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Pairing: EdenClubAndroid!Sapnap x amab!Reader

Au: Detroit become human

Warnings: dacryphillia, degrading, praise, dumbification, amab, sex club

Phrase Indigo: "That’s it. Take it like a good whore,"

A/N: posting this one makes me nervous for some reason

Androids. They made everything so much easier. They could offer you so much; do the chores, cooking, give companionship. Oh. The last one made your heart ache. Being alone for so long had made you consider purchasing one, but they were pretty expensive. The starting prices were usually well over 8 thousand and for the type of companionship you desired? Shockingly, but not shockingly, costly. 

Today however was different by some miracle, or accident. A flyer had made its way into your mail stack. The Eden club. You had heard of places like this opening up ever since the android act passed years ago. Places that offered experiences you wouldn't normally get and it was tempting; so tempting you had now been standing outside for 15 minutes weighing your choices. 

The Detriot air was frigid around your body, the first snow of the season had just fallen, yet even the bite of winter approaching couldn't help you make up your mind. Finally letting fate decide you flipped a spare coin in your pocket. Heads; you try something new. Sighing you pocketed the coin and headed inside. Bright neon pictures of half naked androids flanked you. The main lobby was no different. There was definitely no subtly to this place. 

"You look new, no need to be shy," your head followed the voice. The person ended up introducing themselves as the owner. "Usually I'm around back doing things, but I have plenty of time to help a new customer," 

"How do you know im-" 

The man blinked at you. "You look terrified," he responded as if it was obvious. He told you to follow him. "I'll show you all the ones perfect for first timers," 

"Are they more expensive than the others?" You quirked an eyebrow knowing how these establishments usually are. 

He didn't answer but the boastful laugh that followed your question was answer enough. He continued through the different rooms, red, and blue. "If you're looking for cameras you'll find none," he said, gauging your uneasiness. "Complete anonymity, people come and go as they please," 

Clearing your throat you turned away from him, glancing at all the various androids you were passing. "Are there any that can be rented to come home with you for a night?" You questioned glancing at one on a pole. 

"Of course right over here," Once more you were disappointed by the selection in front of you. Maybe you really just needed to go meet an actual person. "So, how about any of these? And with renting at home you'll have to select activities and sign a little contract, it's no big deal," he laughed. 

"How about that one?" You asked, catching sight of another android. He seemed- different. This one was in normal attire and the only way you knew he was one was thanks to the blinking yellow LED on the side of his head. He was watching you with dark eyes across the room from where he sat at the bottom of one of the poles. 

The owner followed your gaze. "I'm not so sure about that," 

"Why not?" 

"He's built for rougher things, I-" 

"I want that- I mean. That's um- that's fine. I'm fine with that," 

He regarded you with a puzzled look but sighed giving in. He waved the android over and led you to the desk where he pulled a paper out. "Here," he pushed the screen towards you. "Just type in whatever specific things you like and a stopping word," he sighed. You did as he asked, acutely aware of the dark eyes that continued to stare you down. There was something a bit unsettling about it. It wasn't your everyday blank android stare. 

Pushing everything back to the man you remembered whispers of a different type of android, ones called- "Okay, that should be all, sign and pay here then he'll just follow you back," you grabbed the pen signing it and swiping your card. 

"But what about him, how will he get back?" 

The male in front of you laughed as he took away the contract. It must have been a stupid question. "He'll find his way back, it's in his program. They always return," But if he's what you think he is. He won't be returning back here anytime soon. 

The process was pretty simple. You paid, you signed, now you drive him to your place, and then things will be over. 

You stepped into your apartment door, android on your tail. Once you shut the door you sighed. "There are some spare clothes in the laundry room if you want to change. I think you'd fit them," 

He tilted his head at you confused. "What?" Those were the first words he had spoken all night. 

"Well you're a deviant aren't you? You're going to run away?" You asked softly, hoping you hadn't misread the situation. Years of playing detective games please don't fail you now. 

He seemed to scramble for an excuse but failed to give you one. "You're very bad at pretending to be a non-deviant," 

"And you still paid for a night with me?" 

"How else would you escape?" You shrugged. Although maybe you weren't getting companionship tonight, it still made you feel good to help someone else. 

"Thank you," 

"You're welcome, you can stay here for the night if you need, the couch is all i've got available but it's comfortable," 

He took a step closer. "Oh I plan on it," You looked up at him, noticing how quickly he closed the distance between you two. 

At your confused look he chuckled. "You paid for a night sugar, and I fully intend on giving you the best night of your life of one variety or the next," 

You turned away from him. The implications of his sentence told you it didn't have to be sex he provided but thinking back to what the owner said, "he's built for rougher things,", Curiosity was peeking its little head. He seemed eager to thank you. Giving him the consent he needed you began stepping away. 

"You really don't have to. So don't- don't feel forced to but... I'm heading to my room if you'd like to continue our paid plans. You can follow," 

Just as your body turned into the hallway you heard him speak up. 

"Sapnap," 

"What?" You looked back to the raven-haired male offering you a cocky smirk. 

"Sapnap. In case you need to know what name you're screaming tonight," 

A heat passed through your face. "I-," you let him win this one as you lead him to your room. 

You had barely taken a seat on your bed before Sapnap had moved between your legs. His hands rested heavily on your knees, an artificial breath fanning over you. You leaned back slightly on your hands. He was studying every bit of you as if trying to figure out where to start first. His hands crawled up your thigh as he did. "Your heart rate is elevated," he murmured. "Let me help you...relax," 

Wordlessly you allowed him to drag down your pants slowly. You shivered at the feeling of his fingertips slowly drifting along your thighs.   He was staring at you with such intensity you didn't know if you'd last the night. 

Sapnap slowly stood up from pulling your clothes off, now leaning over you. "What do you want?" 

"K-kiss me please," 

He leaned forward pressing his lips against yours. They molded together perfectly. He whined as you pulled away for a small breath, chasing you as you did. Sapnap didn't seem to want to stop this exchange of lustful passion. 

It made you dizzy the way he dominated the kiss. The way he was stealing your breath and more. When he pulled away he studied the way your lips were not a bit swollen, cheeks lightly tinted, and eyes begging him to absolutely ruin you. Poor you. You didn't know what you were getting yourself into. Did you? 

As he was leaning over to grab the lube you left for tonight, it dawned on you. Sapnap knew exactly what you wanted tonight, having typed it out earlier. You'd be lucky to even be able to speak let alone think later. Cold fingers pushed gently against your hole. He began to stretch you open with impossible precision. 

"I didn't know you were such a whore baby," he grinned, glancing up at you. His eyelashes fluttering innocently was the complete opposite of the story his lips told. He was amused by the small groan you let out. Hot words that had burning results. 

"Holes sucking my fingers back in," Sapnap mumbled to himself. You weren't listening, however, more focused on the now three fingers stuffing you. Your hips jolted as he curled them. "So responsive," another murmur just for him. You caught his wrist as he sped up making him lock eyes with you. 

"Enough," slowly he pulled them out. "I need more," 

"So demanding," he chuckled lowly as he slicked himself up. 

"If you don't fuck me right now-" 

"You'll what?" Sapnap grinned tapping the tip against you. 

"You'll be sleeping on the couch tonight," 

His hips rutted against you a few times, only letting the tip enter and exit. What a teasing asshole. "As opposed to your bed?" 

"Exactly," 

That's when he pushed in for real. His hands caught yours and pinned them by your head. Your gasp was cut off by a moan. God, he was big. "Breathe," he reminded softly, his cock slowly stretching you open. Had you been holding your breath? 

You whimpered, catching his attention. Sapnap hushed you gently. 

"Oh I know baby, I'm bigger than you thought," he nuzzled your face. "Taking it so well, so perfectly, made just for me," your walls squeezed around him harshly. 

You felt almost as if you had been charged with electricity. Every nerve in your body crackled with pleasure as he fully bottomed out. His dick filled you perfectly, the tip kissing right against a bundle of nerves you didn't think he'd find so soon. With a tight grip on your hips, Sapnap slowly started to thrust. The pull and drag of each movement had you desperate for more. You wanted to be broken, you wanted him to ruin you. 

Sapnap noticed and began teasing you. "If you wanted it faster, sugar, all you had to do was ask," he grinned down at you. His thrusts were teasing, grinding lightly as he pushed in. 

"C'mon, use your words, I know you can," 

Your wrists flexed beneath him. "Please?" 

And how could he resist such soft doe eyes? Sapnap pulled out and helped you to stand up and bend over the bed before pushing back in. "Better buckle up baby," he chuckled. 

Sapnap's grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you exactly where he wanted. Your legs quivered with each rough thrust, each time threatening to give out. You couldn't stop the assortment of cries and moans tumbling from your lips even if you wanted to. 

Each noise was music to Sapnap's ears, and he wanted more. It fueled his movements, fucking faster and harder to draw each one out as loud as he could. 

You don't even know how you got into this position. One second you're bent over the bed the next you're being pulled up and back against Sapnap's chest. A hand lifted one of your legs by the thigh allowing him to fuck deeper than before. 

"Oh fuck," you whined. The free hand wrapped around your hip to stroke roughly at your cock. You choked on a plea of 'harder', hands grasping his forearms desperately. 

The low chuckle that escaped him made your face heat. "God what a fucking slut, begging me to go harder. You hear how fucking good you sound right now sweetheart?" Sapnap moaned. It was a sound you didn't even know he could produce. A sound that reverberated through your body, twisting everything into a silly knot. 

You didn't even notice the first tears as they slipped. Too lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was providing. Sapnap noticed, however. "Is it really that good baby? So good you're crying?" He grinned going faster. "Go on sugar, keep those pretty tears coming. Look so good babbling on my dick looking so fucked out," it was as if he knew everything about you. Exactly how to twist his wrist and where to touch you to make you scream his name. 

You didn't want it to stop. You felt as if you were on a higher plane of existence right now. You went limp in his grasp without any warning as your orgasm washed over you. 

Sapnap chuckled watching your cum splash onto your lower body. His hand continued to stroke, dragging his thumb against the sensitive tip. "That's it cum for me pretty boy, all for me," his head dipped to your neck, kissing gently against your throat. "I know you can do it again. One more for me," he whispered. Another orgasm washed over you in response. It was unfair how he could take you apart so quickly. 

When Sapnap began to pull out you whined. 

"Are you sure you'd like to keep going?"

 "Please," 

Sapnap just hummed in response. "Okay, I'll keep going until you're satisfied," he teased. You let him move you into another position, this time on the bed probably out of fear that your quivering legs would let you down. Hands and knees. 

Your arms shook as you tried to hold yourself up. It wasn't a surprise that he saw. He was well equipped to take care of any needs, whether you knew you needed them or not. His hand pressed down on your back. "There you go sugar," he praised as you let your chest touch the bed. 

"Not a single little thought in that brain of yours is there?" he hummed softly, pushing in once more. Your arms were adjusted to be comfortable. "That's okay. That's why I'm here, let me take care of you," Any coherent thoughts you may have had fizzled out as the sweet man behind you thrust away. 

"You just lay there and enjoy," he cooed. His hands were like life anchors on you. Keeping you afloat. One holding your wrists gently against your back, the other pushing softly on your head. "Think I'll stay for a bit, take good care of you. How's that sound baby?" Your broken moans of his name made him grin. 

"That’s it. Take it like a good whore," 

You had never felt so pliant just from a few coos. So warm in his grasp. He can stay however long he wants. 

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H.JH x F!reader

Rating: smut, slight fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: friends to lovers arc, college au, tipsy sex, unprotected sex, creampie, (slight) hair pulling, choking, fingering, riding

Requested: no

“Hey! Hey! Y/n!”

You, whos just trying to walk back to your dorm peacefully, hear your friend, hyungjun running towards you yelling your name.

He catches up to you and stops, panting

“hey…y/n”

you laugh lightly

“hey jun, whats up?”

hyungjun has been your friend since you got to college, he sat across from you in the library, so many nights of silent studying together before he finally decided to talk to you

“i…got…a new…game”

he says inbetween deep breaths

“ran…across…campus..for this”

you laugh

“will be agreeing to play them with you make you feel better?”

His face lights up

“really?!”

You nod

“really”

he smiles

“yay! Lets go!”

he wraps his arm around your shoulder and starts walking to his dorm.

Hyungjun opens his front door and holds it open for you, you smile

“okay then, gentleman”

you walk in and take your coat off and hang it up, he runs to his gaming console and picks up a few game discs, you smile and watch him rush to push the first game in, you dont remember the last time he was this excited.

you plop on the beanbag chair next to him. He smiles at you

“you ready to play the best game ever?”

He says, finger on the start button

“lets do this”

you two play the game for the next couple of hours, it wasnt until cans of beer get involved that you guys completely forgot about the game all together.

You guys are laying on your beanbags across from each other, beers in hand. Both of you are tipsy now, jun maybe alittle bit more than you, he sighs after another swig of his drink

“i havent gotten laid in so long”

he looks at you

“what about you”

you sigh

“well….too be honest”

he leans up out of curiosity

“i havent even kissed anyone since i got here”

his jaw drops

“no one?!”

You laugh lightly

“i dont have time!”

“Oh time shmime, sometimes you gotta make time for it”

he sits up

“like now!”

“Huh?”

“Right now you have time, im sure we can find a party or something”

you laugh

“junnie! I dont wanna just fuck the first person i see!”

"Why not? Thats the fun of college!”

You smile

“no, i wanna spend time with you”

he smiles

“awww shucks, dont make me blush y/n”

you giggle and take another swig of your drink

“hey…and totally tell me if this is a bad idea, junnie, but…can i kiss you?”

hyungjun looks at you, cheeks already rosy red

“huh?”

“I know, its a stupid idea, but i havent kissed someone in so long, i dont even remember what its like”

he thinks for a second then nods

“sure, for you”

you smile and sit up, he does too, he pulls himself closer to you, you can smell the alcohol on his breath

“you ready?”

He asks, you nod, he sits his hands on your shoulders and pulls you into a kiss, his lips smashing against yours, you hold onto his waist.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the feeling of kissing someone again, he rests his hand against the side of your face and tilts his head.

Hes the one to pull away first, his face rosy and his lips swollen, hes never looked so pretty, he smiles at you

“that was nice”

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gently carresses the side of your face

“wanna do it again?”

you nod vigorously, he chuckles and pulls you in again, lips moving against yours in tandem.

he wraps his hands around your waist and yours go to his hair, he crawls closer to you, body slotted in between your legs, he pulls away and kisses at your jaw

“you have no clue how much ive wanted to do this”

he says in between kisses, he sucks on your collar bones

“when you walk around campus with your short skirts and tight shirts”

he bites lightly on your neck

“i dont know how i control myself, your such a tease”

you moan lightly and accidently tug on his hair, he groans

“fuck”

he pulls away and stares at you, he pulls his shirt off, you do the same.

He pulls you on his lap, you grind down on him, he sends his hands in your pants and past your panties, he strokes your clit and pushes two fingers past your entrance.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, stretching you out, he stares at you, eyes glossed over.

He fingers you until hes positive your stretched out enough and pulls his hand out, he looks at your juices on his fingers and shoves them in your mouth, you moan as you taste yourself on his fingers.

He pulls his fingers out and kisses you again, hungrily, he bites your lip lightly and pulls away

“you ready?”

He asks, voice dark with lust, you nod.

He pulls your pants down, your hands work on his belt, he lifts himself up and pulls his own pants down, you look at his cock straining against his boxers, your mouth waters in excitement, he chuckles

“like what you see, sweetheart?”

He pulls his cock out his boxers, you sit back on his lap and he moves your panties out of the way, you sink down on his cock, he groans

“fuck, y/n”

his head hits the back of the wall.

You moan as you bounce up and down, he moans

“y/n…so tight”

he takes your hand and places it on his neck, signalling for you to squeeze it, he puts his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down on his cock.

He plants his feet flat on the ground and thrusts up into you, you moan loud, borderline screaming, he thrusts up hard and fast, each time hitting that sweet spot that melts your brain, you squeeze on his neck harder and his thrusts become much sloppier, you can tell hes close, his moans become more high pitched and and his face contorts with pleasure.

He pushes your body down and wraps your legs around his waist, he pounds into you faster than ever and suddenly your high is fast approaching

“sh-shit..y/n..cumming”

he mutters out before thrusting deep within you, filling your womb with his seed, this tips you over the edge too, cumming right after him.

He collapses on top of you, panting

“shit…”

He holds your body close to his and pulls out, still laying ontop of you

“junnie, get off me”

“oh fuck, right”

he rolls over next to you and stares at the ceiling

“is…what you said before true?”

You say as you look at him

“what?”

“About, how you always wanted to do this before”

he looks at you

“well yeah, i thought you were the most beautiful girl when i first saw you”

you smile

“and you are abit of tease”

you laugh

“shut up!”

He giggles and rolls over, placing a peck to your lips

“you dont have to worry about getting laid anymore, kay? You got me”

you smile and nod

“okay, junnie”

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GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS this is teainabowl AND IM BACK WITH MORE NONSENSE AS PROMISED. family crisis almost averted?? i havent slept in 2 days but lmao who cares. (you cant see me rn but i want you to know that im doing a happy little jump skip dance as im writing this)

BECAUSE!!!!! ok. lets talk about genderbending in fandom. i think what usually gives me the ick in those fics is they do nature vs nurture wrong??? like a lot of the time they’ll just change the NATURE of the character and use the different gender as an excuse which. idk idk it runs me the wrong way. BUT QUENN!!! shes very much still theon?? just, nurtured differently. am i making sense? i have been traumatized by some bio-essentialism bs in the past when trying to look into similar fics bc i love gender fuckery PEOPLE JUST DONT GET IT LIKE I DO (or you, appearantly hkdhhfjh i love your story it means so much to me) 

and asoiaf is SUCH a gendered world??? like it has so much untapped potential where even a single characters gender can have SO MUCH IMPACT (can you imagine if joffrey had been a girl?? or if sansa had been a boy???) 

but what originally started my spiel was the realization that jon wouldnt have gone to the nights watch if he was a girl. and. what then?? slightly horrifying tbh, and makes me wonder if one of the other character had been male (read; they had been given more agency and autonomy in their lives) what would have changed???

but back to jon, bc then i immediately thought, ok, lets backtrack a bit, who would jon even BE. bc a lot of jons character revolves around his (lack of) a relationship with catelyn, his siblings mother. but she would have a harder time avoiding him if he was a she, right?? am i making sense???? a girl isnt seen like as much of a threat to her children i thinks?? idk i love cat and jon so much a love picking apart their relationship bc bc bc ARGHhhgg yk? also i like to think of ned being haunted by lyannas carbon copy who happens to be great with swords (would he be permitted to practice swordplay??) idk

ANYWAYS no we come to the part where i tie it up to what you mentioned in your answer. bc as much as JON being a girl might change his relationship with cat, it would be much more fucked up if it were robb, me thinks. (i too am a bit guilty of using robb as an accessory to cat) but but but. are. are you seeing my vision. catelyn stark with her three daughters when ned leaves for the greyjoy rebellion. catelyn whos convinced that the reason her husband wont send his bastard away is because she cant give him any sons. in the books she calls bran her special little boy and. idk the double meaning this would give it. and bran!!! being the heir!!! hiw would that change things??? would the reception to his accident be different?? and speaking of, what about king robert and his obsession with joining his family with neds? i havent talked about how robb (robyn?) would be different in this au but i cant think hed be as pleased as sansa was? his first shown interaction with joff is him trying to curb stomp the fucker lmao. i dont think he would be likely to have a different opinion bc of gender changes. in the books hes often rash and impulsive and prideful, and id want him to keep those traits, but peoples reactions to them would be different?? and so he would shape them in different ways??? am i making sense i feel like im just rambling. this is getting way too long and wayy to incoherent i need to stop. ok bye for now ill be back (threatening)

GO TO BED!!!! GET SOME SLEEP!!!!! But yay! to family crisis averted? Maybe?

Okay. I'm gonna indulge in some haterism for a second cause I've actually poked around the ASOIAF genderbending tag quite a bit. Unfortunately, a lot of those fics? Lame as hell. There's a preponderance of genderbent Jon Snow, which I think is totally cool! Very interesting genderbend to explore because of how much it changes the trajectory of his story. But then the character isn't really written as Jon at all? Maybe I'm just picky about characterization, but oftentimes fem!Jon just becomes this cookie-cutter "strong/feisty" female protag and it's like...

Sorry. I'm being mean. Obviously, there is no singular "correct" take on a given character, as we're all influenced by our own experiences and perceptions. My take on Theon isn't the exact same as yours, or goddcoward's, or Ashen's, or GRRM's. A unique Theon exists in all our heads, each one a bit different from the others.

But! Genderbends are so much more fun when you can see the underpinnings of the character you know, and there are moments where those aspects really shine through. And it's like OH!!! (pointing vigorously) THERE THEY ARE!!!! Otherwise, why not just write an OC, or adopt a minor character with very little canon characterization? (Admittedly, this can become a problem when you start collecting minor characters like Pokemon cards. I am my own evidence of this phenomenon.) If it ain't Jon, then why have it be Jon at all, y'know?

ngl female Joffrey has been rattling around in my brain lately... 👀fem!Joffrey would definitely be betrothed to Robb, which would be a complete and utter shitshow (appreciative/affectionate). Joffrey as a true mini-Cersei has such insane juice to it as a story idea, especially considering that Joffrey never liked Cersei all that much lol... the mother-daughter dynamic would be BONKERS.

Back to Jon though:

First, you're definitely right that fem!Jon wouldn't be seen as much of a threat to her siblings as Jon was. She would probably be married off pretty quickly once she came of age, as high as possible for a woman who was bastard-born. I don't see Catelyn liking her per se, but Catelyn wouldn't have the same misgivings about her as she did about Jon. Since fem!Jon probably wouldn't become the vessel of the wildling/Others plot, she might have an interesting role to play if she went south... to marry Robert's royal bastard Edric Storm, perhaps? I could see Robert "having his Lyanna" by marrying fem!Jon and Edric. But then shit hits the fan with the usual plot of AGOT, and maybe fem!Jon gets taken hostage by the Lannisters in King's Landing? Or gets caught in Renly's shit since she was with Edric at Storm's End? I am NAWTTTT talking myself into writing another fic. Go to hell. I need to finish Sow the Tide first.

fem!Robb (Robyn between myself and goddcoward) is even crazier. Catelyn would NOT be fucking happy to have Ned's spitting image hanging around Winterfell, while all her sons are under 10 and have the Tully look. I could see Catelyn successfully arguing that Jon should be fostered out, perhaps in the Vale (as a favor on the part of Jon Arryn)? Like, oh, Ned, you and Robert became such good friends fostering together in the Vale... that way, Jon is waythefuckoverthere and can't make any allies in the north.

I'd love for Robyn to have some of the same anger and pride, and she'd probably be similar to Catelyn in that she was raised as the heir for a good bit of time before the "real" heir came along years later (Bran+Edmure). Also, Catelyn would absolutely NOT trust Theon around Robyn. Not At All. Kinda fair though? Robyn would also be older than Sansa was in AGOT, so I think she'd be at least a little bit more worldly and pick up on Joffrey's... Joffreyness. Robb/Robyn are still dutiful characters, but I think there would be a lot more immediate friction between her and her betrothed. Double genderbend Throbb is my true love, however (Quobyn my beloved).

I've gotta finally go work on chapter 40 now, so I can't answer everything, but do come back... I'll be here... revolving all of these genderbends around in my head...

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Soulmate!Reggie x Fem!Reader

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Reggie waved at Archie as he hurried into Pop’s. Pop called some kind of complaint that Reggie was yet again inside, shirtless and sweaty but Reggie hurried off before he could hear what Pop said. 

“How’s it going?” Reggie asked Archie. Archie shrugged and scratched at the colourful mark on his arm.

“Good I guess. It’s a little weird getting used to it though.” Archie muttered. Reggie sat down, sighing. He was the last out of his friends that hadn’t found his other half. The black mark on his back, with flecks of gold and silver still remained unchanged on his back. Everyone else seemed to have found someone but the person he was supposed to be with apparently never interacted with him. Jughead, Cheryl, Toni, Veronica and Betty hurried in. Their skin each marked by the colourful bloom that tied them to someone else. Reggie tried to remain positive and not spoil the mood as everyone asked Archie about his other half. He didn’t listen as Archie described them and insisted that they were into some similar hobbies. The bell over the door chimed as the door to the diner was pushed open. Several people hurried through, putting in their order and finding a booth. As they jostled and laughed someone collided with Reggie knocking into him exactly where his mark was. It tingled and he felt a warmth spreading through him. He turned and grabbed onto you.

“I’m sorry! Sorry!” You gasped and tried to wriggle your arm out of his grip. Everyone has gone quiet expecting Reggie to shout at you. Except for Betty who gasped and pointed to Reggie’s back where a colourful bloom now replaced the small mark. “Please don’t be mad, I swear it was an accident.”

“I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?” Reggie asked.

“You’re kind of scary.” You muttered. He let go of your arm and he sighed, tongue swiping over his lips.

“You’re more scary than me.” He said as your friends were unsure what to do and sat down, all watching intently while trying not to look too interested.

“Me?” You said uncertainly. Looking at him with a frown on your face. “Why?”

“I was scared I wouldn’t be able to find you.” Reggie admitted. There was a coo of aws and ‘that’s sweet.’ from the tables around you. "Most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling, the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you."

What he said was more than a little intense and you weren’t sure what to do so you simply stared at him and blinked several times. 

“Maybe. Reggie, you should swap names and numbers and start from there.” Veronica offered helpfully when several moments passed with you both staring at each other.

“Oh!” He said and glanced at her. “Reggie…”

“I know who you are. (Y/N), (Y/L/N).” You said with a shy smile. He nodded and cleared his throat, fumbling in the pockets of his jogging bottoms to pull his phone out. He swapped numbers with you, immediately texting to check the numbers were right. When your order came you sat down with your friends, feeling his eyes fixed on you from the booth opposite. 

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[a-libra-writes]

Hey! Could you do these headcanons [💖,💐] for Jaime, or Tyrion? I've been in the GoT fandom “recently” (like a month or two ago?), and I don't see much of them; especially Tyrion (I don't know book-Tyrion yet 👀). I've been reading your blog for a while, and I really like your writings; I'm taking my time to read them again jsjsj. I understand if you don't want to, or doesn't catch your eye; I hope I'm not being rude or anything, but I wanted to try my luck. Please take care and be safe! <3

welcome to our cluuuub! welcome to our cluuuuuub! 

im glad youre enjoying GoT so much, and my blog! You should def give the books a try if you ever have a chance! Book Tyrion is rlly diff in many cool ways, same with Jaime. 

also i uh ... did the thing where i confused the emojis again, so I did “date” for both of them as well LOL oops

💘 Tyrion Date HC

Once Tyrion really starts liking you, he takes you to the loveliest places. We’re talking walks through gardens with little ponds and animals, a covered boat ride on a river, or walking through an exciting market full of Essosi traders. The thing is, he’d never call this “courting”. That makes it too official, too serious. He plays it off as simple visits two friends would make.

He’s excellent at finding out the things you’re interested in. You aren’t aware of it, but Tyrion really pays attention to what you respond to and what you like the most. I mean, he’s already watching you because he loves you, but if you aren’t vibing with an activity and location he’ll take that into consideration for next time.

He has lots of fun experiencing new things with you, period - after you’re together, after you’re married. If he finds out about something new, he’ll tell you so you both can do it together.

Tyrion prefers more private locations, since the court is exhausting and nearly all people he meets don’t like him anyway... but there’s something exciting about having such a pretty girl on his arm, someone who clearly adores him and wants to spend time with him.

Gifts! You tell him he doesn’t have to, but he likes presenting you with little things at the beginning or end of a date. First it’s practical things, so he can brush it off as “You seemed like you could use that”, before it’s just outright pretty jewels and dresses and he has no excuse. At that point it’s because he clearly loves you.

When it’s your name day, he has such a great evening planned out. If you’re married, make that a weekend or a week to travel and enjoy a little mini-vacation. Tyrion is excellent at planning an event in secret, so you have no idea what he has in store until the morning of your birthday.

In a modern AU, he’s not too different - he wants to explore new places and new things. He’d probably live in a city and would always find the strangest hole in the wall places to eat and shop at. If you like books, or records, or clothes, he’s gonna find something really out of the way and specific.

💖Tyrion Pregnancy HC

From the time you announced your pregnancy to the entire 9 months, it was like the worst emotional whiplash he’s ever had. There are SO many thoughts going through his head. Some of them are:

One, he’s delighted you want to have a family with him. Yes, you two are married, but it’s not out of duty to the Lannisters. It’s the ultimate proof you love him, he decides - because there’s a real chance your child could turn out like him, and you don’t care. And he knows you’ll love the child if that happens. He just knows you’ll be a wonderful mother. Second, you clearly express your joy to his family and the courtiers. You’re proud and you don’t care who knows. Third, he thinks about how horrid his own upbringing was, and he’s absolutely 100% determined to be an excellent father. Fourth ...

You get the point. He’s so torn between worry - what if the child is born with a problem, what if you die in childbed, what if he turns out to be a terrible father - and absolute, unbelievable devotion. You thought he was protective and doting before? Nothing is too good for you. You have to tell Tyrion to dial it back a bit, you don’t need new clothes every month and ten sets of silken bedsheets and all this jewelry....

He’s a bundle of nerves the closer the due date is. You two might actually get into spats because you’re exhausted and achey, and he’s just a mess. Jaime actually has to knock sense into him and get him to calm down.

But once your child is born...  it all washes away, like a wave carrying him. He’s so happy. He can’t even function. He wants the hold the child all the time, he wants to see them, talk to them - and he asks so many questions to you and the maester. When will the child talk? When will they walk? Can they understand him? Do they know he’s their father? And so on.

Also, his protectiveness would go through the roof. He would never forbid you from going anywhere or doing anything, but.. he would be obviously nervous if you mentioned you were going travelling or something. 

And it goes without saying he’s keeping extra tabs on Cersei, certain courtiers, maybe his own father. He doesn’t trust any of them for anything.

Bronn will probably get assigned to bodyguard duty for you. He’s clearly not pleased, and you just sigh and dismiss him for the day so you don’t have to listen to his smart mouth.

He likes to feel your stomach, especially when the babe kicks! It relieves his worries that the child might be born “wrong” somehow. The fact they’re kicking, wiggling and moving, seemingly in response to him, makes him feel much better.

💐 Tyrion Family & Kids HC

He’s an excellent father, even though he has his moments of emotional hang-ups. He wants to ensure his child is educated, empathetic and uses their damn head. While he’d be doting and affection, he wouldn’t be a total pushover and can reasonably discipline them. Tyrion is great at talking to children respectfully and treating them like people.

On that note, he has no patience for someone like Cersei or his father trying to butt in on his parenting. He’ll stand up to them and firmly insist he can raise his child on his own, thank you. He won’t take any “advice” or threats from them.

He’d be quite good at figuring out what his children are talented in, and encouraging them. He’s seen what it’s like when a child is forced into a single box and hinge all their worth on that (Jaime) and when they’re looked over and ignored (him and Cersei). 

Yes, he basically decides to do the opposite of whatever his father did.

There would be times when he’d want to educate his children himself, but only on certain subjects - reading and writing, for example. He trusts the maester just fine, he just wants to have that bonding opportunity with them. 

(He’s so proud of all of them no matter what though 😭)

If you’d be up for it, Tyrion would like several children. He’s not 100% on how many, since he’s never really given himself a chance to hope and daydream for a family. He knows he needs a son for the Lannister line to continue, but he’d never force you to continue risking your health for that. Ultimately, however many you want, that’s what he’ll be happy with. If it’s all girls, he’ll love them the same.

💘 Jaime Date HC

It’s actually amusing how bad he is at taking you somewhere interesting. It ends up being an accident - you run into him in a beautiful garden or some obscure part of the Red Keep, and he offers to show you something interesting he found. From there, you two get lost and take a while to find your way back.

... Or you take him somewhere you thought was interesting, and he goes along with it. When you point out that Jaime is pretty bad at this “courting” business, he just scoffs and says that’s definitely not what he’s doing. He’s just visiting with ... a friend ... .... just a friend. Yup.

Another aspect is the fact he’s a Whitecloak, and he might be having to avoid Cersei. That kind of makes things dicey.

However, when he returns from the Dreadfort and that absolute hell of a journey, he’s doesn’t care so much who sees you two. He wants to get away from the Red Keep, even if that’s his duty, so he starts wandering out with you. When Jaime is patrolling on his own and sees a place of interest, he makes a mental note to bring it up to you later. And when he does, and you offer to go with him ... Well, he won’t complain.

Since you two have been so many places, he starts to associate them with you. When he’ll pass by it on his own, he thinks about something you laughed at, or something you told him there. If you ever touched his hand or his face while you two visited a garden, he will remember that touch every single time he passes by. 

After you’ve known each other for a while, and he’s feeling sentimental, he’ll ask, “Do you remember those docks a mile away from the Red Keep? There was a man pushing a cart that had these colorful glasses and wares. You were wearing a blue dress, and when you dirtied it, I carried you around down the street?”

You have no idea where he’s talking about, but that’s the sort of road his memory lane is.

In the modern AU, he’s still pretty terrible at dates. He’s more of the type who wants to wander around with you and just pop into a place that seems interesting - and then he’ll associate you with it. Anytime he sees that cafe chain again, even in a different city, he remembers the hot cocoa you ordered and the little marshmallow mustache you gave yourself.

And honestly, he prefers to stay home with you, cuddling and watching something. He can be as bad as a needy cat when he wants cuddles and attention; you aren’t escaping anytime soon.

💖Jaime Pregnancy HC

Oh no.

Back when Jaime was a boy and lectured endlessly on the duties of a Lannister heir, he didn’t truly understand what that meant. Especially after Cersei coerced him into taking the white cloak, he figured he’d never have children of his own.

... Well. Then there was three. but they never felt like his, which was Cersei’s intention. It was so strange, even if they looked like him, he couldn’t connect Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen to himself.

Also, look who his father is. That’s a lot to unpack.

It’s not until he’s completely left Cersei and lost his sword hand that he starts thinking and seeing things differently. It feels different when you play with the children, when you look longingly at mothers, when he’s intimate with you and you let him finish inside. He starts thinking what it’s like, and that’s scary, considering it never crossed his mind before.

And then he thinks about how his mother died, and what it did to his father. He never openly discusses it with you, but he has nightmares about it. Jaime doesn’t sleep well for a lot of your pregnancy, especially toward the last few months. He does a little better with each child. To distract himself, he takes care of you.

He likes the idea of having two children, a boy and girl, or two boys, but he’s fine with one or more than two. Anything more than four would probably overwhelm him.

Gods save the person who threatens you, even if it’s his sister. His protective instincts go into overdrive, to the point where someone being disrespectful to you on the street will make him want to fight.

💐 Jaime Family & Kids HC

When you tell him, honestly... his first thought is what an awful parent he’d be. He had one example for what a father is like, and he was hardly an influential part in the lives of the three children he sired. You’d have to reassure Jaime and give him confidence, because he has none where this is concerned. He’s positive he’ll screw it up somehow, he’ll be too distant, or too cruel. How do you even hold a baby? What do you say to little ones? He’s going to take care of you, there’s no question of that, but his nervousness is palpable. 

Still, he has such a cute smile when he holds his child - what he considers his first real one - and he right away sees you in them. Their nose, and smile, and eyes. It’s amazing, he decides.

Jaime is a terribly indulgent father. He tries to scold where he can, but more often than not he’s amused by his kid being mischievous. When they pull pranks on guests or get into fights with other kids, he’ll let them off easy if he felt like it was justified. If you’re the more disciplinary parent, the kids totally learn to go to Jaime when they want something.

He’s not overly physically affectionate, but he often ruffles their hair (even if they’re a girl with hair you just braided), gives them rides on his shoulders and lets them sit on his lap and fall asleep. He also has a habit of patting their cheeks or shoulders when he’s pleased.

Jaime didn’t think he’d be excited to teach swordplay and horseback, but he’s so happy when one of his kiddos is interested in both or either. Even if they’re a girl, he can’t help but teach her everything he knows. It also makes him feel better that he has something to teach and pass on even if he lost his sword hand.

Also ... he’s a terrifying papa lion. Do not ever even slightly threaten his children or wife in front of him. His temper and pride will flare and he’ll start a fight right there. 

Related to that, he can fight off Cersei’s cruelty and coldness to you and your children together because he knows how to deal with her. If Tywin disapproved of you in some way, or was trying to take control of how the children were reared, Jaime would genuinely struggle to stand up to him. He doesn’t want his kids to go through the childhood he had, but it’s difficult for him. He won’t go into full “fuck this” mode unless the children are seriously threatened. 

[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Eyes | n.yt

synopsis: you crashed into a boy who had the most compelling eyes. you didn’t know what was happening now but sooner or later you were going to find out the truth.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x femreader

genre: soulmate/fantasy au, smut, a speck of angst

warning: a lil jealousy, possessiveness, heavy mentions of blood, unprotected sex (make sure to use protection) enjoy ;))

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

6 months had passed by in the blink of an eye. and yes it was true you were immortal, both of you were. you tried to kill yourself 1 million times but none of the experiments worked, even he was in on some of the experiments, he tried to kill himself too but he never died. it was insane to you.

you also figure out that your powers were telekinesis and that you could ignite fire out your palms. you had a lot of fun with your powers. you teased yuta quite a bit. you always threw small stuff at him like apples and pens. he teased you back by going invisible most of the time so the things you threw would pass right through him. ultimately you shared many laughs every time you guys got together. you found comfort in him.

in class you would talk to each other through your minds but when you guys started laughing that’s when you got in trouble by the teachers.

the both of you even talked to each other when you weren’t in the same class, sometimes you would talk or laugh aloud on accident and get stares from the students around you. they thought you were crazy but you didn’t mind it.

you hung out with him 24/7 whether it was you going to his house or him going to yours, it didn’t matter. you guys played video games, went out to eat and practiced magic. you guys were practically best friends who did everything together. this was the most fun you had in a very long time. you never wanted it to end.

once you finally processed everything you decided to take it slow and just be friends. you both decided that kisses were allowed because you couldn’t resist each other. there were times when sweet kisses turned into heavy make out sessions, leaving many hickeys and bruises on purpose. but they never went farther then that because you didn’t want there to be more yet.

yuta allowed you to take your time. he was gonna wait for you until you were ready, there was no way he was gonna let you go under any circumstance and meant that. he’s spent way too long without you he was in no way, shape, or form gonna lose you.

—————

tonight was movie night, yuta invited some of the guys from school and you invited some of the girls. you were having it at your house since you knew some of the things at his house would come across as creepy to your and his friends.

you hear a door bell and walk over to your front door, opening it. it was yuta holding bags full of snacks and beverages.

“hey hey” he says with a smile and looks down at your outfit. “cute” he chuckles.

“hey don’t make fun of my bunnies” you pout and move to the side so he can come in.

“okay im sorry you look absolutely adorable” he walks in, immediately kissing your pout away. you smile softly at that, he still knew how to make your heart flutter.

he carries the bags to the living room, you close the door and follow him. he’s setting up the stuff neatly on a table off to the side. you help him by moving the stuff out the bag and onto the table with your mind.

“show off” you hear him mutter. you laugh out loud as you hear the door bell. you walked away and open the door. ’great’ everybody was now here. you let them in and then return to the living room after locking the front door.

they were all conversing amongst themselves. you could see a lot of relationships developing. you smile as you watch them.

“hey” a voice says. you turn your head and see mark lee. the popular one, he was only popular because literally everyone knew him in your school. he didn’t play sports or anything he was just popular, probably because every girl thought he was extremely hot. you mean he was cute but you didn’t see the hype. yuta was hotter than any guy you’d ever seen but then again you were biased.

“hey” you smile.

“this is a great… sleepover. isn’t that what it’s called?” he laughed.

“yes that would be correct but thanks.” you laughed along with him.

“no problem”

you turned towards him giving your full attention to him. his eyes and smile are pretty you’ll give him that but other than that you couldn’t see where the ’extremely hot’ claim came from.

“uh.. actually I did have a reason for coming over here” he looks at you surprised to see that your already staring back at him. “you look really pretty tonight” he looks you up and down quickly.

“really? I look like a hot mess” you look down at your bunny pajamas.

“no you look beautiful” he tilts your head up with his finger. you stand there agape, you were frozen in place as you and mark were staring into each other’s eyes.

you could feel eyes burning holes into the two of you. you turn your head and are meet eyes with yuta. his jaw is clenched and his eyes are turning red.

“excuse me for a second” you say to mark and run over to yuta. “yuta your eyes” you say and cover his eyes. you look around to see if anyone has noticed and luckily they haven’t.

yuta pulls your hand off his face and throws it back down to your side, and he walks away. what the hell was his problem? you shake your head and just decide to start the movie.

everyone grabs their snacks/drinks and sits on the couch. you were planning to sit next to yuta but he went and sat alone in a chair. you scoff and sit next to mark since that was the only open seat. mark smiled and pulled closer to him wrapping his arm around you. this sucked you didn’t want to be with mark, you wanted yuta but he didn’t want to sit next to you. it almost made you cry but you had to hold in your tears, it would be so embarrassing for you if you cried in front of everyone over a small reason like that.

you tried to focus on the movie but couldn’t because all you could think about was yuta. you tried to think of a way to get his attention, he was in your sight so you couldn’t see him. you could throw something at him because you didn’t want to risk someone seeing it. you sighed and thought about it. that was it you could just think. all you could do was hope that he was listening in on your thoughts.

‘can you tell me what’s wrong?’ no answer.

‘yuta please’ still no answer. either he was ignoring you or he wasn’t listening in. that make any sense yuta is always listening to your thoughts so you tried again.

‘babe’ you knew he was a sucker for pet names.

‘what do you want?’ you smiled to yourself, looking down so you don’t get caught.

‘can you please tell me what’s wrong?’ there was no answer for a second.

‘…let’s talk in your room’ he thought and you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.

“i’ll be right back” you whisper to mark and get up, walking up the stairs and to your room. when you opened the door yuta was already sitting in your desk chair. you close the door and sit on the bed.

“well?..” you ask.

“my problem is you and mark. I don’t like the way he looks at you and the way you look at him.” he look directly in your eyes.

“oh so that’s what it was? the poor baby was jealous?” you stand up and walk over to him plopping yourself on his lap, facing him.

“yes that’s all. our conversation is done here” he says, trying to end the discussion.

“uh uh uh” you lay your hands on his chest. “i’m not done with you. I don’t like mark like that but i’m pretty sure he likes me-” yuta scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“but I don’t want him. I want you” you grab his face and look him in the eyes. “I only want you” you say once more. his eyes soften at you and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“good because your mine” he lays his head on your chest.

“says who?” you tease him.

“says me and our history” your stomach flutters at that and he pulls you closer. “does that mean-“

“yes. i’m ready to be yours” you say smiling. he smiles widely immediately pulling you in from a kiss m. your lips connect and this kiss is different.. it’s passionate and full of.. love.

he picks you up lays you down on the bed, taking off his shirt. he didn’t wanna waste any time. he’s been waiting for this since he lost you. he pulled down his pants and then striped you down to you underwear, taking a second to look at your body. it was just as beautiful as he remembered.

he leaned up and kissed you passionately, kissing under your jaw and down to your neck. he bit a spot, making it leak blood. it made you moan softly, who knew that could feel good.

he kissed down your chest, taking off your bra and making hickeys on your breasts. he kissed down your stomach all the way to your lower body. he looked up to make sure that you wanted to do this.

you nodded giving him permission and with that he ripped your underwear off and slide off his boxers. ‘he was even more beautiful without clothes’ he laughed and leaned up to you, kissing you again. he lined himself up with you and pushed into your entrance slowly. you gasped, pulling away from his lips.

he pushed all the way in, bottoming out.

“you never told me you were this big” you say lowly.

“you act like we’ve never made love before” he starts to thrust slowly.

“oh so we’re making love, not having sex?” you playfully laughed. he immediately stopped his movements and looked at you with a straight face.

“I don’t ever want to hear that non sense again. I will never just have sex with you. we’re always going to make love” he started to thrust into you again, rocking your body ever so slightly.

“what’s the difference?” you genuinely ask, he scoffs in return but don’t stop his movements.

“when having sex, it’s lustful and all about getting the job done. while making love is a special time. it’s all about connecting with your lover on a deeper level, it’s very intimate. you really begin to let your guard down, meanwhile when your having sex, you don’t let your guard down. you don’t use the time to get to know a person or see it as a special moment. you only want that person for one reason only. do you get it now?” yuta explains to you.

“yes I do” you smile. you were so lucky he was yours. he speeds his pace up a little faster. you bite your lips to keep sound from slipping out of them. you didn’t want the others to know what you were doing. yuta lays his head in your neck and kisses it gently. you took this time to look at his figure.

his waist was body was perfect. you couldn’t help but graze your fingers along his skin. he seemed to like that because he thrusted faster. you let a moan slip and bring him up to your face. you smashed your lips on his, kissing him roughly. you moaned against his lips and started to dig your nails into his back, he was hitting the spot dead on.

“there yuta right there” you mewl in his ear adding fuel to his pace, he going at an animalistic pace now. he grunted in your ear letting you know he was close. your stomach starts to tighten as you feel your high coming. your through your head back and yuta connects your lips, kissing you sloppily so then your moans would be muffled. he pulls your leg up to get a better angle, stroking it gently.

your legs start to shake and you roll your hips onto his, both of your moans and grunts are muffled by the kisses. yuta pounds into you, making you arch your back and cum. your walls start to clench and that’s when he busts in you.

he pulls out and roll onto the side of you pulling you into his chest, heavy breaths are filling the room.

“that felt like…” you start.

“home” he finishes the sentence.

“wait you came inside me what if I get pregnant?”

“then you get pregnant, we’ll raise the baby together but don’t worry about that. you have a very low percentage of getting pregnant.. we’re not humans” he chuckles.

“alright” you sighs and kiss his chest all the way up to his neck. you then bite it and suck his blood slightly and pull away, not healing it. you lick his blood of your lips. “that’s payback”

“oh yeah?” he smirks. “looked like you enjoyed that a little too much princess” he tilts your head up with his finger. “are you gonna be my little blood sucker?” your stomach filled with a million butterflies.

“y/n are you-“ the door opens making you and yuta turn your head. of course it was mark. he only saw you and yuta cuddled up under the sheets. “uh.. sorry” he closes the door and you hear footsteps rush down the stairs.

you and yuta laugh loudly.

“poor boy” you say.

“ehh he’ll be fine” yuta says. “at least now he knows that your mine” he kisses you but you laugh against his lips and slap his chest lightly.

“you’re a trip but I have a question, why does your blood taste like a.. vanilla frosted cupcake” you ask.

“mm because i’m your soulmate, your one and only. you love everything about me just like I love everything about you. your blood taste just like chocolate.” he says. you dab your finger on your neck where the blood was and taste it. you cringe at the taste and shake your head.

“that’s terrible” you say.

“well obviously it’s not gonna taste good to you. only your soulmates blood tastes good silly goose.” he smiles and pecks your cheek multiple times, making you giggle. ”I don’t think mine tastes good but you love it.” he adds on.

“is there a limit to how much I can drink?” you look at him. he shakes his head and laughs.

“nope, we’re immortal remember” he bites his lip. “although i’m gonna have to watch my back your gonna try and drink from me all the time” he teases you by stretching his neck away from you.

“oh no you don’t.” you laughs and straddle his stomach, grabbing his head and lapping the blood up.

“at least let me have some too” he says and turns his head biting into you skin and sucking your blood. you breathe against his skin.

“why does it feel so good. shouldn’t it hurt.” you breathily moan out.

“nope because anything I do will feel good to you and vise versa. even if I’m really aggressive, you’d love it” he says lowly in your ear. you feel yourself start to get turned on again, you knew he knew because his hands went straight to your hip and inner thigh rubbing both of them at the same time.

“I think i’m ready for round two and this time I want it rough” you whisper and kiss under his earlobe. “doesn’t that qualify as having sex?” you add on.

“nope you can still make love and be rough.. well at least in my book” you chuckle at that.

“are you gonna back it up and ride me kitten or what?” that sentence made your stomach flip and you immediately lined him up with your entrance and sunk down onto him. feeling all of his inches once again.

“fuck” you whisper, you start to slam down on his hips, you pressed your hands to his stomach to keep yourself stable. it was unlike anything you felt before.

you went faster as he guided your hips on his. you laid on his chest, creating a new bite and sucking the skin roughly. he grunts beneath you and thrusts up into you, gripping the sides of your hips roughly, those we’re definitely gonna create bruises later.

you scratched at his sides and then held onto his shoulders using them as leverage so then you could push your hips down onto him. you could really get used to this. it was way better than human sex, all your senses were heightened which meant that sex felt way better than anything. on top of that the fact that he’s your soulmate makes it even better.

you pushed your hips onto his faster you could feel yourself nearing your orgasm. you sat up and grabbed his hands of your waist and wrapping them around your throat tightly. you throw your head back as he squeezes tighter. your thrusts to to get sloppy as your stomach tightens. you cover your mouth, trying to muffle your moans. you finally cum all over him and he does the same. lowly grunting as he shoots his load into you. he lets go of his hold on your neck and instead wraps his hands around your waist.

you lay on his chest and heavily breathe out.

“you do know we have to return to the sleepover right?” yuta says softly pushing the hair out of your face.

“mhm” you kiss his chest gently. “you have to heal me though” you add on.

“mmm nope. they’re staying” he said simply and pulls out of you, putting you onto bed and standing up. you pout at the empty feeling down there, you liked feeling full.

“i’ll cockwarm you later princess now let’s go” he says smiling. you sigh and get up putting on your clothes and grabbing a new pair of panties since the other ones were ripped.

“you owe me a new pair of panties”

“i’ll get you all the pairs of panties you want” he says and walks over to you after you and him are fully dressed. he hugs you from behind as you fix your hair. his head going to the crook of your neck.

“I already miss your naked body against mine and especially the way you take me in like it’s nothing” he groans. you start to feel him rise against your butt.

“yuta are you kidding me, were the 2 rounds not enough for you?”

“no amount of rounds are ever gonna be enough for me when i’m with you” he nips at your neck.

“alright alright let’s get out of here before something happens” you say after you fix your hair.

“you use your invisibility and i’ll walk down the stairs. okay?” you open the door.

“wait” he says and grabs your face kissing you passionately as if there was no tomorrow and then he pulls away. you smile and turn on your heel, walking out the door but not before his slaps your ass.

“yuta-“ you turn but he’s already gone. you shake your head and close the door to your room, going down the stairs. they were all still watching the movie, some of them cuddled up with the guys. you looked at the back of marks head. ‘well this was gonna be awkward’ you sat down next to mark.

“hey” you whispered.

“hey” he said in a monotone voice, without glancing at you once.

“i’m sorry that you had to see that and about-“

“it’s fine” he looks at you with a small smile.

“okay” you softly smile at him and he looks back at the tv. you also look back at the tv.

yuta walks back in the room and sits down in the chair. you furrow your eyebrows, he left before you so why is he returning so late.

‘why did you come back so late?’ you thought.

‘I had to take care of the boner you gave me’ you had to stop yourself from laughing aloud.

‘omg’ you mentally facepalm.

‘your in for it once they fall asleep’ he thinks.

‘can’t wait for it now pay attention to the movie’

‘fine’ the conversation ends there.

you could yourself being so in love with him in the future. he was so lovable and easy to get addicted to, with his smart remarks, jealous tendencies, and most of all those damned eyes. you loved it all, he was your adorable baby whom you had to protect and take care of.

that’s what you wanted to ask.

‘yuta’

‘yes kitten’ he answered immediately.

‘when I first met you and even now why are your eyes so dark and captivating?’

‘when you look at your soulmate, your eyes will do that, it’s because you have a special bond with that person. you don’t even realize it but your eyes do the same thing when you look at me’

‘ohhh that makes sense okay’ he doesn’t respond back for a few moments so you assume the conversation was over but that wasn’t the case.

‘cant I just hypnotize them and make them fall asleep?’

‘no.. yes’ you change your mind. you know it’s a terrible thing to do but there was no telling when they would fall asleep.

yuta immediately got up and worked his magic, literally, his closed his eyes and they shifted to green.

“you will all fall into a deep sleep when you hear the word sleep” yuta said. they all furrowed their eyebrows. “sleep” yuta said and immediately they all fell asleep like dominos.

“what if you accidentally put me to sleep too?” you gently push marks head off your shoulder and lay it on another person, before standing up.

“hypnosis doesn’t work on you. it never did” he says simply and grabs your hand leading you up the staircase.

this was gonna be a very long night.

i’m finally done!! i really really hope you guys enjoyed it. i worked very hard on it. much love💞

[hansolmates]

jjk; angel’s trumpet [final]

summary; one second, your life is flashing before your eyes and the next, you’re transported into a world exactly like your own. but the jungkook you meet in this world isn’t a renowned singer or your former almost-lover, in fact he has no clue who you are and why you know him so well. as you work to find your way home lost and confused, you conclude that you’re either dead or in the middle of the most wicked drug trip of your life. pairing; idol!jk x reader (f), alternatively film producer!jk x reader genre/warnings; fluff, angst, supernatural, idol!au, non-idol!au, alternate universes, themes of fate, language, alcohol consumption, in this chapter–dry humping but not really lololol w.c; 5.5k a/n; surprise! the finale is here. im a little emotional, i had so, so much fun writing this series. the most fun i’ve had writing in a long, long while. i really hope to all the new readers that you stick around for the other bts fics i have in mind. thank you for being so supportive and loving on this journey, and i hope you enjoy their ending! and pssssttt, the bonus chapter will come next friday, so look out for that! ty @btsghostiewritersnet​ for the Bingo Bash Challenge and encouraging me to finish my first bts series!

[08] [final] [bonus] -> masterpost

Your family took very good care of your apartment while you were away. The laundry is done, the tables are dusted, and your bed sheets are crisp and smell like lemon fabric softener. 

Unfortunately, you can’t say the same thing about your fridge. You can’t recall the last time you’ve seen the back of your fridge, but now it’s completely cleared out save for three cans of soda. 

At least there’s ramen you can boil. 

Waiting for the water your fingers drum over your countertops, taking in your home. It’s been two months since you’ve set foot in your apartment. You used to hate living in this little box of an apartment, jealous that your other co-workers got to share with others and have grander living spaces. However today, you feel content basking in the intimacy of your home, thankful for the breathing room it provides. 

Chilling with your candles on the counter, sits the bottle of angel wine you received that started it all. It looks innocent, sitting next to your Bath and Body Works candles like one of the team. In this scenario, the Angel surely trumpeted you. 

The facility they sent you to was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing in disguise because you had time to think and get back on your feet with no repercussions of going “too slow” and the pressures of going back to work. A curse in its own merit because the doctors constantly poked and prodded at your brain, trying to help you process your supposed trauma and get you to remember. 

And sure, being sent unwillingly to an alternate dimension as you were practically forced to live another life and fall in love with the boy you already love is definitely trauma in it’s own right. However you’d be crazy to tell them and you’re not trying to end up in the cuckoo house anytime soon. 

So eventually you give them the boring, appropriate version. How you were flung meters away from the impact point, feeling like you were seconds away from being dead, every bone in your body protesting as you rolled off the road. Yadda yadda yadda, you said you remembered brief flashes of your hospital room during your coma, catching simple conversation exchanged between your visitors, but nothing concrete. When you woke up, you thought you were in a dream about being in a coma, and once you saw that you’ve actually been asleep for two months, caused a panic which led you to their facility. Everything but the crѐme of the story. 

With this utterly basic and blase confession, the doctors deemed you ready to transition and re-acclimate into your normal routine. 

“Ow, fuck,” you put too much water in your pot, and it’s now boiled over and some of the water has dripped on your hand. Immediately killing the heat, you decide that you’re not feeling ramen and you definitely deserve a treat meal before facing society head on. 

Quickly putting on a large sweater and leggings, you make quick work to the 7-Eleven across the street of your apartment complex. This has to be a ten-minute trip, tops. You start to shove whatever looks edible into your basket, making sure to have an equal balance of sweet and salty foods. 

A low whistle from behind causes you to bristle, and you turn around to shove your container of Kewpie mayonnaise into the offender’s chest. 

“I promise, I don’t wolf-whistle just any pretty girl at 7-Eleven.” 

Your weapon of choice drops into your basket, face softening at the man in front of you. “Hoseok?” 

You almost double-take, thinking for just a half-second that you could be dreaming. It’s been so long, but seeing the pearly white grin on his face and the red cap on his head feels all too familiar, and you’re overwhelmed with emotion. Dropping your basket you throw your arms around him, laughing when he nearly stumbles and you two almost topple over the dried foods section. 

Heat stains Hoseok’s cheeks, not used to being this close with you. “Didn’t think you had it in you to miss me,” he says lightly, only half-joking. 

“Of course I missed you, Hobi,” you admonish, leaning back slightly to adjust the cap that turned wonky once you embraced him. “It’s been what, two months?” 

“Almost five, actually,” you can feel him tense up as you try to adjust the bangs on his forehead. This must be really awkward for him, but you made a promise to someone to try to become better friends with him, so why not start now? “But I guess it doesn’t count for you if you were in a coma for two of them.” 

“Right,” 

Hoseok watches your eyes glaze over, deep in thought. In his haste he grabs your basket, gesturing for you to follow him to the register. You don’t even argue when he starts to pay for you, slipping the bottle of aspirin he wanted to pick up upon finding you in the same aisle. 

“Hobi?” you ask, following him outside. 

“Yeah?”

“We should hang out,” you say, ignoring the surprise on Hoseok’s features. He wasn’t expecting that, “My family pretty much rearranged my place while I was away, and put in a lot of home workout stuff,” he chuckles at the face you make, “but they left my old tennis racket. I know you used to play so I could use a partner.”

To your utter relief Hoseok nods brightly, “I’d like that.” 

You grin, taking your leave as Hoseok follows your trail. You try to hide how giddy you are by hiding your head in your hood, smiling wide at the thought of spending more time with Hoseok. Both of you seem to be headed in the same direction, Hoseok making small talk about what’s going on in his life and what you’ve missed. 

He stops in front of the apartment complex, gesturing to the studio he’s currently practicing in. “I should go call Jungkook for you,” he says, “he’s been worried sick about you.” 

At the mention of Jungkook, you shove your hands in your burgundy pocket, wringing at the old fabric. “I’ll call him tomorrow,” you say, biting your lip, “I’m not quite ready yet.” 

“Of course,” and it looks like he wants to ask more, but out of politeness he doesn’t. He’s always had a vague understanding of your relationship with Jungkook, but it isn’t his business. “But if he asks about you—which he does a lot and it’s super annoying—I’m not lying.” 

“Wouldn’t expect you to,” you smile. 

“That boy, he visited you every day he could. You know that?” Your heart softens at the confession, and you heat up. Hoseok reaches over to squeeze your shoulder, bending down to send you a smile equally as heartening. “So call him soon, okay?” 

The both of you part ways feeling lighter and sweeter. The rest of your way back up to your apartment is peaceful, until you hear someone crying on your floor. Your heart aches seeing your old co-worker slumped up against your door. Her hair has grown in, surprisingly not styled and she looks like she’s just ran a marathon to beat you. When she sees you approach her, she gives you a wobbly pout. 

“You bitch,” Sehlyung says with no bite to her tone. She’s teary, and has been sitting against your door because the lock has changed. You must’ve just missed each other, “why didn’t you tell me the second you arrived in the city?” 

“I was just going to call you,” you bend down to reach her eyes, “how’d you know I was already here?” 

“C-cousin texted me,” she holds up her phone, wiping her face with her sleeve, “she’s a surprisingly good texter for a five-year-old.” 

You laugh, offering a hand to pull her up. “I’ve missed you,” 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you too,” and she hugs you, squeezing your insides out with every fiber of your being. “I’m so so sorry, baby.” 

“It’s not your fault—” 

“I fucking know! I know it’s not my fault but just let me be sorry and hug you,” you relent after that, letting her cry on your shoulder as you fumble for the door so you can both catch up comfortably. 

You set up the table for your feast, lining up everything from 7-Eleven onto the coffee table as Sehlyung busies herself by pouring you guys cups of tea. She eats quietly, to your surprise. You didn’t realize how much this accident would have affected her, especially being the last person you saw before you left. The two of you exchange simple, mindless talk, with Sehlyung complaining about how much harder work has gotten and how boring your life in the facility, to the point that you wanted to teach the patients English just for the fun of it. 

Sehlyung still looks a little weary, as if expecting you to be upset and blame her like she wanted to. You don’t give her that, instead you reach over to pat the black roots of her hair. “Girl, how  could you let it grow out like this?” you admonish, knowing how much she hated to see roots after the first two weeks. 

“Was waiting for you,” she mumbled between bites of her onigiri, “you’re the only one that does my roots. Can’t have some salon jip me for hundreds of won just because you got into a coma.” 

You laugh, patting your knees as you move to your bathroom. “Pretty sure your hair stuff is still here,” you chirp, “let me fix that for you while you’re here, yeah?” 

After the day is spent and Sehlyung’s hair is freshly dyed, you two cap off the night with some popcorn and a subpar romance movie. The two of you aren’t really paying much attention to it, instead the focus is on the silent understanding the two of you have as you bask in each other's presence. 

Sehlyung leans her head on her shoulder, smelling like fresh conditioner. “Y’know,” she says, “he blames himself too.” 

“Jungkook?” you know exactly who she's referring to. 

“Yeah, probably because of what he said that night,” 

“You two are such softies,” you remark, pulling her closer, “all tough and strong on the outside so no one sees how weak you are to the people you love.” 

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Cleaning up your work locker is like unfolding a time capsule.

Thankfully, everything’s still there (aside from your Caprese sandwich Sehlyung so thankfully remembered to dispose of.) You take great care in putting all your things in your duffle bag, from your extra hoodie in case it gets cold to the soft covered textbooks that are worn from love and overuse. 

You thumb your finger over the photograph of you and Jungkook, untacking it from the inside door. You don’t even remember when this was taken, a blurry polaroid of you on his back with sparklers in each hand. Both of you look hysterical, from the manic grin on Jungkook’s face to the slightly panicked face you sport because the sparklers are hovering dangerously close to your faces. 

A little part of you feels bittersweet in closing this part of your life, but you have a feeling that this chapter ended long ago. 

Making quick work to drop off your locker key among other workstuffs, you manage to catch a glimpse of some familiar faces working. The studio door is open, presumably to air out the seven sweaty bodies that have been working tirelessly. You pop your head open, nose crinkling at the smell. 

You barely get a word in as passing staff come to greet you and marvel on your recovery. It’s a little overwhelming, but seeing the relief and relaxation on their faces as they take in your healed body like you’re Jesus reincarnate. 

You also notice that Jungkook’s nowhere in sight.

Namjoon bumbles over to you, throwing himself on you like a bear swallowing you whole. “We missed you so much!” 

“Ugh, sweaty!” you make a face when his muscle tee is practically transparent, “Joon, you’re like a sauna!” 

He fakes a defeated sigh, making an exaggerated gesture of holding his shoulders in a tired shrug. “I get it, you don’t wanna hug me,” he declares, “after months and months, the only person you’re really looking for in this room is Jeon—” you squirm among the staff and the way they mull around the room, seemingly disinterested in your conversation. 

But of course, you never know who could be listening in. 

Namjoon cuts himself short and squeezes your shoulder, as if to say you know what I mean. 

“You actually just missed him. He left his extra clothes at the dorm. If you leave now, you’ll be able to catch him,” Jimin offers. He’s slumped on the ground, regarding you with a secret smile. 

“Yeah, and it’s okay if he’s five minutes late.” Hoseok pipes up, downing a water bottle. 

“Or ten.” 

“Or a day late,” Hoseok finally says, “a day is fine.” 

You snort, looking between the three boys. “I wasn’t looking for him,” you scoff, but from the looks on their faces, they already knew. With an exasperated shout and a rushed goodbye, you dart out of the studio, acutely aware of the giggles that follow you out. 

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The floor of their apartment took up the entire complex and then some, so you had to get Namjoon’s code to reach that floor. A little part of you knew you also could’ve just texted Jungkook to wait for you, but you had an inkling you would chicken out the second your phone indicated he was typing. The animated (...) always gave you a little bit of anxiety. 

But now you’re at their front door and you’re not so sure if you feel ready. You felt ready this morning, when you dressed “comfortably but cute” in an outfit appropriate for cleaning out your previous job’s locker and just so happening to stumble upon Jungkook. That didn’t happen, and now you no longer have the cushion of being at the company surrounded by people. 

It would just be him and you, for as long as you two need. 

You’re only allowed to dive headfirst into the situation, because suddenly Jungkook is barreling out the door, presumably rushing to get to practice. He’s also equal amounts of sweaty, but at least has a clean shirt on. The white cotton is haphazardly thrown on, the collar so wide that the gap seeps onto his tanned chest.

Said chest barrels into your face, and you go down hard. 

He cries your name like a prayer, dropping whatever’s in his hands to kneel to your aid. He’s shaking, unable to register that you’re simultaneously here and not here because he just bulldozed the entirety of his weight into your unsuspecting body. 

You’re dizzy, trying hard to focus on him through bleary eyes. Jungkook looks like he’s about to cry. His carmine eyes scan your body for damages, and his one hand cards roughly through his untrimmed hair. The slight curl from yesterday’s salon job has lessened, but still manages to bounce back despite his futile attempts to get his bangs out of the way. 

“J-Jung—” dammit, why was it so hard to formulate two syllables? “Oreos.”  

“Wha?” 

“Your Oreos,” your eyes flicker to the quickly escaping tins that came from his arms, wheeling further and further down the hallway, “running away.” 

He scoffs, but you can tell he’s trying not to laugh by the quirk of his lips, “They’re fine. They’re not going anywhere,” he steps back a bit, sitting on his heels to give you some breathing room, “you on the other hand, can’t go anywhere.” 

You narrow your eyes, “I didn’t come here to just leave,” you say, “I came here to talk to you, until you so gracefully said hello to me with the entirety of your muscle mass.” 

Jungkook deflates, “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” so much for a graceful start, “let’s get inside.” 

“I uh, I have practice,” but he scrambles to pick up the Oreos and the clothes he dropped, “so we can start talking for a bit and then… ?” 

“Ah, Hoseok said you can come to practice tomorrow,” he lights up at the mention of his friend, “I mean, if you want. I don’t know how important this practice is but—” 

“It’s not,” he blurts, then sees the shock on your face when he’s cut you off, “I mean, it’s important but not that important. I mean uh, in comparison to now, and your head… and the Oreos.” 

“Right.” 

Not trusting yourself to get up too fast, you decide to crawl around to gather up the tins of Oreos while Jungkook moves to pick up your bag. With three tins gathered in your arms, you take the proffered hand Jungkook offers you to hoist you up. Your head throbs a little, but you know Jungkook’s got you. You try not to think too hard about the hand in your grip as it switches to hover over your waist as he leads you inside. 

The penthouse isn’t as different as you imagined it would be. Then again, you could imagine how little time they spend in here anyway. The granite and dark wood kitchen remains, and your hands hover over the cool material. You’ve always been jealous of their living space, and often grumble about how their kitchen and living room spans about three sizes of your apartment combined. 

Jungkook’s nose pokes in your bag as he sets it down, “You picked up all your work stuff?” 

“Yeah,” 

He gives you a strained smile, “It’s definitely not going to be the same without you at work,” you can tell how equal parts truthful and embarrassed he is, given by the way he breaks eye contact with you. “I mean, we can put in a good word for you if you want to come back?” he offers, “I don’t know if there’s still a position available for teachers but,” 

You shake your head, one hand gripping the counter. You want to tell him that it isn’t his job to find him, but your heart is feeling particularly achy looking at the way he does want to help. After all, you two were still very close before your coma and the weeks leading up to your fight, “I think I want to try new things,” you say, “but thanks anyway.” 

“Oh-kay,” his eyes look towards where you two should get comfy. The living room is the most obvious option, but the thought of any of his members or staff coming in at any moment terrifies him, “let’s go to my room.” 

Unfortunately the Golden Closet isn’t made for two. He blanches as you two appear at his front door, noting the odds and ends of speakers, mixers, cameras and microphones taking up space on the floor and his desk. God, you must think he really doesn’t have his shit together after all this time. 

“So, you still sleep on electrical equipment?” you say wryly, climbing up to reach the bed. The only reason the bed is unoccupied is because it’s a half-bunk, high enough to avoid any of Jungkook’s things. 

It takes a second for Jungkook to follow you up, and he almost loses his breath at the sight of you sitting cross-legged, waiting patiently for him to sit across from you. It’s like old times, where you’d sleep in his room and wait for him to get back so you can finish another episode of whatever show you two were catching up on. It’s been awhile since he’s slept in his own bed, so the sheets are fresh and it's easy for you to sit on a clean space. 

“So,” Jungkook exhales, “what’s being in a coma like?” 

He wants to slap himself. Repeatedly. 

Your demeanor cracks, and maybe it wasn’t the wrong thing to say because up until now he never realized how much he missed your smile. “Waking up was the awful part, like the truck crashed into me in the middle of the room,” you reel it back when you see Jungkook’s face pinch, as if he thought back to his time watching over you in the hospital, helpless, “but uh, other than that, quite painless.” 

“That’s a relief,” and you feel better seeing Jungkook’s shoulders slump in his t-shirt, looking relatively calmer than before. You tilt your head, wanting to gauge his expression by sneaking a glance under his chin, where he’s tucked in his facials. “I uh, about the last time we talked…” In other words, the last time we fought,  but he’s still not looking at you, and it’s so unlike him. Jungkook doesn’t like beating around the bush, he’s a man who likes to cut to the chase and get straight to the poison of a conversation. 

But it’s been a full thirty seconds and you decide that’s enough, as he’s starting to look like a tortured animal and you feel the need to put him out of his misery. 

Placing a gentle hand on his knee you breathe, “It’s okay,” and his eyes flicker to yours, expectant. “I’m not going to push it, push us anymore. That wasn’t fair to you and I’m sorry. But we can still be friends and that’s more important to me.” 

And suddenly Jungkook’s face shoots up and he’s panicked. He looks sweaty, scarlet, and on edge all over again, as if you asked him to jump off Mount Fuji without a spotter. “Wait, wait,” he splutters, nearly banging his head on his ceiling. Jungkook tugs your hand back, pulling you to him, “y-you don’t want to try anymore?” 

You stare hard at the hand encasing yours, “Like I said, I want to start a new chapter in life.” 

“But that’s not what I was getting at.” 

You raise a brow, “So then what are you getting at?” 

And he clams up again. If you two were in a bigger space, you could imagine yourself tapping your foot impatiently, to the point that it got annoying and Jungkook would snap at you and give you a proper explanation to his weird behavior. 

Finally he exhales, “I dreamed about you.” 

You narrow your eyes in confusion, “What kind of dreams?” 

“Random ones,” he shakes his head, trying to recollect them. “They were of us, but not really us, y’know? It was like a different life, we did all the fun stuff we used to do,” he frowns, thinking he must sound really stupid that he’s betting everything on a couple of imaginations, “and some of it wasn’t. Like we’d be in the city taking pictures, or arguing in a library. But we were so happy,” he stops himself, because now he’s starting to feel silly, “and it made me think of what would happen if I met you under different circumstances, and even though it’s hard under our circumstances I want—a-are you crying?” 

You start to whine, displeased with your emotions as you start to think about the past four months. Had Jungkook seen what you lived through? If so, how? Rubbing furiously at your eyes, you shake your head furiously, “Sorry, it’s just been awhile since I’ve cried it out,” you forge up, “pl-please continue.” 

Jungkook moves sloth-slow, making sure his actions didn’t hurt you in any way. When he senses your consent, he pulls you over to his side of the bed, wrapping a tentative arm around your shoulder. Your scent engulfs his senses when you instinctively lay your head on his shoulder, your breath lingering between his neck. 

“I really hated myself for a while,” he admits, “when I saw you in that hospital bed, I just couldn’t stop thinking about all the things I’ve wanted to experience with you and,” he’s starting to feel a glimmer of what you’re feeling, and he sniffs, resting his chin on your head, “if you’re going to start a new chapter in life, I want to be part of it too because I love you.” 

Expecting your shock, he turns his head away for yours to whip up, face centimeters from yours. “Y-you love me?” you echo, mouth open and eyes wide. 

He laughs at your expression, “I’m sure you knew that. We’ve been idiots for the better half of the year.” 

“I know… but hearing it is different!” you’re caught up in the whirlwind, leaning forward to tug on his collar, “C-can I kiss you?” A little part of you is impatient, a bit too greedy for your usual demeanor but you’ve longed for him so. 

Jungkook pouts, “You didn’t even say I love you back.”

“That’s a no?” 

“I didn’t even brush my teeth…” 

“Jungkook.” 

He tries not to smile too hard at your eagerness. As much as he wants to kiss you, he needs to think better and continue on with his apology. It’s the least you deserve. “I’m sorry for not respecting your feelings that day,” he says, running his hands across your body. They stop at the curve of  your waist, holding you down flush against him. You feel your body sing in response, but you tamp it down when he continues, “I shouldn’t have made the decision for you by rejecting you like that, it… it wasn’t fair to our feelings.”  

“It wasn’t fair at all, and it hurt a lot.” you agree completely, and as much as it pained him to hear it, he needed to. Letting go of his collar, you sit back between his legs, “but I understand why.” 

“And the next morning when I woke up, and everyone was crying I—” he’s choked up, tangling a hand through your hair to affirm that you’re really here, and really okay, “I know it’s not my fault, but I felt like I was in a movie. Like one of those crappy romances where one character gets into a really bad accident and the dumb boy finally realizes how much he loves her.” 

He looks guilty, as if he wants to tack on how he feels like it is his fault. Jungkook bites his lip, fearful that you’ve realized he’s not good enough for you. No matter how many times he’s fabricated the scenario in his head, he only pictures the disappointment and pain in your features for falling for a guy like him. 

But instead, you reach over with bright eyes leaning on your elbows to press a kiss to Jungkook’s mouth. It isn’t even a long kiss, but it feels nothing short of a cool wave washing him in relief. You pull away before he could deepen it, and you giggle when you see his mouth still puckered open like a fish. “You are a dumb boy,” you murmur, “but I still love you.” 

You go soft in his grip when his eyes glow, sparkling carmine with nothing but sheer love and affection for you. The feeling comes unbridled, genuine and all-encompassing for the first time in a long time. He doesn’t know how much time he can cherish with you before he’s whisked away to his next activity, but he can surely make the best of what he has now. 

It takes no effort for him to pull you in a sitting position, making it so your arms wrap around his trim waist. Snug together, he presses kisses to every part of your face, your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips. 

This feeling, this touch is long overdue for the both of you, but you’re languid in your attention, letting it wash over you like the sun on a warm day. You’ve missed him so much, you’ve missed this Jungkook. The man who has been with you through thick and thin for over a year, who’s struggled with the weight of the world and the audience of millions, is in love with you as much as you are him. Jungkook, who sings your worries away and makes you want to become a better person with each passing moment, is holding you like the most precious thing on the planet. 

His kisses turn white hot, wetting your neck as he hoists you up to settle neatly on his thighs. A soft, high-pitched sigh escapes your lips when you feel something hard and thick press into your core. 

A sense of urgency fills his radar at the press of your thighs locking tighter around his body. “Fuck, babe—” his hands grip the swell of your hips, bucking into you once, twice, so hard that the frame shakes. “You’re so, pretty I—” you moan into his neck, hands running every expanse of available skin, “I love you so, so much, pretty girl.” 

You stop to clutch his face with both hands, enjoying the way your thumbs brush his pretty cheekbones and your palms fill with his soft, adorable cheeks. “I love you, too. Now, will you make love to me?” 

“Fuck, yes,” and the fondness in your eyes immediately glaze over when he throws all his weight into you again, making you feel weak and wet with pleasure. 

“Jungkook,” you drawl, “just like that, please I—AH!” 

It isn’t a cry of pleasure. A little too into it, Jungkook thrusts particularly hard, enough for you to come down and the bedframe to soon follow. There’s a sickening crack in the metal, and the both of you immediately scramble as you feel your combined weight sinking into the corner of the bunk. Jungkook clutches your body in a vice, prepared to protect you in the event you two come crashing down. Now Jungkook remembers why he hasn’t been sleeping in his bed as of late. 

It’s dead silent, apart from your labored breathing. When your eyes finally refocus, you notice that you two have dipped and you’re looking at Jungkook from a slight angle, your weight tipping. You two broke the frame. 

“Kook,” you cry, digging your nails into his shoulder, “you need a new bed!” 

He shakes his head, “Don’t think this bed was made for this kind of activity,” he peels the thin mattress, noting the way that two bolts in the paneling have come loose. One panel has already slipped, hanging at the edge and creating a large gap. He shakes his butt experimentally, noting the way the framework swerves with him. “That’s not good.” 

“How could you have not noticed the loose bed frame!” 

“It’s kind of hard to worry about your bed when you have a job that requires you being awake 25/8.” 

“Well, how do we get down without bringing the whole frame down?” 

“Uh, I’ll throw you down in that little space by the door. Make sure to tuck in your knees and make a ‘lil triangle with your hands in case—” 

“What the fuck—you’re going to take a chance and throw the love of your life down the bunk?”

“Babeeee,” he whines, eyes zeroing in on his precious computer directly under the frame,  “there’s expensive equipment down there!” 

With a glare, you swivel your hips on his dick and he groans, unable to move. He barely gets a centimeter upwards before the frame moves and squeaks even lower. You don’t bat an eye when Jungkook panics for your safety over pleasure. Payback. “Call Seokjin,” you demand, pulling out your phone from your back pocket, “now.” 

There’s something familiar in this kind of banter, and you want to akin this feeling to home. All your tears shed, your longings to go back to this world, all pinpoint to the home that is Jeon Jungkook. 

Jungkook mutters something under his breath about you being too bossy, punching the numbers in. As soon as Seokjin answers, you send him a sultry wink and move. 

It… isn’t sexy. You’re giggling as Jungkook holds his breath, tells Seokjin on the line as tersely as possible that he needs to get here as soon as possible with some help and a new bed frame. Jungkook’s face is read, giving you warning looks as you bounce on him, the metal edging you on in a way that’s simultaneously unsafe and thrilling. When Jungkook hangs up, he sends you a look that says you’re gonna get it but instead presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. The chaste gesture makes you melt in his arms.  

Silent, he pulls away and your thumb brushes his shiny lips, smiling at you as you wait it out. 

As you lean your head in his shoulder and wait for help, you’re reminded of something. Not long ago, another Jungkook told you that he couldn’t wait to fall in love with you again, and now you’re echoing the same sentiment. You can’t wait to love him, too. 

[janevx]

𝑝𝑠𝑦𝑐h𝑜| h𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑔 h𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛

genre: 

wc: 2,7k

warnings: cursing, sex mentions, death mentions

mafia au, psycho au, hyunjinxreader

summary: you have never thught that you would became mafia member guy. someone who murder people for living. hyunjin never shows you that he loves you. he is always cold towards you, but for real? he loves you the most in the world.

author’s note: i’m planing to do headers soon, so it will be look more prettier! also, i was thinking about making reactions with kpop male groups? what do you think about it? also, i’m sorry for late uptade of yuta’s “maybe”, im sorry! btw, you should watch this fancam. hyunjin’s fancam made me write this.

hwang hyunjin was aways known as a cold person who usually doesn’t give a fuck about others. he has his member and sure, he likes them and care, but when it comes to someone else he was very cold. i mean really. also, he has no mercy for his victims. his gaze always do everyhting. people were afraid of his gaze, becasue it’s really scarry. always in black or black-red clothes with his long blonde hair (from god’s menu era) make people afraid of him. he totally loves this. love this that people were afraid of him and he has control. 

 you were just student who has happy life with no worries. you had everything - lovely family, cool and “true” friends also even a boyfriend who loves you and took care of you, but one day everything has changed. 

 you were at club with your friends who had time of theif lifes. you were a little bit tired, so you took a seat by bar. you didn’t even know when blonde guy approach you.

“why are you stting here alone?” he looked into your eyes and you could swear that he was the most handsome boy you have ever seen.”are you listen to me?”

“i’m little bit tired just it.” you smiled a little.

 hyunjin didn’t know why he approach you. he was watching you from the start of the party and he couldn’t stop. you looked amazing and really attract attention, especially from him.

“but you shouldn’t sit here. maybe in the living room? you don’t even know what a kind of people you are around with.”

“what do you mean?”

“nothing, just take it as warning honey.”

 when you were about to open your mouth someone interrupt you.

“ey yo, motherfucker. leave my girlfriend alone or i’m gonna kick your fuckin ass, you pussy.”

 you could hear your boyfriend. you were embarrassed because of y/b/n. he was really jealous sometimes with no reason and agressive towards strangers. 

“y/b/f chill out! we were just talking and you offenisve him! just stop.”

“y/n shut the fuck up for once. this guy flirts with you and you like it?”

 hyunjin couldn’t help smilling all the time. it was his devilish smile. he was fuckin pissed of because you had a boyfriend and also this piece of shit wasn’t afraid to yell at him. he promised himself that he will kill y/b/n.

“isn’t it very nice to talk your girlfriend like this asshole.so, y/n, you don’t have to be sorry because of your fuckin boyfriend. it was nice to meet you.” hyunjin turned around and face your boyfriend and whisper to his ear. “i hope you going to know with who you mess up with. you are already dead.” hyunjin smilled at your boyfriend and left.

 you were kind of person who doesn’t like when someone is treat like shouldn’t you were mad at y/b/f. you shook your head and leave just to go to boy who warned you to be careful. your firends couldn’t belive how you act.

“ey wait! i’m really sorry for this jerk. he is sometimes too agressive towards people.” you were smilling lightly “i hope you can understand.”

“why are you two dating?” he asked with smirk on his face “he is asshole towards you.”

“u-hm.. he loves me and i l-love him..”

“aish, love. okay. thanks and don’t be sorry.” he smiked “i hope we be able to see ourself once again.”

“yeah, totally.”

 he left and so you. you came back to your boyfriend with different feeling. who the hell is this guy?

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since this accident it’s been month. your boyfriend apologized to you hundred times. you couldn’t be mad at him for too long. 

 today it’s your day off. you wanted to surprise your boyfriend for being sonner at home with some cookies. bc, who don’t like cookies? you opened the door and you hear some sounds. like.. moans? did your boyfriend was pleasuring himself? it wasn’t from, of course no! but at the same time you could hear woman’s moans. you were schock and mad as fuck.

 you walked in into your bedroom and you started crying. there were your boyfriend with your bestfriend having sex. when they saw you they were shock and embarrassed.

“what the actual fuck y/b/n?! y/f/n? really? you two fuckin bastrads! i’m leaving!”

“no, y/n wait!”

“fuck of!”

 they left your bedroom. you took suitcase and pack all your stuff. there’s no way to you that you stay any longer in this home. the two most trusted people cheat on you. you couldn’t belive how naive you were. but to your surprise you didn’t feel pain. you were just mad that they did this behind your back. did you really love y/b/f name?

 when you were done, they try to stop you, but you can’t. you left your place and with no idea, you were walking. you were walking until you saw black prestige car that followed you for pretty long. you started feel fear, so you moved faster.

“y/n!”

 is this possible to be this blonde guy from club? you turned around and saw this guy parked his car and walk towards you.

“it’s you.”

“i’m hyunjin.” he smilled “what are you doing when it’s raining and with suitcase?”

“uhm, it’s not important.”

“it is. what happend?”

“my boyfriend and best friend had sex in our bedroom, when I was there with cookies. now i’m betrayed, alone with cookies and with no idea what to do with myself.”

“c’mon, go with me.”

“what?”

he laughed at you.

“come to my place. you can stay.”

“but I don’t know you well and basicly you are stranger to me.”

“just come with me. i promise i’m not gong to hurt you y/n.”

 you didn’t know why did you agree to come with him. 

 his house was pretty big and expensive. you didn’t know what he is doing for living that he has so much money. he showed you all home and give you some food.

“woah, i din’t expect it from you.”

“what? my house?”

“yeah. it’s pretty big and you know. what are you doing daily?”

“you going to know one day, not today. you be sleep in my bedroom, ok? i will be sleep in living room.”

“no, no! it’s your home, i’m only geust.”

“y/n. don’t make me angry, please. just sleep in my bed.”

 you simply nodded. you two were talking a lot before it was bed time for you. you changed your clothes into something comortable (paJamAS) and goes to the bed. you lied down and slowly fall asleep.

“good night y/n”

 you fell asleep, but you have no clue what was happening in same room. hyunjin was watching your for few hours and touch your face. he was fascinated in you. for hyunjin you were just like goddess. he couldn’t help but stare at you. and your body in this pajama was hot as fuck. you have to be his no fuckin matter what.

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weeks passed and you still were at his place. hunjin asked you to move on with him. you weren’t sure but you agreed. your family and friends told you that you are crazy for doing this. but you didn’t care, becasue hwang hyunjin had something about him what makes you want him. you noticed that he is very, very cold person, but to you he can control this.

 one day you came to home an hour earlier than you should. you walked in, but seems that hyunjin didn’t noticed you. you were about to say something when you heard devilish laugh that stops you.

“and what? you fuck with wrong person.”

“i’m sorry! really, i can give you all my money,”

“take money and pour it into your asshole.”

“hyunjin, please! i’m sorry!”

“i have no mercy dumbass.”

 you could only hear a shot. you frooze. you couldn’t move, because of this what you heard. you couldn’t control how you were breathing. hyunjin could hear it too and only thing he could do was his curse.

“y/n? what are you doing here honey?”

“you killed someone?”

“babe, listen.”

“i’m not your girlfriend.”

“belive me, you will.” he smirked when he take his gun pointing at you “better take a seat.”

you did it with fear in your eyes.

“will you kill me?”

“of course no! you are to preacious to be dead.” he smirked “you asked me one day what am i doing for living. i’m in mafia. i bet you know who stray kids are, right?” you nodded “i’m basicaly member. but you don’t have to be afraid of me. i take good care of you, don’t i?”

“you do, but it’s ..it’s scarry.” you were about to stand up “i have to go and leave you. i can’t live like this.”

“don’t fuckin move.” he reloaded the magazine “i really donj’t want to kill you.”

“i’m sorry?” you were scared “but..it’s you who killed my ex?”

“who else honey? he messed up with wrong guy. i don’t fuck with them all. and also, you can’t leave me honey. you love me.”

“no, i don’t!” you lied

“okay, so leave now. i know that you would come back to me.”

 you took al of your thing and you leave his house. 

 it didn’t teak you so long to come back to him. you didn’t know what happend to you. after you left you was feeling kind of missing? you missed him so much and you couldn’t deny it. you didn’t care that he is in mafia. you loved him it was this what matter. you know him about half a year. you love him from 5 months. 

“oh look who is back.” hyunjin smirked “what should i do with you honey?”

“just let me fuckin in and talk.”

“how confident you are honey.”

to say that hyunjin was happy wasn’t enough. he was extra happy. he loved you from begginign and this time about week you were without him he was watching you. you both loving each other as psycho and you two couldn’t stop.

“i missed you. i don’t care about mafia.”

“oh, you changed your mind?” he smirked

“don’t tease me hyunjin. just tell me what to do. leave or stay. what are you feeling towards me?”

“you want to know what i feel towards you?”

“yeah, this is what i said.”

“this is how i feel towards you.”

 he pinned you into wall and kiss you. deep and with passion. you couldn’t help moans that escape yours mouth. both of you waiting really long to this happend.

“i love you y/n. but i have some rules.”

“i love you too.” you smiled “which rules?”

“i can be really jealous so don’t try me honey. you are only mine and i can use you as i want to. in bed you gonna call me daddy or sir, got it?”

“why?”

“because im in charge and you love mi too much to disagree.” he smirked “don’t be rude to me, because you gonna face consequences. you have to love me and only me.”

“all for you.”

 he smiled to himself and then you were at his lap. kissing so desperatly and deeply like you have never. your one hand in his blonde hair and one hand on his shoulder. when his one hand was at your booty and second hand on your breast. he gave you light squzees. it was really pleasure you and you try to be queit.

“i want to hear you. moan to me y/n.”

“m-my god..hyunjin!”

it didn’t take you two so long to undress each other. he was focused at your body sight. he was amazed by your curves and hell, he loves you even more.

“remember how to call me. i want to hear you kitten.”

“yes daddy.”

 with this he thrust you so rough. it was hard at the beggining but with time you feel pleasure. he fucks you so good and no one could disagree.

“i can feel your thight pussy cleanching around my cock kitten.” both of you could hear your wetness sound “you hear how wet you are for me?”

“i’m close!”

“you can’t cum until i agree.”

“please, daddy please. please, let me cum!”

“you wasn’t be a good girl to you daddy.”

“daddy please, i can do anything.”

“okay, you gonna suck me off.” he smiled “you can cum babygirl.”

 so you did with loud moan. you7 were shaking because how good he fucks you. when you done you have to take his cock. it was really big and you couldn’t take him all. you were sucked him off really good like pro.

“m-my god. i love you so much y/n, my little kitten!” he cum with groan “swallow this sperm babygirl.”

 so you did again. after this he left you to clean up yourself. he isn’t the guy who cares, you know it, but he come back to you to kiss your forhead and fall asleep with you.

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life with hyunjin was quit hard to you. you really love him, and want to show him, but he doesn’t give a fuck about your love - it’s your thoughts. it’s been another half a year. you two been trough a lot and it makes you two special.

 hyunjin came to home from his work a little bit angry.

“i did dinner if you want to you ca-”

“y/n shut the fuck up! don’t even talk to me.”

“what? i din’t do anything.. why you scream?”

“can’y you see i’m stressed, you idiot? just fuck off from here and leave me.”

 it was casual to you, but it was first time that he was so angry.

“i have enough! stop reacting and exploding at me! i didn’t do anything wrong and here you are, screaming at me for nothing! i’m tired of it, understand?!”

“did you raise your voice at me?”

“yes, and what? you gonna punish me? i’m leaving. you can look for me when you calm the fuck down.”

“try me honey. you aren’t leaving. you are mine.”

“i can! you act coldly to me! can’t you see that it’s hurt me? i fuckin love you and you treat me like sex toy and doesn’t care about me. how can you love me when you fuck other girls? you only yell at me and test me for your sex things. i can’t live like this. you are always cold. always. don’t show me love, it hurts, because i want to show you, but you alwayds don’t care.”

 it hurt him. he doesn’t know that you see him as this. yeah, it was true that when he was really mad at you he fucked another, but then he killed them, because he loves only you. you are most important thing for him. he chuckled.

“i didn’t care about you? i care about you all the time! i’m stressed when i have to leave you for few days, so i call my men to be near to you. i always care what i did to you how you feel. i fuckin care! it’s hard to show this, but when we have sex i fuck you with love. y/n i fuckin think about to get married with you. i love you the most in the world. if you would asked me to leave my life in mafia i will! for you i will do everything. i’m sorry for being like this to you, but i love you.”

 your heart’s melt.

“show me how much you love me.”

 with this he kissed you with love. this night you two had sex slowly with full of love. you love him like a psycho, and he loves you back as a psycho.

“i really love you y/n, please don’t leave me.” lonly tear goes down his cheek “please, y/n i can think about my behaviuor but don’t leave me.”

“i won’t you know it. you know that i love you too much to leave.”

“will you marry me?” he take little box “i love you like psycho, like crazy man. make me happy and agree.”

“of course i will!”

[texas-hates-taxes-too]

I still want to make a descendants au but I cant decide who would be who so im gonna describe some of the characters and you guys give me suggestions

First some world building: there's two places, Auradon where all the good guys and their kids live and the Isle of the lost where all the villains and their kids live. The Isle of the lost has a barrier around it keeping everyone in. In the first film, a program is started where 4 villain kids will be brought to Auradon prep to have a chance at a good life and learn to be a better person

The rest is under the cut bc it got long on accident oops

Mal - Maleficent and Hades' daughter. Basically the main character. In the first film she initially puts a love spell on soon-to-be-King Ben with plans to open the barrier so her mother can get through and take over Auradon, in the end she falls in love with Ben and decides not to go through with it. But the barrier still gets opened bc of another girl (Jane) and Mal has to fight her Mom

Evie - the peace keeper, Mal's best friend with a love for fashion. She's the evil queen's daughter and always seemed most eager to go to Auradon. In the beginning she pretends to be dumb to try and get Chad (cinderella's son) to like her, but she ends up falling for Local Nerd™ Doug

Jay - Big beefy dude, respects women but also likes to charm the ladies. When Chad said mulans daughter couldnt join the sports team bc the rule book said it had to be 'a captain and eight men' Jay made her the captain.

Carlos - Cruella's son, an absolute sweetheart. Loves dogs and wants to be a vet. Has the personality of a labrador istg. In the second film he spends half the film trying to get the courage to ask out Jane and its adorable

Ben - the King, it was his idea to give the villains a second chance. He's very diplomatic and prefers to sort out issues through negotiation rather than a fight. Didn't care about Mal putting a love spell on him because he liked her anyway

Jane - the fairy godmothers daughter, she has big "teachers pet" vibes. The reason she opened the barrier is bc she wanted a magic make over and so grabbed her mothers wand. A while before this she had got a magic makeover from Mal but when Mal heard Jane insulting her she undid it. So Jane was trying to get her pretty makeover back

Uma - my favourite <3, Uma is Ursula's daughter and she's a pirate. In the second film she wants revenge on Mal and Ben because she's bitter that she got left behind on the Isle. In the third film she agrees to help Mal defeat Audrey (i'll explain audrey later) in return for the barrier being opened permanently. It becomes clear that she really just wants everyone on the Isle to have the same chance Mal and co had

Harry - Uma's second in command, son of captain Hook. Chaotic bisexual vibes, kinda dresses like the next member of Maneskin. Flirts with at least 3 girls in one film but redeems himself by simping for Uma every 5 minutes

Audrey - sleeping beauty's daughter. She was Ben's girlfriend before Mal appeared. She was under a lot of pressure from her family to be the next Queen. In the third film she becomes evil and tries to take over Auradon after Ben proposes to Mal

Chad - #1 Audrey simp. Has exactly the kind of personality you expect from someone named Chad. Immediately offered to be Audrey's lackey when she turned evil tho

Lonnie - Mulan's daughter, just really damn cool. She disarmed a guy while fighting him, gave him her sword, then disarmed him again and took her sword back

Dizzy - babyyy, she's a younger girl from the Isle that Evie is fond of. She loves hair styling and wants to go to Auradon and pursue her dreams. Very perky and upbeat personality. Drizella's daughter, evil step mothers granddaughter. Actually has a decent relationship with her grandmother

Hades - the best worst dad. Ignored his kid for 16 years but hey, he came through for her in the end and didn't try to take over the world. I genuinely love him. Wears eye liner.

Celia - Dr Faciliers daughter. One of the few villain kids with a good relationship with her parent. Very cool vibes. Apparently one of the particularly mischievous kids. She's part of the second set of VKs selected to go to Auradon Prep but she ends up returning to the Isle because she misses it too much

Doug - nerd (affectionate). Loves Evie. I dont actually remember much else about him but he's pretty sweet.

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I cant think of anyone else particularly important, there's all the parents I've mentioned, plus Uma's pirate crew and various other students at Auradon but most of them don't really have proper character or anything. Oh wait actually I remembered someone.

Dude - Carlos's dog who can talk. Him and Carlos share a single braincell

[hyunbaes]

Your Name (P.2)

genre: fluff, soulmate au!, kimi no na wa based

summary: you wake up to find your aren’t home.. or in your body

warnings: none

previous | next (coming soon)

y/n pov, later on in the day;

why does jinyoung have so many friends?? the amount of times you got lost while they all spoke, ah. they were all nice guys though. although you’ve never personally met jinyoung, you were glad he had friends like them. this means he’s probably a really nice guy himself. after his day at school ended, you went back to his house and thought you’d find a way to find out more about him. you found his journal, maybe it might be wrong to look through his things but you didn’t think it was wrong of you to want to know who he was. and it’s not like you could just ask his friends who he was.

maybe you’ll leave him a note with your name on it, telling him you think he’s nice. you hoped he had an okay day living your life, which is weird to think about but it was the current situation. you hoped you could just find a way to contact him whenever you guys didn’t switch.

but maybe, this was a one time thing. which actually made you a bit upset given the fact that you’ve been having fun in jinyoung’s body. it turns out there’s a girl who likes jinyoung, his friend daehwi teased him (you?) about it and you aren’t sure if he likes her back? maybe he’s not your soulmate but, this life is really nice. there has to be some reason why life brought you here to him, to this place. you really like who jinyoung is, but why would the earth burden you with a body switch that might ultimately fail?

you looked around and saw his journal. picking it up, you decided to look at his journal but only a page or so. it turns out jinyoung is very dependent on his friends, just like you are with dahyun and yukhei. they’ve been your friends for so long, being without them is always nerve wracking. he talks about how he doesn’t like that he’s shy which is something you hated about yourself as well. it’s the little things that make you rethink this body switch wasn’t an accident. i wonder what jinyoung is up to now, maybe talking to my friends? ah, i hope he likes them! talking to my grandma? that might will be embarrassing you thought while looking out the window. you then looked into the mirror again.. admiring jinyoung’s black hair, his sparking eyes, the scar he has on his eyebrow, the mole above the other eyebrow.. he was beauty in its purest form

the bed looked better than being left alone with your thoughts. after sleeping maybe ill wake up back home and maybe ill forget him. but i don’t want to. i never thought that is what i would end up fearing is your last thought before you closed your eyes and fell in a deep sleep.

jinyoung’s pov:

the day I’ve had in y/n’s body is not one I can just forget. it’s been so interesting, i actually don’t think i want this day to end. her life is so eventful compared to mine. i hang out with my friends at a nice cafe after school and try to be nice to the girl who likes me (she’s nice but she just tries too hard). y/n had an art project today (good thing i know how to draw or else this would have been a disaster for both of us) and it was just so nice being able to see a different side on academics. it was relieving.

my father is always so insistent that i stick with becoming an economics major, just like he did because of how high in demand econ is and i get that but it’s just, too much to bare sometimes. ive never been so happy over something in a while, ive missed the feeling. i hope y/n enjoyed her time in my body (i hope my friends entertained her enough) because i enjoy being here, at this place with her. maybe it’d be better if i was me and she was her..

and going back to her house? it turns out her grandmother figured im not actually y/n. she told me she could tell the moment i left as i started to act weird because i wasn’t associated with any of the surroundings. her grandmother began to tell me stories about y/n when she was a little girl. y/n sounds like a fun girl but her grandmother reiterated to me what I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear. how it’s almost possible that y/n was my soulmate.

the fact that i wouldn’t mind that makes me scared. i need to meet her, face to face. i want to hear her voice, sure i heard her voice whenever i talked today but i want it to be her. i want to see if this isn’t a lie. i wrote her a note before i slept that went something like this .. i had fun day here but for now, im tired and i just want to sleep. maybe ill see you again y/n when we switch sometime soon but for now, ill leave this note with everything you need to know about me so you know i exist. & with that, i slept.

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a/n: the long awaited part 2!! it feels so good to be back up with my stuff again honestly?? I have really been wanting to post this because i really liked it, i hope u enjoy💞

[yeoldontknow]

Ere

Author’s Note: happy christmas @yeol-stole-my-soul <3 i adore you so much and am so thankful i get to call you a soul sister <3 i hope you enjoy this gift as im pretty sure it checks some of your boxes~~ Pairing: Jimin x Reader (oc; female) Summary: After a long night of surgery, you come home to find Jimin waiting for you. You find comfort in him as you remember the night you met. Genre: AU; fluff; angst; drama Rating: PG-13 Warnings: some depictions and descriptions of blood; references to car accidents Word Count: 2,373

When you get home, your hands are shaking. This is not the tremor of anxiousness nor is it the tremor of regret or even anticipation, rather it is the quiver and quake of exhausted precision. All day you have held and nurtured bodies, made cuts into their skin and sewn their organs back together without so much as a furrowed brow. Even now, you can still feel them, the wet softness of life cradled between your fingers, leaving permanent stains on your empathy.

But now, now with the cool metal of the doorknob beneath your palm, you can shed the skin of your surgeon’s gloves and simply be you.

This you is tired, frowning at the ache in your back and the odd way you seem to have become numb to the tension in your toes. Walking feels complicated, heavy and uneven steps carrying you to your door with little thought behind the action. There's a growl in your stomach, the kind that reminds you your last meal was a black coffee and, as you push through your door, you realize through the fog of your mind that tepid drink was more than nine hours ago. You'd guzzled it, running to another operating room, and even when you focus on the memory you cannot remember the taste. Perhaps, you think, it is for the best.

With a heavy sigh, you drop your keys and bag on the counter, lowering your chin to your chest as you gather the strength to walk to your bedroom. Around you, the Christmas fairy lights glow like fireflies, signs and symbols of comfort and safety. He’s left the lights on for you, welcoming you home without welcoming you at all, and your chest clenches with ardor.

Glancing at the clock on the microwave, you frown. 3:00AM. All of you wants to be in your bed, pressed against the warmth of Jimin’s bare skin with his mouth at your shoulder. But the couch is closer, you think, and comfortable enough to be a cloud. The couch requires less motion and movement, less steps and less gathering of the strength you gave to strangers.

Contemplating the merits of the couch, of your legs no longer having to brace for everything and nothing at all, your vision starts to fade and your mind wanders. Focusing on the tree, you hear Jimin’s laugh as you decorated in a rush, ornaments placed haphazardly on branches and tinsel messily wrapped in irregular circles. You’d only had a few hours before your next shift, but Jimin ensured it felt like days, weeks worth of holiday cheer flooding your veins simply because his laugh cascaded over your skin, warm like cinnamon.

The memory quickly gets tainted with scalpel slices and measurements of drugs, sharp needles and cheeks wet with sweat or tears or, sometimes, both. Everything bleeds when cut hard enough, everything lives and dies, and you think briefly on how the smell of pine will soon fade from your house, even your own tree caught in a perpetual state of decay.

Grim, you think. Grim and grim, no room for seasonal happiness if you’re too worn and tired to feel it. Glancing back to the microwave, you sigh. 3:10AM. Definitely late enough for the couch and, you assume, sleeping by the tree will rebuild the sense of merry taken from you daily, continually chiseled away with saline and silver blades.

The warmth of the flannel blanket draped over the sofa lingers in your mind before it is wiped from your focus, strong arms winding around your chest and pulling you against a strong body.

‘Only one hour late,’ Jimin whispers into your ear, lips pressing warm kisses to the shell as he speaks. ‘Must be a new record.’

‘Car accident,’ you hum, settling back into his embrace and feeling your muscles relax. ‘Black ice,’ you continue, and you almost regret saying the words.

They’re heavy things, warped and distorted with personal feelings, tragic feelings, and you can feel Jimin tense against you. He breathes deeply into your neck, processing his thoughts and collecting his composure.

‘Did they make it?’ he murmurs eventually, and you hear the way he delicately gives shapes to the word, kisses them free with kindness.

You hesitate in the luxury of his closeness, and it pulls a frown across his lips in apprehension. Smiling slightly, you press yourself flush against him and nod. ‘Yes. They all did.’

‘I'm glad,’ he murmurs, squeezing you tightly as though he imagines it was you who had been injured. Always he does this, holds you close and remembers the easy way skin tears. Any word of an injury, similar or otherwise, and immediately he is reminded of the way blood sticks. Even well past its removal, you can feel it there, a scar upon your gentleness.

For a while you remain this way, his soft breath cascading through your hair and down your neck, warming you deep into your bones with every exhale. Draping one arm back and around his neck, your fingers tease idly at the individual strands until this motion halts. You're drifting, dozing, comfortable in his touch and in this love, adrift and at peace.

When you wake, you find you are in bed. Beside you, Jimin is not a sleep, merely blinking at you slowly as though he is admiring all your hardest parts - all the hard things that soften when he is near. Jimin wears wonder on his face as though he does not know how to keep his love for you a secret, as though he does not want to. Daily, you wake to find him surprised you are in his bed, and, daily, you too are hit with the overwhelming sensation of luck. In a daze, you blink at him, and let two fingers trace the silken length of his cheek down to his jaw.

‘I'm glad they made it,’ he says again, weaker now than he did before. Gentle, and implying so much more than mere affection for memories. His voice is thick, heavy with meaning, and it makes you press yourself closer to his chest.

‘Me, too,’ you affirm, and even in these few words you know you're matching his reverence.

‘I'm glad you stayed,’ he says, stroking meekly at the real truth of his words.

Glad you healed him. Glad you loved him. Glad you did not run when he needed you most.

‘Me, too.’

You meant. Oh, how you mean it.

THREE YEARS AGO - DECEMBER 20

You aren’t sure when you got used to the rhythm of the ER, when the blur of colour and abrupt movements of hands became singular, discernable actions, but you keep pace easily, unphased by the woeful sobs of people around you. It takes you several minutes to notice him, sitting silently in a corner attempting to make himself small. People less wounded than he scream as though their very limbs have been torn, but he lets the blood drip from his forehead down into his eyes and does not blink it away. Across his skin, it is smeared, either by his hand or someone else’s in the efforts of letting him see, painting his face with handprints and blood prints. Still, he does not move, shellshocked and lost in thought, as though the act of bleeding reminds him he is alive.

Dropping a chart back on the counter, you rush to him, kneel in front of him and watch the way he does not acknowledge you. Inside himself, he is swimming, seeking answers to questions his mind cannot fathom but asks just the same. For a moment, you linger on your knees, immobile and patient, waiting for a flicker of recognition to spark in his eyes.

When it does not come, when he remains frozen as though time has stilled around him, you lean forward and try to ease him back into the world.

‘Hey,’ you try, keeping your voice soft.

At the sound of your words, he becomes present though not altogether alert. He tugs the blanket wrapped around his shoulders tightly around him, and fixes a pleasant smile on his face.

‘Sorry?’ is all he manages, weak and disoriented.

‘Do you know your name?’ you ask, studying his eyes for signs of pupil dilation. ‘Do you know what day it is?’

It takes him several seconds to answer, the silence hanging heavily between you, thick with tension. While he gathers his thoughts, you start counting time, hoping and praying his head injury is not severe, hoping and praying the gash on his cheek is not deep. And as you count time forwards, so too do you count it back, wondering how long he had been sitting on this chair waiting to live or waiting to die, and feeling strongly about neither.

‘Jimin,’ he offers eventually, nodding with a slight wince. ‘Park Jimin. It’s December 22.’

Sighing with relief, you lean back on your heels and reach for his wrist.

‘I’m going to take your pulse now, okay? Jimin?’

Lingering over his arm, you scan his body for other injuries. Externally, he appears fine, though he has sunken in on himself. Already relatively slim, he suddenly looks fragile, withdrawn and surrendering easily to the pale horror that comes with trauma. Something about him, about the small way he caves inward, about the way he looks at you as though you are a tether, a hope, makes you feel protective of him.

And so you smile, reassuringly and hoping that it’s enough to wipe the worry from your features. He needs the warmth, you can tell, craves the knowledge that things will continue even if they will not be fine.

Jimin simply nods, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches the gentle way you ease his arm down towards you. Beneath your fingers his skin is cold, covered in a slick sweat that comes from shock rather than heat, and you find yourself holding tightly to him, irrationally imagining him fading away.

As you watch the hands of your watch move in circles, you feel Jimin’s gaze all over you, pressing and penetrative. Somewhere in his analysis of you, he decides you are the answer he has been seeking, you are the missing piece, and he leans forward abruptly, hoping to get close and hoping to know.

‘Will they live?’ he announces, breaking your concentration.

Your gaze flashes up to his, and you stifle the surprise that builds in your chest at seeing him so wired. His eyes search yours for truth, hard and no longer wandering. He means to pull it from you, means to confront the ugliness of death and hopes that you will greet it at his side.

Still, his questions means he can remember, and means that he is now in the throes of remembrance. It’s a good sign, one that means his short term memory has not been affected, and the thing you need to worry mostly about now is concussion or neck injury.

‘You know you were in an accident?’ you ask slowly, making him answer important questions first.

‘Yes, I…’ he tries, looking beyond you as he struggles to form words. ‘We....they were hit.’

You know the details of the case: drunk driver on black ice, speeding, careening around a corner into two cars and a telephone pole. The scene was bleak, and one car was on fire - you do not know whose. Some lived, some died, and these are the details he does not need to know, not just yet. Not until you have what you need from him first.

Keeping the tone of your voice calm and even, you comfort him by holding his hand. ‘Did you hit them?’

Again, you know he did not, but it’s important he remembers on his own.

‘Yes,’ he says, before furrowing his brow and quicky amending his answer. ‘No. I was hit first, and I went into them.’

Them. The family of five, jovial and happy, or so you like to think. They might have been, and perhaps would have been, and yet.

‘They had children with them.’ Jimin shakes your hand and makes you focus on him, distraught by this statement.

‘It’s not your fault,’ you nod, keeping your voice serene.

‘I know,’ he presses, urgently shaking his head, dissatisfied. ‘But, will they live?’

With a sigh you turn your gaze away from him, glancing at the charts on the desk you abandoned when you saw him. Three dead, three critical. He does not need to know the details, only that some have hope.

‘We don’t know until they come out of surgery,’ you say, turning back to him and keeping your voice detached.

Jimin remains unhappy with your answer, upset that is unclear and erring on the side of etiquette. Promises of non promises, unclear and vague truths, the perpetual management of expectations tasting bitter on both your tongues.

‘Did he live?’ he asks, and this time his voice is hard, demanding. Now, he will not let the question go.

‘No,’ is your cool response. ‘He was dead on the scene.’ You’re unforgiving with the way you the say words, and you do not feel ashamed for your judgement.

Another gurney is rushed through the doors, your eyes following it as it moves briskly down the hall towards OR 7. The pull to move tugs at you, the need to help and useful flooding your veins all at once, but Jimin’s hold on your wrist is stronger.

‘Stay with me,’ he pleads, eyes boring into yours and making you feel flushed.

The blanket on his shoulders has fallen down, nestled now in the crooks of his elbows, but he does not seem to mind. Now, all his hope and faith relies on you.

All of you wishes it was simple, that you could devote your night to him, to watching him heal. But you know that you cannot, that he is not the only deserving soul in the room. And so you sigh, offering a compromise before breaking both your hearts.

‘I’ll stay as long as it takes you get you patched up.’

You did not think you would stay forever.

But he did. Oh, he did.

AN #2: for @writtenwhalien​ xx