#my eye is twitching. its the first thing i saw this morning i cant do it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thefanbasewhore · 4 years

Text

United As One. || Part 2.

Summary: While Din is trying to convince the reader to marry him, the elders show their distaste while the reader finds out something that can impact her decision.

Warning/Content: 18+ please, fingering, oral (male on female), light smut, body hair (bc it's normal!!!) fighting between characters and angst. Also I don't ever write smut... Please be gentle with me lol this is one of my first times.

Paring: Din Djarin/female reader

Clan Leader Din AU

Part 1. || Master Post.

Light seeps through the gaps between thin curtains, eyelids flutter as the sun hits her skin, heat creeps up the nape of her neck, warming her forehead. The brightness makes her squeeze her eyes harshly, she uses her hands to try and face the other way but dead weight against her chest makes it impossible.

Thick brown curls rest against her chest, Din's face appreciating the warmth and comfort of her breast, his own chest pressed against her stomach with small, shallow breaths. She can't see his face, he's too low angled downward, facing the wall but it surprises her. Her eyes widen in embrassment, the sudden feeling to run her fingers through the ringlets that he's decided to show her for the first time.

Din has never removed his helmet in front of her, sometimes in the dark but this was different, his skin pressed against her chest, hair she dreamed about tickling her chin is an overwhelming feeling, to add to it the memories of his last words that Din admitted. She's conflicted, It looks more beautiful then what it felt like in the dark between her fingers but what if she wakes him and he demands an answer? Something she's unable to give at the moment.

"Marry me, I've always known you'd be my riduur since the day I met you."

Despite the nervousness fingers softly tug on the tips of hair that reached his collar, silky and well managed despite being in his helmet and the long night sleep. It's a soft sigh that falls from his lips as nails scratch his scalp, sleepily pushing his hips against her.

A breath his held as she feels the hardness against her inner thigh, swallow breaths still falling from Din's chest signaled he was still sleeping but hips unknowing to himself press harder and again wanting the friction.

Fingers stop, heart beating so fast she swears she can hear it in her ears. While they have laid next to each other many nights in the Razor Crest it was never like this. There wasn't enough room, someone would end up bumping into someone which would end up with a sleepy grunt for Din and him finding else where; leaving the bed for her.

Sex was out of the question, Grogu was the number one concern. Between finding a Jedi, keeping the Crest running before it was destroyed, and keeping up with the baby it never left the time too.

It wasn't by choice, there were many nights Din spent longing over her, greedy eyes running over any exposed skin she allowed, they showered together once after the battle against the Kypt Dragon, skin against skin but the lights cut leaving his creed intact.

Even now asleep all Din wanted to do is touch her, with the child's safety secured, and being able to come back to his clan, there was no reason not to.

He's not, heavy and throbbing against her bare thigh, Din's body weight shifting her pajama shorts up further exposing smooth skin. Finally, she takes in a deep breath, eyes shift to the child that lays feet away from them snuggling a pillow, sucking on his fingers for comfort.

"Mmmhmm." It's a soft moan, breath fanning against the swell of breast, that ever so tease him, hips indistinctly pressing further into her until he's sliding against the junction between her thigh and soaking heat. Shame makes her face red, mostly because of how much she wanted him, wants more.

Din's eyes flutter, eyelashes soothing the skin of her breast with a huff. He says for a second, evaluating the situation: his hardness throbbing, pressed between his girls creamy thighs, the worst part of it being he can feel how hot she is, see the wet spot the formed through the thin shorts, feel it.

The room was suddenly hotter, he doesn't dare move, freezes actually, would be absolutely horrified if she woke up finding him pushing against her. Lips gently lay a kiss against her chest, listening to the beats under her chest.

"Good morning cyar'ika." It's whispered against skin, not meant for her current consciousness, it's followed by a few more kisses, her eyes flutter shut at the feeling, breaths slow at a result. Din's hand press against the bed on each side of her, extending his arms to push himself fully up.

"Wait Din, I'm awake!" Her own hands come to cup her eyes as they catch a glimpse of his forehead. Din pauses, he doesn't move just keeps is face angular.

"Why... Why did you say anything?" Din's voice is caught in his own throat as she grinds her hips towards him. A small groan falling from the pressure against his hardness.

"I..." She trails off, Din looks up replacing her hand with his own, the other hand knotting the crown of her head, tangling into the hair with a slight pull that makes her whine. "I wanted to keep feeling you."

Din feels his own heart beat beginning to speed up, her fingers blindly in front pressing against the smooth skin of his throat, first cupping his chin feeling to thick hair there. Then they press against his throat, feeling the pulse thicken herself. Din might have thought it was more sexual then it was intended, truthfully honest she forgets how human he can really be.. the pulse helps remind her he's just as much as her, maybe even more.

"Din.." The whine of his name wanting and feral shoots straight to his aching cock.

Fingers soak the touch of her chin, gripping it just watch lips part with want, chest heaving that makes Din's face red. He's unexperienced, he'll be the first to admit it but it felt so, so right.

"Do you want me?" He doesn't mean to words like that, it makes him seem as if he is the prize when truthfully he's the lucky one to see her spread her legs further in response. "Can I touch you sweet girl?"

"Please, Please." She chants as he moves closer so he's on his knees in-between her legs. There's a few minutes of silence, he uses them commit this memory of her to his brain forever.

"Din." She's impatient as she calls for him, hand following it's own trail to the hem of her short but Din swats it away, tisking under his breath. "You look..." He gulps, "beautiful, so good for me."

Din's lips move agonizingly slow, pressing a piece of love across her neck, hands cupping both of her breast through her shirt feeling nipples react instantly, hard through the thin material of the shirt. "Keep your eyes closed."

"I-I.." Tears of frustration wet eyes, she want to cry, beg for him to touch her but he's to busy enjoying the feel of her, parts he's never been able to explore before. "The kid."

Suddenly Din feels like an idiot, eyes shifting across the bed, thankfully the kid is still sleeping unbothered. "I'll be right back, keep your eyes closed."

Once the child is safely tucked away, comfortable as Din made sure to cover him with blankets in the other room. Nothing could prepare Din for the sight in front of him, smooth bare legs, breast naked on display with soft nipples, his hand slips further down his abdomen to grasp his own arousal, hard and aching. A small moan makes her head raise but eyes stay closed. "Din?"

"I'm here pretty girl." Din finds himself between her legs again, hands stroke the sensative skin of her inner thighs, she managed to take her shorts off the only thing keeping Din from seeing her naked is the cotton underwear. Din cant help but stare, the light colored fabric left little to the imagination, dark hairs shape against it, the wet patching showing just how badly she wants him.

With her eyes closed, it's practically sensory overload. Her skin can feel his touch so much more, the warmness of him, not to mention his smells, musty and warm, it reminds her of old leather. Ears twitch at how horse his voice is, breath against her skin as lips touch her neck. "Do you, I mean, Do you want me to -"

Din's feels his own skin heat at the words, he didn't have much experience besides when he want younger and one of the clan members went down on him but it didn't feel like this. Nothing can make him feel the way the cry that falls from her lips do. "Please, please touch me Din."

Din mades sure to take his time, spreading the wetness around the bare mound with his thumb, his mouth parting with want. If this was the last thing he’s ever seen, he’d die happy watching her skin flush pink, chest heaving with deep breaths, grinding her desperate, needy hips against own hand.

He loves to watch, watching her mouth open to beg for more but he's greedy, he wants hear more. Hear that he is the reason for her wetness. Fingers pinch the most sensative part of her, eyes open in surprise but Din's too fast, covering them with a hiss. "Eyes closed."

She obeys almost instantly at the rough grunt, eyelashes fluttering against his palm. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

"Mhmm." He agrees inside his chest, his hand leaves her completely with a protest but it's soon gone and she's flipped onto her stomach, face pressed against the mattress as fingers dig into her hips, dragging them into the air. He found himself so wrapped up in her he didn't care if she saw his face, all that was on his mind was her pleasure, with her eyes against the wall there was no reason to worry.

His length straining against the back of her thigh, heavy. Pressing kisses against shoulder blades and his hand finds its self between them, lowering her down against the mattress with a hand. His other thumb spreading across her clit, whining with the contact. His finger’s hook inside with no warning, filling her completely.

They're large, there's only two of them as they scissor against her walls, coated with her arousal that helps them trust into her again.

When his fingers find that spot that makes her cry, whine his name he can't help but moan, "Stars, Din."

She squeezes around him, hips naturally fighting his own trust of his fingers. "So, so beautiful."

He groans at the tightness, it sends shivers down his skin. Finger’s never lead up, filling and entering as soon as they left, over and over again until she feels the bundle of heat in her stomach, bubbling for a release.

Din notices as he quickens the pace, chest against her back as he leans to press kisses against her neck, shirt discarded moments ago but neither could remember, lips sucking softly on the skin, huffing in frustration at his own arousal pressing against the back of her thigh for relief.

"Din.." it's a warning that make him suck harder, fingers so good it makes her mewl.

"Cum pretty girl, give it to me."

That's all it takes, from his fingers milking her through, the pretty girls that make her heart leap, his bare chest against her back, something snaps, squeezing against his fingers as a cry falls from them.

Her chest falls and raises quickly against the mattress, Din's fingers don't leave her heat but his head leans against her shoulders with a huff. Blind fingers reach behind her, squeezing his hardness so softly, it's an experimental touch that makes him groan but he pushes her hand away.

"Don't worry about me, I want you to cum again." She wants to protest, wants to say she can't but Din doesn't give her the chance to even catch her breath before fingers are leaving her, the dirty sound of his lips sucking on them making her gasp.

He uses this time to look at her, soaking begging for more under her breath. "Sweet, so sweet."

She couldn't tell if he was talking about her or her the cum on his fingers but eyes didn't miss a beat as legs lazily spread wider for him.

Hands spread across the back of bare thighs, trailing to squeeze a large handful of her cheek. "I always knew you would beautiful like this.. dreamed of it baby."

His arms flexing and expanding against thighs again as fingers curl into the softness of them, anchoring himself as lips closing down around her clit, suckling softly.

“Din!” it's a whine of surprise as his tongue flickers against the sensative bundle, taking his good time with. His fingers finding her heat once again, sinking into the gaping hole, his finger’s moving faster, pace increasing with every squeal, scream or sound that was made.

His tongue doesn't let up from her clit as his fingers pushed deeper inside, purposely messaging the spot found in the deepest of her pussy, his cock throbbing at the thought of feeling it.

Hips lifting off the bed trying to escape his brutal lips, but he doesn't allow it as his free hand fell to hips, roughly pushing her back down against it the pillows. "Stay." The vibrations make her cry, beg for more.

Finger’s curling in her, collecting any juice they possibly could spreading against her as much as he could as hips jolt once again, a soft mumble against her making her moan.

The familiar feeling of heat building up and bubbling in her lower abdomen spreading warmth through out her whole body as he continued to finger fuck her as fast he could. The heavenly sound of wetness dripping to his hand, covering his face and into the bed. "Give it to me, please, please sweet girl."

“I'm -." His name is like a prayer on her lips, his only reply is slamming his finger back into as hard as he could, lips puckering against her clit one more time. Eyes rolling back into her head, as her body let's go, Din sucks up anything he could manage. Her body slumps instantly but Din's finger grabbing her hips saves her from falling harshly against the bed. Loving lips press to her shoulder, laying his cheek against the warmth, slowly lowering her to the bed.

She wants to speak, but can't. Her head is still so high up in the clouds, mind so full with the thought of Din, Din, Din.

"Cyar'ika." The soft words make her heart jump, "Think about it.. I know it's not what you expected but I don't expect an answer right away."

Soft fingers trace her hairline as if they would never feel it again. His other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. Very prominent hardness against her back, but he ignores it. Eyelids flutter close, exhaustion taking over even when his lips meet her neck where he barries his head.

The sun once again is brutal, groaning as she blinks the tiredness away. Reaching behind her to feel for the loss of heavy weight but just to realize no one is there. Jumping up, looking for any sign of the green little monster as well but there is none. She moves to quickly, soreness from her legs reminds her of earlier, cheeks red with heat. It's been no long since anyone has touched her, she would feel it for days.

With shaky legs she stands, dressing rather quickly as she leaves the hut to search for them. The day is like any other, faces that aren't covered with helms show their distaste, while she can't see the other's faces she knows theirs match their conrads.

The temple is rather large, tikis of fire trail to the entrance and for some reason she finds herself drawn to it. The long pull over is stretched across her chest as she wraps it closer to herself as she moves towards the deep rasp she knows as Din.

Symbols and drawings are itched against the walls, the low light of the torches wouldn't let her decipher them, she wouldn't be able to anyways they are written in a language she does not understand. The doorway opens to a large room, space large enough to fit hundreds, tables and chairs fill the majority of it. There's a large throne in the center against the wall, followed by smaller ones that sit directly behind.

Throat dries as eyes run over the familiar plates of beskar covered thighs, up to the small green child who plays with a small stuffed toy on the mandalorian's lap. Basker doesn't notice the new eyes in the room, too busy snarling at the wrinkled men and woman in front of him. They all look identical, long cloaks that cover their baldness, charcoal symbols in a perfect line down their faces.

"No." The words fall from the woman who threatened her lips days ago, Din doesn't like the words as he lets out a huff.

"There is nothing against it, it's allowed." He argues, the elders around him show their distaste with a hiss.

"She is not mandalorian, she will bring shame on this clan. You will shame us Din Djarin." Once again she feels unwanted tears of embarrassment sting eyes, she wish they would just go away, that it didn't bother her.

She wants to curl up and disappear when she meets the gaze of sharp basker, the elders follow suit. "What are you doing here?" It's soft, low.

He doesn't like the look she sports, face twisted in anger, in sadness. She tries to hide the tears, faking a smile as she looks up at him. "I was worried... Grogu wasn't there.. you weren't there."

"I'll be done in a second, wait outside for me cyar'ika."

One of the elders hiss, "Do not speak our language to her, she does not deserve it!"

It happens before anyone can react, Din holds the baby close against his chest, the other hand drips the elder's cloak around the neck line, threatening him with rough gasp. "Don't you disrespect her. You may keep order of the clan but I am Mand'lor. I meant it when I said you have to go through me."

Din's eyes flicker to her, she gulps nervously at the display of power. It fit him so... Well. "Outside, take the child I will be out."

The sound of his voice, the authority in his voice has her feet moving before her brain can even process the words. Grogu reaches out for his mother with a giggle as he's notices her, before Din can turn his head in her direction she's gone.

It's not long after that Din is walking from the temple. Even though his emotions are often masked by his helm, anger just radiates from him. Hot, deep inside his veins. If shows with his slow steps roughly dug into the ground beneath him, shoulders high, alert, his trembling fingers at his side.

"Are.." she pauses, eyes meeting his visor as he's only inches away, towering over her. "Are you okay bear?"

The nickname makes him pause, a rare smile lifts his cheeks pressing his forehead against her own. "I'm fine, everything is going to be alright."

His heart pounds in his ears, heart warm with admiration? Love? Honestly, he couldn't quite place his feelings when it came to her but the nickname made him feel warm, happy at the affection. The nickname was a jab at his parenting, papa bear she called him, ever since then it stuck.

Grogu small hands wrap around her neck, breaking them apart in jealousy as his face finds warmth against her neck. Din rolls his eyes with a chuckle, hand slipping into her free one. The act makes her pause, looking for eyes to see but Din tugs her toward, not caring who sees.

The walk back is slow, cool while they enjoy the spoils the planet offers. A few stares but Din keeps her distracted, "There's a celebration tonight. I want you there."

"No." She admits too quickly for his liking, he sighs stopping movement all together. She feels guilty, redness blooming cheeks. "No one wants me there, I'll just spoil their fun."

"I want you there." He admits, fingers find silky strands of hair, playing with the tips with gentleness. "It's my coronation, it's the celebration of me.. there's no one else more deserving to be there."

Din can't help but notice the awkward shift from hip to hip, trying to shift weight to make standing just a little bit easier. "What is it?"

Cheeks are even hotter as she looks down at her feet. Worried hands tip her chin to meet her own reflection in his helmet. "Tell me."

"I'm just sore is all." It's Din's turn to blush, hear claims his cheeks, runs up the nape of his neck.

"Let's go back, get ready. The child needs a bath anyways." The way the petal like ears raise at the mention of a path with a lifting lip makes them both laugh under their breath.

There's laughter in the distance, the smell of fire, roasting meat, chatting among peers when she arrives. She tucks the child closer as she manages to walk past without being detected, her only concern being to find Din.

Tents scatter across the green ground, the largest which she guessed with hold him. Two mandalorians stand out front, as if they are looking for any kind of danger to pass through. The one's helm shift towards her face, looking her up and down before gesturing her entry into the tent.

Din is seated, a blonde woman's fingers pressing white lines along with symbols that have no meaning to her against his basker on his thighs. His head tilts up towards his girl, a small smile forming underneath the mask. Beads lay in layers on his chest, peaks of flowers tangled between them, he's almost covered from head to toe in white clay.

His eyes never leave hers, despite how nervously she stares at the woman who sat between his legs.

"Hi pretty girl." The words pinch her cheeks red as his fingers mention her closer, the woman kneeling in front him remains quiet. Din can sense her irritation so doesn't dare recognize the fact another woman is between his legs. He presses his hand against his lovers back pushing her close to press their foreheads together.

"Hi bear." The nickname makes him smile again, a simple word that makes him feel loved. Leather gloves stroke the petal shaped ears on the child with a soft coo, "Hey buddy, how was the bath?"

The displeasure isn't hidden on Grogu's face but he still climbs over the chair to his father's lap. The blonde woman looks up from her handiwork with a smile as the curious child peers at her. "Hi little guy."

"I'm done here Mand'lor." Din gives a pleased nod, dismissing her silently. The girl gets to her own knees, angling herself to stand between his legs. There's something about her flirty grin, eyes that meet her own with a looking that just screams, 'I know something you don't.'

Even though it makes her narrow her eyes, it really doesn't matter expect when she bares her neck to them. Wrapped around with a thin piece of string is the mud horn signet that exactly resembles Din's.

She tries not to think the worst, but it seems like a claim of some sort. Like she is his. While she silently moves to exit the tent, a long strand of beads run across the whole length of her hair, dark brown in color.

Din's hands try to move her to his lap but the look of confusion etched across her face makes him pause.

"She wears your signet?" Din is caught off guard, bitting his bottom lip under the helm. While it made complete sense to him, how do you explain it to someone how doesn't understand this way of life.

"Yes." He answers truthfully, "I made it for her."

The words make her take a step back, Din's fingers don't allow her as they fight to move her between the V of his legs. He's successful, stronger.

"I will make you one when you're my riduur."

"but why does she have one?" The hurt can't go unnoticed, pale in color, anxiety making her heart thump faster.

"It's not important."

"It is to me. Why does she have one?" Din doesn't want to talk about it, he wants to enjoy the night, enjoy it with his clan, his son and her.

"She is my breeder." While she doesn't know what it means, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. She's silent, chewing on the fat of her lip. "Sweetheart?" Din looks up, uneasy with the silence.

"Breeder? You mean as in -."

"Have my children." The fear is answered, "It's tradition, the clan needs an heir. If a riduur cannot produce a child, the breeder will be used. It's nothing to worry about."

"Nothing to worry about? If I marry you and can't have children you will just have them with her?"

He doesn't like it, the way her voice fills with hurt. "Yes but it won't happen, it's just in case."

She's trying to distance herself, Din let's go, he doesn't like the way she struggles from his grasp. "If it does happen what I'm supposed to sit back and watch you two raise a child together?"

"It won't happ -."

"Who picks her?" It's a jab toward him, makes him regret his choice that he made years ago, before he knew her.

"I do but it -." He wants to say it was before her, before he feel in love but watching tears fill her eyes makes him pause, if he had one weakness in this world it would be watching her cry, something he's seen too much over the past week.

"Don't cry." He stands tall placing the child on the chair, with every step towards her she moves further away. Her chest is heavy, heart breaking as tears that slip past eyelids.

"I was never your first choice." Din can see it, the way her eyes show the fear of loving him. Hand pressing against her own chest as if it physically hurts.

"You are, you're my only choice." His words try to reason, hands try to comfort but she presses a hand against his chest to stop him. The wall of the tent is against her back, Din boxes her in.

"It's tradition, I don't want her. I want you."

She shakes her head, tears burn her cheeks. "Your traditions are ugly, I hate it here."

The words make his face drop, heart stuttering in his chest, it hurts. Her defiance, the way she admits those words about his home. He wants it to be her own.

"I can't change them. I can't help them." Her eyes flicker to the beads against his chest, reaching out to feel the hardness of them.

"What were the beads in her hair?"

Din doesn't want to say it but none the less cannot lie. "I don't want to lie to you." It was too much already, it would only bring her more pain.

"Then tell me the truth Din."

"She wears the color of my eyes in her hair."

.."What?"

The amount of time it took Din to even admit the color of his eyes to her was months.. she just walks around parading them and he allows her, he did pick her after all.

"Y-Your eyes?" The words choke up in her throat, bottom lip trembling. "I never got to see your eyes, you said they were brown. The first time I see the color is on another woman. Do the whole clan a favor, take me home and marry her."

"No, No. Stop." His hands grasp her wrist, pulling her close to his chest, the dried clay scratched her cheeks, beads press against her temple. "It was long ago, before I met you. You are my choice."

Tears smear, melting the clay with a cry. She pulls away, "You might want to have her come in and fix that."

Din Djarin is left speechless as he watches her walk away, his own heart breaking inside his chest. Not even a full week home and it's already managed to distance them. Now her own broken heart matching his.

#din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #the mandolorian imagine

307 notes · View notes

heyitsyn · 4 years

Text

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 6

a/n: DKFJSLDKFSJ OMG YOU GUYS IVE LTR BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR SO LONG AACCKKK!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, omg im screeching bc BAHAHAHA THERE IS GOING TO BE A SLIGHT PLOT TWIST YOU GUYS!!!!!

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- Ever since yn got lost during a trip to another school, the team made the rule that she has to hold one of their hands. Its probably so small compared against the boys. She got lost cause babie saw a cat

SKDLFJLSDKFJ EWWWWWWWW IM SCREECHING IN DISGUST RIGHT NOW LIKE THATS SO DIS COS TANG OIKAWA TOORU LIKE LEAVE MY GUY ALONE!!!!!!! #LETMAKKILIVE

lmao yep this is really happening

okay so anyways

you guys know how seijoh is like known around the prefecture right?

and we all know that nekomata and old ukai are like besties so they were talking over the phone right

and nekomata was complaining that his players were already fed up with playing against the same people and they wanted to be challenged and wanted new exposure to other players and all that jazz

old ukai was cackling at the other side bc haha youre actually begging me to find you new teams now?

but anyways

theyre like besties forever so ofc old ukai would help

and by help, he turned to poor zaddy keishin and told him to look for teams that could be sent up to tokyo and play against nekoma

‘what?! im already busy and i dont have time to scout-’

‘YOU WATCH YOUR TONGUE BOY! I CREATED YOUR FATHER AND WITHOUT HIM, YOU WOULDNT BE HERE TODAY!’

‘BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WANTED TO BE ALIVE IN THE FIRST PLACE!’

family goals 😍😍😍

but keishin still listened to his grandfather and recommended seijoh as being the one to go as they are one of the hardest to beat opponents in the preferecture

but its more like he wants to hear about nekoma being destroyed by oikawa’s service aces and grovel at their feet since naoi always made fun of them saying country boys arent as good as city boys

LIKE PLEASE

anyways!!!!!!

nekomata got word of it and immediately phoned aoba johsai and talked to the coach

‘yes, i heard from an old friend of mine that you are quite strong’

nekomata praised, wanting and desperate to have them come up

‘and do you think your team is good enough to beat us?’

LMAO YESSSS GRANDPA IRIHATA!!! DRAG THEM KITTIES!!!!

WAIT NO THAT SOUNDS WRONG

but they settled on their disagreements and decided yep they were going to go up there and have a practice match

however

irihata and nekomata wanted their boys to be kept in the dark about who this team is as knowing them, they have sources to find them tapes of old plays

they wanted it to be a fair match

even the managers were being kept from it as they could easily be influenced by the players for that information

irihata walked into the gym and announced a team meeting to which they stopped

you sat down next to kyotani, who pulled you beside him and wrapped a protective arm around your waist

‘we have a practice match against a prominent team up in tokyo in 3 days. make sure you have your plays right and pat down as they are known to be quite an opponent’

the boys shouted a determined cheer and they all hussled back to practice

you were running around, tending to everyone with towels or medical tape

once you finally sat back down on the bench, you noticed your phone screen light up, indicating someone sent you a message

it was natsu

you swiped open and smiled softly at his picture

it a selfie of him in front of his school as you told him to send you a picture that he arrived safely

‘got here in one piece since im not ready to meet daddy satan yet’

i hate him you guys

after receiving news of his mother gaining custody of him, he cheered and was able to go back to tokyo without his father in the picture

lets just say,,, hes not nice

anyways

you were sad to let him go but you understood he missed his friends and his almost-boyfriend so you were able to say goodbye easily at the station

‘gross but im pretty sure katsuki would blow satan to smithereens’

‘hehe ;) he would’

‘N A S T Y’

you cringed but giggled and the team noticed so they tried hard to gain your attention back on them

‘aaa!!!!! y/n-chan!!! my leg!!!!’

‘i think i chopped off my finger!!!!’

‘my head snapped off my body!!!!!’

you rolled your eyes and placed your phone down before walking over to mattsun to help him snap his head back on his neck

finally, it was the day of the match

you were arranged to stay the night at tokyo to have a few practice matches with this unknown team

the team was arranged to meet at the train station at 9:45 since the train leaves at 10

you arrived the earliest to keep track of everyone and just because you were actually kinda excited

theres this weird feeling in your stomach that isn’t exactly bad but its,,, giddy

you sat on the bench, waiting for the team

they all started arriving one by one and you were doing a headcount for everyone but you were missing one

you checked your phone and you noticed he was getting late

it was already 9:54

you hate it when people are late to meeting time so you were slightly irritated

you dialed up your captain’s number and you stood up, pacing around

‘hello~~~~ y/n-cha-’

‘oikawa-san! do you know what time it is?! you were arranged to come here at specifically 9:45 but its 14 minutes passed that so where the hell are you? you better have a good excuse you piece of-’

‘aww y/n-chan oikawa-san is sorry’

someone whispered in your ear from behind and you flinched, surprised at the sudden person

oikawa wrapped an arm around your waist while his other hung up the call and you turned around, arms crossed while pouting at him

‘sorrysorrysorry!’

he apologized and you rolled your eyes

‘i swear, oikawa-san. if i find out it was because of your hair again-’

‘oi shittykawa! your sister just called me and you left the curling iron on, you stupid bastard!’

iwaizumi’s shout made oikawa sweat and pale

your eyes glinted dangerously

‘this is the last straw, oikawa-san’

you growled and he shot down to his knees and was about to start praying to you when the coach decided he had enough entertainment for the day and called everyone to gather around

‘heres your tickets. this train will get us there around lunch time so dont worry about getting hungry’

the shinkansen train had 2-person seating so everyone fought secretly amongst each other to sit next to you

literally, their private group chat was blowing up until early this morning at the shouts and yells of everyone caps locking their arguments as to why they deserve to sit next to you

the only one who didnt was mattsukawa issei

bc quite frankly, he didnt care who he sat next to and although it sounds nice to be next to you, he isnt exactly the comfiest to sleep on due to the obvious size difference

lmao like your head probably wouldnt reach his shoulders bruh

now youre not oblivious

or blind

so you noticed the glares of everyone as you all stood for the train to come

and you also noticed mattsun just standing there, bored, so you sneaked over to him, wrapping your arms around him

‘arent you excited, mattsun-san?’

he gasped quietly at your sudden appearance but he smirked

‘its nothing special. just another team that we’re going to beat’

you giggled at his confidence and you walked in front of him so you could properly be held by him

it was practically second nature now by the way he just opened his arms and you crashed into them, his own wrapping around your shoulders to hold you tight

‘i love your confidence so much mattsun-san’

he flushed red and furrowed his eyebrows, head turning to the side to hide the obvious effect you had on him

‘whats the point of playing when you cant be confident’

‘aaaa why are you looking away mattsun-san!!!’

lmao when the team saw you sitting next to mattsun, they all felt so betrayed like bruh

ltr kyo and iwa were about to go feral

oikawa was like ready to screech his ass off but one look from you made him shut up

‘i sincerely, really, truly hope youre just complaining about the seat hurting your flat ass, oikawa-san’

KDFJLSDKFJSDL Y/N NO STOP IT

it was kinda funny actually bc everyone was all pouting and sulky while you just have mattsun who’s smirking like ‘beat that’

SDKFJLSDKF I LOVE MATTSUN’S SMIRK LIKE PLEASE OMG

ofc he let you sit at the window bc you love window seats

like iwa, he also pulls up the arm barrier thingy and you shuffle closer to him and mattsun practically combusts

the ride isnt expected to be very long but you still found yourself sleeping during it

mattsun has his arm around your shoulder while your head is leaning against his peck man boobie

omg its so cute like he actually slides lower on the seat to help you reach his shoulder and hes slouching and back is hurting just for you

;’)

he was awake the whole time bc he couldnt sleep with his heart beating so hard it might rip out of his chest

ew thats kinda gorey

your hand was gripping his own and to pass time, he found himself fiddling with your fingers

an unknown smile appeared on his face at the obvious size difference between yours and his

a finger traced different and foreign shapes just to feel the softness of your hand and he combusts again when you unconsciously squeeze his hand

mattsun couldnt help but bring your linked hands up and kiss the back of yours

it was soft, gentle, and his lips lingered there for more than a second

then a sudden feeling of fatigue washed over him and he leaned his cheek against the top of your head

the last thing he remembers is the smell of your f/s (favorite smell) shampoo

then you guys arrived in tokyo

irihata had to personally wake you all up because even naoi fell asleep and everyone fell asleep

irihata gently shook mattsun awake and when the boy opened his eyes, the older man nodded over to your form

‘gently wake her up’

as if mattsun didnt already know

thats why he softly ran the pad of his thumb on your cheek that was exposed to the air

‘y/n~~’

he coos and your nose twitches, in between the border of dreams and reality

‘darling, wake up, baby bear’

FSDKLFJSDLKSDJKFJDSKLFJSDLFKSJDLF YOU GUYS I CANNNNTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im listening to kataomoi by aimer so that kinda influences the ‘darling

his deep voice that surprisingly reaches a level of quietness made your eyes flutter

your whole face scrunched at suddenly being woken up but the sight of mattsun’s genuine smile made you mirror it and cuddle closer for an extra dose of warmth

‘hmm, is my baby tired?’

he teasingly whispers and you nodded, snuggling even further and he gently cups your face

his hold had made your cheeks squeeze slightly together and your pout increased the cute factor

‘nwoooo dont skweeze demmm’

you slurred and he chuckled

‘hai hai’

‘kwiss it better’

you demanded and he full on laughed before moving his hands to your jaws so he could plant many kisses on your cheeks

the repeated kisses tickled so you giggled and squirmed

‘aaaaaa mattsun-san it tickles!!!’

your playful protests forced him to stop and allow you to actually sit up

as usual, your hair was a bird’s nest and mattsun attempted to settle it out

‘hah, y/n-chan your hair is like another being itself’

he choked out and you pouted at him

‘so mean! mattsun-san is so mean! baba-san! rescue me!!’

yahaba was known in the team to be the one who fixed your hair and you trusted him the most with it

hearing his name being called, the pretty boy dashed towards you and mattsun’s seats

‘is senpai giving you trouble again? come, honey, come to baba-san’

mattsun gave him a look for the younger’s passive agressive tone

oikawa immediately dashed over right next to yahaba

‘oh? y/n-chan! oikawa-san is here!!’

iwa and kyo growled

‘SHUT UP SHITTYKAWA!’

meanwhile irihata and naoi were just done

they just wanted to get off the train like is that such a big favor?

finally!!!!

seijoh was able to actually make it to the city and ngl, despite living in sendai, you were actually overwhelmed by the bustling city of tokyo

there were people all over the place and many cars and you were being pushed around

it didnt help that it was ltr lunch hour and a flurry of business people just flooded out of their buildings

you unconsciously gripped your bag and focused on just not tripping over people so your eyes were trained on your feet

then in the corner of your eye, you saw a tiny animal that was in danger of being stepped on so you ofc had to go chase after it

you shouted at some people to watch out and to not step on it

but then it disappeared

the moment you looked up, everyone was gone

you panicked and your head was turning from side to side

‘MATTSUN-SAN?! IWA-SAN?! KYO-SAN?!’

you shouted but it seems your voice wasnt loud enough

GIRL YOU GOTTA MANIFEST THAT BULLHORN VOICE

worry and dread bubbled inside of you but you stopped, just trying to calm down and think

then you saw the flash of white again so you hurriedly ran after it, not knowing that you were straying away from the city and towards the suburbs

you noticed you were now lost at the less amount of feet walking and this wasnt the city and you were now away from the team

taking yoru eyes off of the cat, you looked around to confirm your fear and that gave the cat an opportunity to disappear again

yoo crookshanks

huffing a curse, you pulled your phone out of your bag and dialed each

your phone wasnt reaching the boys and no one was picking up

what the heck

you ended up at some quieter and less crowded spot

like a neighborhood

you contemplated calling natsu as he lived in tokyo but tokyo was a big city and you were at some neighborhood so its highly unlikely he would know where you are

so you just walked around, looking for a place to sit and think like a park

then you heard a distressed meow

you were just walking and hearing that loud cry of help made you stop and immediately follow the sound

‘kitty? kitty?’

you called out even though you knew fully well they didnt understand you

but the cat cried even louder and you heard another cat

it was less higher pitched and honestly, you just felt like there was another cat

as you looked around, you saw the same cat you followed after and it bobbed its head at you as if asking you to follow him

‘you want me to go with you?’

the cat blinked then turned around and started walking

‘okay then’

you took the time to inspect the actual color of the cat

it was dominantly white furred but it had multiple colored spots, mainly yellow and brown

you eventually ended up at a large tree with a cat shivering on the biggest branch

it was black and had some fur sticking out at the top of its head and it looked young so its probably a kitten

you tutted and reached out your hand but it recoiled, hissing at you

BOI SHE TRYING TO HELP YOU WHAT

‘hey, i want to help you’

you softly said and maybe youre just doctor dolittle?

bc it stopped hissing and started whining instead

‘kenma-san! i swear i saw it just now-’

a sudden foreign voice made the black haired cat hiss again and this time, even you were counted as a threat

the appearance by the corner of two boys made you glare at them

one was freakishly tall with grey hair and scary green eyes while the other was shorter and had bleached hair that grew out

they both wore running shorts and black shirts and they looked like they were on a run or something

then you had a thought

this guy was tall

he could help

‘hey! you!’

you waved and the boys stopped, eyes wide

they pointed to themselves and you nodded

‘yes, silly! especially the tall one!’

the other had a flash of a glare that disappeared almost immediately but the ‘tall one’ happily skipped over

‘oho, hello chibi-chan’

KDFJSLDFKSDJLFDKSJ YES IM CONDENSCENDING

you puffed your cheeks out in anger at the nickname but this was not the time

‘that kitty up there is stuck. and i cant help it because its scared. and its all the way up there’

you pointed and he nodded

‘i followed that cat here too but i needed someone else. thats why i brought kenma-san’

your eyes shifted to ‘kenma-san’ who was focused on the other cat who also stared back at his spot by the tree

hmmm, they look kinda similar

‘well! we need to help it,,,,,, grandpa-san!’

taken aback by the nickname, the tall guy gasped while the blonde boy choked out a sudden laugh and you giggled

‘GRANDPA?!’

‘yea. you know cus you have gray hair’

you reasoned and he was about to retort when he stopped himself

‘no. we have more important matters in hand. kenma-san, come stand on my shoulders. chibi, use my jacket to catch it if it falls’

you scrambled to do your task but you heard kenma-san mumble

‘you cant tell me what to do’

‘oh hey! whats your name?’

you asked and the tall guy waved

‘im lev. haiba lev. first year’

‘kozume,,, kenma. im a second year’

‘oh! then nice to meet you! im l/n y/n!’

introductions had to be cut short as you all assembled

kenma wobbled while lev cringed at the obvious pain but they gritted their teeth and kenma lunged to grab the cat

but the cat jumped away, falling to the ground where it was caught safely by you

thankfully the jacket saved you from scratching but after a few soft whispers of reassurance, the kitty calmed down and it resulted in just shaking

‘its okay. we’re okay. i got you’

you were completely oblivious to the fact that kenma and lev were on the ground, bleeding after falling, or the shout at the distance

‘kenma! lev!’

‘Y/N-CHAN!’

you three turned to see two groups of boys coming from two directions

on the right had a guy with black hair similar looking to the cat on your arms

while the left had your familiar looking captain

‘oikawa-san!’

you shouted and he ran up, eyes wide with worry

‘where were you?! why did you run off?! you shouldn’t-’

he rambled but your eyes stopped at the appearance of your familiar pink-haired cousin

‘natsu?!’

you shrieked and he had an equally surprised expression

‘y/n?!’

he shouted

‘what-!’

he started but you beat him to it

‘why are you here?!’

you pointed to the people behind him

‘im,,, a manager. im a manager for my volleyball team’

‘volleyball,,,’

you trailed off

‘VOLLEYBALL?! NEKOMA?!’

you knew of your cousin’s school but you didnt think you guys would meet here

‘shes your cousin?’

someone piped up from the back and natsu nodded, still looking at you

‘oya? the apple doesnt fall far from the tree, then. hello gorgeous, the names kuroo tetsurou’

KSLDFJDSK I HATE THIS LIKE PLEASE HES JUST A NERD YET I WRITE HIM LIKE THIS I HATE MYSELF

‘HAH?! YOU BACK OFF!’

kyotani started but you caught him in time, holding him in your arms

‘nooo,, calm down, kyo-san’

natsu’s nose crinkled and his mouth curled

‘ugh, nice to see you too, brat’

‘BRAT?! YOU BASTARD!’

‘IM A THIRD YEAR, YOU BASTARD!’

kyotani was held back by oikawa and iwa while your cousin was with that kuroo guy and lev

you hurried back to the rest of the team and they each glared at you but they had an obvious expression of relief

‘do that again y/n-’

‘i know, makki-san. youll use a leash backpack’

lets just say its not,,, the first time youve been lost

‘new team rule. youre holding someone’s hand at all times. no matter what, always hold us’

yahaba scolded and watari nodded

meanwhile, mattsun grabbed your hand and gripped it tight

‘youre never leaving my sight again’

his tone was different from his usual playful and teasing voice

you knew he was very worried and that made you feel really guilty

‘im sorry’

you whispered and he pulled you to him, hugging you tightly

‘its okay. youre here right now and thats all that matters’

you nodded and you turned your head, leaning on his chest to watch oikawa yelling and shouting at this kuroo guy while your cousin and kyo were arguing and you chuckled

this was,,, chaos

‘dear god, you shouldve let me be lost for a few more hours’

you mumbled, smiling lightly when mattsun’s chest vibrated as he laughed

‘take me with you next time’

‘i will’

you hummed

‘Y/N-CHAN! YOU ARE NOT GOING NEAR THIS-THIS MONGREL!’

oikawa screeched, stomping his way over to you

you smirked

‘oi kuroo-san! lets hang out after the match!’

oikawa screamed

a/n: now that my nekoma manager is out, i can finally have a manager x manager interaction and uwuwuwuwu just wait until i finish the others and ill do that req anon sent in ;) if you sent it in, you know what im talking about ;)

492 notes · View notes

oscar-lettjohanssonloveme · 4 years

Text

Sleepless (Miss Venable x reader)

Good evening my dear friends (idk about the time where u live, but in germany its 11 pm) :D This is random and kinda short, but you know, i wrote on mr. sandman pt. 2 today (which is really angsty) and I just wanted some fluffy thing so i wrote this sksksksk

sorry for my english.. ..yk, googletranslate the love of my life :3

summary: u cant sleep, and thats why you wake up ur gf

warnings: nothing i guess?

It wasn't unusual if you couldn't sleep at night. You weren't a person who needed a lot of sleep. Usually you just lay there and watch your girlfriend sleep. Mina was actually a very strict and disciplined woman and that you could watch her sleep was a privilege.

It was currently 2 a.m. From outside the rain pelted against the window pane of your bedroom, while the bright full moon lit the room pleasantly and you could watch the face of your sleeping girlfriend. And Mina could say what she wanted, but she just looked cute when she slept.

As so often, you braided the few locks of hair that were messy on her pillow and you knew she would probably be upset about it the next morning. Not because her hair would be even more messy than it was every morning anyway, but simply because then she would know that you hadn't slept again.

And while you were playing with her hair that night and watching her face twitch in her sleep because of what she was dreaming, you noticed that it was still not enough. You wanted to see her beautiful eyes, hear her voice, you just wanted her attention. And that's why you decided to wake her up.

"Mina?" You whispered softly, examining her face for any reaction, but nothing happened.

"Baby .." you begged a little louder again.

This time Mina hummed in agreement, still with her eyes closed, but better than nothing.

"Could you wake up for me, please? I'm bored .." you mumbled and put your hand on her cheek to use your thumb to smooth her pale skin. And a few seconds later your girlfriend finally opened her eyes to stare at you tiredly and frowning.

"What time is it?" She asked in a thick voice and grabbed your hand, which was on her cheek.

"2 a.m.."

"And how long have you been up?"

"For an hour? I don't know ..", you muttered and watched Mina roll over on her back and rub her eyes with both hands.

"You should drink less coffee, princess ..", she finally said and of course she couldn't see how you rolled your eyes.

"So what do we do now?" She asked as she turned back to you.

You shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know .. tell me something beautiful.."

"And what?"

"Its your decision, be creative", you replied just before you turned around to turn on the bedside lamp.

"Oh come on ..", Mina grumbled reluctantly and you had to grin when you saw her screw up her eyes against the light.

"I can tell you about the book I'm reading now .."

"Isn't that some medieval novel in which a lot of people are brutally murdered..?" You asked with a frown.

Mina hummed in agreement as she began to comb through your hair with her fingers.

"And it's really good .."

"But that's not beautiful ..".

"Then let me think for a moment ..", Mina sighed and actually seemed to be thinking hard about what she could tell you. And again you couldn't help but find her incredibly cute when she stared intently into your eyes and chewed on her lower lip.

"So .." she finally started and you had to smile.

"So?" You repeated.

"I have no idea if that's what you think of as something 'beautiful', but did I tell you about how I fell in love with my doctor when I was 16?" She asked with a wry smile and you shook quickly the head.

"No, but I want to hear it .."

"Well ..", she started and pulled the covers a little further over her shoulders. "As you know, I have been to various doctors because of my scoliosis and when I was 16, I got a new doctor and she was really hot .."

"Is that a kink?" You asked with a grin and she rolled her eyes.

"That's ridiculous .. I think I just liked her because she was the first doctor who was nice to me .." Mina explained and looked at you thoughtfully.

"Define 'nice"

"Well, she asked, if she hurts me when she examined me or something like that.."

"But that's more sad than beautiful .." you moaned and started to play with the hem of your duvet.

"As I said, she also looked good .." Mina added and you had to laugh.

"Nice and good-looking? You don't have many expectations, Mina .."

"Oh wow .." she muttered disapprovingly.

"You wanted me to tell you something beautiful and thats it .."

"Thats it? That wasn't that beautiful now .." you said and looked at her disappointed. Mina just sighed and closed her eyes again.

"It's two o'clock in the morning, you can't expect much from me. And if you didn't like it, then you can tell me something beautiful ..", she mumbled and you could hear her voice getting low at the end of the sentence and she was probably falling asleep again.

"But I wanted to hear your voice .." you pleaded as you grabbed her hand to intertwine your fingers with hers.

"Can you sing or something?"

"Princess, I would do anything for you, but singing is definitely not one of them ..", Mina, who had opened her eyes again, said and tried to suppress her grin.

"Hmm .." you thought and looked at her thoughtfully.

"You could also let me braid your hair, then you would have curls tomorrow .."

"But I never wear curls."

"But it would look cute .." you said, cocking your head.

"Okay ..", your girlfriend finally sighed before she sat up and you could climb behind her.

"Well ..", you started with a satisfied smile on your face as Mina sat between your legs.

"Can you get the hairbrush? If so, please give it to me ..".

Mina hummed in agreement and grabbed the brush that was lying on her dessert while you gathered her red hair in your hands to place it behind her shoulders. Mina handed you the black hairbrush and you started combing softly through her long hair. For a moment there was silence between the two of you, and while you focused on not hurting her in any way, you were afraid that she might fall asleep again. You suddenly felt bad about waking her up. Mina would never be angry with you about it, but it was somehow selfish of you to disturb her sleep just because you hadn't been able to sleep.

"It's getting more and more common, don't you agree?", Mina suddenly asked and refuted your fear that she had fallen asleep.

"What do you mean?", You replied confused when you started to divide her hair into three equal strands.

"I wake up more often in the morning with braided locks in my hair ..".

"If it bothers you, I can do something else to pass the time at night ..".

"How about sleeping?" Mina interjected.

"Not funny .." you growled and started to braid her hair.

"Is it a physical or a psychological problem that you cannot sleep? Maybe you should see a doctor ...".

"I dont know ..", you muttered. "There are just so many thoughts in my head that scream to be thought through to the end .."

"What thoughts?" Mina asked and you could hear the concern in her voice.

"No bad thoughts .." you said quickly.

"Just so many ideas that I have. And I'm afraid that I will forget them when I sleep and that's why I think about them at night ..".

"Okay .." Mina said quietly.

"You could just write these ideas down and think about them the next day .."

"Maybe that's not a bad idea .." you muttered as you pulled the elastic off the stalk of the hairbrush and wrapped it around the end of the pigtail.

"Or it is really because you're drinking too much coffee .." she teased you.

"It's unfair, you drink a lot more coffee than I do .." you moaned.

You leaned over to place the brush back on the bedside table, before climbing back onto your side of the bed and curling up in her blanket.

"You look beautiful ..", you muttered unintentionally when you looked into the tired face of your girlfriend, who now had a plait on her shoulder and was looking down at you lovingly.

"Do you think you can sleep again now or do you want to do something else?", She asked, as she lay down again and pulled your body to her chest.

"I think it's enough .." you replied and stretched your arm around the blanket to wrap Mina as well, while she leaned over you to turn off the light.

"Thank you .." you whispered in the dark against the fabric of her nightgown.

"You don't have to say thank you, Princess .. I actually didn't do anything ..", Mina mumbled and put her chin on your head.

"That's not true, you were awake and I was allowed to braid your hair .."

You heard Mina laugh softly and put a kiss on your hair.

"I love you, princess ..".

"I love you too honey.." you replied.

"Oh and by the way, do you think I'm nice and good looking too?"

"Oh shut up and sleep, you little dork ..", Mina growled against your hair and you had to giggle.

"Or I'll show you how good looking I think you are .."

#wilhemina venable x reader #wilhemina venable #sarah paulson x reader #wilhemima venable imagine #american horror story

139 notes · View notes

bratkook · 4 years

Text

clairvoyant. (m) part eight.

masterlist

pairing: jungkook x reader , taehyung x reader

word count: 17.8k+

warnings: oral (m receiving), face fucking, clothed sex, choking, degradation, orgasm denial, cum facial, tae spits in your mouth, also jungkooks kind of a major dumbass and ya’ll gonna hate me ok goodbye, also some non sexy slut shaming :/

author’s note : nows a good time to mention that the song that made me start this story is clairvoyant by the story so far, just so ya’ll know lol also this is the last super long chapter...i think

Jungkook feels the headache before hes even fully awake, its a dull thud against his temple but its enough to get him to groan in discomfort. He cracks one of his eyes open slowly, confusion clouding his brain when a tangle of hair is the first thing he sees in front of him and he almost throws himself back, his half asleep mind assuming its some animal until he remembers its you.

His left hand comes up to rub at his face, his fingers pulling back and seeing the remnants of his halloween makeup staining the tips of them and thats when the memories of last night come rushing back to him. Flashes of you moaning underneath him going through his head and he feels his temple pulse at the thought. His gaze follows the mess of hair until it settles on your face, smushed against your pillow with the cutest pout on your lips and he smiles at the sight.

His fingers twitch, wanting to push back the hair that covered part of your face but he stops himself. His hand is caught in the air when you take a deep inhale, your lips puckering out as you start to wake up and his mind begins to panic.

It was the next morning, what did that mean exactly? Well fuck all if Jungkook knew, he’d never had casual sex with anyone let alone a friend. So when you come to and peek over to look at him with a small smile all he can do is wave his hand like an idiot.

You’re not fully awake yet, your eyes still burn from sleep and it feels like your head is stuck in a fishbowl, the small traces of a hangover starting to rise to the surface. As you raise a hand up to clutch at your temple your comforter shifts from its spot around your chest, the material slipping down until your boobs are exposed.

Your mind is too focused on the throbbing in your skull to realize your nipples are exposed to the chilly air in your room but Jungkook notices, his eyes zeroed in on them and he doesn’t know if he should look away out of respect or not.

“I think I could still be drunk.” You rasp out, your hand falling from the side of your head and landing limp in front of you. You make no moves to cover yourself up, Jungkook had already seen you in all your glory last night and you were absolutely shameless regardless. You sat up a little straighter and raised both arms up to stretch your sore muscles, the action jutting your chest out further and Jungkook wanted to cry. The simple action was enough to get his dick to twitch, a small sign of life that he was determined to ignore because he would not pop a boner at the sight of a nipple.

When you finally turned to actually look at him he realizes he actually hasn’t said a word, “Oh, I’m definitely not drunk. My heads killing me.”

You smile at that, taking in his beyond messy bed head and the way his cute lips look slightly chapped from the cold of last night. He watches as your eyes scan his face, trailing down his neck and seeing the faint petals of purple you left on his skin that he has yet to notice, going further down and seeing his sculpted abs that still looked glorious even as he was hunched over. Your comforter covered him from the hips down but you knew he was just as naked as you were and it excites you but you spare him, showing him some mercy and allowing the both of you to properly wake up.

His thighs tense up when you shift in bed, your palm resting on them as you navigate around him to get out of bed. Even though he’s trying his best not to his eyes are glued to your body, watching as your breasts jiggled when you hopped out of bed, the way your ass jutted out as you rummaged through your drawers and once you got clothes on he cant help but notice how perfectly the tiny sleeping shorts hug the curve of your hips until the hoodie you throw on covers them entirely.

He can hear you mumbling something out but his eyes are still stuck on your legs, remembering how soft your skin felt as his fingers clutched onto you. It’s not until he feels a cold wipe smack him in the chest that he looks up at you, seeing you standing at your desk with your hand on your hip and an incredulous look on your face.

“Earth to Jungkook.” You wave your other hand around in the air, a makeup remover flailing around in your grasp as you do so.

He peels off the cold wipe with a grimace, “Sorry.”

You just laugh, going back to wiping your face from last nights debauchery and he starts to do the same. “Do you want advil or anything for the headache?” That must be what you were asking him while he was in a trance.

“Please, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hangovers.” He crumples up the now dirty makeup wipe and sees the trashcan is nowhere near him and his clothes are currently on the floor beside your roommates bed. He’d have to get up and reveal his naked ass self to you in order to toss the wipe.

He gulps as he looks down at his covered thighs, not sure why he feels so much uncertainty. You basically fawned over his appearance last night, sure you were drunk but the way you kissed his thighs and cock made it very clear you liked what you saw.

In a burst of confidence Jungkook stands up, yanking the sheets off himself with a force that startles you for a moment as you’re untwisting the medicine bottle. You see him stand up from the bed and your eyes immediately dart to his dick because you’re only human. The taut muscles and vline that lead to it are still as beautiful as you remember and even though he’s soft it’s admittedly still one of the nicest dicks you’ve seen.

His thighs bulge out as he steps towards you, his movements coming off as casual which differs greatly from the small scream he currently hears in his head. Once he tosses the wipe away he spares a glance at you and sees you’re caught in the same trance he was in earlier.

A statement he made last night stuck with you, Jeon Jungkook has never had a blow job before. And unless drunk you conjured up fake memories, he said he wanted one next time. Was today next time, not technically, but it could be.

You have the two pills in your hand but you say nothing because holy fuck if you didn’t want to suck his dick and worship his thighs before you sure as hell do now.

You don’t even realize when Jungkook plucks the pills out of your grasp and swallows them and he’s starting to get a little self conscious at your attention until you speak up. “Hey Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” He responds, taking a small step back so he can try to reach his briefs and cover himself up because he was once again the only one naked now.

You take a step towards him, setting the bottle back down as you look up to meet his gaze. “Can I do something?”

Your hands are fidgeting in front of you as you take yet another step towards him because you really want to reach out and touch him. “Anything.” He confesses, standing his ground and seeing the smile spread across your face.

Anything. Did he mean that?

“I really wanna suck your dick,” his mouth dries up at that, not expecting that to be what you say at all, “will you let me?” His head is nodding before he can even properly register the question.

Hell if you wanted to suck his dick he wasn’t going to say no. He’s pretty sure you could do literally whatever you wanted to him and he wouldn’t protest. Although he knows he should probably save himself from further confusion and ask you about last night before the two of you go at it again, hearing you confess to wanting to pleasure him invades his thoughts.

So when you wrap your arms around his neck and bring him in for a kiss he doesn’t hesitate to kiss back, your lips taste like the minty chapstick you just swiped on and even though his lips are a little cracked you still smile against them. Gently you start to lead him backwards towards your bed, your tongue slowly licking its way into his mouth and when he lets out a small groan at the feeling of it you can only kiss him harder.

Jungkooks hands have slipped underneath your hoodie, his fingers cautiously tracing up and down your waist, the feeling making you sigh into his mouth as goosebumps rise up on your flesh. When his hands get bolder and dance their way up your torso, his thumbs finding your nipples and giving them soft flicks you moan out, your teeth coming down to tug his bottom lip.

You feel his dick harden at that, the length of it pressing against your thigh, every groan and whimper you get out of him the harder he gets until he’s fully erect. You both pull back, Jungkooks half lidded eyes looking at you and seeing the desire in your own as you look down and see his throbbing cock.

It bobs up slightly as he catches his breath, the tip of it leaking precum, looking exactly like the meal you want to devour. Your hands fall from their place around his neck, coming down to touch his chest as you look back up at him, “Do you want to stand?” Deep down you hoped he did, it’d make it easier from him to thrust into your mouth standing up but you weren’t trying to push it.

Jungkook stands there for a moment, his mind playing out what would be best until he decides that standing would be and when he sees the way your eyes light up he knows he picked right.

You give him another smile that helps make him feel at ease, your lips coming back to kiss him and he falls into it easily. He follows the rhythm, feeling one hand trail from his chest down to his hips until its wrapping around his length, your fingers starting a gentle tug that matches your kisses.

He sighs into your mouth, his body relaxing into your touch as your hand slides up to his tip, your fingers gathering up as much of his precum as you could to help the glide. When your hands repeat the motion a third time, your thumb slightly dipping into his slit he bows forward, his mouth detaching from yours to gasp lightly.

“Tell me what feels good okay?” You mumble out, your lips pecking his jaw and neck. His jaw is still slack as you continue to jerk his cock while you make your way down his body, landing snuggly on your knees in front of him.

Your left hand stays wrapped around his base as you lean forward and give his tip a soft kiss, licking the small traces of precum on your lips and he groans at the visual. Jungkook isn’t sure he’s gonna last long at all from this but he can’t find it in himself to care. You were kneeling in front of him looking like the poster child of innocence with an oversized hoodie and messy hair, a smile on your face as you gave his cock an experimental lick, if he was gonna cum in a minute he wanted to remember this visual forever.

You continue to softly lick and kiss his length, easing him into the feeling and slightly enjoying the teasing but you’d never tell him that. When you finally pop the tip of him in your mouth he curses above you, your lips wrapping around him and suckling on his engorged tip, licking up the beads of precum that leak out of him at the action.

“You’re not telling me what feels good Kookie.” You scold him, pulling him out of your mouth to look up at him.

His hand is raking through his hair as he looks down at you, your tongue tracing the vein on the underside of his cock, from base to tip until your slipping him back in your mouth. Swallowing him deeper than before, hallowing out your cheeks as you pull back.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes out, his hand coming down to softly pull back the hair thats falling around your face, “t–that feels good Y/N.”

You hum at the praise, happy to hear him being vocal. His fingers are gently rubbing your scalp, raking back the fallen strands as you suck his dick and its cute.

Jungkooks hands freeze in your hair when he feels the tip of his dick nudge your throat, the muscles spasming slightly at the intrusion and he groans, the fingers that were gently massaging you now clutch your strands tightly when you swallow around him.

He can’t believe he’s never experienced this before, the slippery warmth wrapping around him, the slurping sounds you emit every time you pull back, the gentle kitten licks you ghost around his length, its all too much for him to focus on. His eyes are screwed shut as he tries to reel it all in, wanting to savor this moment before it was gone.

You pull back with a pop, grinning at the sight of his dick shining with your saliva, your hands wrapping around him, twisting your way to the top before gliding back down smoothly. Jungkook cracks his eyes open at the change in feeling, attempting to give you a shy smile when he sees you looking up at him, your lips coated in a sheen of your spit, but when you start to trail kisses down his base until your lips latch on to his balls and gently suck he feels himself tense up as a moan leaves him.

“Holy shit.” He whispers, his teeth coming down to bite his bottom lip, keeping eye contact with you while the sound of your hands jerking him fill the room.

“You like that?” You ask, attaching your lips back to give them another suck, your tongue swirling around them. A small smirk is on your face when you pull back again, seeing him nodding his head at your question.

“Yeah,” he takes a shaky inhale of breath, “want your lips around my cock more though.”

That takes you off guard, not expecting him to say that of all things, but if he wants to feel you choking on his dick then thats what he’ll get. His lips quirk up into a smile when he sees you laugh, resting back onto your thighs with your hands still around his cock, your eyes crinkling as you shake your head.

“Whatever you want Kookie.” Your left hand goes to clasp his thigh as you bring him back into your mouth, the weight of his cock resting on your tongue as you sink back down. Jungkooks head drops back at the sensation, his stomach tightening when you resume bobbing on his length.

He can feel the small sense of desperation creeping up on him, his mind starting to get hazy as the pleasure blurred together and thats when he gives his first thrust into your mouth. It was accidental, the intrusion catching you by surprise and making you choke around his length. He whips his head back down to make sure you’re okay but when hum around him, your hands on his thigh rubbing soft circles he gives another experimental thrust.

Jungkook groans when he sees your body relax, your jaw easing up as you drop the hand that was around the base of his cock, eager to let him fuck your mouth. He starts slow, shallowly pulling out inch by inch and gliding back in smoothly, his hand going back to wrap around your hair to help him control his thrusts.

“Is this okay?” His voice is strained as he tries to keep himself from abusing your mouth. You refuse to pull back to give him an answer, instead the hand on his thigh trails up to his hip, urging him to go as fast as he wanted, a muffled out hum of approval vibrating around his dick and its good enough for him.

The grip in your hair tightens up as he lets himself lose control, his hips rearing back before thrusting forward. He was enjoying the wet sounds of you gagging on his length, the look on your face as you tried your best to take it spurred him on. Your eyebrows furrowed together as your eyes watered up, he would think you weren’t enjoying yourself too if it weren’t for the moans you’d let out in unison with his.

“Fuck nngh,” he grunts out when he notices your legs are spread apart with your hand in between them as you rub yourself over your shorts, “you’re gonna–shit–ruin me.”

He’s getting more vocal now, not being able to hold back his whines and moans as he nears his release. Desperation suits him, his face looking utterly fucked out thanks to you. You feel his thighs tense up under your grasp, his thrusts becoming sloppier until he’s cumming with the breathiest moan you’ve ever heard. The hand on your head pushes you forward until your nose is pressed against his abs, his head thrown back in pleasure.

You feel his hot cum fill your mouth as he thrusts a few more times and you try your best to swallow it all while he’s still in your mouth. He sighs deeply when he pulls out, a string of cum and saliva spreading between his cock and your mouth and he knows he’ll never get over that sight. More so when he realized you’re still trying to get yourself off in front of him, your face screwing up in pleasure when you feel yourself nearing the edge.

You lean forward, letting your head rest on his hip as you rock into your hand, small moans leaving your mouth and Jungkook swears he could cum again from seeing you like this. Your breath fans out and he shivers when he feels it hit his skin, your left hand clutching onto his thigh so hard he feels your nails dig into his skin but he can only stare at you with his jaw slacked. Hearing your moan raise in pitch until you’re cumming too, your hips stuttering and your lips dragging down his hips as you come down.

Jungkook rubs your head soothingly as you slump onto the ground, still leaning against his body while your limbs feel warm and tingly.

“I bet this is the best start to any day you’ve ever had.” Your head lifts off of him and you’re staring at him with the biggest smile as if you hadn’t just choked on his dick and successfully ruined him for anyone else.

He laughs, continuing to rake his fingers through your hair but his stomach twists when reality sinks in for him. You weren’t his girlfriend, or his fuck buddy, this wasn’t going to become a thing you two would do. He knew from the very start that you didn’t want a relationship, you were helping him learn the ropes for casual sex for crying out loud. But Jungkook can’t control his feelings, as much as he tried to stop himself from having a crush on you he’s scared it was too late.

That stupid seed had been planted, the roots burrowed too deep into his chest for him to ignore it, and seeing you smiley and giddy in front of him just makes him want to water and nurture it instead of ripping it out.

“I think my hangovers gone.” He mumbles out, his hands accepting the clothes you hand him.

You laugh loudly at that, going back to your own drawers to once again change since your underwear and shorts were ruined. “Really? Is that the cure then?”

He shimmies into his briefs, staring at the costume he wore last night and dreading putting it back on. Something about wearing a halloween costume in the daytime on the first day of November felt wrong.

“Definitely.” He said wholeheartedly, a wide grin spreading on his face as he turned to see you rubbing your face from any traces of cum that leaked out of your mouth.

“You think its just an orgasm that cures it or does it have to be a blowjob?”

He pauses as he gets his pants up his legs, thinking the question over, “No, has to be a blowjob.”

That just makes you laugh harder, turning back to face him and seeing him in the process of zipping up his tracksuit top, looking like a very disheveled version of last night. His hands pat the pockets of his pants, fishing out his phone and seeing the influx of texts his friends had sent him.

He was actually supposed to hang out with them last night, he was only meant to go to Taemin’s party for a few hours before meeting up with his friends at another party but obviously that never happened.

He opens up the group chat they have and see that last text came from Mingyu at 2:37am, simply saying I swear to god Jungkook you better be dead in a ditch or arrested.

He cringes as he scrolls up through the thread of messages, all of his friends calling him out for being a flake and even a group photo of them all flipping him off.

His eyes glance at the top of the screen to see its currently 10:44am, not too late in the morning so hopefully he could save his ass from being chewed out by then if he explains himself now. You watch him stare at his phone in concentration, his eyes flying across his screen as he typed out a response.

Jungkook 10:44am : I have a good explanation.

It was only a few seconds before his phone vibrated from the onslaught of messages.

Eunwoo 10:45am : oh look whos NOT dead

Mingyu 10:45am : the fucking audacity

Bambam 10:45am : well lets hear it then

Mingyu 10:45am : wait lemme guess

Mingyu 10:45am : you got drunk and rubbed one out in the shower thinking of Y/N again?

Eunwoo 10:45am : oh shit LOL

He just blinks at his phone before locking it entirely, the fucking nerve of Mingyu bringing up something he told him in confidence. He wasn’t gonna open that can of worms and have a conversation about you while you stood a few feet in front of him.

“Everything okay?”

His eyes shift up to look at you, stuffing his phone back into his pocket and nodding at you. “Yeah, friends just thought I died or something.”

“Oh,” you laugh for a second before your eyes widen again, “oh!” You search your room for your phone, spotting it on the floor besides your leotard from last night. When you unlock it you’re met with the same visual Jungkook had, influx of messages from your friends this morning worried about your safety, asking you if you had seen Jungkook with the final text coming from Park Jimin calling you a dirty whore with a stupid emoji tacked to the end of it.

“Same here.”

And thats when a weird silence settles between you two, both of you stood in front of the other and Jungkook doesn’t know what the fuck to say. His mind wants to ask you about last night and this morning but he doesn’t want to say something he shouldn’t, assume anything he shouldn’t.

His phone vibrates once again and he reluctantly pulls it out, his lips pressing together when he sees its Taehyung texting him. A simple question asking him where he’s at, Jungkook doesn’t know why that fills him with guilt again, he knows you’re free to do what you want and so is he but he still feels bad.

So when you ask him if he wants to join you for breakfast, a hopeful gleam in your eyes because you’re wanting to continue spending time with him and know he probably wants to talk about last night, he does the dumbest thing he could do. He turns you down, his throat tightening up as he does so, his eyes not missing the look of hurt that flashes across your face so briefly.

“Sorry, my friends want to get together to eat right now too.” He lies through his teeth, scrambling for an excuse because he doesn’t want you to think he’s turning you down because of you.

“Oh, okay that’s fine.” Your smile has dimmed down, no longer reaching your eyes as you step back slightly. You start to tidy up your room, stepping around him to fix your bed up and gather your clothes off the floor and Jungkook feels like a dick, especially when he can see you’re trying your best not to look him in the face as you cleaned up.

He’s about to speak up again to try to make things okay but you beat him to it, “I’ll see you around then?” You’re stood near the door now, your arms crossed over your chest with your lips pressed together. An open invitation for him to get out.

Jungkook nods softly, his eyes trying to tell you everything he’s too much of a pussy to say but unfortunately he’s not telepathic so he just gives you a small sound of confirmation, attempting to give you a hug before he steps out but you barely return it.

He doesn’t miss the slam of the door behind him and he can’t stop but think that this is the second time he’s had a door slammed on him in the span of a few weeks. Way to go Jungkook.

You force yourself not to feel a certain way once he’s gone, your mind trying to be rational of the situation. Jungkook was shy, inexperienced and has never been in a situation like this. Had you been a one night stand from a club then you two parting ways the morning after like this would be the norm, expected, not something you’d dwell on.

But Jungkook was your friend, someone you’ve gotten closer to these past few weeks so you were hoping he wouldn’t give you a half assed excuse to not getting breakfast together. It kinda made you feel a little used.

If you hadn’t let Yoongi and Jimin’s words get to you maybe you wouldn’t have been expecting Jungkook to admit to anything regarding feelings, hell a simple this was nice, thanks, would have sufficed. Thats why you invited him out, not wanting to talk to him about this in the middle of your bedroom after giving him another orgasm, but that was fine.

You reach for your phone again, ignoring everyones messages until you reach Jimin’s, responding to his text with an invitation for breakfast.

He was never one to turn down food so thats how you found yourself snuggled into a booth in a restaurant by his apartment, a big plate full of eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes in front of you.

“So how long are you expecting me to pretend like I don’t know you fucked Jungkook last night.” Jimin asks, his fork stabbing into some of his own eggs casually, popping them into his mouth with a smirk when his eyes meet yours across the table.

You blank, mid chew as you stare at him, “What do you mean?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, squeezing an unhealthy amount of ketchup onto his hash browns, “C’mon, you two totally left together last night and now you’re acting hella weird so I’m assuming something happened.”

He watches you push your eggs around the plate, your tongue prodding your cheek out in thought. Him and Taehyung had been the only ones aware that you and Jungkook had disappeared, the rest of your group being way too inebriated to even notice until this morning. Taehyung had mentioned Jungkook having other plans after the party but Jimin wasn’t stupid, he knew you two had snuck out together and with the nervous way you’re currently behaving he knows the morning after didn’t go as expected.

“Who knows?”

An odd look is thrown your way, “The fuck? Why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t!” You retort, clearing your throat slightly when you realize your volume. Jimin grins at your outburst, his eyes squinting when he sees you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, “It doesn’t matter, it’s just I don’t want to hear it from anyone.”

He hums softly, resting his chin on his hand as his elbow sits on the table, “Anyone as in Taehyung?”

You drop your fork onto the plate, you’re not going to be able to eat your food until this conversation passes. “Not just Taehyung, Yoongi too.”

Jimin takes a sip of his coffee, clearly enjoying you being in the hot seat as he teases you. “Trouble in paradise?”

Taehyung had been very vocal while hammered last night, rambling on and on about how he was going to miss you, thanks to the way you had treated him as well as the subtle way Yoongi and even Hoseok had hinted at him that this wouldn’t last forever.

If Jimin didn’t know you he would assume Taehyung was mourning the loss of a friend who died or moved far away but no, this was Taehyung, he was mourning the loss of potentially no longer being able to fuck you.

Jimin had just pat his back and tipped his cup up higher to continue to drink to get him to stop moping around. Jimin had been expecting this to happen, when you two first started sleeping together it had been random, when you were stressed or both of you hammered but then it morphed into something more constant. And as much as sober Taehyung swore up and down that he didn’t feel a certain way, desperately trying to convince himself and everyone else, once he was a few shots in his tune changed drastically. Jimin had witnessed Taehyung relying on you and only you for pleasure and that would have been fine until Jungkook came along.

He knew the second you met the freshman he had you charmed, it may have been deep under the surface but he could see it creeping up slowly more and more every time you two hung out. It wasn’t until the bonfire that Jimin knew his assumptions were correct, seeing you two snuggled up watching movies and teasing each other until Jungkook’s whole face was red. But Jimin also knew you and just because you were charmed didn’t mean anything which is why he’s having a hard time trying to find a proper way to respond.

“Theres no paradise Jimin.” You scoff, slumping against the booth and sliding down an inch. “Taehyung and I sleep together because its convenient–“

He didn’t believe you in the slightest but he’d entertain it. “So then are you moving on to sleeping with Jungkook because it’s more convenient?”

“No, I’m not because he couldn’t get out of my room fast enough after I gave him a blowjob this morning.” You snap back, letting yourself crack a smile even though you were lowkey hurt when Jimin chokes on his coffee. The dark liquid drips out of his mouth, his ring clad fingers wiping it away before it drips down his neck.

“Woah what?”

You let out a pathetic cry, pushing your food away from you and letting your head land with a thud against the table, your mind replaying the events of this morning and you whimper again.

“Was the blowjob that bad?” He whispers across the table, leaning over and shielding his mouth with his hand. He jolts back when you whip your head up so fast your hair smacks him in the face.

“Excuse you, I’ll have you know my general ratings for blowjobs are a 9.5.”

Jimin tilts his head at that, watching you go back to stabbing at your pancakes. “9.5, why not a 10?”

“My gag reflex acts up sometimes.” You shrug before waving your arms around, “That’s besides the point. Yes me and Jungkook hooked up and it was nice and I thought when I woke up this morning everything would be fine and dandy and well normal.”

You pause to drink water, the pancakes getting stuck in your throat due to you not properly chewing them in order to explain yourself. “But clearly that didn’t happen and next thing I know he’s fucking my face and instead of him doing what I thought he was gonna do and ask me what it all meant he left my room without even saying anything.”

At that Jimin slumps back, a whistle leaving his pursed lips as his hands cup his coffee mug. “I mean, maybe he just didn’t know how to approach it? Like honestly what would you have said if he confessed he loved you or something or if he said this was all a mistake, even him suggesting you two keep it casual. Would you have a response for any of that?”

Honestly no, you wouldn’t. Because sleeping with Jungkook was never in your head until recently. Sure you had a teeny tiny crush on him but you acquired crushes on people easily, lingering for a few days max before it fizzled away.

You always assumed it would go away once he found someone to be with. You blame the alcohol, one hundred percent. If you hadn’t drank that much you would’ve been able to continue your life blissfully unaware to how beautiful Jungkooks cock felt inside you. But no, now you were simping.

When you shake your head in response Jimin raises his hand to gesture at you, “See, you need time to digest this and so does he. Relax okay?”

You mumble out an okay, going back to eating your food while Jimin swerves the conversation into something more light hearted. But even while he talks about his new found romance with Chaeyoung, the mayhem that happened after you left the party last night, and him still needing you to be his plus one to his parents event this month because he couldn’t put Chaeyoung through that, your mind was only half tuned in.

The rest of the day doesn’t go any better for Jungkook, he had managed to get into his room and change without running into Taehyung. His friends had successfully roasted his ass over a meal and left Jungkook feeling even more confused than he was before.

When he let them know that you and him had actually slept together and you had given him head that morning he was met with praise from all of them. It wasn’t until he started to speak about feelings and how to go about telling you that he had them that the opinions split. Eunwoo telling him to be honest with you and encouraging him while Mingyu had shouted at Eunwoo, asking him if he smoked crack for suggesting that, Bambam just wincing at Jungkooks confession.

Then came the stories, how they all knew someone who knew someone who knew you or Taehyung, knew of you two and the small reputation your group had. All very familiar stories that Jungkook had heard very early on and when he voiced out that he knew this because he was actually friends with you and your group, it didn’t earn a change of tone from his friends, in fact that only spurred them on.

Bambam mentioning how his roommate Yugyeom partied with Taehyung often and witnessed first hand how shameless you and Taehyung were. And its not until Eunwoo, the only one who had been somewhat encouraging, started telling a story of how he had walked in on you and Taehyung in the bathroom of a party the first week of class that Jungkook rose his hand up to shut them all up.

They were right, he was dumb to think that you sleeping with him and sucking him off meant anything more to you than sexual gratification. You were both drunk and horny and Jungkook had slipped up and confessed his want for you, thats what spurred this on. Had he not said anything you probably would’ve snuck off into a room with Taehyung like you always seemed to do.

“I’d just let it go Kook.” Mingyu spoke up, watching his friends face crumble a bit. Jungkook could only nod, accepting it.

It’s not until the following Tuesday that you see Jungkook. He’s sat in his usual seat in class, near the front with his current essay on his desk as he skimmed it. You’re sat in the back with a small scowl on your face, your fingernails scraping the already chipped table as you stare at the back of his head.

The half blonde half red hair was gone, his usual dark brown color was back and as much as you wanted to compliment him on it you felt like you couldn’t. Jungkook had successfully blown you off, leaving texts unanswered or responding so dryly with no room to continue the conversation and you couldn’t help but feel like you did something wrong.

How things changed so quickly between Halloween and now. All of this just because you two had slept together. You wished he could just talk to you, tell you anything. Fuck even if his reason for ignoring you was that the sex was so bad you’d rather have him tell you that so you two could get over it. But no, Jungkook took it upon himself to act like the friendship you two had blossomed was nothing now.

“You good girl?” Jackson speaks up beside you, his eyes watching you glare down at the younger student.

You sigh deeply turning to face the literary arts major with a fake smile plastered on your face and he just laughs at your failed attempt of looking normal. “Peachy.”

“Could’ve fooled me, looks like you got it out for that freshman. Need me to set him straight?”

He watches you shake your head, your face softening up, your eyes glancing back down to Jungkook once more before looking at Jackson again, “No, just haven’t had a good day so I’m stuck in my head.” You shrug, capping the pen on your desk, “You just caught me daydreaming while staring at him.”

Jackson can only hum, not believing you but honestly not caring enough to push it. Instead he pulls out the recent essay your class had been assigned, handing it over to you and asking you to proof it. So while you two swap papers, giggling in the back of the class as Jackson jokingly critiques your work, Jungkook just sits with his jaw clenched as he tries to block out the sounds of your laughter. He knows its his fault you two haven’t spoken but he can’t get himself to do anything about it.

The minute class is dismissed Jungkook shoves his coursework into his bag and is out of there before you can even get up from your seat. Watching him bolt out of class instead of waiting for you like he usually does is what does it for you, your heart freezing up as you accept that things aren’t gonna be the same.

The first time you feel like you can breathe all week is Friday night, you and your friends doing what you did best. Hoseok had gotten word from a classmate of a party happening and it didn’t take much convincing until all of you were stood inside a random house while throwing back drinks.

Jimin watches as you fill up your shot glass before you fully swallow the one you just took. His hand comes to press on the edge of the cup, stopping you from putting it against your lip, “Slow down.”

Even though he speaks softly you glare at him, navigating your shot glass from under his fingers and turning your head to throw it back. “Don’t tell me what to do.” You grimace, the back of your hand wiping your mouth as you place the glass down behind you.

Jimin raises his hands up in surrender, not being a fan of being on your bad side, but his eyes stay trained on you to make sure you’re fine.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Namjoon asks as he pours sprite into his cup, his eyes looking up to meet Taehyung’s whos stood at the end of the island, his own drink held in his hand.

Tae takes a small sip, his eyes quickly flicking over to you while his gaze is covered by the cup, “Couldn’t make it, plans with his friends.”

Namjoon winces, his hand clutching his chest as he laughs, “Ouch, I thought we were his friends.”

Yoongi hears the snort you let out at his words, your eyes rolling as you push off the counter you were resting on, grabbing a cup for yourself and pouring vodka into half of it following it up with lemonade. You just raise the cup up into the air to announce your departure before you’re walking out of the kitchen and into the stuffy living room to try to dance.

It’s after a few drinks that you feel the warm buzz settle into your blood, the bass of the current music pumping so loud you could feel it in your chest. The living room is crammed and you’re sweaty but you feel when someone slides behind you.

Their hands skim up your exposed thighs, past the hem of your skirt until their large hands are gently grasping your waist, swaying your body in time with theirs. When you let your back rest against their chest you know its Taehyung, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your nostrils.

“You okay Y/N?” He murmurs into your ear, letting you wrap your arms around his neck from behind, feeling you move your hips against his with more purpose now.

“Of course I am.” Your eyes are shut, your head falling back slightly against him, a small smile on your face now that you had alcohol in your system.

Taehyung doesn’t believe you, he’s seen the way you’ve been acting all week, how you couldn’t seem to throw back drinks fast enough tonight, determined to get drunk as quickly as possible. The way you were acting was very much the way you always act when you’re stressed, slightly self destructive under the guise of having fun.

He bites his lip in thought, not sure if he should call you out on the lie or just help you forget like he always does, but when he feels your hand fall from around his neck, your fingers trailing up his thigh behind you he can see you’ve made your own mind up.

His eyes shut when your hands come up to palm him over his jeans, your body whirling around in his grasp, your lips slotting between his so fast he’s surprised he reacts quick enough. Kissing you back with the same urgency you have, a groan being passed from his mouth to yours when you tangle your hands in his hair and tug. Taehyung can feel his cock harden in his jeans, the smirk your press against his lips lets him know you feel it too.

Taehyungs hand grips yours, not thinking twice as he tugs you behind him, the both of you sliding out between the packed bodies as he leads you down the hallway. He groans in frustration when every door he tries is locked, the two of you about to give up until the last door opens up with a click.

He turns to look at you, his blonde hair pushed back and his eyebrows wiggling at you jokingly and only when you laugh does he smile back, tugging you into the dimly lit room and locking the door behind you.

Its the houses master bedroom and you’re surprised out of all the rooms this one isn’t locked. Theres a giant bed in the middle, the lamps on the nightstands beside it being the only source of light.

Taehyung snaps you out of your observation, his hands gripping your shoulders and shoving your back against the door with a small laugh, seeing the tipsy smile on your face as you felt the bass reverberating against the door.

He dips his head down to attach your lips again, relishing in the feeling of your mouth opening up to let his tongue slide in, the small moan you let out and the way your hands reach forward to tug him closer by his belt loops only makes him kiss your harder.

He slips his thigh in between your legs, angling it up to press against your center and feeling more blood rush to his cock when you start to grind down on it with desperation. Your head falls back, hitting the door with a thud but you don’t register the pain, not with the pleasure you feel, especially when Taehyung starts to kiss your neck, softly biting the tender skin and sucking at it until its bruised.

You’re rutting on him faster and if you were more sober you’d be embarrassed at how desperate you were acting but Taehyung loved it, he loved watching you like this, how you couldn’t seem to get enough.

Its when you start whimpering that he pulls away, seeing your face screwed up with a pout on your lips. The friction of his jeans on your clothed pussy felt nice but it wasn’t enough, not when you had Taehyung right in front of you, someone you knew was more than capable of giving you the release you’re searching for.

“Does baby wanna cum?” He coos, his hand gently brushing the hair off your face.

You just nod your head, grabbing his other hand and trailing it down your body until you reach the hem of your skirt, another inch up and his fingers meet the wet fabric of your underwear and he groans deep in his throat at the feeling of how wet you are.

“Please.” You whisper out, brushing your lips against his as you talk. He doesn’t get a chance to respond when he feels your fingers start to work on the buttons on his jeans, your nimble fingers yanking open the gold buttons and pulling his zipper down before your tugging them down enough so you’re able to pull him out of his underwear.

Your small hand wraps around him, giving him a teasing tug and smirking when you see his eyebrows raise up to try to pretend he’s unfazed, but you know him too well.

“Whatever you want baby.” His hands wrap under the hem of your skirt, yanking it up until the fabric bunches around your hips, showing him the cute pink underwear that he can’t wait to ruin further. His finger hooks into the material, tugging the crotch of your underwear to the side and letting you lead his cock to your dripping entrance.

Just as he raises your leg to wrap around his waist you stop him with a gasp as you suddenly remember something.

“Condom.” You breathe out and he falters, not sure if his drunk mind heard you correctly. His hand drops your leg and he steps back from you slowly, letting you slump against the door.

“Huh?” He pouts at you, “Wait why?”

You huff the hair out of your face as you stare at him, the tunnel vision you had slowly fading away as the initial lust started to simmer down now that he was at arms length.

He watches you catch your breath, your swollen lips trying to form a sentence, his eyes look past you to focus on the light switch by your head and you see when the realization hits him. His jaw ticks out when his eyes meet yours again and you don’t know why but it fills you with nerves. “You–“ he pauses and smiles, “you fucked someone else?”

You straighten up against the door, the action making your skirt slide down your legs again. He takes a small step towards you, his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him, the half smirk remaining on his face but his eyes look cold. His fingers dig into your skin, his head tilting slightly, “I asked you a question baby girl.”

Taehyung watches as you gulp nervously, your lips pursing together, “Yes.”

That answer doesn’t satisfy him, his eyes narrowing down at you, “Yes, what?”

He doesn’t miss when you roll your eyes, yanking your head out of his grasp, “Yes, I fucked someone.”

The laugh that leaves him fills the empty room up, the muffled bass of the music becoming background noise when the room once again falls quiet. His heads thrown back, his neck fully exposed as he smiles at the ceiling before looking back at you, the small smile still on his face.

“When?” His face inches closer to yours, his hand coming back up, this time to gently rest on the side of your neck, the back of his fingers gently rubbing your skin as he nudges his nose into yours with his eyes half lidded.

Your breath stutters at the question, not wanting to be reminded of that night again, and he feels it fan against his face, “A few days ago.” The reply is so quiet he barely hears it, a small squeak that just reaches his ears but he’s humming in confirmation, his four fingers cupping your neck as his thumb traces the underside of your jaw.

“And you let them fuck you without a condom?”

When you just nod he laughs again, letting his forehead rests against yours for a second, “Wow,” he pulls his face back again to really look at you, his right hand coming back between your legs, his hand gently slapping your pussy and you jump at the unexpected feeling, “you dirty girl.”

You whimper when he pulls his hand away, his left hand coming to fully grip your throat, his thumb pressing down gently on your neck, “Do you deserve to get fucked now?” He asks lowly, smiling when your face twists up at the implication of not getting your release tonight, your thighs coming together to try to relieve the pressure you feel.

When you don’t answer he tightens his hold on your neck, feeling the moan in your throat against his hand, “Huh?” He questions again, “Why should I reward you?”

You gasp when he releases his grip for a moment only to squeeze harder a second later, your hand coming up to rest against his fingers. You can feel your arousal drip onto your underwear, the material feeling sticky against your skin and you whimper again, “I’m sorry.” You finally respond, shutting your eyes tightly to try to ground yourself, “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

You plead and you almost cry when he releases your neck letting you rest fully against the door as he steps away from you. His eyes stare you down as you struggle to regain your composure, “You better hope theres a condom in here baby.”

He turns his back to you as he walks to the nightstands by the bed and you take it upon yourself to slip out of your shoes, mind set on getting comfy because you were determined to get dick tonight even if you had to beg. You take a moment to breathe, your mind whirling from the alcohol in your system. This is what you needed, sleeping with Taehyung never left you feeling the way that morning did.

Taehyung rummages around the first drawer, tsking loudly when he finds nothing before moving on to the other side and opening the drawer. When he pulls up a string of condoms into the air you nearly sob and he just smiles as he tears one off and shuts the drawer again.

His hands motion for you to come over and your legs cant move fast enough, stumbling over air until you get to him as hes sliding the condom over his length, his face cringing at the feeling of latex and lube and he knows you’re gonna complain about it too but this is your fault.

His hands grip your shoulders as he turns you to face the bed, pushing your back down to bend you over the edge of it, your hands hiking up the back of your skirt again and he snickers, his right hand rearing back and landing on your ass cheek with a smack. The blood rushes to your skin and the sting that accompanies it just makes you wiggle your hips back at him.

“Such a desperate little slut.” His hands soothe your skin, pulling away to deliver another harder smack to the same spot, chuckling when he hears you moan into the sheets.

“Please Taehyung.” You whimper, your arms lifting your body up slightly to look back at him and he just raises his eyebrows at your pleading. Both his palms smoothing over the skin of your ass, his thumbs toying with the fabric of your underwear, sliding underneath it and moving it aside to slide his length between your folds.

You gasp when you feel the cold lube on the condom press against you, Taehyung sliding his feet between your legs to spread you out further before he’s sliding into your heat, the both of you groaning when he bottoms out.

“Fuck.” You moan, gasping when Taehyung grabs your hair and yanks you up until your arms are supporting your upper body, only giving you a moment to adjust as he starts to pound into you.

Taehyung grunts at the feeling of your walls fluttering against him, annoyance creeping up on him at not being able to fully feel you. He grabs your hips with both hands to hold you still since you can’t seem to stop trying to fuck yourself back onto him. “Stop.” He grunts out, right hand coming down onto your ass again with a sharp sting, “you’re gonna take what I give you.”

Your hands clutch the sheets underneath you, a small cry leaving your throat when his slows his pace, thrusting into you slowly with more force. “Please, f-faster.”

His laugh fills the room again, he reaches over and brushes your hair over your shoulder to see your face pressed against the mattress, “Look at you,” he slides out of you slowly, “cock hungry slut.” He feels you clench around his tip, trying to keep him from leaving you empty but it fails.

You don’t get a chance to protest, his hands moving your body around until you’re on your back and he’s sliding back into you. His hand finds its home around your throat and you moan when he squeezes it the way he knows you love. “Is this what you want?” He asks, quickening his pace. You can feel the material of his jeans rubbing against your ass but you don’t care, not when his dick curves just right inside of you.

You can only nod in his grip, your eyes rolling back when he lifts your leg up and over his shoulder, his body bending over yours and reaching deeper inside you.

“S-so good.” You mumble out, your hand sliding down your body until your fingers are meeting your clit, rubbing the swollen nub in time with his thrusts.

He can feel your body tense up as you near your high, your hand rubbing with vigor and just as you’re about to topple over Taehyung swats your fingers off your clit, stopping his thrusts all together and enjoying the pained expression on your face as your orgasm is ripped away from you.

“No.” You cry as you grab the palm around your neck, wiggling your hips around in frustration.

“You think I’m gonna let you cum?” He taunts, staring down at you with a smirk that only gets wider when he sees your eyes well up with tears and the bastard laughs. Blame it on your need to cum but his condescending tone has more wetness gushing out of you.

“Taehyung,” you gasp, trying to blink the tears away, “please, please let me cum. I need this.”

Its the tone in your voice that makes him believe you, his want of making you feel better overpowering his desire to torture you further. His jaw tenses up as he resumes his earlier pace, the slick noises of him thrusting into you filling the room along with your sighs of relief.

His eyes stay on you, watching as the tension breaks and a lone tear falls free down the side of your face, “Crying over my dick baby?”

Your mouth drops open at a particular thrust that hits your bundle of nerves deliciously, your head nodding and slurring out a response, “Fuck, yes. Love it.”

Taehyung releases your throat in favor of cupping your cheeks with his palm under your jaw, “Does other dick make you cry like this?”

Your body is being jostled with every thrust, his grip on your cheeks tightening to hold your face still, “No, j-just you, god, just you Taehyung.”

Your right hand goes to tug at his shirt, wanting him even closer and he obliges, leaning further into you, making the muscles in your leg scream in protest at the stretch but you take it.

“So then why are you letting other guys fuck you when you know I’m all you need.” His pelvic bone rubs against your clit with his new angle, the feeling making you moan as you feel the coil tighten in your stomach.

“Im sorry.” You sob, “I won’t do it again.” You promise, your breath stuttering and hes shushing you gently, pressing his lips against you quickly before hes ordering you to open your mouth for him.

His fingers remain on your cheeks as you do what he asks, sticking your tongue out and seeing his eyes light up at you looking so submissive underneath him. “You’re mine.” He grunts out in between thrusts before hes gathering spit behind his lips and letting it fall onto your tongue.

You moan at the sensation, bringing your tongue back in to swallow it, “Yours.” You mumble out before sticking it back out again. Your mind was hazy as you neared your release again, Taehyungs cock stretching you open so beautifully made you feel more drunk than your drinks did.

“Dirty girl.” He murmurs out before spitting in your mouth again, letting you swallow it, leaning back from you and bringing your other leg up on his shoulder. Your body folded in half when he bent over again, letting his arms cage you in as he started to fuck you harder.

Small grunts of pleasure were leaving him, seeing your face looking fucked out every time he thrust back in, your walls pulsing around him as you got closer to the end. Fuck Taehyung wished he didn’t have to wear this stupid condom.

“Close.” You whisper out, wrapping your arms over his shoulders as best as you could, taking his pounding with your head thrown back. And then that coil inside you was snapping, your pussy clamping down on him as you chanted his name. Your body shuddered underneath his, your nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, yes.” You mewled, your eyes screwed shut as you saw white. Taehyung continued to thrust into you, moaning softly at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him. His eyes moved down to where you two connected, your underwear was absolutely ruined, damp with the mixture of lube and your arousal. You were whimpering now as you came down and Taehyung slid out of you, his hands yanking off the condom as he slid onto the bed on his knees. Shuffling up towards you, his thighs on either side of your ribs while his hand jerked himself off on top of you. You weakly held yourself up with your elbows, your mouth dropping open once more as you waited.

“Shit.” Taehyung gasped, the head of his cock peaking out of his grasp every time he pumped himself. His brows furrowed as his jaw slacked, a deep groan leaving him when he met his release. His eyes bored into yours as thick ropes of his cum splashed onto your face, landing on your lips and tongue, splattering onto your cheek. He hummed in content when you swallowed his seed and brought your cleaned tongue out to show him.

He shuffles back off of you slightly, letting you rest back onto the bed fully as he hovers over your body. His thumb traces your cheek, his fingers swiping his sticky mess around your face, popping into your mouth and letting you suck them clean.

“Mine.” He mumbles out, when your eyes slip shut as he presses down on your tongue, pulling the finger out of your mouth and smashing his lips against you again, not caring as his nose touches the cum on your cheek.

You’re gasping into his mouth when his tongue swirls against yours, “Tae stop, I cant.” You whimper and thats when he realizes his hand had slipped between your thighs and started rubbing your sore clit again.

“Sorry.” He whispers, pecking your lips once more and sliding his fingers away from your center, wiping them clean on the black jeans he still had on.

His eyes roam the room before hes getting up and adjusting himself back into his pants, going into the ensuite bathroom and coming back out with a handful of wipes. “They don’t have towels in there.” He speaks softly when he comes out, his hand cupping your face and gently wiping away any trace of him on you, moving on to clean between your thighs.

You hum softly at the feeling, letting yourself lay limp onto the bed with a groan. Your head cranes up slightly when you feel him start to slide your underwear down your legs, his eyes looking up at you and seeing the confusion on your face, “I’m sorry, were you trying to wear these ruined panties back out?”

You lean back, your hand draping across your face as you pout, “No, but I don’t wanna flash anyone either.”

He chuckles, slipping the material past your ankles and crumbling them up before he’s stuffing them into his jean pockets before you can notice. “I mean it’s either you flash someone or everyones gonna get a whiff of what your cum smells like.”

Your face flushes at the statement, he’s right, you’ll take your chances. Taehyung just stares at your form, his fingers tracing the tops of your legs softly, smirking when he sees your muscles trembling slightly at the aftershocks of your orgasm.

His heart is currently pounding in his chest, not just from exertion but from a mixture of the anger and jealousy he felt when you had admitted to sleeping with someone new. As much as he tried to convince himself and a few of your friends that he didn’t like you like that he knew he was lying. Taehyung didn’t love you but somewhere in the middle of this he had realized his interest in you had gone deeper than your friendship and hookups and now he was scared.

The both of you were the ones who shouted the loudest when it came to being against relationships at this age, you and him used to be each others wingmen at bars and clubs before sleeping together had become more consistent. Taehyung had never recalled getting jealous when you spoke of different hookups, hell he used to take it as a challenge when you’d talk about how so and so had made you see stars when you came, he would eat you out with new found determination, enjoying as you laughed and shuddered after he forced orgasm after orgasm out of you.

No, it wasn’t until his new roommate had entered the picture and the way you had acted the night of the halloween party, shooing him away like he meant nothing while you pranced over to the younger boy and gave him your undivided attention, thats when he felt the first real pang of hurt in his chest.

And now he felt stupid, stupid because he knew this would happen but his inflated ego had hoped it would be you catching feelings, not him.

Fuck, Yoongi was gonna have a fucking field day.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” You mumbled out, sitting up slightly as you rested on your elbows.

Taehyung smiled softly, “You just look really pretty.”

You scoff, swatting his hands off your thighs with a smile, not being able to conceal the blush on your cheeks, “Yeah right, you only call me pretty when I’m covered in your cum.”

He laughs loudly at that, the classic Taehyung laugh that comes from his stomach, his mouth opening wide while his eyes crinkle up and its endearing.

He’s crawling over your body again, his thighs caging you in as his right hand cups your cheek and he presses a firm kiss on your lips, “Just accept the compliment.” You hum against him as he nudges your noses together before kissing you again, “C’mon, lets go.”

He’s leaning back and patting your knees, letting you grasp his arm as you stand up to slip your shoes back on. The both of you laugh as you walk out of the room, Taehyung clowning you as your legs give out a few times and when the party host sees you two leaving the master bedroom, asking you who you were, Taehyung crouches down and wraps his arms under your butt to lift you straight up as he runs down the hall.

You’re screaming with laughter, swatting Taehyungs shoulder to tell him to stop being dramatic since he wasn’t even following you but he just spins you around a few more times.

With your added height Yoongi spots you easily from his spot by the liquor, his eyes narrowing as he sees the dark purple hickey on your neck. He just shakes his head, old habits die hard and you two were well and truly fucked.

Once Taehyung finally lets you down you tug your skirt, making sure you’re fully covered since you were currently commando, “You wanna get outta here?” He asks you, staring down at you with a smile, “Kinda craving some street food.”

You nod at him, your hands coming down to pat at your stomach. Eating some food would do you good, you needed something in there to absorb the alcohol sloshing around. “Should I tell everyone else?” Your eyes scan the room, trying to spot your friends but not being able to see past the bodies surrounding you.

“Nah lets go just us two.” Taehyung suggest, he just wants to spend time with you alone, someplace you two could talk without having to shout at each other. You feel his hand clasp around yours, a smile on his face that only widens up when you nod, letting him once again lead the way as you exit the house.

The location of the party wasn’t too far from an area near campus that was notorious for their grilled chicken skewers so naturally thats where you two headed. Your hand hooked around his arm while you slowly walked there, Taehyung helping you stay balanced as you stepped over cracks and uneven sidewalks in your heels.

It had been a long while since you two properly hung out together, hanging out in his dorm room only to sleep together or hanging out with your entire friend group wasn’t the same. Taehyung missed the random chaotic energy you two had together, doing bar crawls as a duo, roaming the streets as you snapped endless photos of him and your surroundings, or just you two grabbing food alone.

You were thinking the same thing, your mind hadn’t realized the small space of distance that had creeped in between the two of you until right now. You had gotten busy with work and school and he had too, plus with the added attention you were giving Jungkook as he asked for help with Jisoo or random questions he would have, you two barely spent more than an hour together in his room more often than not.

So as he orders food for you two, handing you a skewer as he takes a bite out of his own with a smile, you can’t help but think how thankful you are for the weird relationship you two have.

You walk over to the nearby bench as he grabs your drinks before joining you, both of you huffing as you take a bite of the hot chicken, laughing at the dumb faces you make. “This is nice.” Taehyung speaks softly, his teeth sliding another chicken piece off the skewer.

The crisp sound of you opening up the soda can fills the air beside you as you hum, “Yeah, it is.”

Taehyung carefully chews his food as he thinks his next words over, his tongue licking his lips as he swallows. “If I say something and you’re not on board can you just pretend I never mentioned it?”

That grabs your attention, setting the can down by your feet as you nod at him. Your mind assuming he’s gonna ask you to try something new in bed but one look at his face shows that hes clearly nervous. “Sure, whats up.”

He nervously takes another chunk off of his chicken, using the food to stall as his eyes give your face a once over to see if theres any sign that he shouldn’t say what he wants to say but you’re sitting there patiently waiting for him to finish, opening up his own drink for him to take a sip that he’s surely gonna need. He takes the can with a smile, taking a gulp and looking at you again.

“Let me take you out.” Your lips purse out in confusion so he continues, “Like, on a date.”

Those words feel foreign on his tongue, not being able to recall the last time he ever used them. He wants this though, he needs to know if the inkling of a crush he feels inside means anything more than just friendship and lust. If the date is garbage and you both agree its weird then no harm done.

“You’re drunk.” You laugh, cupping his cheek with your left hand.

“You are too.” He counters, mimicking your action and cupping your own cheek.

“No I’m not.”

“Well neither am I.” And his quick retorts make you laugh again, dropping your hand from his face.

When he doesn’t remove his hand you sigh, leaning into his touch slightly, “Why Taehyung?” You remember Yoongi’s words from the art exhibit, claiming Taehyung had a crush on you and you had just laughed it off, but with this unfolding now you know Yoongi knew more than he let on.

“Can I be honest?” He asks, more confidence filling him since you hadn’t immediately told him no. He was expecting you to burst into laughter and call him ridiculous but the fact that you were entertaining the thought made him feel less stupid. “I’ve been battling these emotions for over a month now and I know this mutually beneficial thing we have going only works when theres no feelings going on, and I know we both hate relationships but if I’m laying it all out there I haven’t actually slept with anyone else in so long which says a lot.”

You can only giggle at his rambling, watching him take another deep breath to keep talking, “I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t have the best track record but I’m just asking for one date. One.”

Hes finished now, still wanting to continue to ramble to further explain himself but he needs to know what your thoughts are first. Your face gives nothing away as you stare at him.

“Do you actually want this or is this your jealousy speaking because you know I slept with someone?”

He rolls his lips together as he nods along, “No, I mean it. I know you slept with Jungkook–“ your eyes widen at that but he ignores it, he had figured it out on his own. Jungkook was a shit liar, the way he had stuttered when Tae asks about his Halloween night, how he would derail conversations that brought you up had spelled it out for him and with your confession tonight it just confirmed what he already thought, “and it’s none of my business, but hearing about it made me feel a way I’ve never felt before so I just want to know if there a chance.”

You both fall silent after that, your mind drawing a blank as you think. You had always been so fast to dismiss any thoughts regarding dating Taehyung. You had never thought of Taehyung as a boyfriend because you had never seen Taehyung be a boyfriend besides those two strange weeks, you only ever saw him as your friend who happened to know how to give you great orgasms. There was no denying that Taehyung was hot, the physical attraction was not an issue, and your personalities mixed well together, it was just the thought of Taehyung being able to be a boyfriend that left you unsure.

You weren’t even positive you wanted a boyfriend yet, with how life was at the moment you couldn’t find a spot to juggle a relationship in between it all but he’s only asking for a date. Who knows how that could play out, you shouldn’t overthink it all because for all you know the date could be a disaster.

“One date, and if its a shit show we forget it ever happened?”

His eyes shut, his lips pressing together as he sighs, opening his eyes again and nodding, “Yeah, exactly.”

Ignoring everything you’ve heard from everyone the past few weeks you nod, there was nothing to lose and you were sick of people having opinions and advice to give you regarding situations that had nothing to do with them. “Fine, wine and dine me Kim Taehyung.”

“No sixty-nineing though.” He gently prods your with the tip of his skewer, his classic smile back on his face, “Just a wholesome date, can’t let my dick be the reason you accept, it’d ruin the scientific study.”

Just like that you’re both laughing again, your hands shoving his shoulder, falling back into normal conversation as you finish your food, Taehyung getting up to grab another order for you two.

The actual time and place of the date had been a bit of a struggle to decide, you and Taehyung needing to plan around your schedules but he was determined to make it worth it. He had started doing things he normally didn’t do, messaging you in between a long break in classes and bringing you food to eat during it all while claiming it didn’t count as a date yet. He’d also begun waiting for you at the end of your latest class on Thursday nights, insisting on walking with you during the very long 3 minute trek back to your building.

His reasoning was trying to help normalize doing these things just in case the date went well and you kinda liked it. Taehyung had always been a caring friend, yes he was vulgar and shameless but that didn’t discredit that he always tried his best to show his friends how much they meant to him. Getting an extra dosing of that caring Taehyung isn’t something you’re against but you’re not letting your guard down yet, not until this date happens.

Luckily your schedules aligned and tonight would be the night you two give this date a shot and you’re a little nervous. The dynamic between you two was fun and carefree, a small part of you was scare you two were teetering too close to the edge and a wrong move would be the downfall of all of it. Yeah you had said if this date went sour you would pretend it never happened but would it be that easy?

How were you going to go back to fooling around after knowing he had been thinking of asking you out on a date for weeks now. You’d feel cruel sleeping with him if you had no feelings after this date while he did.

“Why are you pouting, do you hate the top I picked out?” Wendy asks, staring at your reflection as she stands behind you, her fingers tugging at the blouse she had suggested you wear.

You take a deep breath, shaking your head as you stare at the material of the white patterned top you had on, your fingers going to smooth the front which was tucked into your jeans, “No, just overthinking tonight.”

She hums in understanding, helping you adjust the back of the shirt so it wasn’t bunched up, “Don’t be, I’m sure Jungkook is just as nervous.”

Your hand freezes halfway down your pants, your face scrunching up because im sorry what?

“Jungkook?” The tone of your voice exhibits just how wrong her assumption had been, her wide eyes flicking back to yours, a tiny grimace on her face, “Is that not who you’re going out with?” She speaks timidly.

You yank your hand out of your pants with a huff, your fingers fidgeting with your hair, “No, why would you even think that?” You hadn’t told a soul about what you and Jungkook had done, the only people who knew were your friends and they had no need to go gossiping about your business to everyone because they couldn’t be bothered.

Wendy goes back your closet, sorting through your jackets to see what would pair nicely with your outfit, “I mean after Halloween I kind of just assumed something sparked between you two.”

“After Halloween?” You’re turning to properly face her now, okay she definitely knew. The only person who had seen you and Jungkook sneak into your room had been Jihyo and you highly doubted she would rat you out to your own roommate considering she’d also be getting in trouble.

“Girl, did you forget Yeri’s room is right next door?” Her thumb flicks over to your side of the room, pointing at the wall you most likely shared with her friend and your face reddens. “She told me she heard you giving him the gawkgawk5000.” That breaks your hard exterior, your hand reaching out to swat at her before you’re covering your face as you both break out in hysterical laughter, you calling her a child as you scream behind your palms, “I hate you!”

She just laughs harder, “Hey, no shame here. She didn’t know it was him until she saw him leave your room a few minutes later.” When you compose yourself again, standing straight up and wiping under your eyes to save your makeup from being ruined by stray tears, you see shes staring at you with a gentle look on her face, “Did something happen?”

You finally spill it all out to your room mate, telling her everything, how Jungkook had approached you one night after he partied with Tae and assumed you were being cheated on, asking you for help regarding girls and sex, that time in your room, to the drunk texts and wet dreams to finally sleeping with him and the cursed morning after and the way he left and hadn’t given you the time of day since.

Her pretty face was pulled in, a look of anger coming across as her brows pinched together on her forehead, “What a fucking dick. You know what though, I knew it.”

“What do you mean?”

Her arms cross under her chest, “He came across as too pure, asking you for relationship advice was his way into your pants. No guy that looks like him needs help for fucks sake. Maybe Jisoo was telling the truth.” She shrugs, confident in her words. You frown at her statement but you’re not in a hurry to jump to his defense like you had before because you were still very much upset at him, even now, over two weeks later he had yet to reach out and you were growing sick of it. Seeing him bolting out of class no longer stung like it had the first time.

“Yeah, maybe.” You shrug it off, “I’m going on a date with Tae though.”

The screech she lets out bursts your eardrums, your hands clasping over them as she holds the note out, “What!” She’s yanking your hands away from your poor ears, holding them clasped in between the two of you, “Kim Taehyung? The boy you religiously bang? Certified McDreamy?”

You roll your eyes at her praises, “Jesus-”

“Yes, the man looks like Jesus!”

“Wendy!” You snap with a chuckle, “Yes that Taehyung.”

You yank your hand out of her grasp to pull your phone out to check the time. He had told you to be ready by 6pm and it was currently a few minutes shy of that so you had to get going. “How did that happen?”

“It just did? He said he just wants one date, something about him wanting to see if this helps him figure out his feelings and I guess mine?” She sees you grab the leather jacket she had pulled out for you, her hands making grabby motions at you when she realizes you’re about to walk out.

“No, you can’t drop that bomb and fucking leave what’s wrong with you!” She marches to the door and stands in front of it as you slide into your converse, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you walk towards her with a grin.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want when I get back, if its a disaster I won’t have anything worthy of saying.” She just pouts but grumbles out a fine, stepping aside and letting you leave.

Just as you make it out of your building your phone starts vibrating with an incoming call from Taehyung, a picture of him high as fuck with a dopey smile adorning a plastic tiara that you had taken during summer break set as his contact photo.

“Hey, where should I meet you?” You ask, your legs already starting to move in the direction of the boys dorm but he stops you, telling you to meet him on the west side of campus, the area where guests were allowed to park.

He stays on the line as you walk that way, asking if you were excited even though he had told you zero details of what he had planned. Its when you reach the guest parking and spot him standing against the hood of a car that one hundred percent did not belong to him that you stop talking on the phone, hearing him laugh into the receiver at your expression.

He hangs up the call when you get closer, his arms gestured out to the car, a giant smile on his face, “Okay who’s car is that?”

Your eyes examine the car further as he pulls you in for a hug, complimenting your outfit, “Oh my god is this Jin’s car?” You speak against his chest, pushing him back to peak into the passenger side window, spotting the peach scented air freshener hung around the mirror to confirm your suspicion.

He chuckles again when you turn to face him with a knowing look, “Yeah, he let me borrow it for tonight. I promised him I’d wash it and fill up his tank.”

“You don’t have your license though.”

He presses his index finger against your lips gently, “Sh, lets not get into specifics.” He ignores your eye roll and opens the door for you, sliding into the drivers seat shortly after and starting up the car.

Your eyes take in his appearance, seeing his blond hair laying on his head in soft waves, a handful of silver chains around his neck that glimmer with the last remaining light the sun gives off. He has a loose black and burgundy striped shirt that has the first few buttons open, the material tucked into form fitting black trousers, a black leather jacket draped on him that matches the one you currently have on.

Your outfits were very similar in style and it makes you giggle slightly, his eyes drifting off the road to look over at your for a moment, smiling when he sees you giggling to yourself, “What?”

You lean further into the passengers seat, your hand raking through your hair, “It looks like we coordinated our outfits.”

He joins you in laughing, letting one hand drop off the steering wheel to reach out and pinch the fabric of your shirt, “You know, I’m pretty sure you stole this shirt from me.”

Now that he mentions it, you’re pretty sure you did, remembering how he had bought this shirt online and when it had arrived he was pissed when the material wouldn’t stretch over his broad shoulders. The way the short sleeves dug into his skin as he tried to force himself to fit into it had made you laugh when he turned to face you, looking like the hulk in tiny clothes.

“You gave it to me okay.” He hums, refusing to believe thats how it played out, “Where are we going anyway?”

He had started driving further away from campus, deeper into the city and had yet to say anything, “I actually heard about this exhibit happening this month and got us tickets. It has some of your favorite surrealism photographers work on display.”

The car fell silent, all you could do was stare at him, seeing him nervously chew on his lip as he tried to focus on the road when you didn’t say anything. Had he already fucked up?

Taehyung knew of your love for surrealism, being on the receiving end of the countless messages you’d sent him of insane photos. He’d also seen you spent hours upon hours in photoshop trying to perfect photos in that style before giving up all together, accepting that it was a style you wouldn’t be able to master. Nonetheless you still loved it from afar and him doing this for you made you wonder just how attentive he had to be.

“If you think its stupid we can go do something else–“

“Taehyung,” you cut him off, gently swatting his shoulder, “no, thats actually really nice.” You can just see how his body sags into the seat in relief, his hands tapping the steering wheel in excitement.

He’s nervous as hell, the jittery feeling is completely new to him, his hands never got clammy when you two hung out before but as he struggled to button up his top half an hour ago he knew it was the fear of not knowing how this would play out.

Jungkook had watched him get ready while he sat at his desk and finished his course work, the two of them exchanging polite words even though Taehyung wanted to fight him. He knew you and Jungkook had a falling out, with the way you’ve acted and the fact that Jungkook couldn’t seem to desperately divert conversations fast enough if your name ever popped up it wasn’t hard to piece together.

So even though Taehyung wanted to talk about this first date, help get his nerves in check, he didn’t want to bring it up and have the conversation become awkward. He held it all in until he got to Jin’s apartment, words of doubt instantly falling from his mouth when Jin opened the door for him.

Arang had been sat on the couch, a smile on her face, clearly enjoying seeing Taehyung uncharacteristically nervous. Seokjin had led Taehyung into the kitchen, thrusting a bottle of water into his hand with encouraging words. The oldest friend had been the only one to not make Taehyung feel like he was doing something he shouldn’t. Considering Jin was Tae’s room mate before he graduated he had witnessed the dynamic between the two of you more than anyone else so when he told him that he had nothing to worry about, that everything would be fine between you two regardless, he finally let himself take a breath.

And once you two arrived at the exhibit, you stood in the middle of it all with the biggest smile, grabbing his hand and yanking him to the first photo that caught your eye, Taehyung lets out that same breath.

You spend two hours in that building, your hand remaining intertwined with his and even though it isn’t something you two ever did it feels nice, the small squeezes shared between each other had emotions stirring inside you that you swore you’d never feel.

Taehyung and you bounce around from photo to photo, him watching you patiently as you take everything in. The dates nice and the conversation flows naturally, attributed to the fact that you two are very good friends. Taehyung can feel his heart skip a beat every time you drag him along behind you and he hopes you feel anything at all.

That craving he has only intensifies once you two are sat back in the car, both the seats pulled back and the windows rolled down to let the night breeze roll in. Taehyung had pulled in to a nice lookout spot near campus after you had voiced a want for a milkshake, which you were currently sipping on as you sat with your feet resting on the dashboard.

Taehyung was sipping on his own shake, licking any traces of the chocolate desert off his lips as he stared at you. “So,” he started lamely, a sheepish smile adorning his face when you glanced at him sideways.

“So.” You mimic, stirring the straw in your cup.

“Thoughts?” Its all he can get himself to ask, not wanting to ask a specific question that puts you on the spot.

The soft sounds of the radio playing fill the silence as you reach forward and set your cup on top of the dash by your propped up feet. This was the part of the date that you were anticipating, your brain sorting through every memory and possible emotion to form a response.

“I had a good time, but I knew I would, that was never a doubt of mine.” He knew this but he still smiles, letting you continue talking. “I’m just confused I guess?”

You nervously tuck your hair behind your ear, dropping your legs from their spot and shuffling on the seat, “We’ve been... us, for almost as long as we’ve known each other so I’m just wondering what would change if we pursued these feelings?”

“Do you have feelings?”

His question makes you fidget, you’ve never been comfortable talking about romantic feelings hence the underwhelming list of boyfriends past.

“I’m having a hard time figuring out if what I feel is love for our friendship or something deeper.” You confess, your eyes meeting again and you relax when you see he’s not upset or offended, “What we currently have is such a blurred line, if we were strictly friends and nothing else then maybe it’d be easier for me to figure out if I felt butterflies because I wanna know what it feels like to kiss you but its kinda hard to do that when I already kiss you all the time.”

He gets that, what you guys had blurred the line between friendship and relationship. It was not the typical friends with benefits dynamic and he knew that from the start, you two wouldn’t just send each other a text at 3am looking to get off, you would hang out all the time, he would kiss you in public like it was completely normal, and the amount of people who thought you were a couple already spelled it out.

“I guess what I’m wondering is, is it just the exclusiveness that comes with it?”

He sets his own cup down besides yours, settling back in his seat slightly turned towards you. “No, well I mean yes-sorta. Like I told you, besides me kissing like two girls I haven’t slept with anyone besides you.”

“Tae you realize if we’re dating you can’t be kissing any girls?” You tease him, enjoying the eye roll he gives you.

“Yes Y/N I know this.”

“Did you know this when you dated Nari?”

“Nari?” His face scrunches up as he thinks, his expression settling into one of understanding, “Y/N, I asked Nari out when I was high off shrooms and she only dated me because she knew I could get her drugs. She cheated on me twice as much. Is that a reason you’re not into this?”

“Its one of the reasons.” The reason you didn’t do relationships was not because you were scared of monogamy, sure you liked the freedom of being single but you knew deep down if you were actually with someone you wouldn’t be unfaithful. Taehyung had never explicitly said he didn’t date because he knew he would cheat but after witnessing him and Nari’s shit show of a relationship for two weeks it was a rightfully made assumption.

“Y/N,” he speaks softly, almost nervously because he can feel his heart in his throat. His hands are clammy again, fidgeting on his lap, “I’m ignoring every fiber inside me to say this and I know it’ll be hard to but believe me when I say it’s more than just being exclusive. I think about what it’d be like to have a dumb photo of us as my lock screen, or to properly introduce you to people as my girlfriend, or even wondering what my parents would think of you and I told myself I wouldn’t say any of this but I need you to know it’s not just me wanting an ego boost about being the only guy you sleep with.”

His confession is definitely not one you expected and its stunned you to silence, “I dont–I don’t expect you to have a response to any of that, I’ve had a head start at letting my feelings settle so I get it if you need time.”

You can only nod softly at his stuttered statement, you definitely needed time but hearing his confession didn’t fill your stomach with dread like you thought it would and when he softly grabs your hand you’re once again thankful for the relationship you two have.

“So then are you two officially dating?” Yoongi asks as you both walk down the street, you had finished your shift a few minutes ago and were now headed back to campus. The sun was almost fully set and the sharp cold of the wind had you two huddled close together to keep warm.

“No, we’re not. I told him I need to think about it before diving in.” He hums in response, glad that you weren’t jumping into anything without thinking it through. Yoongi, like always, had seen this coming from a mile away, take away the fact that Taehyung had drunkenly confessed to his feelings multiple times in confidence Yoongi would still be able to detect them otherwise. Yoongi, and Jimin as well, weren’t against you dating if thats how the cards played out, they were just trying to make sure you two weren’t doing it for the wrong reasons. The last thing anyone wanted was a messy situation but it seemed like Jungkook had dropped out of the picture entirely, his absence made the situation less likely to implode.

“Smart, I’m glad he finally said something. I gave you a heads up though, not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.”

You roll your eyes as you near campus, a group of boys making their way down the path you were walking up, too far away to make anyone out. Yoongi yelps when you swing your arm around his head, forcing him to hunch over as you attempt to put him in a headlock, your hand wrapping around your wrist as you try to overpower him. “Not my fault you didn’t take me seriously.” You mimic, hearing him guffaw at your surprising strength.

All it takes is him abruptly standing back up to knock your hold loose, the action making you stumble over, Yoongi reaching his arms out to catch you by the waist before you topple over onto the concrete. He pulls you into his chest from the force and you’re both laughing hysterically, his hands letting you go once you’re stable, choosing you wrap over your shoulder to continue walking huddled together.

Unbeknownst to you the group that was walking towards you was Jungkook and his friends, all of them taking note that it was you and Yoongi walking towards them. Having seen the incident that just happened Mingyu speaks up, “Isn’t that Y/N?”

Jungkook has his eyes glued to you, seeing you’re cheeks tinted pink from the cold and a smile on your face as Yoongi spoke, “Yeah it is.”

Mingyu scoffs, “See, she’s already hopped onto the next one.”

Eunwoo glares at his friend, trying to tell him to shut up but Mingyu doesn’t get it not even when Jungkook mutters that you’re just friends with Yoongi, “Yeah, like shes friends with Taehyung. Bambam told me that Yugyeom saw her and Taehyung sneak off at a party a few weeks or so ago.”

That only irks Jungkook more, why the fuck were they trying to keep tabs on you? Was this their way of trying to make him feel better when their words were the ones that made him distance himself?

As you and Yoongi get closer your eyes drift up and meet Jungkooks, he sees the flash of realization on your face and he desperately wants to greet you but he knows he’s already dug his grave, more so when Mingyu continues to put his foot in his mouth, “Heard she slept with Jimin too, don’t be simping over a slut dude.”

Jungkooks eyes widen at what his friend had just called you, and you had heard, his voice had been loud and clear as you passed by. You froze on the pathway, your brows pulled together as you stared at the concrete at your feet. Yoongi had heard the remark as well, his hands now digging into your shoulder, waiting to see if you’d say something or if he’d had to.

His group continued to walk down the path, all it took was a moment for you to breathe in before you whipped around and marched over to his group. You were pissed, Jungkook had treated you like you meant nothing and now his friends were calling you names and he said nothing?

Jungkook could hear the sound of feet stomping behind him and he knew it was you and fuck he could feel his stomach sink at the fact that this would be the first interaction you would have. Surprisingly you don’t reach for Jungkook, your hands curl around Mingyu’s shoulder and yank him hard, his face showing pure shock at you standing before him looking livid.

“What the fuck did you call me?” Your tone is void of any emotion and it only scares him, Bambam and Eunwoo taking a few steps back to steer clear of your wrath.

Mingyu seems to have lost his balls, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a response. He hadn’t meant for you to hear that, he was only trying to cheer up his friend but it had only earned and elbow to the rib from Jungkook and now you were stood in front of him looking like you were ready to castrate him.

When his friend sputters out gibberish your eyes move to stare down Jungkook, the same wide eye look he always had that used to make you swoon just filled you with anger and he can see it, the way your mouth twisted up in disgust at his lack of defense. “Fuck you Jungkook.”

You wanted to say more but you really didn’t feel like crying in front of guys who clearly didn’t see you as a human being with emotions so you turn back around and storm off again, passing Yoongi as you feel your eyes burn. Jungkook gulps as he stares at Yoongi, seeing the cold stare in his eyes and thats when he bolts into action, ignoring his friends and running after you.

You were taking deep breaths as you walked, blinking furiously to force the tears to go away. Yes guys were fucking assholes, the majority of them acting like women were only there for their pleasure and nothing else while simultaneously slut shaming the girls they used, but you hadn’t expected it from Jungkook. He hadn’t called you a slut but his friend had and it didn’t get any reaction from him and that alone was a reaction enough.

“Y/N.” You hear the out of breath voice of Jungkook, rolling your eyes you try to speed up, fully aware you left your friend behind but you weren’t far from your building.

Jungkook reaches out and grasps your arm, a small tug you feel but you yank out of it as if he had done something outrageous, his hands coming up in defense when you turn around and glare at him, your nose now tinted red from trying to stop yourself from crying, “What Jungkook.”

“I’m sorry.” Is all he says, his hands still raised up as he steps a tiny bit closer to you, seeing your gaze flicker down to his feet before looking back at him and he deems this is close enough.

“Oh are you, for what exactly?” Your arms are crossed under your chest now, an expression on your face that he never thought he would witness, especially not towards him, “Are you sorry for sleeping with me and leaving immediately after, or are you sorry for completely disregarding our friendship after you got what you wanted?”

His face looks hurt, his hands softly dropping to his sides as he pouts at your statement, “Or are you sorry your friend called me a slut and you said nothing. You know Jungkook, I thought our friendship meant something to you but you fucking used me.” Your finger comes up to point at him accusingly, you were beyond mad now, your mouth determined to spew out anything you could to make him feel as shitty as he had made you feel.

“No I didn’t.” That just makes you scoff, only confusing him further because he hadn’t used you, not intentionally like you’re making it out to be.

“Really? You came to me looking for help, help with sex, and I don’t know why I was so naive to believe that a guy like you needed help getting girls but it makes sense now. Is that your play, come across as vulnerable to get girls to believe whatever comes out of your mouth. If you just wanted me to sleep with you all you had to do was ask Jungkook, not fucking string me along with friendship and other bullshit. I defended you from Jisoo but you know what, maybe she wasn’t that far off.”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say at all, contrary to what you now thought he really was as inexperienced as he had said. All the bullshit his friends had spewed to him, telling him that you viewed sex a certain way and that he was stupid to keep a friendship with you because his stupid crush wouldn’t go anywhere was the reason you viewed him this way and he wanted to scream.

He loved your friendship, he had found himself looking forward to any of the small moments you two shared in passing and he wishes he could go back in time and go about that dreaded morning differently, even the possibility of you two never sleeping together sounded better to him than you standing here with tears in your eyes as you told him off.

“I’m sorry for all of it okay but I swear I didn’t lie to you to try to get into your pants-”

“Save the bullshit Jungkook,” you cut him off, seeing his hand clutch his black strands in worry because he can tell you’re not gonna hear him out and honestly he didn’t blame you, “I expected this from so many people but never you.”

He watches as you turn back around, taking a few steps before turning back to him, “You know what, I’m glad I gave you a black eye the first day of class. You deserve it.” With that you fully turn around and leave him standing there, his hands coming up to touch his eye and nose as he remembers the very first day you two met.

Hes only given another second of silence until a harsh shove to his shoulder has him stumbling, his head turning in the direction it came from and seeing Yoongi stood there, hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat with a mean glare on his face, “The fuck is wrong with you.” Is all the older boy says before sauntering off after you.

Jungkook can only stand there, no longer caring about his friends, his eyes glued to your figure as you and Yoongi step into your building and he once again feels lost. There was no way out of this in his mind and he could only blame himself. You had reached out to him multiple times, excited text messages asking him about his day, offering to go get food together, the occasional meme and he had ignored it all. It hurt him to do so but his friends’ words stuck with him and he’s never regret asking them for advice more in his life.

The stupid pain in his chest was back now, his face screwing together as he tried not to cry, this was his fault. Jungkook had well and truly fucked up.

#btsghostie #maknaesmutsociety #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #bts smut #bts fics #bts imagines #clairvoyant #new

463 notes · View notes

monsterlovinghours · 4 years

Note

yes hello could i get (1) beetlejuice in heat to go? musical beetlejuice going through like a blood red moon and it’s just h e a t time please and thank you i love the work you provide to the people

okay so heads up? it’s soft momther hours over here. i am incapable of being feral right now, so behold the softest heat fic anyone has ever written. sorry if that isn’t quite what you were looking for.

“You...it’s...what?”

He rolled his eyes, still perched like a strange bird in the rafters of your attic, the place he could be as far from you as possible without actually going outside the house. Obviously, you had heard him, and you knew you had heard him correctly, but regardless, you needed to hear it again.

“Heat, babes. I’m going into a heat. Started like,” he cocked his arm and consulted the six or so watches he had strapped to his wrist, “twenty minutes ago. So I need you to go, lock the attic behind you, and just...ignore any noises you might hear up here, okay? It’s gonna be a rough few days.”

You didn’t think he was joking. He already seemed to be sweating, his limbs shaking, a strange glow in his cheeks as if he were flushed and feverish. All experience told you that biologically speaking, he shouldn’t be having anything resembling a heat. But, you reminded yourself, he wasn’t human. The biology you knew meant exactly nothing in regards to him. Still, you imagined by the way his pupils were blown and the noticeable bulge between his thighs, his heat remained true to the definition you knew. Something about the concept, the primal, animalistic urge of it all sent a tremulous frisson of heat through your body, and despite his warning, you didn’t leave the attic.

“Would you...maybe like some company?” His brows arched, but he didn’t say anything, and you asked without thinking, “Have you ever had someone to get through your heat with? Does it help?”

“Yeah,” he answered in a low voice. “It helps, but...babe, I don’t think you want that. Trust me, I know the thought of banging me for days sounds appealing, but it’s no walk in the park.”

“I can handle it, Beej, just let me have ten minutes between rounds to hydrate and-”

“No, no baby, you don’t get it.” He sighed, sliding off the rafter and landing on his feet, only wobbling a little bit. “You’re not built to handle this. You’re...y’know, alive. You’re more fragile than you think you are, and I…” Beetlejuice sighed, scratching the back of his head and looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than here, doing anything but having this conversation. “I don’t have a whole lot of control when I’m like this. I’m barely holding it together talking to you now.” Now that you were listening, you could hear the strain in his voice, as if he were fighting to keep his tone level. “I could hurt you. Like, really hurt you.”

“You won’t-”

“Baby.” His tone was low, solemn, almost authoritative. “I’m not talking about pulling your hair too hard or leaving some bruises. I’m a demon. You forget it sometimes because I don’t act like it around you, but I’m dangerous. I’m what you’d call the next step on the food chain, and you could end up-” His sentence cut off, as if he couldn’t give voice to the possibility of him losing control with you. “I can’t take that risk, no matter how much I would love to fuck you through the floorboards right now.”

You took a deep breath, taking in everything he had told you. True, you did tend to forget his demonic nature at times, because he craved your softness, indulged in it, basked in all the cuddles and kisses and lovely things he had never experienced before, Even in the bedroom, when he bit into your skin and his sharp nails left red furrows down your thighs, it was balanced with sweet words and passionate kisses. But deep down, you knew who he was, who he tried to hide from you, that part of himself he kept locked away for fear you would be revolted by it, by him. You wanted him to know that beyond the lust and the idea of being fucked within an inch of your life, you loved and accepted even the darkest parts of himself, the parts he’d deemed unloveable. Slowly, you moved closer, noting the slight twitch in his stance, as if wanting to take a step back but not quite able to bring himself to do so. Your fingertips brushed his cheek, and he pulled in a shuddering breath.

“I’m not scared, Bug. I know the risk, and if it was just fucking, I’d take your advice and leave. But listen to me.” His dark eyes were pinned to yours, his hair violet, fading to magenta, with an unnerving shock of blue above his brow. “I love you, sweetheart. Okay? And because I love you, I want to be here for you; if having someone with you during your heat will shorten it or make it easier to bear, then I’ll take that risk. We’ll put some safeguards in place, we’ll establish a routine so I don’t get too tired and you don’t get too deep inside your own head, but we can make this work, baby. Just...please, let me be here for you, okay?”

He was quiet for a few moments, just listening to your breathing, your heartbeat, and you wondered if maybe you were wrong to press the issue. Then, he lifted a hand to curl over yours, pressing your warm palm to his cheek as he nuzzled into it. “Okay. I hate how fucking soft you’ve made me, but okay.”

Quickly, you two had a conversation about safe words and non-verbal signals, agreeing on signs for “keep going,” “slow down,” “I need a break,” or “stop.” Once agreed upon, he took your chin in his hand and lifted your eyes to his. “One last thing before we do this,” he rasped. “If I lose it, if you give a safe word and I don’t stop…” He paused, a pained look flickering across his face before he continued. “You need to say my name three times.”

Your brow furrowed. “But...won’t that banish you?”

“Yeah, babes, that’s the idea.”

Something icy coiled in your middle, and you shook your head. You had promised him so many times that you would never say his name more than once, that you would never send him away. How many times had he woken you up in the middle of the night near tears because he’d convinced himself you would banish him in the morning? “Beej, no, I can’t, I promised I’d never-”

“It’s okay, this is different. I’d rather be in the Netherworld myself than accidentally send you there.” The corner of his mouth curled up, but it was humorless. “Just...send me away, wait a couple days, then call me back.” For the briefest moment, you saw the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes, and you realized how much trust he was putting in you to summon him back, how hard it was for him to accept the risk that you might not. Your hands cupped his cheeks, stroking over the slightly glowing fever-patches, and smiled.

“Okay, Beej. Cross my heart.”

He sighed, relieved, then that sheen in eyes was gone, replaced by the dull shine of feral need. “Now that we got the logistics out of the way, babes, you have exactly five seconds to get naked before I rip ‘em offa you.”

You grinned. “I only need four.”

It started slower than you expected, mostly in part because you assumed he was still holding himself back. Perhaps he didn’t want to tire you out too early. Once you were naked, there were hands all over you, more than just the two he normally sported, some attached to human arms, some sprouting from the ends of striped appendages that curled around your middle. He pulled you close, the tiniest slices of amber visible around the dark, vacuous pupils. Beetlejuice dragged you into a dark corner of the attic, and you shivered at the parallel of a predator bringing its meal back to its den. There were old blankets and stained cushions piled there, and you wondered how long he’d had this little nest set up for only a moment before he descended on you. His kisses were enthusiastic, but no more so than usual. So far, so good, you thought.

Then, you began to notice not only were there multiple sets of hands on you, but it seemed multiple mouths as well, wrapped around your nipples, cool tongues stroking along your skin. You reached for where you thought his head was, grateful to find the familiar texture of his hair between your fingers, and a grating sound rumbled to life at the touch, a sound that was both growl and purr. Something squirming and prehensile probed experimentally at your entrance, a pleased trill leaving him when your hips canted up toward it, and then it slid deep, curling inside. You weren’t sure if it was one of his appendages, a striped tongue, or his cock, but the pleasure of having him invade your body quickly erased any curiosity you might have had. As he was reduced to his most basic, primal form, so too were you, a moaning collection of nerve endings surrounding a molten core of pure need.

The first six hours were slow, comparatively gentle to what would follow, more or less the foreplay round of the marathon the two of you were about to endure. When the timer on your phone went off and you gave the signal to stop, panting and trembling and sheened with sweat, the multiple limbs retreated into his body, and a more or less human-looking Beetlejuice sat before in his nest. He helped you downstairs to take a quick shower, brought you water and a snack and let you rest while he paced, the surface of his need barely scratched. You set your bottle of water down and eyed him, a satisfied little smile on your face.

“You know, this might be more comfortable if we moved to the bedroom.”

Almost immediately, he shook his head. “Huh-uh. Don’t wanna break your bed, sweetcheeks.”

You laughed softly, oddly touched by his consideration. “Alright, if you say so.”

When your thirty minute break was up, he all but bum rushed you back upstairs, wrapped you up so tight in his darkness, like a fly caught in a spider’s web, and you began to quickly understand why he had such fears about breaking you. His teeth sank into the back of your neck as he turned you over on all fours, slamming into you so hard it knocked the breath out of your lungs. Something cold and wet curled around the front to tease you, stroking and circling, coaxing a steady stream of orgasms out of you as he growled and hissed in the dark, the only light the glow of his eyes. His disembodied voice floated around you, sometimes snarling wordlessly, sometimes praising your body, your resilience, sometimes spewing mindless filth, and sometimes murmuring in a language not meant for human tongues. He drew blood, healed the split skin, only to wound it again, fucking you open without mercy or restriction. He knew you were his in every way, in every way he wanted you to be. His warm hole to rut, fuck, and spill into. His lover, to pleasure and tease. His love, to hold and cherish.

At the end of it all, his heat reduced to a mere thirty-six hours instead of a full week, you were utterly spent, weak as a kitten, hardly able to string two coherent words together. Lucky for you both that you were working from home now, because you definitely weren’t going to be able to get up for at least a day. He laid you out on the ripped remains of his little attic nest and licked you clean as best he could, taking extra care to be gentle, before gathering your limp form in his arms and carrying you back down to your bed. You were asleep before he finished descending the attic stairs, and stayed so for at least eighteen hours. He didn’t leave your side for an instant, curled up and purring in the bed beside you.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice the musical #tw: heat #sorry its not as feral as you were probably hoping but #*gestures vaguely*#there you go i guess

101 notes · View notes

bloodycassian · 3 years

Text

SHADOW V SHADOW - reader x Azriel PROMPT - I have a request. Can you make one where azriel's partner is kidnapped and tortured by people from the court of nightmares? then he gets desperate, but finally manages to find her, he arrives pissed off at the place and at the end of everything is right please?.

Rhys knew Azriel would never forgive him if he denied this request. His brother was practically vibrating with rage when he returned from Rask. His search for you took him to any whisper of a lead he could find. Without another option, he requested - more of a demand but Rhys could see why- to pay Kier a visit. Rhys gave Kier the courtesy of a day of preparation. Azriel dressed in his darkest armor, and didn't hide the way his siphons glowed bright in the throne room. Rhys quieted the gathering with a hand, and Az let his shadows do the work. He scanned the crowd for anyone who looked to be nervous. Well, more nervous than usual in the presence of their high lord. "I think you all know that we have been busy of late." Rhys drawled. He scanned the crowd as well, his mind flicking from one person to the next. "Back left, take him and leave. There may be more that notice you." Azriel walked off the platform, and turned to mist. + The first male to meet his end was the one who spat in his face and promised him that you were already dead. The next was smarter. He saw what was done to his friend and begged Azriel for mercy. "Your mate is locked far below." He quivered in his seat where Azriel had tied him. "But he watches her. He watched over us all." "Who?" Azriel ground out, the tip of his dagger carving a crescent into the high cheekbone of the noble Fae. "Riker, he's below. He's far below, where Kier's magic does not touch." "You've been useful." Azriel nodded, then jutted his dagger into the male's stomach. His hands did not shake. He wiped them on the male's tunic and left the body where it was tied. He had more digging to do, apparently. And Kier was the first person he would ask. + "Who's Riker?" Rhys asked casually, holding Kier's mind in the now empty throne room. Kier's body twitched in defiance of Rhy's control. "I dont-" Kier gasped. Azriel stepped closer to the male, menacing. The shadows crept up Kier's legs. Azriel did not flinch when Rhys' power squeezed the breath from him. "Dont be shy. Tell us all about it." Rhys coaxed. Finally, Kier gave the slightest nod. And Rhys let him drop to the floor, gasping for air. Azriel kept his shadows around the male, just in case. "Riker was a story. A legend from when I was a child. No one has heard of him since the Final Battle of the Prison." He gasped, and sputtered on the floor. When he looked up, his eyes were bloodshot. They still narrowed at Rhysand. "What were the legends of?" Azriel demanded, ready to let his tendrils of darkness assert themselves over the male. Kier managed a laugh, then looked to both of them quizzically. "You're serious." He sighed, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Rhys was not amused. His claws danced along the edge of his consciousness. "He was a horror to all. Not a Fae.. not really. He possessed the bodies of fae to do his bidding. Like a poison, he takes control and forces you to do as he wishes. If its killing, or stealing, or fucking. Anything. You have no control." Azriel's stomach dropped to the floor. He and his brother glanced at each other, and Rhys nodded a curt dismissal to Kier. "Dont look for him. He will use your magic to destroy anything." He warned, giving Rhys a long look before limping from the throne room. + "The shadow will bring freedom to us. We will leave this hole and be free." The priestess said, as if reading from a book. See recited the words like they were Holy. You cringed in disgust. It wasnt the first time you'd heard one of the eyeless creatures say it, but it was one of the scariest encounters since you'd been taken. The dead eyes of the withering priestess were haunting. Perhaps taken was the wrong word. You seemed to just wake up and decide to start walking. Your mind screamed against what you were doing, but you couldn't stop. Your bare feet led you from your bed and Azriel, down the ten thousand steps, and through rocky terrain of the mountainside. You walked and walked, feet bleeding until you came to the small rock crevice in the side of the mountain. You fought yourself, your mind panicked. Your body squeezed between the crack though, and you tried to reach down your bond to Azriel again. A dark shadow that was not him clamped down on your mind. Your panicked thoughts dissipated, and you couldn't remember why you were fighting anymore. You walked expertly down the worn path through the rocks, as if you'd walked it a million times before. The dripping walls let in a minimal cold whisk of air. And without thinking, you walked yourself into a cell at the end of the long hall. And sat in the center of it. The priestess that locked the door behind you was withering. Her cheekbones sunk in, and the opal atop her head was gray, dull. "Welcome." She said, voice otherworldly. + Azriel circled the mountain at least fifty times before he landed. Cassian was waiting for him at the small entrance they had found. "All clear, let's go." Azriel placed a hand on the pale rock and ducked his head inside. Cassian grabbed his wrist. "We need to be careful. Rhys cant help us once we go in there." He gave his brother a stern look. Azriel brushed off the concern, but nodded. The path was well worn into the stone. And there was where Azriel picked up the first hint of your presence since you had been taken. His heart painfully kicked up speed. The blood on the floor was minimal, but it was there. Cassian noted it too, and set a pace too slow going forward. Azriel wished he could let his muscles be free to run straight down the long hall and find you. He listened to his brother though, trusting him more than his instincts. The sight of you was the biggest relief he'd ever had. Then, the biggest fear. Your eyes were dull, hollow. He tried reaching for your bond, but it was gray and limp. Like there was nothing at the other end of it. He called for you, then he was screaming down the tendril that once was light and happiness. And nothing called back. Cassian's breath caught in his throat, Azriel turned to his brother. Shock was there in his eyes, and gut wrenching terror.

A dark spindling shadow was curling around him, seeping the hazel from his eyes and replacing it with the same dull gray that stained yours. He was frozen. As hard as he tried, Cassian couldn't fight the tinging fog that possessed him. It crept into his mind "Hello, lord of bloodshed...." They whispered to him.

Azriel threw himself at his brother, knocking the shadows away with his siphons. His own dark mist fought the fog that slowly filled the room. The fight was intense between them, Az's darkness was losing. They sputtered to life and kept them at bay while Cassian recovered from the shadowsinger's blow. "Go. Take my mate and run." Azriel growled at him. Cassian's eyes went wide, and he glanced to the cell where you sat. He and Azriel went into action at the same time, Azriel striking the dark figure that seeped down from the ceiling. Human in shape, but it revelaed nothing beyond that. It was a ghost, a large demon waiting to strike. It hovered over the Illyrians, and they began a fight against a shadow itself.

It was a trap. Idiot. His mind screamed at him. Cassian blasted his shield out, knocking your cell door out of the way. You didn't move. Az's stomach flipped, his eyes piercing you. But you did not feel it. You didn't feel a damned thing, even as your mind thrashed against the control the demon had. "Shadows will free you...." The dark tendrils whispered into your mind. Then, the room went totally dark. Ravik's power coursed through the ancient stone walls. Cassian barreled into the fight with his brother, shoving the dark figure back. The black clouds swirled around their fighting forms. It grew and grew until Az couldn't see his own siphons anymore.

He gave a final scream down your bond, latching on to that link and pulling. Then he saw the fog there. The layer that overtook your thoughts. "Spread this sickness. Spread the knowledge. Love the Master." They chanted. It made his stomach coil. He went deeper into your mind and pushed, pushed out and kept that shadow away long enough for you to do the rest yourself. You shoved and fought and kicked it away. Your mind was exhausted, but you held onto Az's cool grip like it was a tether to reality. Then, you saw everything clearly again. The darkness that encapsulated the two Illyrians avoided you. Like a bubble, they spared you from the blindness that kept Az and Cas from killing their target. You saw the golden sword strapped to Az's back instead of Truth Teller. And the reason they freed you instead of fighting first became clear. You took the sword from its sheath and shoved it into the figure between the brothers. Morrigan's sword sputtered light through the dark folds of the shadows. It hissed and popped, then.. it was gone. The shadows consumed it, then the golden light started seeping from every corner of the room. The light was blinding, then it was ringing. The piercing sound rattled the floor, then the walls. The sound of rock cracking and reforming was loud only for a second. Az felt the blood running down his jaw from his ears. His shadows turned him into wind itself. He took you and Cassian with him, and led him winnowed out of the crumbling mountainside. His wings flared, keeping you from plummeting to the ground together on the exit. Cas was right beside him, used to the strange feeling of Azriel's form of winnowing. The ground shook where you landed on the coast line. The morning light shone through the dust that erupted from the top and side of the mountain. The house of wind on the diagonal side remained intact. But the opposing side collapsed, rolling boulders and trees and dirt all the way down to the ocean. The waves could not stand against such a force. Cassian kept a shield up just in case. Cries of terror sounded from Velaris. Az fell to his knees in the wet sand, and hid his face in his palms. "Az... It's okay." You breathed, falling to his side with him. "Where's-" "He's gone. I can feel it. You killed him." You said with a hysterical laugh. The memories of being locked in the cell seemed dim now. Azriel stared at the trees and dirt falling, revealing the inside of the mountain that bordered Velaris. He tugged on the bond and you smiled, pulling him close to you. He rested his head on your shoulder as you observed the destruction together. "I'll check for any injured..." Cassian took off, flying high above the ruins once they settled. Winged pets of the Hewn city began flying out of the mountain. Rhys was landing beside you and Az in an instant. "This is coming out of your paychecks." He said with a smile. Az couldn't spare one back. The terror of what he had released into Prythian dampened the mood. "We killed it. We did this." You spoke softly to him. Trying to ease the guilt he felt. He brushed you off. "As if you had a choice. It was a trap for Cass and I. One that I fell into so easily that-" You shook him through the bond, jarring him out of his despair. "Dont be so self centered." You thought, the tingle of a wink flowing through you. His feelings were a mask to you. "Dont do that." You were getting more and more frustrated with him by the second. You caught him by the hand and wrapped around him in the sand, not caring if you got dirty. The ocean behind you roared and crashed, fighting against the new land that had spilled into it. "He already owes Mor another sword, take it easy on him." Cassian joked with the high lord. He landed with a softness that left the sand dry where his wings swooped down. The sheer power of him was waiting for its turn to be let loose. You could tell by those siphons flaring repeatedly. Az's were dull. You clamped down on your frustration. Cassian began his report. "Some of the.. darker monsters wont live. But the smarter ones are already tunneling down. The court of Nightmares seems to be waiting it out." He spoke with expertise, staring as the dust settled on the mountainside. The four of you stared at the ruined hillside for a long while. There were no injuries. No deaths. the cave in was so far from the borders of the Hewn city that the worst damage done was a few broken sculptures inside the throne room. The dust finally settled and you still watched, even as night fell. Rhys left to deal with the repercussions of the madness, but Azriel stayed wrapped around you, peeking at the ruin every now and then. He tried to hold back the waves of fear and shame that threatened to overtake him. You felt them there, and didn't push him. Cassian's breath caught. Then, a few brave souls ventured out of the tunnel systems that had been exposed. You watched tensely, observing how the group behind them reacted. They marveled at the twilight sun setting over the ocean. Rhys flew high above them, circling. Ready to destroy if they threatened the city. After a few moments of staring at the ocean and outside world, they turned back inside. The high lord landed besides you again, his power blooming from him. Waiting to be released. Rhys sighed, and folded his wings in. "The court of nightmares just may be the new twin city of Velaris."

#ACOTAR FIC #AZRIEL X READER

107 notes · View notes

nightmaretyrantvantas · 4 years

Text

When tensions break too often- a dark side au story

So I got my ideas back for some angst and some tension in this au, and I just couldnt resist writing it. Plus its a good way to warm me back up into doing things for this au.

This is also a bit of a deeper dive into the dynamics of darkside! Virgil and the other dark sides and how they all bounce and thrive off each other, as well a some backstory and peeks at the full effects of Deceit leaving( jealousy is with the dark sides but is only mentioned, he currently doesnt make much of an appearance in this one in particular, he gets his own angst later)

This was fun to write, not gonna lie. Its been awhile an this is gonna be long so buckle up with me

I also got alot of inspiration to finally write this out(and revise parts of it) due in part to @aimasup ‘s recent comics and writings about their kid sides(which I love, like alot alot and I hope they dont mind me getting super inspired by it!)

ships: Past prinxiety, past anxciet, implied intruxiety, implied intrulogical, implied intruloxiety, implied one sided remus x wrath, implied past demus, implied current roceit

Im putting a trigger warning here for cussing, fighting(verbal and physical), descriptions of panic attacks and emotional breakdowns, violence, gross and inappropriate language, some body horror descriptions, as well as implied unsympathetic sides(all sides are morally grey but the perspective is biased towards the dark sides as its seen from Wrath’s view- keep that in mind)

Things are about to get angsty my friends but i promise it ends happy(for once in this au)

I hope you guys enjoy

~~~~~~~~~~

Wrath Sanders had a lot more patience then almost everyone gave him credit for. Most considered him the biggest hothead there was, going off at the first irritation. But, the truth was he was eerily patient...Sure he may simmer and seethe and hold onto things in unhealthy grudges, but he never lost his cool as often as some would want you to believe.

Wrath Sanders kept his cool during many things, even if that was the last thing he wanted to do.

He had sat back through many things, biting his tongue to hold back the venom and yelling and grinding his teeth together in anger and forced himself to sit through many many things that happened around him out of respect- out of a deep fucking respect- for Virgil’s Fear’s Anxiety’s authority. Instead, he watched shit go down over and over again and held himself back from reacting towards the problem, focusing his energy on the recovery.

But, the most recent event was his last fucking straw.

It had happened seemingly out of nowhere, Wrath had been slumped down on their shitty lumpy couch boredly watching some dumb movie. It was getting later in the night, around 10 maybe 11 and he had one of Remus’s crappy beers partially drank in his hand. He was just getting up to change the movie or turn it off all together when the whole house seemed to shift violently, the walls seeming to tremble. There was a moment of confusion before he heard it.

“ Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

His whole body jolted to its feet unsteadily as the sound of Anxiety’s pain wreaked scream filled the house to an almost deafening volume as it distorted and deepened. His body moved before his mind, lurching over the couch and running for the source of the scream as another one wailed out even louder than the first, the sound muffling the breaking bottle and violently shaking the walls with their reverb. He heard other sounds too underneath, glass shattering heavy objects banging and wood splintering, wallpaper shredding. A third screech rang out, cutting itself in half with echoing high pitched sobs.

He hadnt been the first to make it to his room.

Wrath watched as he turned the corner in time to see Remus destroy Anxiety’s door with his morning star, a wild and desperately freaked out look to his glowing eyes as wood splintered and gave out under the weapon, some sending cuts into his cheeks. The creative side was then out of sight in a flash, forcing his way into the room yelling as to be heard over the screams.

Remembering the pain, the fear the absolute panic in Remus’s normally confident voice sent a deeper chill down his spine than the screams had.

“ Virgy??!! Fuck fuck fuck fUCK!! Virgy no no! Its me dammit!! Fuck FUCK FUCK!! No no NO! Virgy virgy virgy storm cloud creepy cryptid no no nnonononono look at me no no look at me cmon honey look at me not those at me. me me me me..” His voice continued, shaky and softening as the screams faded into heart wrenching sobs and high pitched hyperventilating gasps. Remus continued to speak, morning star thudding against carpet and a softer thud sounding.

“ Hey hey hey hey hey hey...hey hey hey I got you I got you I’m here im still here....i’m always here for ya honey...I got you now I got you see? Yeah yeah thats me....just focus on me....cmon cmon stormy cant pass out on me now...follow my breathing lets breathe together...in...out...in out...now....tell me five things you can see....cmon honey you got this just look up im here right here...”

The sight through the broken door haunted him, made his chest throb hard and bile burn his throat.

The bedroom before him was completely trashed. It was as if something feral and destructive had ripped it from its very foundation. Every piece of furniture, big or small, was broken and smashed apart, the anxious side’s bed and couch ripped into multiple pieces. Every shelf or flat surface had faced an even worse fate, thrown around and shattered into various pieces that had been strewn around the room along with glass fragments from anything unfortunate enough to have been made of glass. Papers and books were severed and torn apart viciously, and the wallpaper was slashed in huge wide cute, some of the slashes cutting deep into the wall underneath. And in the middle of the disaster was Remus and Anxiety. Long, protruding limb like dark shapes sprouted from the purple side’s back, twitching and trembling with adrenaline along with his heaving, hunched over shaking form. Remus was there in front of him, knelt down to the balled up figure and slowly but surely coaxing him up enough to pull him into his arms and rock him back and forth as he kept speaking to him. It took Wrath a few seconds of his vision adjusting to the room’s darkness to realize Remus had more cuts on him, and why.

Strings.

Millions of purple tinted, tautly pulled strings, like a tightly woven and intricate sickening spider web filled the room from top to bottom as if trying to shield the two in its depths. He could see parts of them hanging limp, likely from Remus forcing his way through to the other. He watched in a horrified shock as Anxiety’s body lurched and jerked with his piercing sobs, hand harshly digging into his scalp through his hood and shadowy claws threatening to rip said hood open. He could see many of the strings connected directly to various parts of his body and to the eight extra things on his back and it made him shudder. The room radiated a sort of fear and panic that was infectious, suffocating even. But he refused to leave the doorway and abandon the two there, in that too dense darkness.

He watched Remus manage to gather up the shorter side into his chest and rock him more, practically curling into a ball over him. He was still talking, his voice softening to the point he couldnt make it out anymore from the door. But he could see his expression. God his expression mightve been what pushed him past his bullshit accepting limit.

Remus’s face was grim, any traces of his grins and normal attitude gone. His eyes were glowing in a dark, dangerously violent fury but the way they stayed trained on Anxiety kept them, for the time being at least, soft and remorseful. There was so much pain there in that focused gaze, pain regret sorrow a disturbing amount of fear and understanding. His mouth moved with words not meant for Wrath to hear, soft gentle coos and reassurances too intimate to be heard by anyone else but the one trembling harshly in his strong arms. Brows furrowed and it made Wrath feel even colder to realize his hands, hands that were holding the other up and petting his hair through that black hood and rubbing between the spidery appendages, were trembling.

Remus was trembling.

After awhile the strings seem to fade away into nothing, those shadowy limbs following them scarily slow. Once that happened and the worst of the darkeness seemed to dissipate was when Wrath dared to take a few stiff steps into the room, debris crunching too loudly under his boots. He saw Remus stiffen and his eyes flicker up like a cornered, ready to attack animal before relaxing, glow never leaving.

“ W...wh..r...R-remus...”

“ Des...Dessy brat...h-hey spitfire do me a solid and go open my door ok? Dont worry itll lead to my bedroom...just...go open it for me...will you...?” Wrath’s voice failed him after that and he nodded, backing out of that suffocation and away into the brighter lit hall rushing from the room to push open the dark stained door further down. He turned around to go back, to try to help somehow...anyway he could, when he watched Remus instead picking his way out of the mess and into the hall, their leader cradled in his arms limply like a small sleeping child. Not a sound came from either of them as he stalked through the hall and into his room, a single nod dismissing Wrath before the door swung shut in front of him...

That was where he was drawing a line. Enough had been enough.

Wrath had sat back through many things, too many fucking things than he should have. He held back his doubts when Virgil and Roman had first started seeing each other when they were younger and dumber, had held himself and barely held Remus back from mauling the so called “good” creativity when things had gone awry and he had broken Virgil’s heart and left him in bitter, resentful pieces for them to pick up and help mend back together. He held back every time Thomas had, intentionally or unintentionally, slighted and undermined their jobs as a part of him, of their importance, of Virgil’s and Remus’s importance to him. He had sat back through the aftermath of ever fight with the “light” sides and with thomas, through every dismissal and banishment and arguement and accusation. He had helped and been there through countless sleepless nights and previous breakdowns and panic attacks between all four three of them, and he had been here, had been forced not to retaliate as per Virgil’s simple request.

“ Dont Des....dont go after them...Im forbidding it got it? Dont do it. it isnt going to be worth it...please...”

It had always been the please, soft and defeated that made him obey. Not the angry snaps and lashing out, not the cruel words and push and shove they all did for so long, but the plea in that word...the vulnerability it revealed.

He had sat through Deceit’s slow distancing from the rest of them...and his eventually leaving them for the light sides and the ensuing pain and breakdown that his leaving left behind.

It had splintered them, had struck both Virgil and Remus harder and more painfully than either side would verbally admit. Wrath had been forced to do nothing but helplessly watch it break them and break himself too, and try to clean up the aftermath best he could.

But this breakdown, seeing the side that had always stubbornly refused to buckle or back down reduced to a screaming sobbing wreck on the floor, seeing the other side he had always seen be nothing but strong and indifferent to everything thrown with a grin shaking in fear and softly pleading was too much.

He had stayed down, seething, resentment festering for years. too many years without an outlet.

He remembered the hand that had been held out to him all those years ago. Remembered coming along a little bit before Deceit ever did...and looking up from where he was angrily crying on the floor to see two figures before him. One was shorter, with two sets of brightly glowing purple and green eyes and a big black hoodie that was too big for him and messy hair that fell into his face. Behind him was someone much taller, with wild hair and a single streak of white in it, eyes feral and gleeful i a way that made him tense and made him mad through his tears. He was dressed extravagantly, like a prince or even a king grinning unnaturally wide. But his focus narrowed on the purple one, whose dark claw tipped hand stretched out in front of him in an offering. When Anger had put his head back in his knees to cry more he felt an arm drape over him. His head snapped up and he saw the princely one next to him with a softer expression, hand rubbing his back a little.

“ Hey....hey its ok Anger. Whatcha crying for? You did your job! Pretty damn well too! You were amazing the way you had Thomas screaming at that bully!” A clawed hand smacked him making him yelp and he looked in front of him to see Fear knelt in front of him with a look of understanding, a bitter smile on his face.

“ He’s right you know? You were only doing your job...you didnt realize how out of hand things would spiral and thats ok. How they reacted isnt your fault...”

They offered him a place to go, a place to thrive. Screw the others that refused to understand and stay with them. And Fear led them both deeper down the halls by the hand, making sure he didnt get lost

He was done standing down.

Someone needed to pay.

~ ~ ~

If he was honest, Wrath wasnt sure how long he sat outside the intrusive side’s shut door, sitting slumped against the opposing wall in a thick, deafening silence. It mustve been long enough for him to drift into an uneasy, restless sleep. His dreams filled up with memories of younger years, of pranks and scuffles and violent roughhousing the three of them got up to being on their own, of Remus making meals and running around frantic to keep both Anger and Fear from accidentally killing themselves or each other on something. Of Deceit hazily joining their trio, hesitant and quiet but able to snap back just as viciously and able to rough house back just as good as the rest of them after awhile. Of days filled with shrieks, squeals, bickering and shrilly laughter, of restless nights where they all broke into Remus’s room and dog piled on his bed to sleep. Of slowly growing up and watching Virgil come out of his quiet observance and transition from Fear to Anxiety and taking charge as a leader among them, of Remus stepping back and letting him with full confidence as his right hand and partner in crime in most cases. Of seeing Deceit come out of his terrified shell and blossom into a belovedly bitchy and...supposedly self assured side...of Virgil’s echoing screams that seem to reverberate through his very core...

He jolted awake at the sound of a door creaking, and sluggishly lifted his head to see a pair of familiar scuffled riding boots, laces fraying if you looked close enough. He lifted his gaze higher and soon locked onto tired green eyes that were dark and dull from exhaustion. Lifeless was a term he could describe those eyes with and that fact made him briefly queasy and cold. He looked tired, so very tired, and older. He was older than them both....but right now he looked much older than he was...There was a silence between them for a few moments that allowed Wrath to rouse himself up a little more.

“ Dessy....for all thats unholy...what’re you still doin out here dumbass? Did you stay there all night?”

‘Dessy’...‘ Des’ the nickname eased some of his shot nerves. Ever since they were kids they had joked that his name shouldve been “ Despair” instead of “ Daniel Williams” because of his very present pessimism and negative outlook. And soon it became so much more fitting that his nickname became “ Des” short for despair...or in Remus’s case “ Dessy” as he oh so enjoyed calling him. The annoying nickname was familiar though, and it helped him relax enough to speak. His voice was rough and awkwardly quiet in the small hallway, as if he’d been the one screaming.

“ I....wanted to make sure he’d be ok...” He trailed off, voice faltering with a clear shake. It sounded pathetic and weak to him.

But maybe, just this once pathetic and weak wasnt a bad thing. Because at the sound of his voice, and his dumb reason, Wrath saw some life flicker back into the older side’s eyes, some of their glow returning. Remus let out a tired, exasperated sigh and gave him a small sad smile, his expression softened into something sorrowful yet fond. That fondness, that softness sent warm tingling butterflies fluttering through his chest like it always did despite the grim circumstances. Remus let out a strained chuckle and shook his head, pulling his door shut with a quiet click.

“ He’s asleep now ya little Tasmanian devil...let him rest and we’ll check on him in a bit...now cmon, lets go make some breakfast and watch some movies or something....lets go up up.” With a grunt Des allowed himself to be heaved up by the armpits to his feet and didnt protest Remus wrapping an arm around him and guiding him down to the living room. He didnt want to see that pained exhaustion on his face...he needed to do something

and had a problem he was finally going to get rid of.

“ No Des you cant.”

There was that feeling as familiar to him as breathing bubbling in his chest, that hot smoldering feeling of anger or irritation igniting. It flushed out the cold he had been feeling in an unpleasant way but he ignored that part, pressing his palms flat on the table with a bit of force as he narrowed his orange eyes at the one across from him. He felt something like acid stinging his mouth and begging to be spilled free but he did as he usually did and grit his teeth to hold the worst of it at bay. Pushing it down. Holding back again.

“ Not again Remus. I refuse to just fucking sit back and do nothing again. They need to be taught a lesson! This is all their fault- all his fault--”

“ Even if it is so fucking what?! You blindly lashing out at them is only going to make things worse I can promise you that--”

“ Like hell it will!! They act like they can just walk all over us and treat us like fucking trash and cause things like last night and you think im lashing out blindly when--”

“ --When youre temper is as violent as a fucking feral mongoose--” “ Dont call me a fucking mongoose beetlejuice reject!!” “ Oh shut up and sit back down you twerp!!”

They went back and forth across the table, both their tempers and volumes raising as they fought. That bubbling feeling was twisting into a boiling, growing burning that began filling his chest and core. Why was Remus not agreeing with him for fucks sake--

His vision started tinging red.

“ Look brat you think I fucking like this?! You think im not pissed the fuck off?! Because I am! I’m beyond pissed off about this!! About the fact I know exact who and what caused Virgy’s breakdown and about the fact it happened at all!! I fucking get it!! But even I know you shouldnt just storm in there to take off trying to take off their fucking heads when youre too upset! Youre not thinking clearly enough for that kind of confrontation dammit im trying to protect you in this too!!” Remus’s words were loud, ruthless, and hard hitting. There were angry and forceful and made sense.

Plenty of sense.

And somehow that made him even angrier.

“ Oh? Ooooh! I get it, I fucking get it! Now that youve been sweetening up fucking logic youre suddenly the first to fucking defend them hurting our fucking best friend--”

“--oh for fucks sake bitch Logan has nothing to fucking do with this!! Im not fucking defending them either!! I swear to god im just trying to--” “ --to what huh?! Keep on his good side so you can get in his fucking pants?! Or so you can fucking push it aside and laugh about it later like one of them?!--” “ Goddammit you fucking stubborn brat you dont know what youre even talking about--” “ I dont know what im talking about?! I DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT?!?!” His voice rose much louder, his own trembling distortion coming out and getting spat at the side who had helped fucking raise him like venom.

“ I dont know what im talking about?!! You mean like how I NEVER seem to know what the fuck im talking about?! Like how Virgil never knows what hes talking about or how you never seem to know what youre fucking talking about when your talking to them?! God now youre even starting to sound like those pretentious bastards!! Dont know what im talking about?! What part do I not know what im talking about Intrusive Thoughts?! huh??!!” His breath was coming out in ragged, squeaking pants as his eyes began to burn “Which fucking part do I not fucking know?! The part where ive had to sit back and bottle up my rage at being pushed aside and degraded and judged and dismissed or having to sit back for fucking years and watch you and virgil get hurt and hurt and ignored and dismissed and talked down and insulted and broken and having to swallow my protests of it?! Or of knowing last night fucking happened because Deceit decided to fully live up to his fucking name and abandoned us for those bastards and left us alone without a second thought and got away with it?! Or the fucking fact youre too busy trying to bone down logic to even fucking care--!!”

Smack!

It came so fast he hadnt had time to prepare for it before his head was snapped to the side and pain exploding in his face, on the cheek near the jaw in particular as he staggered to the ground a good foot and his eyes eerily slow dragged themselves from looking at the kitchen cabinets to Remus, who still had his fist outstretched near where it had collided with his face, his chest heaving almost like his own was, eyes wild and just as angry before a flash of realization went through them.

“ ....Des....fuck...i...you...” Nothing too coherent came babbling out Remus’s mouth, he was still way too hoped up on anger fueled adrenaline. His fist was starting to tremble and Wrath watched his pupils dilate a few times in his attempt to calm down.

And then there was something like an explosion as that burning feeling warped into a raging fire and Wrath let out a infuriated, inhuman shriek and lunged for Remus with a full intent to rip out his stupid fucking throat as his rage consumed him.

The two fighting sides went crashing into the living room loudly nearly knocking over the couch in their wake, both of them screaming and Wrath inhumanly screeching in an almost reptilian manner as he clawed and punched wherever he could reach. Remus wasnt just lying down and taking it either, yelling in loud angry spats of soon unraveling nonsense as he fought back mercilessly, throwing the other into walls, into furniture, throwing punches and kicks of his own. But nothing seemed to slow the orange side down and he struck back with slowly growing claws and fangs and something sharp growing out of his hair, angry tears burning his eyes and his voice too warbled and distorted to even be understood anymore, both their forms twitching and subtly shifting and glowing as they tried to rip each other to shreds, things fluid dripping and twisting lashing out from Remus’s back. Remus was stronger, he always had been, but Wrath had a seemingly endless stream of fury and adrenaline that kept him getting back up and charging in for more, the room being wrecked between them. Maybe things would have gone too far if it hadnt been brought to a hard, screeching halt.

By the time they could both blink they were ripped away from each other, both now uselessly struggling as they were entangled in roughly restraining strings that glowed a eye straining, furious purple color and seemed to tighten and wrap around them more the more they fought and struggled for freedom. Their indecipherable words and incoherent screams where just as ruthlessly cut short as strings wrapped warningly around their throats, not tight enough to actually choke or hurt them, but firm enough to be very present and felt, their voices being quite literally silenced the moment it touched looped once and touched the spot over their vocal cords. There was a horrifically tense silence as their mouths moved in spat insults and screams that never made a sound.

“......that....that is enough out of both of you.”

Virgil’s voice cut through the room like a cleaver, the tone dead, cold, and just as pissed off as they were. At first they couldnt see him, manic eyes darting around until Wrath saw the Duke’s eyes trained on top of the stairs near the hallway, pupils down to small pinpricks. When he glared over in that direction he fully understood and felt all that anger draining and quickly turning into a queasy, cold dread that made him want to cower.

That radiation of fury, or bone chilling fear and a kind of suffocating anxiety that made it hard to breathe and a panic that made them both feel like they were perpetually falling and simultaneously drowning swept over the living room like a flood, the corners and ceilings slowly developing intricate pulsing webs or strings that seem to absorb the rooms light as Virgil stepped, no, half crawled down the stairs and into view. Both sets of eyes were visibly, the whites dyed a void like inky black where his brightly burning purple and green irises cut into them coldly. Something sharp and gleaming poked from his scowl and revealed themselves as fangs as his snarl curled his lips. His hood was up hiding most of his pale skin but couldnt hide the flecks and scatterings of void like, inky and purple spots dusting parts of his slowly purple tinging skin. His hands, snapping out from his sleeves to grip the stair railing were fully blotched in that void, fingers curling into razor sharp claws that strings hung stickily too. The eight dark appendages, opaque and gangly half carried him down faster than usual, the ends digging into the carpet as if for stability. A shrill hiss whistled through Anxiety’s teeth and the panic inducing feeling of being stared at at being excruciatingly examined came from every corner, growing worse and worse as he stalked closer with silent movements.

“ What....the actual fuck are you two doing.” The words with sharp edged and cold, tone flat and tired. They both just stared helplessly, unable to move or speak and both beginning to mindlessly panic. Virgil blinked and a gust of air like an exhale swepted through the room and....left no traces of those fearful horrified feelings in its wake. Both of their feet thudded mutedly against the carpeted floor as the strings released them and retreated back into nothing, disappearing from all around them as if they had never been there to begin with...the room never dimmer than it had started in the morning light and the three of them stood there in silence. Any hints of inhumanity were gone from Anxiety’s form, leaving his two still glowing eyes losing their luster and leaving dull annoyance behind, no fangs, no extra limbs, no claws, no void dotting his skin. When he spoke he took a slow breath, as if unable to breathe just like them.

“....I...I mean it you two...what. the actual fuck did you two wake me up with.” Even his voice had returned to normal, if not for a bit shaky and hoarse from last nights screaming. Wrath saw his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was tinged with blotchy pink and was puffy from crying and something clenched in his chest, thudding hard. He looked at Remus, who was panting from lack of breath, eyes dull and exhausted and pain filled again, injuries from their fight blaring from the blood decorating his body and clothes.

He had done that....he’d lost control again...

“ Im dont want to repeat myself a third fucking time. What the fuck did you--”

“ I...This is my fault I started it...” Both of them looked at him, gazes drilling into him. But he let his head drop as shame took over, choking him a little. This was his family and they were already hurting and look what he’d done-

“Oh piss off Dessperato. It aint only your fault I fucked up too. Look virgy we were both tired and coming off that dumb worry adrenaline shit and we started arguing...and we got waaaaaay too heated and decided to beat the living shit out of each other...sorry we woke you you were suppose to sleep later.” Virgil let out a sigh and rubbed his temples, pulling off his hood and shaking out his messy bedhead.

“ Is that all that happened? Im not deaf and the doors arent sound blockers...” “ Then why are you asking.” Virgil and Remus as a bit of a stare off before finally, for the first time that morning all the life slowly returned to his eyes and he gave a toothy, blood streaked grin and started to laugh. The other two looked at him like he had fully lost it. Then Virgil’s lips twitched up and Des rolled his eyes and failed to stop the grin spreading across his face or the chuckles that he managed to choke out. Within a few minutes all three of them were laughing on the messy living room floor half sprawled over each other and Jealously bemusedly deciding they werent capable of making breakfast and making it for them all instead. Des watched half delerious from his exhaustion as Remus cackled and kicked his leg, just to laugh more when he kicked back.

“ I swear to god no more violence out of you two or I swear I’ll...” Remus let out a snort and gripped the other’s chin between his fingers sensually tugging their faces closer with a smug grin

“ You’ll what Hot Topic? Lock me in the closet again? Or send me reeling with nightmares and hallucinations~ Oh please virgy baby I dare you too~” His tone was light and suggestive, quirking his eyebrows up teasingly for added effect. Virgil snorted and and grinned back leaning close as well.

“ Oh dont start teeempting me with those sweet talkins about hallucinations dr. Hideous~ I might just take you up on that...” Then he flicked his nose and shove him away, both of them laughing. Des was about to try to give them the time to themselves when Remus yanked him between them waggling his finger disapprovingly, making him whack the other’s shoulder with a affectionate “ fuck RIGHT off” and for awhile, in that growing morning light, things felt ok.

It had taken alot of talking, and another arguement almost breaking out between himself and virgil to convince him to back down from confronting the light sides violently. Virgil brought a surprising amount of identical points to remus, while also reminding him that reacting to violently will only make them ignore and dismiss him further. Des was very reluctant, and stubborn, but ultimately he trusted Virgil’s and Remus’s judgement. He trusted Virgil’s reasoning and that he was looking out for him- protecting him. So when he asked him, softly, to refrain from trying to handle it on my own and let him deal with it Des had agreed, obeying his request.

And then a real tipping point pushed him back over the edge.

It was a few weeks later. He remembered distinctly because the mindscape was abuzz with excitement, even the dark sides were effected by Thomas’s unbridled joy. But Virgil had said he was getting a bad feeling...and headed off to the main part of the mindscape that morning. Things were quiet after, calm even. At some point him and Remus had started playing cards, though Remus was blatantly cheating and they were bickering.

Things were fine...things were calm...

Then Virgil crashing into the living room breathing harshly and in the midst of a bad panic attack.

They both jumped up and Remus caught the other in his arms, trying to calm him down and figure out what happened. It took a long time and for awhile they only got bits and pieces out

Thomas

A callback, a big important one he and Roman were thrilled for

Patton, something with both Patton and Deceit

Neither of them agreeing but both of them fighting Virgil

some kind of important friend event on the same day

they had argued, they had fought, there had been yelling by the climax of it

Him and Roman went at each others throat despite the fact he had been trying to help roman’s cause

Deceit fought him alot too, trying to cut him off at every chance in a form of fear response, out of defense

Him and patton argued and fought badly for the first time since Thomas’s last breakup

He thought logan would try to see his side and be a neutral party

Logan was getting tug of warred into agreeing to arguments to push him out

They kept trying to shut him down and dismiss him, they stopped listening fairly

Virgil had to pull out a form shift in front of thomas

He had to use his influences and fear to get them to stop talking over him and twisting his words

it only made things worse, and arguments harsher

They rejected him and his attempts to help more

He started having a panic attack mid argument

He thought logan and patton tried to help but they were getting drowned out by Roman and Dee

There was so much yelling, things that should never be said got thrown

They told Virgil he never does anything but make Thomas worse

Thomas finally nearly screamed for them all to stop and half asked half pleaded for Virgil to just leave until everyone calmed down

He lashed out and hit someone, he wasnt even sure who before he fled, not hearing them yell after him. It mightve been patton, or thomas, or maybe logan

And then his panic attack got worse and neither of them could get another understandable word from him.

In the end Remus eventually got him called down, after a good couple hours of trying, and it took everything in Wrath not to scream and destroy the room.

All Virgil did was try to help, and look what their....their bullshit left him. He was beyond seething at this point, he was fuming he was downright practically breathing fire and shaking from the effort to keep himself still. Remus gave him a cautious warning look, as if he was sizing up one of his many monsters in the imagination and debating if it would kill him or not and Virgil lifted his head to choke out for him to stand down, and to not do anything. Wrath had nodded silently and waited, watching Remus help him upstairs to his room to grab his headphones, and hopefully calm down more. Once they were out of sight he made a decision. He knew the consequences of it, knew theyd both be furious and Virgil would make hell for him for it. But none of that mattered to him

For the first time in many many years...he disobeyed Anxiety’s direct request.

It took a few days to find an opening, but once he saw one he took it, rising up in the big main living room, unknowingly in the middle of a video brainstorm.

Wrath always seemed to appear near the couch, between Roman and Thomas. Just seeing them made his blood boil more than it had been.

It was easy to say he scared the shit out of most of them by just appearing, his entire presence sucking the air from the room and making it hot and tense, a cracked dam waiting to break. Itd been months since he’d seen them face to face, and for a moment his senses got overwhelmed by everything.

But he let that fuel his anger further and he growled for them to fess up. Which one had said it. Roman had of course jumped to the defensive of his friends and that was all Wrath needed.

He lost it, pointing and yelling and accusing Roman. Blaming him for it. Roman didnt back down and fought back, and the fight only seemed to worsen. The others tried to interject, and maybe if Wrath’s vision hadnt been blood red from his fury he wouldve seen they were trying to diffuse the situation and calm things down, talk things out. But he ignored that, whipping around and lashing out at them too

“ Wrath you need to step back and take a deep breath! Youre getting irrational!”

“ Wrath kiddo please we dont have to yell and scream about this Logan’s right lets all take a deep breath ok?”

“ Like hell! Im not going to just let him force his way in here and yell and scream and pretend its ok and we can talk!”

“ Roman please!” “ro stop getting angry back is just making all of it worse the others are right we need to be calm or we’ll never get through to him.”

That voice. Silken and soaked with caution. He whirled around on Deceit and snarled pinning him to the wall without thinking.

“ This is all your fucking fault! Youre the reason they keeping hurting and virgil has breakdowns that put him out of commission for days!! Youre part of the reason Remus locks himself away beating himself up. they trusted you!! We all trusted you and you decided to fuck us over and throw us out like trash!! Was it worth it?!?! Was being here worth breaking the people you grew up with you and loved you?! Well?!” There was yelling around them, and he thought briefly he heard Remus’s and Virgil’s voices behind him as well. But now all that anger, that pushed down bitterness and resentment finally had a target and he couldnt focus on anything else. He didnt even heard Deceits struggling answer as he tried to claw him off, his different eyes wide and his mouth moving in words that werent registering.

“ -youre right ok?! Fuck youre not right at all--fuck fuck I get it youre angry and I fucked up with this, this isnt my fault and I havent been trying to figure out ways to fix it! I totally havent been beating myself up for what happened a few days ago with virgil and I dont regret it ok--” THe words blended together in his head, there were hands on his shoulders ripping him away the the freaked out snake and shoving him into the couch. He snarled but froze when he realized He was staring at the very formal business end of Remus’s morning star, inched from his nose and Remus standing over him with a dark look over his face...dark and upset The red faded from his vision and he blinked rapidly, eyes burning again and jaw aching from how hard he’d been clenching it or from yelling he honestly couldnt even tell anymore. From behind Remus stood both Logan and Virgil, side by side speaking in rapid low voices he couldnt decipher. Behind them he caught of glimpse of Roman and Patton both kneeling on the floor, fretting over a still freaked out Deceit as Jealously offered to help him up. Wrath was struggling to breathe, his body twitching and shaky from the quickly fading adrenaline. Soon he was left feeling cold and sick of himself, staring at Remus with just as wide and wild eyes.

“ Easy....easy spitfire....youre...just breathe for me ok?” He couldnt even nod, he couldnt move. He vageuely noticed Virgil and Logan both looking at him before the morning star was gone and Logan was in front of him, hands palm up in a non-threatening manner.

“ Wrath can you hear me? Good...just listen to my voice...I need you to name me five things you can see.” He blinked rapidly and barely heard Remus’s and Virgil’s murmurs of reassurance. Or maybe Virgil’s was more quiet talking, as he was standing at Patton’ side like the normally bubbly side’s shadow.

“u...uuh....y..youre tie...r-remus’s outfit....the stairs...the others...and the Roman’s s-sword...” Logan gave a nod, slowly kneeling in front of him with a calm, leveled expression that helped him focus more.

“ Good, now four things you can touch. Take your time Wrath.” He flexed his fingers, more of a twitch really as his breathing began to even out slowly. “ Um...My jacket...the couch...my jeans...uh...t..the carpet?” He nodded again through his faltered stammering as the deepness faded.

“ Three things you can hear?” He blinked again and listened for a moment.

“ .....your voice...Remus’s voice...the others...” “ Two things you can smell, remember take your time.” “ Bacon...from breakfast...and someones cologne..” A small smile came to his face as he adjusted his glasses in slow noticeable motions.

“ Just just 1 thing you can taste.” He managed to smack his lips once and his face screwed up at the taste lingering in his mouth.

“ ....acidic bile...” Both their brows furrowed a little but when Logan looked over his shoulder Remus shrugged at the silent question.

“Probably needs to puke Dr. Maywhoo.” Logan sighed at the nickname and turned back to him, holding up his hands a little.

“ Now, Wrath Id life for you to unclench your jaw, roll and relax your shoulders, loosen your posture if you can, uncurl your fingers and exhale please.” He blinked and slowly did as instructed, not realizing until then that he was wound up like a jack in the box. His jaw ached as he unclenched it and his shoulders slumped heavily as he relaxed, fingers sore from apparently being curled into firsts for so long, small red lines in his palms from his nails. He felt calmer, drained and upset, but calm.

“ Logan, Remus.” He looked past them to see virgil standing up tall, if not awkwardly, besides Roman and watching them with a hard to read look.

“ I...think sitting down and calmly talking...is now long overdue.”

~~~~~

Hours later Wrath Des found himself on the mindscapes main couch tiredly nestled besides a dozed off Jealousy Jacob and a cheerfully talking Patton. They had spent hours haphazardly strewn around the very room, just...talking and discussing and airing years worth of grievences. It wasnt easy, and things were no where near fixed or completely repaired. But, there were many small positive steps taken in that direction...and things were lighter and better as they stood at a better understanding of each other. Things werent perfect, and in the back of his mind he could list everything that could fuck up and send them back spiraling. Yet he didnt want to ruin what...whatever it was happening as dinner was cooked. Logan, Remus, and Virgil all sat together on the other side of the couch chatting among themselves and with Patton as they tried to decide on a movie and played candyland. In the kitchen he could hear Roman and Deceit cooking and giggling with each other, trying to outdo each other with some dumb food based pick up lines. But they sounded happy, so many it wasnt that dumb...Des watched them play candyland, staying relatively quiet aside from answering questions and jabs sent his way. It was comfortable and relaxed, and Des couldnt help but yawn. Without noticing , he ended up resting his head on Patton’s clearly unoccupied and underutilized shoulder as his eyes drooped shut. He felt Patton jump a little before slowly relaxing, and he didnt even need to open his eyes to flip Remus off as he let out an overly exaggerated coo at the motion letting himself relax. Patton smelled good he decided. Like fabric softener and baked goods and some kind of spice...Des also decided that the blurry sight of the trio next to them, with Remus’s legs draped across Logan and Virgil’s laps and one hand playing with Virgils messy hair as he sat on Logan’s right and Virgil contently and fully relaxed into Logan’s left side, head resting in the crook of his neck and his hand laced with the logical side’s unused hand as they played was also good. The sound of Jacobs soft snores was soothing and the joyful flirty voices in the kitchen blended into it well when combined with Pattons soft humming. If this was how things would be more often....he’d learn to add a little more patience to his supply of the stuff....

And maybe for once he didnt have to be negative, with no more tension for now to be broken.

The end.

Ok holy shit its finally finished!! This was over 7k goddamn words of emotion and holy shit was it a rollercoaster to write

THis is what happened when I wake up before 5 in the morning after not being able to sleep much...I apparently bust out 15 whole pages worth of words

Now....to go do my chores real quick and go pass the fuck out for an hour or two of sleep

I hope you guys liked it!!!

taglist

@phantommoonpeople @sweetsweetemo @leesacrakon @amazable01 @strawberryjellystuff @heyhelloitsk @jemthebookworm @max-is-tired @seriously-a-dragon @sar-kasstic @soupspam @riarities @yalltookmyurlideas @unsocialchapeau @hyperions-stallion @aqua-mazing @pancakewithamace @dee-ree-vee @sensibleghost @ro-roowo @baby-duck-boy @wack-ismygender

204 notes · View notes

marauder-exe · 4 years

Text

Couch- Sirius Black x Reader

Request: Hi sweets! I was wondering I could make a request for Sirius with the prompts 2, 9, 59, 71? Sorry if it's too many! Also, if the reader could be in Ravenclaw please? Thanks anyway 💓

Prompts: 2.“I love him/her, and I know that I shouldn’t.”

9.“You’re safe here, I got you.”

59.“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

71.“Are you really flirting with me right now?”

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: i know sirius’ speech is very long and dramatic, but so is sirius so it fits :)

You and Sirius both realised you loved each other around a similar time, there was that defining moment, between you two, that really set it all into perspective, about how much you cared for each other. You two where sat in the Ravenclaw common room, Sirius having snook into the common room earlier that evening. You had threatened to hex any of your classmates, who found out you where sneaking Sirius in, if they where to tell on you two. You two where just lay on the couch, midnight quickly approaching, the common room was desolate and quiet. You where asleep sound, looking perfect to Sirius, but he had no idea of the fears that where plaguing your dreams. You twitched. Sirius tried stroking your hair, knowing that always calmed you down, but right now, you weren't convinced anything could calm you down.

You rounded the corner of Grimmuald Place, looking for Sirius. He had always said you two would fight this battle together. You spent 6 years side by side, and you where going out together. A flash of light came from the hallway, followed by a strained scream. You immediately ran to the source of the chaos. What you saw was something you never wanted to see. Sirius. Dead. It wasn't possible. It-it couldn't be. He was right there just a minute ago. Why? Why was this happening? Why was this happening to you guys of all people? You just screamed. Screamed louder than you ever had in your life. Screamed so loud, your throat burned and your lungs ached. You grabbed Sirius collar and cried.

“(Y/N)”

“SIRIUS!”

“(Y/N)! Wake up!”. Your eyes shot open and you bolted upright, almost knocking Sirius in the face. Tears had flooded your face during your nightmare. You didn't realise yo had been screaming during your sleep. Your breaths where shallow and your eyes are wide. You turned toward Sirius. Sirius. He was still alive. He was still here. He was still your Siri. You clung onto him, sobbing into his white shirt, leaving mascara stains.

“You’re safe here, I got you.” He whispered as he stoked your hair. “Its Sirius, im still here, your not getting rid of me that easy, just take deep breaths” He smiled, breathing in and out deeply, asking you to follow him. It took around 20 minutes for you to calm down and your heart rate to return to normal. During that time, Sirius had sprinted down to the kitchens, even though it was close to midnight, to get you two some hot chocolate. You where worried he was gonna get caught, but he didn't mind. Hell, that boy would go to the ends of the earth for you, even the ends of the galaxy. He had returned a few minutes later and you two got cuddled up on the couch, one arm around your waist and the other under your head. You where facing him, half asleep, a peaceful look on your face.

“Darling, ya know you are very endearing when you are half-asleep.” He gave a lopsided smile and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Are you really flirting with me right now?” You giggled. “ive, not even half an hour ago, had a nightmare about you kicking the bucket, and now your flirting with me?” You broke out into fierce laughter.

“What? I took the opportunity” He also broke into laughter. The laughing died down after a few minutes, and you stared into Sirius eyes until you drifted off to sleep.

Around an hour later, Sirius still hadn't fallen asleep. He wanted to be awake in case you had another nightmare. Well that's what he told himself anyway. He also really needed to use the bathroom, but he had absolutely no clue where it was. He slowly got up from the couch, trying not to disturb you, and wandered up the stairs to see if he could locate a bathroom anywhere. What he didn't expect to see however was a boy, stood leaning against the top of the stairs, right by the bathroom. Sirius had seen him before, he hung around with you a lot. But what was he doing, stood near the stairs at 1 in the morning.

“Blake.” He greeted.

“Its Black.” Sirius corrected. Wow this was tense.

“Whatever anyway, Bloom” Sirius grumbled at the repeated misuse of his name. “Why are you hanging around with (Y/N) so much?” Was this man stupid, Sirius thought.

“What do you mean? We've been friends for the last 6 years? Any of that ring a bell?” Sirius was absolutely baffled, what was he trying to insinuate?

“Right. Are you sure your not just using her? She's not another one of your little toys is she?” The Cheek on this man.

“Im not like that any more.” Sirius stated holding his ground.

“right, so all the flirting? You mean that?” He challenged.

“Of course I do, you babbling idiot.” Sirius was getting heated, how dare this bozo insinuate that he was just using you, the woman he loved.

“Well you shouldn't, she's not the one for you. She is the Ravenclaw princess, she's never done anything wrong a day in her life. Straight A’s, tutoring students, prefect, on her way to head girl. And you. Renowned Gryffindor Playboy. Never had a day without a detention, go through girls like their pieces of paper. Its a pity she fell for you in the first place. As his speech halted, Sirius’ heart sped up, she felt the same? That couldn't be true, no way. Everything her friend said was true, why would the Ravenclaw princess want to be with him?

“ Look, I love her, and I know that I shouldn’t.” He huffed as her friends face. “She's the Ravenclaw princess and im just Sirius, I get it.”

“Sirius” Her friend chimed in a warning tone but he didn't listen.

“i get it. But I cant stop im addicted to that girl, she's like a drug and I really cant get enough.” Her friend let out another whisper of ‘Sirius!’ but again he didn't listen. He just kept rambling. “ Ever since the day I met her I was enchanted, but I couldn't have her, so I used people. And that made me a horrible person. And I realised I needed to stop, so I did. Listen, I love every single little thing about her. And im not someone who says that lightly. I love when she twitches in her sleep, when she takes endless amounts of photos, and has worn odd socks every single day since I met her. That woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break even if I wanted to. And there have been times ive wanted it. Its been crazy, its been painful, but I don't think I could stop loving her any more than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irrevocably, in love with her. More than she knows”

“That was cute and all but are you gonna listen to me know?” He questioned and raised an eyebrow, looking behind Sirius. He spun round, and there he saw you. More tears rolling down your cheeks than he had ever seen in his life. Even more than the first time you saw your puppy. He swallowed hard.

“Did you hear all that?” My god he prayed you didn't. You just nodded. He just rushed to you and started babbling.

“Do you want me to pretend like this never happened?” He questioned, although he wasn't sure he wanted to hear.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

#sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black fanfiction #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction

165 notes · View notes

arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

Note

Hellooo, me again, I'm sorry to keep pestering ^--^ I was wondering if you would be willing to write a fic where Arthur's s/o is on doctor-prescribed bed rest for whatever reason and Arthur wants to take care of them (making them food/running to the store for them/comforting them through pain)? I have chronic but severe pain that makes me need to rest a lot and the idea of Arthur actually WANTING to take care of someone makes me ^--^

Heyyyyy Sabrina :) Thank you soooo sooo much for your request and why on earth would you ever apologize for making a request ? OMG. I appreciate your messages and asks so much! This is the result and I really really hope you like it.

Arthur taking care of you during “this time of the month”

Your hand reached out for the soft skin of Arthurs arm. You needed it wrapped around you tight. So tight it would ease the pain a bit. Arthurs skin on yours always eased the pain. The warmth of his body was the best medicine you could think of. It was this time of the month again when your body will torture you with serveral pain and cramps until you got too weak and tired to even go out of bed. Waking up from bad pains in your lower belly made you desperately search for Arthur under the sheets. Your eyes still closed, trying to breathe through the pain. "Arthur?" you whispered in the dark of the bedroom. The only thing your hand reached was Arthurs light blue pillow, still warm from him sleeping on it. You rolled up to his side of the bed and pressed your face into his pillow. You loved how his warmth was still holding on to the fabric. Or was it the farbric holding on to his warmth? Trying to make him stay? To make the remains of his body heath a ghost, lingering on the pillows and sheets? To proof that he just left some minutes ago? That he will be right back because this was his save place. Right here with you. Where the warmth of your body mixes with his. To become one bundle of comfort.

You rubbed your face into it. There was not just the warmth that remained but teh smell of his hair. A deep breath in made you feel like you just buried your face into the crook of his neck, except the sensation of his curls tickeling your nose was missing.

"Arthur?" you called out his name like a prayer. Like he would be right there when you call for him. And he was.

"Y/N? Hey....Good morning, sweetheart!"

"Arthur, I`m in so much pain..." you whimpered, while you abdomen felt like someone tried to tear it apart.

Arthur immediately got up on the ebd to cuddle you from behind "Oh no! Whats wrong?" "Those horrible cramps again. I can barely move...."

Arthur pulled you closer to his naked chest. He was still in his Pjs. "Oh baby. Remember what the doctor said. You need to rest and stay in bed when this happens. Did you already took some pain killers by now?"

You shook your head "No, it just started. But I feel that its getting bad".

Arthur hurried, telling you that he will be right back.

He seemed a bit overwhelmed by this. He never had a girlfriend before and this was new to him. You have been together for some months now and he realized that what you were going through each month wasnt fun. He was always getting a bit nervous when he saw you struggeling. Worried about if he was doing everything right to help you with the pain, which was teh sweetest thing to wittness. Your ex boyfriend never payed any attention to this kind of struggle. But Arthur took it very seriously. He couldnt stand it to see you in this condition. So he tried to hide the fact that he felt a little helpless.

Arthur came back with some pain killers and a glass of water. "Here, take these. These are the ones the doctor perscripted you last time we visited him". He gently stoke the back of your head as you swallowed them down with a sip of water. "Thank you, Arthur. I can barely stand up...."

"Then dont. Just stay in bed and rest, okay? I can get anything for you if you need something. Just let me know."

You nodded before you fell back into the pillow. His one. The one that smelled like home and comfort. You heavily breathed into it. Trying to concentrate on relaxing but it seemed impossible. "The pills will ease the pan soon" . He had no idea that his soothing voice was much of a beter helper.

You body twitched.

"Oh darling. Is it that bad?" Arthurs hand reached under your shirt to caress your belly as you curled yourself up into a ball. His fingers tenderly moving in circles while you just tried to breathe calmly.

"It is.....can you.....please just....lie here with me and wrap your arms around me? " You just had to feel him close to you now. Otherwise you would fall apart.

"Y/N....what a question. Sure. But first I gotta call my boss and tell him that I will stay away from work today."

"What? Arthur but....you cant do that. You know that Hoyt is going to be pissed."

"So what?" Arhur stood up to grab the phone "I dont care. I won`t leave you alone in this condition. I will stay right here with you and make sure you have anything you need."

As soon as Hoyt was on the phone, he told him he was on some new meds and they made him so sick to the stomach its impossible for him to leave his bed today. it was not possible for you to make out what Hoyts answer was like, but Arthur hung up the phone, rolling his eyes.

"He was mad, wasnt he?" you asked, trying to drink some water without throwing up.

"Forget about him. He will calm down. He`s just being Hoyt. One of my workmates can jum in for me today. " He crawled back on the bed, looking so lovable in his pajamas and messy morning hair.

"The kids will miss their cute Carnival. They need him."

"You need me more"

"Good point!" you replied, pulling him closer.

"Carnival can show you a lil dance later if you want. He`ll make anything to make you forget the pain."

You smiled "I know he would."

Arthur spooned you from behind so he`s got his hands free to caress your belly "Where does it hurt the most?" he asked. His fingers doing their magic. Sometimes you swore he had healing hands.

"Everywhere....on the inside, you know?"

"I wish I could crawl right into you and ease the pain from inside".

You angled your head to kiss him on the lips.Just to get a taste of him.

"I think I gotta go to the bathroom. I havent even brushed my teeth since I woke up.

"I dont care. Stay here. "

The tip of Arthurs nose traveled up and down your neck.

"Arthur?"

"Huh?"

"Can I put on your brown cardigan? I think it might help me calming down until the meds show results".

Arthur bend forwards to grab his worn out cardigan which was lying on the floor. He asked you to sit up and helped you to get in it. A smile was crossing his face. This meant much to him. Knowing that his old clothes gave you comfort.

"Better?" he asked.

"A lot, Arthur. Thank you."

"Is there anything I can do for you? A tea? A hot watter bottle? Please let me know." The way Arthur wanted to take care of you filled your heart with so much love. He wasnt doing this because he had to ,but because he wanted to. It meant something to him, to have someone to take care of. Someone who appreciated him being there and caring. Helping other people with feeling better had the same effect on him than making people smile by telling jokes. It filled his heavy heart with joy and made it lighter.

Arthur wanted other people to need him. Especially the ones close to him. He loved to be needed and wanted in any way. He never thought his hands would help someone feeling better. He never thought his voice would be heard by someone who loved the sound of it. All his life Arthur wished for someone to crave him. To long for his presence. And now he was able to help you. Just by being here. Being able to help made him feel important to someone.

But this wasnt just about him. he loved you with all his senses and seeing you being in pain was unbearable for him. He tried to get rid of the feeling of being helpless and worried by asking you what else he could do for you.

"Um...maybe both?" you giggled, realizing that the pain has gottan at least a little bit better for now. Sure of the fact that it wasnt because of the meds but because of him.

"Alright. So a tea and a hot watter bottle " he nodded, running his fingers through his curly hair "Anything else? Like....do you think you can eat something? Or....?"

"Um....I`m not sure. I´m sick to the stomach...."

Arthur stroke your cheek. He knew this feeling too well.

"The only thing I can think of are these small pretzels ....."

Arthur laughed out loud as he lit himself a cig "You really want pretzels right now?"

"Yeah...." now you had to laugh,too. Almost forgetting about the pain for a moment.

Arthur inhaled the smoke, the cig tugged between his mischievous smirk. "One moment, honey". He walked to the kitchen, into the bathroom and came back with a hot water bottle and a hot cup of tea. He placed the water bottle on your belly "I hope this will help you relax. We dont have any pretzles anymore I`m afraid. I ate the last one the other morning.I`m sorry".

"Oh Artie, dont ever be sorry for eating. I`m so happy everytime I watch you eat something. Arthur put his shoes and hoodie on "You knwo what? There is this store just two blocks away and they sell those things. I will go get some for you okay? I`ll be right back!"

"Oh you really dont have to...."

"I willl hurry up, I promoise!"

"I only let you go when you promise me you will eat one,too."

Arthur leaned in to give you a sloppy kiss on teh forehead. He smelled like cigarettes. "I promise".

When Arthur was out the door you buried yourself in his pillow again. Thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like him on your side and how little the others knew about him.

Arthur met many people in his life, especially while working. He was always meeting them on birthday partys, hospitals and other events. But they never really got in touch with him. What a pity. To them he was eighter just the party clown or the mysterious, shy man in the background. They had no idea what they missed out on.

You were lucky enough to know him. To know what a wonderful lover he was. And it was obvious that Arthur would be an amazing friend if people would just give him a chance and try to take a closer look. A look behind the laughter that they tought was weird or creepy.

You felt the heath of the water bottle calming your muscles but it didnt had the same magical effect as Arthurs body heath. A deep sigh escaped your lips.

Maybe it wasnt just luck. Maybe it was because you saw him. His true self. And now his hands belonged to you. The gentleness of his touch, the softness of his skin, the warmth of his body at night, his lips, his dreams and hopes and darkest fears. It was all yours now and you embraced it with everything that was you.

It didnt took long until you`ve heard the keys in the lock. Which was a relief because you already felt the pain getting worse after he was gone for 5 minutes.

"I`m back with the pretzels!" his voice sounded like a humm as he threw a whole bag of it on the bed and got rid of his hoodie and shoes.

"Arthur. You forgot to change your pants." you chuckled.

He looked downon himself, realizing that he was leaving the house in his PJs "Oh!" he shrugged "Too late now I guess". He checked his hair like he always did when he got out of his hoodie.

"You`ve been okay?"

"Yeah"

Arthur opened the brown paper bag and fed you one of the pretzels. Just one bite and another. You had to go real slow to not get sick. Now you knew how Arthur felt about eating every day.

"Thank you Artie. You`re the best boyfriend a girl can wish for!"

His cheeks turned pink as you also fed him one and he bit off a small piece.

"You also gotta eat something, Arthur"

"Yeah but you too" he added as both of you kept feeding each other the smallest pieces.

After there were two less pretzels in the bag, you kissed each other on the mouth and layed down again. His naked toes playfully touching the back of your foot.

Another cramp again.

"You`re muscles are so tense" Arthur noticed. C`mon. Lets see how i can help."

He disappeared under the green blanket and rolled up the cardigan just enough to place some soft kisses on your lower belly.

"Does it help?" he whispered between the open mouth kisses.

"Oh yeah....a lot!" you breathed through the pain, which was getting better with every touch of Arthurs lips.

"I could do this forever" he added "I can taste the love you hold for me. Its right there....on the surface of your skin. Its right there waiting for me to taste it .... Does that sound crazy?"

You couldnt see his face, because he was covered with the sheets but you knew he was making a serious face asking you this.

"Not at all, Arthur. It sounds wonderful. "

Arthur compleately crawled under the blanket now and positioned himself over you. Supporting himself with his elbows so you didnt had to carry the weight of his body on your aching belly.

"I love you so much" he muttered into your messy hair.

"Dito!" you replied.

"Now get some sleep, baby. I`ll be right here when you wake up...Or....maybe Carnival will take my place to cheer you up, who knows?"

You smiled right before you drifted into a painless sleep. Dreaming of the most caring clown with the biggest green wig and the purest heart imaginable.

#joker #joaquinphoenix #arthur fleck #arthurfleck #dc #joker movie #joker 2019 #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #joker imagine #joker fanfiction #arthur fleck fanfiction #arthur fleck fanfic #joker fanfic #artgur fleck x reader #joker x reader #artgur fleck x you #joker x you

21 notes · View notes

mother-snake · 4 years

Text

self-destruction pt.1

(welcome to a new series! this will be angsty... but thats to be accepted by now...) tags: @idkanameatall warnings: self-hurt, crying, tears. general angst thrown out the window words:4646 next: n/a

-janus wakes up to a voice in his head he hasnt heard since the day he was created. things can only go down hill from there, cant they?-

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

Nothing had been okay for a while. And no one had realised how much it had been affecting a certain side. the split… Virgil leaving… Remus leaving…

And now he was alone. Something he wished he never was. it had hurt to wake up each morning and make breakfast, only to call on Remus to remember that he was gone. he didn’t know how long he cried when the deep green door wasn’t in its place. The three dark sides had promised each other that no one would be left behind… yet… here he was.

Alone, cold and done. The lines on his arms showing the pain that seemed to break over the surface. maybe that’s why it hadn’t been such a surprise when he woke up late one day, a heavy weight draping over him.

He had laid there for a while before standing up to at least make himself look presentable despite the fact no one was there… old habits die hard.

And when he looked into the mirror. He had been surprised. His once shiny brown hair was duller, grey streaks mixed in, making him look like he had aged years over night. even his scales had matched his grey hair, just darker… his eye was still yellow. Just duller.

He stared at his reflection curiously. Reaching up and running his had along his scales. He flinched as he felt how cold they were. Not warm like they used to be. But now ice cold.

Then he froze in place. A small voice. One he had not heard since the day he was created. But it had stuck with him. And it spoke something that sent a shiver down his back.

“I’m sorry self-destruction,”

And just like that…it was gone.

Had that really been what had happened… had his core shifted? Become something new? this… wasn’t like a split. He would have known if there was one present. Anyone would have.

A weak smile grew on his face. he truly had changed. There was no way the others could trust him when he looked even more like a villain.

he looked around his room. Nothing had changed much to his confusion. Everything was still bright yellow and pitch black.

His eyes landed on his hat. He walked over and picked it up. he brought it up to his chest and held it tight. it was a gift. From the one person who hadn’t deliberately left him. The one gift he had ever gotten… and it had been from Romulus.

He placed it back on his vanity. It was time to retire the hat… things were changing. And maybe it was time to start from fresh. Completely.

“just listen to me!” he jumped at the voice that screamed in his head with such agony. this… was Logan’s voice? What?

He felt himself sinking down before he knew what was happening. Drawn like a moth to a flame. His mind reeling from the sudden noise and overwhelming sensation of sadness that had swept over him.

When he arrived. he had been rather surprised. He was in Logan’s room. The walls covered in graphs and papers. It was bigger than his room. Almost double.

His eyes landed on a figure hunched over at a desk. The light sound of tears made his heart ache. But… that was it. he didn’t seem to care as much as he used to. Maybe it was the lack of feeling in his chest.

“Logan?” he said. the logical side seemed to tense at the spoken word. “Logan, are you alright?” Janus said as he made his way over, trying to avoid knocking over the several towers of books.

Logan took a breath and looked over to where the deceitful side was. he blinked and rubbed his eyes… what the… what had happened?

He wasn’t sure what to focus on really.

His hair, scales, eye or the thin lines on his arms that were scabbed and fading. “Janus… what happened to you?” he said as he stared at the other. “that’s not why I’m here,” Janus stated coldly, sending a shiver up Logan’s spine, “I want to know if you’re alright.”

“I… I am fine Janus, I assure you?” “really then?” he said as his lips twitched up, “so you’re not bothered by the fact the others wont listen to you then?”

Logan froze as he turned back to his computer. “what?” his head snapped over to look at the other.

“you’re being ignored by everyone… and its causing you stress. But instead of facing it, you’re over working yourself,” Janus stated. “why do you care deceit,” he spat back. “one, that’s not my title… two because I care. If Thomas’s logic burned himself out due to over working, things could get bad. That and despite the fact you say you have no emotions; there you were not just five minuets ago crying due to the others not listening and messing up the schedule.”

Logan was at a loss for words. He glared at the snake. “falsehood,” he said as he stood up, “im logic. Emotions don’t matter to me. they only get in the way. if this is an attempt to make me join the dark side, I suggest you leave.” he glared at the other. Anger boiling in his chest.

“go talk to the others,” Janus muttered as he cast his eyes away, “tell them that they are making you work over time. That’s all I want to say.”

The small smile was replaced with a blank stare. And he was gone just as quickly as he had come. leaving a puzzled Logan in place. Wondering one thing. what had he meant by deceit no longer being his title…

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

Janus sunk to his knees when he arrived back in his room. Silent gasps filled the air as tears poured from his eyes. he thought that maybe Logan would be able to see past all he had done. Think logically about why he was there in the first place.

He guessed wrong. And the words that had fallen out of Logan’s mouth were like knives to his soul. He would be telling the truth when he said that it had taken so much energy not to break down at his words then and there.

Why had it hurt so much? was it because after several weeks of being alone, that was the first thing anyone had said to him? or was it because of his new core… he didn’t know. But he just wanted to stop crying.

it had taken half an hour before he stopped crying. He moved himself off the floor and onto his bed. he laid sprawled out, weakly holding onto the blanket under him. Burying into the fluff and warmth.

Little to no energy left. The lack of sleep from the previous night getting to him, making it hard to keep his eyes open. soon he caved in, grasping onto the sleep.

Logan had been concerned, the more he thought about what Janus had said. and it was slowly getting to him. “Logan? Are you alright?” Patton asked.

Ah. He was just staring at his toast. Had he been so caught up in thought? “after breakfast I would like to talk to you all, if that’s alright. But I will have something to do first,” he sighed, slumping his shoulders. “of course! But may I ask why you’d like to talk to us dear nerd?” roman asked. “it’s about the schedule. With everything that keeps coming up I’m constantly trying to fix it. and at the minuet I don’t know how Thomas is going to get everything done,” “so you need help cutting some things out?” Virgil said as he took a sip from a purple cup. “basically… yes.” “no problem specks,” Virgil said as he shrugged his shoulders.

“anyways, where will you be going?” “ah… I will be visiting Janus later,” roman and Virgil froze at his words. “why?” roman said with a raised eyebrow. “he… was the one to bring up the fact I was burning myself out. I said some harsh things. I also have a question to ask him.”

The other four sides looked between each other with confusion and worry.

He was outside Janus’s door sooner than he would have liked. But he was okay with that. Patton had sent him away with a box of cookies for the snake. Worried about him as they hadn’t spoken since the Lilly-Patton incident. he unconsciously rubbed his neck.

He sent three sharp knocks on the door. But much to his surprise, the movement had pushed the door open, the deceitful side must not have closed the door properly.

He nudged it open just enough to peek inside. A sharp pain filled his heart as he saw Janus sprawled on the bed that sat in the furthest corner of the room. another thing he realised was just how cold it was. like an icy blanket that covered the entire room.

He entered cautiously, placing the tub of cookies down by Janus’s hat. he looked over to the sleeping side with worry. He had never seen him looking so peaceful. It was kind of worrying truthfully.

He summoned a blanket and draped it over Janus, hoping it would keep him warm for now. he reached into his pocket. A small sorry letter he had written in case Janus wasn’t in. but sleeping was also another reason he hadn’t thought about.

He placed it at the end of the bed. Hoping the other would find it when he woke up. and if he didn’t, that wouldn’t stop him from apologising in person. he knew when he was wrong about something. And he knew he was wrong to say the things he had.

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease.

He had been surprised when he was slowly waking up. something warm was covering him like the worlds best hug. He would be lying if he said he didn’t pull it further over himself.

But as he slowly woke up, he cracked his eyes open and almost broke. He stared at the blanket that was covering himself only to see the deep blue colour. Logan had been here?

He sat up quickly, scanning his room quickly to see if the side was there. Not to his surprise… he wasn’t there. his alarm clock told him he had been asleep for a while. Lunch rolling around the corner soon.

He pulled the blue blanket over his shoulders and tied the ends like a cape. He forgot how cold he was for a couple seconds.

He looked over to his hat, a small plastic box sitting next to it. a small part of him thought he was asleep. There was no way that a light side would willingly come over… right?

He picked up the container and opened it up. chocolate chip cookies stared back at him. yes… he was definitely still asleep. There was no other way this was happening. Yeah… he would wake up in a couple seconds and he would be alone once again. None of this would be here.

He sighed and reached into the box, pulling out a cookie. a tiny smile formed on his face. he knew Logan couldn’t cook. So, there was a high chance that it was Patton’s or romans cooking.

He placed it back into the box and closed it over. But he held the container in his hands a little longer before placing it down.

Any warmth that had filled him before seemed to dull down as he realised that despite everything. He was still alone. For all he knew they were doing this to keep him away for a while longer…

“why can’t I do anything right!” the voice yelled in his mind. this one he could tell was Patton’s.

He sighed. Today was going to be a long day. He could already tell. he snapped his fingers and changed out of his pyjamas and into something else.

Black dress pants and a yellow button up. his caplet draped over his shoulders. Logan’s blanket still tied around himself like a cape.

And soon he found himself sinking down.

Let's say we up and left this town, And turned our future upside down. We'll make pretend that you and me, Lived ever after happily.

Janus arrived in the light side’s kitchen. Patton stood staring at the wall. he let out a cough, grabbing Patton attention almost immediately. “oh! Hello Jan- “he cut himself off as he looked at the snake with shock, “you…seem to have changed quite a bit there,”

Janus simply rolled his eyes, not as bothered as he felt he should have been by morality’s words. “anyways… I came to ask if you were okay,” he moved himself over to Patton's side.

“I’m… I’m okay kiddo,” Patton said, plastering a fake smile on his face.

Janus returned the smile with a blank look on his face,” that’s a lie. Isn’t it?” he sighed. “I don’t know what you mean?” “you’re bottling it up. you feel like you keep hurting those around you with everything you do,” Janus felt like such a hypocrite, “and you feel like you’re driving them away in the process. Am I wrong?”

Patton felt tears pricking his eyes as he looked at Janus. “what do I do?” he said, “I don’t want to lose them…”

Janus stayed silent. His face scrunched up in thought. His fingers rapped over the counter. “I don’t know truthfully… but maybe you should just confront it head on. Don’t skirt around the issue…” don’t do what I did, that’s what he meant.

Patton looked at him with a sad smile. “would you like to join us for lunch Janus?” he said as he rubbed his eyes, getting rid of the tears that messed with his vision. “as much as I’d love to, I know roman and Virgil wouldn’t want me there,” he said sadly. Patton could feel the small amounts of sadness coming from him. But it was blocked off by something else. As if it was being hidden by something else. Whatever it was, he couldn’t sense it. “well, if you change your mind, you’re welcome to join us.”

Janus gave a weak smile in Patton's direction and turned to leave but froze as he saw who was standing at the door.

Virgil glared at him but he could see the confusion in his eyes. “why are you here deceit,” he growled. “one, that’s not my title any more. And two… Patton simply needed some assistance. I was happy to help,” he said, keeping his eyes of the anxious side.

“excuse me?” Virgil said startled, “what the hell do you mean deceit isn’t your title anymore?” Janus shifted uncomfortably under the gaze of the other. “you can call me self-destruction from now on,” he said coldly, glancing up an connecting his eyes with the purple of Virgil’s.

Neither side knew what to say at what the now self-destruction side had said. This was new. sure, there had been splits… but never a full core change… “Janus…” Patton said as he took a step closer. “don’t,” Janus said, holding a hand up. Patton stopped walking towards Janus. His concern for the side growing even more.

Virgil didn’t know what to do, he just stood there dumbfounded. This was the last thing he had been expecting. Okay sure, he had been startled when he saw Janus’s new look. but this… his title shifting to something new. something like that? he didn’t know what to do. And he didn’t like not knowing things…

“how long,” Virgil said as he stared at the snake. “only this morning… no one else knows,” Janus said.

They shifted uncomfortably for a couple more seconds. “well… if you don’t mind, I think it would be best if I left for now,” Janus said, making his way over to the door Virgil had been blocking.

“no,” the anxious side said, “we don’t know what you can do now. How do we know if you wont effect Thomas,” he said staring at Janus. “please, you didn’t care about me before, why change that now?”

Virgil felt his chest tighten at the words spoken by Janus. “as much as I hate to say it… Virge has a point. With a new title… you will have to learn new things about yourself. And having people around might help,” he said carefully, trying to block out the words Janus had previously spoken.

“just let me go,” he muttered, swaying as he stood as still as possible. “Janus are you- Janus!” Patton yelled as he caught the side who had toppled over.

Janus was unconscious before he heard Patton yell his name.

Virgil was by their sides in seconds. Panic spreading through his veins. “Janus… Janus,” he said as he shook the snake, hoping to wake him up. “he’s like ice!” Patton said as he jerked his hand away from his head.

“get the others and tell them that Janus will be staying with us for a while,” Patton said as he picked Janus up bridal style. Trying his best not to shiver under the coldness of the others skin.

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

Virgil gave a sharp nod before bolting out the room and making his way to the bedroom hallway. the first door he came to was Logan’s. he pounded on the door, hoping it would startle Logan out of his work. he heard shuffling on the other side before his door creaked open. Logan looked at Virgil rather surprised.

“get your ass down stairs,” Virgil said before shooting of to the twins shared room and pounding on the door in a hurry.

The door opened on its own and he flung the door open irritably. “get your asses down stairs, now,” he said as he looked at the twins who seemed startled by his sudden appearance, most likely thinking he was Patton.

But non the less they both stood up and made their way down the stairs after Virgil and a rather confused Logan. the three of them got closer to the living room. The sound of shuffling and Virgil pacing was all they could hear until they reached the room.

Patton was draping a blanket over something on the couch as Virgil moved something, placing a pillow underneath. and as the three of them got closer. They stopped moving.

“Janus,” Logan said before making his way over to the other two sides. he knelt down next to the unconscious side, “what happened?” he asked looking at the moral side. “we don’t know, we were talking and he started to sway before falling unconscious. I managed to catch him before he hit the ground, but he’s so cold. Almost like ice,” Patton muttered.

Logan reached his hand and placed it gently on the sides head. Patton was correct. He was cold as ice. “keep him wrapped up in the blankets,” he said before turning to the twins, “can one of you come with me to Janus’s room? I need to check something out from earlier,” he said as he stood up. “oh, and Virgil. Go into my room and get the medical box from under the bathroom sink. His arms need to be covered,”

Virgil stared at Logan, “what do you mean by that specks,” he whispered. even Remus who was normally loud and yelling, his eyes glazed over at his words, “he said he stopped…” he whispered horrified.

“ill come with you then dear nerd, we shall be back soon,” he said as he sunk out with Logan not too far behind.

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease.

Logan and roman appeared in Janus’s room. The first thing roman did was curse under his breath at how cold it was. “no wonder he was so cold specks… his rooms colder than the artic!” “but why…” Logan said as he began to look around.

The room was much smaller than his own. But it was much more cluttered. A wall of trophies Thomas had won sat high and on display. musical posters and photographs hung the walls. a bookshelf sat facing Janus’s bed. Filled to the brim with books on philosophers and snakes.

Then his eyes landed on something. A small leather-bound book that looked far older than anything on the book case. “roman,” he said, causing the side to look up from his position, looking in a small wooden box. he made his way over as Logan removed the book. it didn’t take too long for him to realise what he was holding. “looks like a diary,” he muttered.

What had caught roman was the symbol printed into the front. One he hadn’t seen in on much. but knew all to well. “why does he have Romulus’s diary?” he said to himself, but it didn’t go unheard by the other in the room.

“no… its Janus’s,” he said as he flicked through the pages, “each one was signed of by Janus. Not Romulus- wait look here,” he said.

The hand writing and use of pen had changed from black to a multi coloured one. Red and green ink swirling on the page. he read over what was written.

They re read what was written. Guilt seemed to flood into them as the read it over and over again. had Romulus and Janus been that close that… oh god… a sick feeling laid planted in romans chest. he didn’t know much about the person he had split from. But he knew that Janus had always played a part in his past. He thought that maybe he had been the cause of the split.

Not that Romulus split on purpose in hopes to better balance out the mind scape for everyone’s sake. Maybe… he would discuss his plan with his twin later. “we should keep looking. And if we don’t find anything… we can put it down to his core shifting and messing with his room,” Logan said; he only getting a nod in response.

Ohhhh... And since we know that dreams are dead, And life turns plan’s up on their head, I will plan to be a bum, So I just might become someone.

Janus needed to stop falling asleep. He was going to mess with his sleep schedule. he noticed three things as he began to wake up for the third time that day. one, he was warm. Not Logan’s blanket, just keeping out the cold. This was full on Patton hug level of warmth. second was the smell of cookies that hung in the air. It was comforting to some extent. Only he knew he hadn’t done any cooking in a long time. third was that he was lying on something soft. His bed had always been stiff and hard. This, he was able to melt into like putty.

He didn’t want to move. He was perfectly fine being here for the rest of eternity. but he was curious as to where he was. so despite his body complaining against waking up, he tried his best to crack his eyes open. A bright light filled his vision, causing him to et out a small hiss of pain.

Then noise filled his ears, the sounds of people shouting and moving filled his head as he finally got his eyes open. he didn’t expect to see all the light sides surrounding him.

“Janus! Are you alright?” Patton asked. he didn’t know what to do. His mind ran at several miles an hour, a light panic setting into his chest as he realised how close they were to him.

Virgil seemed to know the look on Janus’s face, “everyone back away, you’re crowding him. He’s already starting to panic,” he said as he shuffled away slightly.

The others followed suit as they realised Janus was indeed internally panicking. they waited a couple minutes before Patton turned to Logan who gave him a quick nod. He stood up and made his way out of the room. “sorry,” Janus muttered as he bowed his head down. “it’s alright Jannie,” Remus said as he smiled at Janus.

He looked around the room once again. Still confused as to why they weren’t being hostile as before… “what happened?” he asked as he looked at them. Virgil shifted uncomfortably, grabbing Janus’s attention, “you fell unconscious after I confronted you in the kitchen. Patton caught you before you hit the ground,” he said, keeping his eyes away from Janus.

The room fell quiet. But it wasn’t bad… it felt calm. “well, should I put a movie on in the mean time?” roman asked everyone. “I have no quarry with that,” Logan said as he adjusted his glasses. “same here princy,” Virgil said. “sure thing bitch,” Remus said punching his twins arm getting a wince in response.

Janus nodded, moving his hand to rub his arm before looking down, realising he wasn’t touching his coarse skin. Once again, he felt himself freeze in place. They had seen them…

Well he was fucked. “Janus- “he looked up from his arms and towards roman. “is there anything you’d like to watch?” Janus didn’t respond, he only looked at roman before casting his eyes back to his wrists.

It was at that moment Patton entered the room with a bowl of soup. He gave it over to the grey scaled side with a smile. “you missed lunch and dinners still a while away, I thought you might get hungry,” he said cheerfully.

He held the bowl staring at it for a couple seconds. The soup seemed to ripple for a couple seconds. And it was then that he realised he had begun to cry. a pair of hands moved the bowl from him and someone wrapped him up in a hug. That only seemed to make him cry harder despite the fact he had clung onto the person.

“I’m sorry,” he hiccupped as tears continued to pour. he tried to stop crying, but the tears continued to pour despite his best efforts. “it’s okay Janus, you’ve been too strong for a long time, its our turn to return the favour,” Virgil whispered into his ear. another several sets of arms wrapped around him to the best of their abilities.

She asked me, "Son, when I grow old, Will you buy me a house of gold? And when your father turns to stone, Will you take care of me?"

Things were far from fine. That was for sure. But in that moment… he knew why he was crying and it wasn’t from sadness or loneliness or the never-ending coldness that laid over his heart that slowly seemed to be filling up with something warm.

The tears were from the overwhelming love he felt the others giving him despite all he had done. the warm looks given his way. he didn’t deserve them. But it felt so nice.

I will make you queen of everything you see, I'll put you on the map, I'll cure you of disease.

He himself was by no means going to be okay for a long time… but this?

This was a start.

#Janus sanders #janus angst #Roman sanders #Sander sides #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #ive finally got a story out!#yay!#angst warning #tw self harm #tw crying #angst angst baby

45 notes · View notes

heyitsyn · 4 years

Text

'Siri Am I Having a Stroke?’ Sofia the First

Soulmate!Daichi x Reader Soulmate!Tendou x Reader

a/n: lmao, yall finna know what kind of soulmate au this

when your soulmate gets hurt, you kinda get hurt too

the music your soulmate listens to or constantly sings is always playing in your head

request: Can I request a daichi, tendou, and aone soulmate au headcanon 🤲🏽😩 they're my faves, I wanted to add some more but there could be a limit? I'll request again next time ^^

a/n: sorry anon but ill only do daichi and tendou bc im not very familiar with aone :( but theres not really a limit so go ahead!!

requests open!!

so anyways

for most of your life, you thought you didnt even have a soulmate

there were no scars, no bruises,

nothing

this other half of yours was completely silent and you really thought that youd die forever

but, you

you were a wild chile and you were the type to go playing outside w your brothers and get a lot of cuts

maybe that was why you thought you didnt have a soulmate bc when your soulmate does get hurt, you wouldnt see it since youd think it was one of your own

now, daichi

he worried for you

new scars and bruises would appear on his arms overnight and he fussed over the fact that you would constantly getting hurt

were you in a toxic environment?

were these intentional?

but he would try and heal them, thinking that it would heal you too bc he didnt want you to be hurt

uwu daichi luv

he would even kiss them better bc his mom told him that kisses help them heal faster

then,

during middle school, daichi found his love for volleyball

he started training and being more active and that caused him a lot of bruises and pain

meanwhile w you,

youve mellowed out a bit

so when you entered middle school,

you were actually ecstatic to find that you had a soulmate bc you would find bruises on your hands and arms

you found out the afternoon of the first day of middle school

daichi was in the gym, practicing during lunch, and he hit a spike that bruised his fingers and he received a really powerful ball

you were sitting in class, completely bored out of your mind so you just doodled on your paper

then you flinched at the sudden pain and saw the formation of the beautiful mix of blue, purple,green, bruise

yall are in different schools btw

you shrieked and stood up, cutting off your teacher and surprising everyone in the room

‘my soulmate!’

they were like, ‘okay and?’

the entire day, you admired the colors, not even minding the hurt bc this was it!!

!!!!

your soulmate was real!!!

but daichi was worried that you were also going through the same pain and soreness from practice

and you were

after the shock and happiness of knowing you in fact do have a soulmate,

youve started getting annoyed

was this what he felt whenever you injured yourself during your younger years?

bc this waas annoying

you were constantly fatigued, tired, sore

even the mere action of getting up in the morning sucked and you actually fell down the stairs due to the soreness of your legs and you dropped your chopsticks due to the hurt in your fingers

youve concluded that your soulmate was either an athlete or in a toxic environment

during the walk to school, you raised your arms and watched a new bruise forming

it was a truly beautiful sight but the stiffness and hurt weighed it down

this was your only form of communication with your soulmate and you were sad bc you wanted to be there for him and help heal his bruises and scars

one of your friends suggested a crazy thought of hurting yourself to write a small message which you instantly turned down bc thats too crazy and you will not do that

as the years went on, you were starting to get more worried each day that you wont be meeting your soulmate soon

for almost 6 years, youve wandered over to every athletic club in your school or nearby schools to find if there was even a person who had the same bruises as you

ngl, some lied just bc they wanted you as their soulmate uwu

one of your classmates in seijoh, iwaizumi hajime, has understood your dilemma since he was one of the ones youve expressed this concern to

youve been classmates for 3 years and youve always been coincidentally sat next to each other so youre close

i really cant resist my mans

‘y/n, i really think your soulmate is a volleyball player’

you rolled your eyes as you continued taking out your bento

‘iwa, ive checked your team, multiple times, and none of them are my soulmate! ive even checked other schools too since my brothers have connections there. but still nothing’

he felt bad for you, truly

he already found his when yall started high school, almost immediately, and you were so jealous

‘but those bruises on your arm can only be from volleyball. the way its placed, its like receiving an intense ball while the fingers might be because he spikes the ball’

you sighed before leaning your chin on your hand

‘okay, great buddha iwa-chan. enlighten me as to why you think so’

his eye twitched at the ridiculous nickname

‘y/n, im a volleyball player. ive been playing since i was like 6 and im the ace. i have those same exact bruises’

‘WHAT! IWA-CHAN ARE YOU MY SOULMATE?!’

‘YOU IDIOT I ALREADY HAVE MINE!’

but you mulled it over for a few days

yea, it would make sense, right?

but it still doesnt add up that youve literally visited every single club around with the help of being iwa’s friend and going to their matches

however,

due to karasuno not having practice matches w seijoh or not advancing far enough to play against them, youve never really interacted with that team

besides, the times they actually played against each other, youve been busy due to having to do interships, part time jobs, and studying since it was your last year of high school

it was during the second interhigh that iwa finally got you to go watch them play

‘come on, y/n. shittykawa misses you and matsun and maki keep demanding your support’

‘iwa, what-’

so you found yourself at the stands, just watching the games until seijoh actually plays

then you saw the team, known as karasuno, enter the gym to start their warm-ups

your heart started beating really fast and you were kinda freaking out bc what was happening

‘siri am i having a stroke?’

daichi was feeling the same thing

he thought it was just the adrenaline of playing a game but in all of his years of play8ing volleyball, he hasnt felt this intense beating of his heart

he even had to lean on suga for support bc it felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest

‘daichi, you okay?’

suga worriedly asked and placed a hand on his forehead to check his temp

daisuga rights yall

he didnt want to worry the team so he nodded, just waving it off

he was captain so he shouldnt worry the others

oikawa and iwa entered the stands and were confused as to why you were looking around with wide eyes like an owl

fukurodani vibes

‘y/n-chan, what’s wrong?’

oikawa asked and you looked at them, surprised and shocked

they were lowkey freaked out bc what was happening

‘oikawa-san, my heart-’

you mumbled and pointed to your chest

his smile wobbled bc you just started at him and it was starting to scare him a bit

since oikawa hasnt found his soulmate yet, he wasnt familiar with the feeling of being in the same vicinity as his other half

but iwa did

and he was smiling

‘you owe me so much, y/n’

‘IWA! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO DIE!’

karasuno was going against johzenji and daichi wasnt exactly in his best game

to others, he looked like he was doing great but he wasnt feeling good and the beat of his heart was still very fast

this distraction caused him and tanaka to collide and everything went to hell

the entire time, your arms were crying and you were just sweating from the pain but you were also sweating w the possibility of your soulmate being either in johzenji or karasuno

but that was answered when daichi got hurt and you just collapsed, also falling unconscious

iwa, who returned from getting drinks, ran to your slumped form and oikawa, who was focused on the match and didnt notice, shrieked at your unconscious form

‘y/n? y/n, wake up’

everyone in the stands stared at your unconscious form and they started talking, eventually catching the attention of the karasuno team

suga, who was fussing over daichi, heard that a girl also fell unconscious

omg what if

oikawa was grinning at the sight of your bruised cheek bc you finally found your soulmate so you would shut up about it

iwa carried you to the nurse and you actually woke up as he placed you on the bed, conviently beside the karasuno captain

‘w-what-’

but he only smiled

‘congratulations, y/n’

bih what

congratulations for what

the nurse went over from beside daichi and she giggled at the meeting of soulmates

you sat up, wincing at the pain in your tooth

‘ow’

that caught daichi’s attention and he stared at you and your arms before looking at his

they were the exact same

‘i think,,,, i think we’re soulmates’

that made you quickly look at him and noticed the big bruise on his face that was like copy paste on you

‘oh god!’

you cowered and had your hands over your mouth in surprise

he froze, starting to feel insecure that he wasnt what you wanted

‘is something wrong-’

‘you’re HOT!!’

you shrieked unconsciously and when you finally realized it, you hurriedly pulled the blanket over your form

lmao gurl noooooo

daichi started laughing and he thought you were cute

straightforward

but cute

‘oi, come on. i want to see your pretty face’

yes police officer. this is the man who stole my uwus

you peaked your head out from your blanket cocoon and he smiled softly

‘i’m sawamura daichi, by the way. 3rd year’

‘l-l/n y/n. same y-year’

‘so? you expected me to be this?’

you shook your head

‘i mean, iwa told me you could be a volleyball player. but i didnt expect the universe to like me enough to give me a greek god as my soulmate’

im disowning y/n yall

he turned flustered and looked away to hide his blush

‘youre not too bad yourself, you know. youre actually more beautiful than i thought’

‘sir! dont say that to me i be catching feelings way too fast for that!’

i-i cannot w you

he laughed out loud before wincing, causing you to wince too

‘but are you okay, though? i mean,, it must hurt’

but you shook your head

‘i should be asking you that. does it hurt as much as it looks?’

‘nah, its bearable’

you continued talking about your childhood and you actually clarified that you were just rambunctious when you were younger so you got hurt pretty often

‘i really thought you needed to be saved or something’

you smirked

‘oh? my prince charming? knight-in-shining-armor? knight prince daichi?’

he stared at you, a blush creeping up again

‘are you always this bold?’

you shrugged

‘meh. im friends w oikawa tooru’

‘oh. makes sense’

lmao

you both completely forgot about the fact that his face literally got hurt and his tooth was gone bc you have been talking like two best friends who got separated

but you had to separate at some point too

the beautiful manager entered the clinic and asked if daichi was okay enough

‘yea, im fine. i can go now, i guess’

you nodded sadly

‘okay. bye, daichi’

he furrowed his eyebrows

‘but wait for me later, okay? ill treat you to something after i win this match’

from your bed, you crossed your arm with a smug smile

‘oh? youre confident, captain’

‘of course. ill win bc this victory is for you’

you bashfully smiled and chuckled

‘go hurry and win! i expect that date as soon as possible, captain!’

the deadchi memes are literally scaring the new fans and i feel really bad

bruh hes so cute for what

for his entire life, he had the sofia the first song stuck in his head

it was maybe bc his soulmate was in love w that show or just in love w the song

but either way, he constantly hears it and thinks about it

meanwhile you,

you constantly heard bye bye bye by nsync

of all things, it had to be a boy band

however, you were lucky bc for years it varied on what song would be playing

but for him, it continued to be sofia the first

this drived him to watch the show and he did see the appeal and soon, he started singing it too

omg its such a bop

you were triggered bc the song then switched over to sofia the first and you were like, ‘does he like it too?’

you would be going around the store, holding your mom’s hand, and singing it out loud, hoping to find your soulmate

but he never seemed to hear it

instead, hearing the song in your voice, instead of the show’s

he thought you had such a beautiful voice

then in elementary school, his bullying started and ngl, he was actually hurt by the words other kids said

he still had his cute smile on and acted like it didnt bother by teasing others but he was still sad

did nobody like him?

was he always going to look like a monster?

would you be revolted if you saw him?

then he heard this song in the radio ‘dear insecurity’ and he just couldnt help but keep listening to it

ofc you noticed and you were sad that he was listening to such sad song

he was insecure and you couldnt do anything about it

then you started looking up motivating songs and you started singing the one that you really liked

‘i see your monsters, i see your pain, tell me your problems, i’ll chase them away’

he heard your voice as he was hiding behind the school building and his tears instantly stopped, hearing a different song but he couldnt help but smile

he knew that song was for him

you were out there somewhere and a complete stranger to him but you were the only person who seemed to care

because under that teasing and cheerful personality, he was still human and he was very insecure about himself

but you were always there to encourage him, your voice instantly chasing all the fears away

when he started playing volleyball, he became famous for his efficient blocks and you could hear him singing different songs, all of them just under a minute

you concluded that they were his own songs

sometimes, you laughed bc they were funny songs and catchy so you would memorize it and sing it back to him

this was your only way of communicating back of forth and you were so lucky that you even got to hear your soulmate’s voice

then high school started, meaning your friends started meeting their soulmates one by one until you were the only one who didnt

your school, karasuno, had no one that had the same voice as your soulmate’s

some people even saw you as an extrovert and a people person since you started conversations with strangers easily but this was just your way of finding your other half

with no luck, you started singing your concerns

in no time, ‘thousand miles’ was playing on loop in tendou’s head and he was already feeling your antsy attitude

in retaliation, he starts singing ‘lucky’ by jason mraz and you always turned red, slightly happy that he was practically calling out to you

so even though you suffered through years being alone, you didnt give up on hope and continued your search

now, youd be asking, ‘why cant you or tendou just sing each other’s location?’

yes, young grasshopper, there is an explanation to that

you and tendou collectively agreed to let fate do its work and just wait for the time it happens bc if its meant to be, its meant to be

besides, tendou likes to tease you and he wants to make you wait for him so that the moment you do meet, it would become more special

in your last year of high school, you ended up helping kiyoko in being manager and you were so proud of these boys for making it to the finals

you were excitedly waving an orange flag in support of your team and you screamed with the others as they entered the court

you and yacchi ended up helping tanaka’s sister, saeko, and was setting up the plan for their cheers so you werent exactly focused on your soulmate

but tendou did keep hearing a fight song in your head

then they walked in

shiratorizawa made their presence known and you turned to look at them but locked eyes at the unique looking player

his red hair glinted against the bright lights of the gym and his smirk curled in such an attractive way that you were leaning forward to get a closer look

tendou noticed a stare at him and he saw your surprised yet flustered look

that eye contact made everything fall deaf in your ears and you just heard silence

no song, no cheer, just absolute silence

but you and tendou are practically the same so you thought for the worse that your soulmate has died bc of the silence

dread filled your stomach and you started singing sofia the first in instinct

your mouth moved with the words and you shut your eyes, trying to calm yourself down

his jaw dropped, hearing the familiar voice and song that correlated with your mouth’s movements

‘there you are, little birdie’

semi turned to tendou and saw him with a smile hes never seen before

it was so soft and genuine that he got a little scared

the entire game, you were all depressed bc it continued to be silent in your head

tendou was just teasing you a little bit and he didnt want to think or sing a song bc he wanted it to be a special cliche reunion after he crushes your team

but his famous song ruined it

it blared in your head and it got 2x bass boosted when he sang it out loud, completely disregarding the fact that everyone was listening

‘you!’

you shrieked and pointed to him

he was your soulmate

and he was alive

not dead

everyone, including all players, looked at confusion between you and him but he just waved at you

‘ill talk to you later, little birdie!’

great, he embarrassed you in front of everyone

but you didnt care bc omg he was your soulmate!!

‘omg universe and fate, you actually like me to give me such a handsome soulmate!’

now, youre actually cheering on both teams

one was your home school the other was your soulmate

however,

there could only be one winner

and that winner was karasuno

you noticed the defeated looks of your soulmate and his teammates and you almost bursted into tears

you quickly maneuvered yourself through the people and found the familiar spiky hair standing at the doorway, looking at the gym with a forlorn expression

the others noticed you there, especially ushijima who gave you a nod and a small smile

‘i trust you’ll take care of him’

you nodded shakily, raising a hand in salute

‘y-yes!’

you approached him and his teary eyes almost made you bolt into his arms but you calmed yourself

instead, you didnt say anything

but you did sing

‘come stop your crying, it will be alright. just take my hand, and hold it tight. i will protect you, from all around you. i will be here, dont you cry.’

tendou looked to his side and saw you there, not looking at him but also looking at the same direction he was previously

‘my name is tendou satori’

despite already hearing his voice, you still turned red and you looked at him, warmth and love present in your eyes

‘and i’m l/n y/n’

‘you have a beautiful voice’

‘and you are beautiful’

that ending for shiratorizawa physically and emotionally and mentally broke me

451 notes · View notes