You don’t see him look up at you, completely smitten as he fucks his tongue into you, listening to your pretty as fuck moans and whines of his name. The vibrations of his chuckles leave you shaking, knees knocking against each other as your abdomen tightens with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” you whine, bucking your hips into his face. His nose presses into your puckered hole and he sucks at your clit again.

With one final tug at your labia between his lips, he stands up. You groan at the loss of warmth, but gasp when he shoves you around and sits your ass on the desk, your legs around his hips. He dives in to kiss you and it feels as if his lips meeting yours, and the taste of your sweetness still on them is all you need to fall for an ass like him even more. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he lies you onto your back and swoons internally as you spread yourself open for him. “Please baby,”

He kisses you deeply again, “You’re fucking mine,” he groans, “Not gonna date anyone but me,” Jay adds, “Not gonna spread this pretty pussy for anyone but me, not gonna ever fucking kiss anyone but me, baby.” lips pressing to yours once again, he sucks the breath from your lungs along with the words you were about to articulate.

“Please fuck me, Jay.” you bring him down to your mouth, licking in to taste him again. Your tongues tangle in a passionate battle and he almost loses his balance when he tries to unzip his slacks.

“Yeah, pretty girl, Jayjay’s gonna fuck you so good.” he mutters, tongue swiping at his lower lip. “Spread your pussy for me, baby.”

You bring one hand down and flip your skirt up, using two fingers to spread your labia and expose your winking hole to him.

“Gorgeous, sweetheart. Mine.” he smiles at you, pulling himself out of his boxers, tip already at your entrance. When he eases into you, your eyes are focused on his dark ones. You bite your lip shyly and Jay kisses you softly, hearing the sweet airy satiated sighs escape your lips. “You’re always so pretty for me,” he pulls away, lips cherry red from your tinted lip balm and you coyly smile at him, letting out a hiss and when he finally pushes in fully.

Your eyes drop to your belly and you gasp, stealing the class president’s attention. “Fuck. You see that baby? That’s me deep inside you.” he grins, eyes flicking to yours again.

“Yeah,” you nod softly.

“Fuck, you’re so cute.” he groans, pulling out and pressing back in again until you’re full. Jay leans down to cuddle into you as he fucks you slow and deep, taking in your pleasure-filled gasps.

When your hands find his hair, he looks up at you with soft eyes, completely unlike his earlier demeanor. You pout your lips in need of a kiss and he giggles, submitting to your non-verbal request. He continues fucking you as he kisses you, “This isn’t where I wanted to fuck you this softly.” he whines, holding your waist.

“You can fuck me slow when you come over tonight.” you tell him, stroking the sides of his head, “Right now I recall you called me dumb,” you laugh.

He pulls himself up, the snaps of his hips quickening in pace, making you hiss. “Ah, fuck.”

“You’re my dumb little girl,” he corrects you, smirking. “How about I fuck you here, then we go to your house and I stay over,” Jay adds, “And I take you out tomorrow,” he continues,

“And then I fuck you again,”

author’s note - I like this one lol

#jay park smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen smut #jay enhypen smut #kpop smut asks #kpop smut requests #kpop smut #enhypen smut requests #enhypen smut asks

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fictiveheavy-systim · 2 years

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inbox check? 👉👈

Under the cut! This is just to check if Tumblr ate stuff, so it doesn't include requests via dms and stuff :]

Also just for my sake, Tom's messages are gone be excluded (because bark knows they're all there + some are repeats)

Also a few aren't requests, just messages our lovely followers have sent us so they know we got em <3 and I removed any URLS if they included what account they wanted tagged in case they wouldn't want em there.

A stim board for a system that's collectively wiccan? (Protection jar things, crystals, etc!)

:)! /gen I'd like to request a Slytherin Harry Potter stimboard, with snakes, potions, and, if possible, rings/jewelry. Also, I'd prefer if the middle icon/faceclaim isn't a white Harry. Thank you! -🐍📚

ranbob (from tftsmp) pronouns suggestions & stimboard? (don't tag as kin, this is for a fictroject)

seapeekay stimboard for a fictroject with the colour orange, red and black

lawrence oleander stimboard for a fictroject with plants, cryptid or dark stuff (also no tagging as kin)

HI can we get name + pronouns suggestions for a fallen grizzly fictroject (from slimecicle's hardest difficulty vid)?

hi!! pronouns for a basil introject please!! (also, don't tag as kin!)

could you make a beyblades stimboard please :0 no preferences on colours or anything I just like it when the little guys go spin spin bonk

Could you please do an orange related stimboard with slime and in the middle a picture of ranboo? /nf

could you make a beyblades stimboard please :0 no preferences on colours or anything I just like it when the little guys go spin spin bonk

Heyyy, can I get stimboard for Spinner(BNHA) fictive with pink, green, gamer girl aesthetics, and lipstick cutting(soap is fine too tho)? - @/lameboy-lizardgirl

Hello! Could I please have a stimboard for a factive of a fictive of Spencer Reid?(It's. Interesting lakdndnfkdi) For the stims, I really like brown things and collections if that makes sense? If you need more details please let me know!!! :-]] (@/thinklessofme)

hi!! im an introject of tweek tweak from south park and would love a me themed stim board!! please tag #don’t tag as kin and #don’t tag as irl, i am extremely attached to source :[ pls tag me in the post u make btw!! but anyways!! i would love stims of coffee (or drinks in general), paws (specifically puppy or fursuit paws), space + anything else u want to add!! i would also love a blue, black, brown and/or green colour palette but im not too fussy ^_^ tysm!! art for middle: (cred. impchaos on insta) [included image]

Your cool lemme just *gives you some of my fav gifs* [2 gifs, and 1 still image that multiple people have sat around watching to wait for the gif but it wasn't and it was hilarious, unsure if that was on purpose but this was great ty]

First of all, I hope you have a fantabulous day!!! Could I get a stimboard with leather stims, tangles (the fidget thingy), and hand stims? Thank thank thank you!!!

May I have a Ardyn Izunia(Final Fantasy XV) Stimboard with darkness/corruption/nighttime themes? With dice and resin shakers if you can? And can you tag me?

Could we perhaps get a Tony Stark stimboard? Our Tony introject loves technology, science, and clicking his pen (classmates love that one /s). We'd like this to be posted anonymously and tagged with don't reblog. Thank you and I hope you're all having a good day! /g

You're really cool! All the stuff you but in your boards is very stimmy /pos [thank you! We haven't replied to this because we want to keep it in our inbox, but rest assured it was very nice and we've seen it]

i'm a billy loomis fictive, could i get a stimboard with red/blood looking things, knives, maybe some phone stims and a slight lovecore theme as well? please tag [URL] instead of this blog, thank you!

hi!! :D (also i couldn't really tell if the rules are ok with singlets interacting so if you want me to not interact w this blog its ok!! /g) could i have a stimboard with laundry hampers lined with blankets with animals in them, st bernards, giant animals stuffies, and folded laundry? if its too much to have in 1 stimboard thats okay!! i also don't know if asking two requests in one ask is ok so its ok if you need to skip out on this one if you want!! roller rinks, neon lights, pink roller skates, mp3 players,and disco outfits!! (like pants with the big bottoms and sparkley crop tops!!) thank you so much <3333

could i request a stimboard for a benry fictive with black goop, blues / reds / teals and shiny stuff pls? tyvm

kokichi oma fictant stimboard, peas and tanks! lots of glitter and paint and scribbles, if you'd be so kind

[There's also another one for a Jeremy fictant, but they went into deep specifics about how they formed and I don't want to post that w/o permission. They also specified an image and multiple of us have attempted to go find it to do this request but it's been futile so far :( they did include their @ but dms usually freak us out]

Overall we have 44 asks in THIS inbox, 1 in the system inbox, and 1 in dms

#inbox check #🦦jon

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bangtans-peaceful-piegon · 4 years

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My Cup of Tea: Prologue

My Cup Of Tea: Prologue | YoongixReader

Warnings for this Chapter: none, just a post-breakup suffering OC who is saved by a whole Min Yoongi

“Coffee is bitter, so people add a little bit of sugar or creamer until it suits their taste. However, once it’s added it can’t be separated. It’s also addictive, it’s your choice to keep it as your poison or to control how much you take. Some people need it, some people don’t...In that case, it really isn’t their cup of tea.”

A/N: im finally deciding to post this after who knows how long sajkdfhd,, tysm for beta reading this for me @jtrbluv !!! again u were a huge help because the tag game you tagged me in gave me the final push to actually post this fic thats been collecting dust in my drafts. ily boo !!! <3 it also took a while because i wanted to do more research for this fic. i dont think ive read about or drank so much tea in my life for the past few months. pls enjoy the prologue everyone!

Word Count: 1,600+

You sat in the worn out leather booth, eyes trained on the steaming mug in front of you.

What just happened?

Something that took five years to grow ended in mere seconds.

Five years of dedication.

Five years of convincing yourself it would work out, that it could be fixed.

Five years spent on a relationship that should’ve ended before it began.

You mindlessly took a sip of your coffee hissing as the hot brew burnt your tongue, mind drifting back to the argument that occurred hours ago...

“You’re never here!”

“Was I not enough for you?”

“Where’s the old Y/N that I knew and loved?”

You weren’t sure about what was said after that except for... “I’m seeing someone else.”

The bruising pain on your tongue began to throb and you couldn’t help the tears that formed.

You never liked coffee, but the café was your favorite place.

Perhaps it was the enticing aroma that attracted you every time you walked in, or maybe it was the cleverly thought out name that was in the form of childlike puns: Bearly Awake Brew.

Either way, you couldn’t despise coffee any more than you already did in this moment.

“Are you alright?”

You whipped your head up to see a man standing above you.

Through your bleary eyes you could make out a set of kind brown ones shielded by black frames which rested atop a boopable nose. On his head, a black mop of neatly trimmed hair along with soft cheeks paired with a soft jawline.

The man was dressed in a black turtle-neck and long-coat as if returning from a meeting discussing the newest stocks and bonds of business.

After a small, possibly noticeable, ogling of the stranger, you shook your head ‘no.’

He motioned to the seat across from you raising his brows inquisitively, “May I?”

This time you slowly nodded.

He seemed harmless enough, and even if he tried anything there was pepper spray in your purse.

You sniffled as he took a seat.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No y-you wouldn’t understand.” He leaned forward onto his elbows—a determined furrow in his brow.

“Try me.”

Who was this guy? He didn’t come off as threatening but somewhat… familiar.

You couldn’t quite place his face or remember his name.

“Not yet, right now I just need a good cry,” you replied sinking further into your seat.

“Alright.” He said, shrugging and not saying much, or really, nothing.

He sat across from you— not making eye contact but quietly observing the café.

Several questions raised in your mind: Where did he come from? Why is he here of all places? Did someone send him with the intention to make you feel even more like a fool than you already did?

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” you asked when the silence became a little too long.

“No, not really...” he replied slowly. “Would you like me to leave?”

“No, I mean, it’s just-“ you hesitated, “You’re fine,”

“Ok then.”

Silence.

One look at him and it’d be hard to believe women find him approachable, but the man came up to you.

Much less, while you were on the verge of outright bawling in the middle of a café.

“What’s your name?” you asked, initiating conversation. You might as well since he was there.

“Yoongi. Yours?” You hesitated knowing it wasn’t fair to not give him your name.

“I’ll reassure you I’m not a stalker, at least not the bad kind.”

You let out an amused scoff, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He chuckles and you couldn’t help but enjoy the sound.

Were you really that joy deprived?

“Ok then, I’m Min Yoongi, and I’m a stocker. As in I distribute and track merchandise in stores.” he reaches a hand out to shake and you can’t help but stare at it.

“Well go on I won’t bite,” you huffed a laugh, taking his hand and shaking it.

He smiles and you can’t help but return it.

Who is this guy?

“Why don’t we go for a walk?”

You contemplate his offer.

You had just met him but you hadn’t had casual conversation in a while… or hung out with friends for that matter. So maybe it’d be good for you after-

“Sure let’s go,” You replied immediately while standing up, maybe a little too quickly— your chair scratching the wooden floors and making a startling sound as you headed to the door.

He raised his brows in surprise at the sudden burst of energy before trailing behind you, ignoring the stares of café patrons.

“Hey wait up!”

This was another reason why you visited the quaint coffee shop often.

The park outside was always bustling with life and energy.

There was a little pond where ducks would glide across its surface diving from time to time, scavenging for the weeds at the bottom, maybe even getting sustenance from people who were ignorant of the ‘Do not feed the ducks’ sign.

It also had an open field where locals and families would enjoy the hot summer days by setting up little camps with blankets and food or even play small games of football or soccer.

While children played in the vast expanse of green, parents would sit back and converse with strangers forming new friendships. It was a place of change and growth and you loved it.

“So,” Yoongi continued as you both walked down the dirt path, “other than your name, and why you were crying in my café, is there anything about you I have yet to know?” Your cheeks flushed red as you shifted your sight to the ground.

“There’s nothing much really,” you replied with a shrug before backtracking his sentence, “Wait, your café?”

“Don’t change the subject. There’s got to be one thing about you… how about your favorite color?”

You purse your lips at the dodging of the question, albeit a basic one, but it was a start. “I guess Rainbow,”

He nodded with a hum, “Wise choice,”

You let out a huff of amusement, “Alright wise guy, what’s yours?”

He pondered for a moment before affirmatively replying, “Black,”

You hummed. “Kind of... dark, isn’t it?”

He turned around and shrugged, “I’d say the rainbow but you took it already,”

You scoffed, resuming your place beside him.

He continued asking basic questions to which you replied and vice versa.

You liked dogs, but him on the other hand didn’t have a favorite animal, at least until he adopted a poodle which made him keen on the creatures, more specifically one named Holly.

You were allergic to bees and he was allergic to cats.

You both enjoyed a variation of music from rap to classical piano music, but the question also led to a debate on what artist is the most superior to all.

Neither of you won, and concluded neither lost with valid points made during said argument.

It only felt like minutes had gone by but wasn’t until you looked at the time that you realized how late it was.

The crowd at the park had begun to thin out while shops surrounding the area were beginning to close for the day.

The once bright sunlight began to fade behind clouds as it began its descent to the horizon.

“I should probably be heading home,” you cut in politely before he could delve into the topic of what they would do in a post-apocalyptic world.

“Oh,” he replied, obviously disappointed.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well could I ask you one more thing?”

You nodded expecting it to be another ‘get to know you’ question or something along the lines of ‘if you had to would cut your arm or leg off?’ but it was something much more complicated.

“Can I get your number?”

You stiffened, unsure how to respond.

You weren’t sure if he was asking as a friend or a man with an ulterior motive.

Could you really do it?

Especially after you had just-

“I’m sorry that came out wrong,” He quickly mended, fumbling his words, realizing your distress.

“I think you’re really great, and I’d like us to continue talking. Just two people who enjoy each other’s company, you know?”

You looked up at him and saw he was offering to be friends that would be nothing more.

You couldn’t deny: you had fun.

For the first time in a long time.

Maybe it wasn’t a relationship you needed, but a friendship.

You smiled, “I’d like that,”

You reached into your pocket pulling out your phone, “Here.”

You both swapped devices, putting in the respective numbers. Once the contact was added, you returned each device to the rightful owner.

He grinned, holding up his phone, “How about a contact photo?”

You smiled, nodding as you stood beside him while he took a selfie of you side-by-side. Once the picture was taken he slid his phone into his pocket. “Thanks,” he glanced down at the phone, that darn smile growing on his face, “Y/N. I’ll talk to you soon?”

You nodded and finally split ways.

As you began the trek toward your apartment a dopey smile remained plastered on your face.

Maybe everything would be alright.

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