apartment sized

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Uh.. so, how about a … Sugar Daddy AU…?

I have absolutely no idea how or why this happened. At this point I’m not even trying to find excuses.

It started off with only Kuro in a new outfit… then high heels happened. Guess rereading one of my favorite fanfics (Like Crystal Guts on AO3) didn’t help, either. So, yeah… have this.

Also: how about in this AU Keith and Kuro are best friends and sugar buddys XD Shiro and Lance are partners, leading a large company - since Shiro’s own twin brother, Kuro, refused to take his place besides Shiro in the company.

Despite being quite rich, Lance prefers to stay in a small-sized apartment with a roommate - not because he couldn’t afford anything else, but because he likes to have people around him. He tends to feel lonely quite often. But despite living together for almost 3 years now, Lance never asked Keith what he’s doing for a living. And Keith never told him.

Needless to say, that finding out the truth was quite a shock. Especially since Keith started dating Shiro recently, as his sugar babe… and Shiro’s twin brother Kuro took a liking to Lance.


Holy. Shit.

Why am I doing this…

I just wanted to put them together okay

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>Observer_  (Bloober Team  2017)

On August 15th, the developers behind Layers of Fear will release their new game, >Observer_. Set in a dystopian cyberpunk world, you play as Dan Lazarski, a neural detective known as an Observer. With your augmentations, you can hack into peoples minds to solve crimes all while reliving some of their biggest fears and nightmares. One rainy night you get a call from your estranged son, seemingly in danger and asking for help. Once you trace that call to a decrepit apartment complex in the slums of Krakow, your investigation begins.

This game hit me just like Soma did. I wasn’t sure what to expect at first, but the environment immediately grabbed my attention and before long, i was immersed completely in the world and its characters. With a mix of Blade Runner, Midgar from Final Fantasy 7, the movie Brazil and the developers own unique touch, the gritty look, feel and atmosphere of Observer are pretty much perfect. We’re talking Rapture/Arkham Asylum/Tallon IV (Metroid Prime), level of detail and quality here. While most of the game takes place in and around a single apartment complex, its size and labyrinth like layout are deceiving. I was often reminded of how Stanley Kubrick purposely built the hotel in The Shining to be confusing and off-putting. You constantly feel a sense of unease at the multitude of tight hallways with rooms that are so close, or at such odd places, they couldn’t possibly fit inside the building. While the observing (hacking minds) parts are interesting, thrilling and a nice change of pace, the true star of the show in my opinion is the incredibly realized “real world” aspect of the game. Whether you’re going door to door learning about the residents, or finding rooms that are open/unlockable and searching them for clues, or simply just exploring this steamy, crumbling, wire-strewn slum, each aspect is immensely enjoyable and rewarding.

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i wanna talk about that one story from ed where he said that harry got him that giant lego set and they spent all night putting it together like imagining the two of them just sitting around reading the instructions and putting this giant lego together is too adorable my heart can’t take it

Shy Bunny

Pairings: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hybrid!AU Bunny!AU

Word Count: 2k +

A/N: Sorry this is really short I’m thinking of making a part two and make that one longer and add more to the storyline but like literally all my other ‘im making a p2′ I’m not really sure. THANK YOU!

Originally posted by jjks

“just for a little bit y/n! please!” you best friend begged as she squeezed your arm tightly.

Her legs had wrapped around your waist and her head was heavily weighed on your shoulder, trapping you on your own couch.

“I can’t afford a hybrid right now!” you argued as you struggled against her grip.

“you and both know that’s complete bullshit! You’re just being a bitch!” she yelled back at you.

Your best friend for 3 years has also been an active hybrid protector. Adoption centres weren’t rare. No at all, there were three just a block away.

However, some of these adoption centres weren’t exactly treating their hybrids…nicely.

People like your best friend adopt as many hybrids as possible in order to protect them from the horrors that occur in the centres. Whilst they hold the hybrids other people are currently trying to figure out how to shut them down.

This time however, your friend had taken in too many.

“y/n…I swear to god. Why don’t you want to help?” she asked in confusion.

You instantly felt like an asshole but you had reasons.

“I’m a loner amber, I don’t know how to deal with people let alone take care of them” you whined as she sighed deeply.

“y/n. can you please trust me this one time? I swear you won’t regret this decision” she stated as she stared into your soul.

Something in your head was telling you this was a bad idea but something else was telling you to do it.

Fuck it.

“fine”

Twiddling your thumbs nervously you heard soft murmurs outside of your front door.

you had been told the basics but there was still a lot you were unsure about.

“okay Jimin! Welcome to your new home!” she yelled excitedly as she kicked your door harshly causing you to jump away from it in shock.

You were about to scowled her for damaging your property when your eyes lay on the shrunken figure behind her.

While you were busy trying to get a better look at your new roommate you friend slammed a duffle bag into your stomach.

With a pained ‘oof’ you fell backward and landed on your ass. A whine escaped your lips leading your friend to laugh loudly at you.

Your hand instantly flew behind you to cradle your now bruised ass cheek. You watched as slowly two bunny ears popped up and the stranger was stretching himself up to his usual height to see all the commotion.

The boys’ hair was swept over his eyes and his blonde ears matching with his hair stood tall and curious. As soon as his eyes connected with yours he nervously ducked down again, his ears flopping to follow his body.

“Jim-“you friend started to say before noticing he was fully crouched behind her.

Quickly, you rose to your feet as amber pushed Jimin forward happily.

“Jimin, meet Y/n!” she chirped. Jimin’s face was as red as a tomato and the poor things hands were shaking.

You smiled as welcomingly as you could and watched as his eyes darted to the floor.

“it’s nice to meet you Jimin! Welcome to your new home” you stated as you held his bag of belongings.

“Alright guys have fun” she said sending you a thankful smile before exiting the house.

Giving your friend a wave goodbye you watched as the bunny hybrid shifted his weight nervously.

“okay Jimin! Welcome to my home” you chirped excitedly, causing his ears to perk up in excitement and curiosity.

As you moved forward, jimin slowly followed you; he was hesitant in his movements but still managed to shuffle his way after you.

“this is the kitchen, this is the lounge…mmmm the bathroom is that way and your room” you said quickly pointing out areas of your decent sized apartment.

“is just over here” you said as you opened his door revealing a double bed and a side table.

“I hope this is okay” you mumbled as you placed his bag next to his walk-in closet.

You looked up to see Jimin gaping in awe.

“t-this…this is f-f-for me?” he stuttered quietly as his cheeks returned to the pink colour that stained his cheeks previously.

“yep! Is this okay? If you need anything else just ask, okay?” you asked him as he continued to ogle at his new space.

“a-and…t-the b-bed? Just for m-me?” he stuttered again as he pulled his sleeves over his hands, clutching them tightly.

“well of course!” you chirped as he slowly approached it.

“so, I didn’t know what kind of food you liked so I figured I’d let you relax for a little bit before we go shopping for some, is that okay?” you asked as you scratched the back of your head.

He looked at you in shock as he nodded his head shyly, his ears changing from upright to floppy in an instant.

“i…I can’t leave w-without a collar” he stated as his eyes traveled to the ground.

“oh, yer! How could I forget! I got one for you before you arrived actually!” you said as you dug your hand around in your back pocket, trying to dig out the silky black collar you had picked out.

“here! Im sorry for not getting you one of those hard collars, they…were just so ugly” you said shivering at the thought of the rough material.

“its…soft” he whispered as he ran the material through his fingers.

“alright jimin! Get comfy, unpack and I’ll see you in a little bit okay!?” you asked before you walked out of his room, leaving him to get used to his new room.

Amber didn’t tell you much about him other than he was extremely shy and extremely cute…she wasn’t wrong with either of those.

If he was going to be living with you, you wanted to get to know him and make sure he was comfortable around you. But how did you do this without overstepping or scaring him?

After an hour or two, you decided now would be a prime time to go food shopping.

“hey jim-“you said as you walked into his room, the door still wide open.

Your heart melted at the sight bestowed before you.

He had snuggled his way underneath the blanket, his body wiggling in joy at the softness as his two bunny ears were shot straight to the ceiling.

You let out a giggle of delight as he fought with the blanket to try and escape.

“i-i-im sorry!” he squeaked as his ears flopped down and his cheeks burned a bright pink, even brighter than before.

“sorry? For what? It’s your room Jimin you can do whatever you want” you smiled happily at him. You didn’t think stomach butterflies were real until you felt them float around your stomach.

He looked at you astonished before nodding his head shyly.

“so, do you want to go get some food now?” you asked sweetly as he shifted his weight off his left foot to his right.

“o-okay” he spoke, trying to speak louder than usual but it came out as more of a struggled shout than normal projection.

You smiled endearingly before clapping your hands together.

“alright! Lets go!”

——————-

“Do you like lasagne? Ooo what about some pizza? What kind of snacks do you eat?” you asked as you pushed the trolley through the aisle.

Jimin looked as if he had just entered heaven. His mouth hung open in shock as he scanned the shelves.

“i…I’m not picky” he confirmed as you started shoving things into your cart.

“why don’t you go to the confectionary section and pick out what you like, sometimes I might be gone a while so we can’t have you bored and snackish you said as you examined expiration dates.

“o-okay!” he said strongly before rushing off.

You chuckled a little before texting amber to tell her you were already very fond of Jimin.

He seemed to be trying to get more comfortable and confident around you. You really apricated it but you could see he was struggling with it and causing him stress was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Is t-this okay?”

You turned around to see Jimin hugging a bunch of packets to his body. You almost cried out in cuteness overload as he stared at you with wondrous eyes.

“I see you really like Oreos” you laughed as you spotted the five packets of Oreos tucked into his arm.

“i-m-m s-sorry! I g-g-got too much didn’t I?!” he whined as his ears slowly flopped down.

“Not at all! Here, chuck it in the cart and we’ll continue” you smiled at him.

He stood frozen for a little bit before nodding and placing the items in the cart carefully.

The rest of the trip he stayed close behind you, Giving small comments here and there. As you paid and left the centre you noticed he was getting less energetic.

“are you okay Jimin?” you asked worriedly as the two of you got in the car.

“oh..i…I’m just a little hungry” he said as his hands slowly placed themselves on his stomach.

“when’s the last time you ate?” you asked as you started reversing out of the parking space.

“…two days ago?”

You gasped. Two days?!?!

“sorry did…did you say two days?! As in not yesterday but the day before?” you questioned in utter shock as you tried hard to focus on the road ahead.

You heard him hum in embarrassment and confirmation making your heart melt.

“as soon as we get home I will make you some food! What would you like?! name anything!” you demanded worriedly.

How come he hasn’t eaten in two days? Did amber not feed him?

As soon as you busted through your front door with the multiple bags in your hands you ran towards the kitchen ready to cook up a feast.

“okay Jimin, were going to have to work together so we can get you some food as quickly as possible” you said with determination as you placed your hands on your hips.

He nodded along with you, his eyes hardening to match yours.

As you directed him to draws and shoved food in the fridge the both of you were running around the kitchen to try and get everything done efficiently.

As Jimin finished up the unpacking you boiled some pasta, started on some pancakes and started frying some chicken. You wanted to give the deprived boy a range of different food groups to fill him up properly.

“I finished” he chirped excitedly.

“great, take a seat the food will be done soon” you smiled.

You heard a bunch of shuffling behind you before he sighed in content at finally being able to relax.

“so jimin, how did you end up with Amber?” you asked as you continued your cooking.

“i..i er w-was given b-b-back” he stuttered nervously. You could literally hear him play with his sleeves.

“given back?” you asked hesitantly as you continued what you were doing.

“y-yer…my o-owner didn’t want me anymore…so she gave me back to the adoption centre, that’s where a-amber found me” he explained, breathing out shakily.

As you plated his food for him you felt a pang in your chest. Who the hell would give up this cute little bunny?

“I’m so sorry Jimin” you said turning around with the plates in your hand.

His eyes were glassy and his cheeks were red and puffed out.

You let out a sympathetic whine before setting the plates down and walking around the counter towards him.

Before you effulged him in a hug you placed your hand over his.

“well, you here now! And I know we just met but I’m very fond of you Jimin, were friends now which means no give backies okay!” you chirped causing him to look at you in shock.

A tear fell from his eyes before he nodded his head frantically.

You pulled him into you, enjoying how his soft ears tickled your face. Even though his face was in your boobs and you could feel the bunny panicking a big smile found its way onto your face.

In this moment, you knew your doubt was unneeded and the growing love you had for your bunny was exciting.

you were unsure of where this would go but instead of traveling the long road of life alone; you now had your shy bunny to accompany you.

No Regrets

An Adrienette one-shot

“Girl, why are you in such a rush?” Alya asked, watching her best friend gather her things in a hurry.

“I forgot about something!” Marinette fretted, dropping her bag in the process. Which caused all the things she’d gathered to spill out.  “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath, “I’m such a klutz!”

“Whoa, girl, relax.  What could you have forgotten about that can cause this much panic?  I haven’t seen you this scatter-brained since high school!” Alya astonished, joining Marinette on the ground to help her clean up.

Marinette sighed, putting the final piece in her bag again and looked at Alya.  They were both knelt down on the floor and Marinette blew a piece of hair from her face.  “I—Well… I’m meeting Adrien.”

Alya gave her a deadpanned look.  “With whom you’re married to… what’s the big deal about meeting with your husband?” she asked.

“It’s not the meeting with him part, it’s just—ya know.  We’re looking for a house… and… I dunno,” Marinette dug through her bag for her keys, mumbling something about needing a brighter keychain.  

Alya looked at the table they had been sitting at to see her friend’s keys lying there.  She picked them up and jingled them in front of Marinette’s distracted face.  “Here,” she said, hearing Marinette utter out a “Thank you.”  Alya crossed her arms and stared curiously at her friend.  “What’s the big deal?  You’re looking for a house.  Something every married couple does… Haven’t you dreamed about this for like, your whole life, or something?” Alya asked.

Marinette shrugged and looked away from her friend, “Well, I mean, yeah.  But, like, it’s still a little soon, isn’t it?”

Alya furrowed her brows, “You’ve been married for 3 months.  So no, it’s not ‘too soon.’  Getting a house is good.  You’ve been crashing in his mouse-sized apartment, which, if I do recall, doesn’t allow for a roommate.”

Marinette bit her fingers, “Yeah, we’ve been ignoring the calls about that…”

“What’s the real issue here?” Alya asked, reaching out for Marinette’s shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Marinette slid from her grasp, looking worriedly at her phone.  “Y-you’re probably right!  I’m just crazy.  This is Adrien,” she said as she lifted her phone, “Gotta take it!”

Alya watched her friend go with a wild expression, “Oh…kay… see ya later, then?”

Marinette pushed the coffee shop door open with her shoulder, holding her phone in one hand and her drink in the other.  “Hey, hon,” she said, “Yeah, I’m on my way.  No, I didn’t forget, I’m just running a bit late.  Yeah, bad traffic.  Uh huh.  Okay.  Yup, see you in a few.  I love you too.  Bye.”  She hung up and stuffed her phone in her purse, grabbing her keys and hopping into her car.  

“Alya’s right,” she told herself, “This is good.”

-o-o-o-o-

“Okay, on to house number three!” Adrien said enthusiastically, buckling up his seat-belt.  “That last one was cool, though, huh?  What did you think, Mari?  You were pretty quiet in there…”  He looked over at his wife to see her staring numbly out the window.  “Marinette?”

She blinked and turned to him, looking dazed, “I’m sorry, I was zoned out.  What?” She asked.

Adrien frowned, “I asked if you were okay,” he said, reaching out to touch her forehead.  “Are you sick?  Do you have a fever?  Maybe we should go home…”

“Oh no, I’m not sick,” Marinette brushed him off.  “Tired is all.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” she smiled at him.

“Alright.  So, what’d you think of the house?” he asked.

“It was okay,” she said.  “It’s expensive, though.”

Adrien shrugged, “Well, money’s not an issue, so don’t pay attention to the price tag, okay?  We’ll get whatever we need and whatever works.”

Marinette looked at her husband with a clumsy smile, “The money you got from your father is suppose to be for retirement, isn’t it?  That was your plan, right?”

Adrien looked at her with a gentle smile before looking back at the road, “Plans can change.”

Anxiety squeezed Marinette’s chest, “You should save it.”

“Mari, don’t worry.  Even if we went all in and bought the whole house now, I’d still have plenty left over.  Besides, I’m gonna put what we don’t spend in a retirement plan.”  He reached out to touch her knee gently, “Your worried, and it isn’t about the money…”

“I’m not worried, it’s just an expensive house—“

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” he came to a stop at a street light.  

“Nothing,” she said, crossing her arms stubbornly.

“Come on, Mari, what’s eating at you?” He pushed.

She nodded towards the windshield of the car, “The light’s green.”

He huffed, “I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Adrien you can’t—there’s people behind us,” she turned around in her seat to see a frustrated wave from the car behind them followed by a honk.  “Adrien, seriously!  Go!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.  Normally I wouldn’t push because I don’t need to know sometimes, but this is clearly about us, and that I should know.  So what’s wrong?” He pushed the car into park to prove his point.

“Adrien, we don’t have time—“

“Are you having regrets?” he blurted out, his voice calm.  Marinette knew this voice, but she’d never personally experienced it.  It was his business voice.  The voice he used at professional parties, or conversations with co-workers.  It was his father’s voice.

“…Regrets?” She repeated numbly, looking him in the eye.  The angry honks and yells began to fade out.

He nodded, “Yeah, regrets.  About us,” his eyes and face stoic; he was like a wall.  But Marinette could see clearly behind it.  He was hurt.

“N-no!  No, of course not!  I could never regret this,” she gestured between them.  “It’s just…”

“What?”

“Will you?” she ask carefully.  Looking away from him.

“Will I what?” He asked, tilting his head.  His once calm voice became lathered in frustrated confusion.  A car swerved around them, giving them a pleasant curse and honk as he passed, followed by more cars.

“Will you regret this?” she asked.  He didn’t respond.  “Maybe not now, and maybe not next year or the year after that, but… maybe in ten years.  When I’m older, and less exciting.  Maybe you’ll look back at it all and realize that it was when you decided to marry me that things started to go wrong.  That, in ten years you’ll regret loving me and how you bought a fancy house and used up your money,” she hadn’t noticed until now, but she was crying.  She could tell because a tear had fallen onto her hand.  “After all, you said it yourself!  Plans change, and I don’t want you to regret this—“

She felt large hands envelop her own small ones.  She didn’t dare look up to see the man who was holding them though.  She couldn’t.  

“Hey,” he said gently, leaning over to kiss her wet cheek.  “I could never regret this,” he said, but she looked unconvinced, offering him a lazy shrug and a mumbled, “Maybe.”

“I love you,” he said, baffled.  She didn’t move.  He huffed, thinking of what to say.  “Now, if I remember correctly,” he began, “I had a crush on you first,” he said.

“You had a crush on Ladybug, not Marinette,” she pointed out.

“And you had a crush on a model, not Chat Noir,” he countered.  “I agree, things can change.  We changed, but it was for the better, right?”  

“But—“

“For better or worse,” he repeated their wedding vows.  “Now, I take that seriously.  Even if there comes a ‘worse,’ I’ll never regret it.  Because I love you.  We chose each other.”  He gently pulled her chin to look her in the eyes.  “The only thing I could ever regret would be not marrying you.  To not share a life with you.  To have kids and grow old with you.”

She blinked and smiled at him, “Kids?” she asked.

“Kids,” he nodded, glad she was smiling.  “I’m serious, Mari.  About you.  About this.”

She leaned in to kiss him.  Soft and sweet, short and simple.  “Thank you,” she mumbled.  

He kissed her nose and leaned back.  “But,” he said, putting their car back in drive and looking to see the light had turned red again.  “If Nino confesses his love to me, I may just run into the sunset with him,” he said, acting serious.

“Oh my gosh,” Marinette shoved him with a laugh, “You’re a dork.”

“But you love me,” he winked at her.

“Maybe…” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“And I love you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled.


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I Lost It (Part 2 of 3)

Summary: We follow Bucky as he describes the three times in his life where he has ‘lost it’ with you.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader (from Bucky’s POV)

Warnings: none? kinda sad? Idk

Word Count: 1,000ish

A/N: So, instead of quitting, I’m gonna to post instead. This is tiny, little, mini-series to dip my toes back into the water. I’d LOVE to get some feedback and be re-inspired to create once again. P.s. SORRY about this one.

[PART ONE]

Originally posted by buckybass

We’d finally settled into our daily routine as husband and wife, which meant a race to the bathroom in the morning. Per usual, I’d beat her down the hall and inevitably give into her puppy dog eyes when she begged to get a shower first.

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Tony: You’ve swallowed a planet!
Pepper: I’m pregnant!
Tony: You’re huge.
Pepper: Yeah, I’m pregnant.
Tony: Look at you. When worlds collide.
Pepper: Tony, I’m pregnant.
Tony: Look at you. Five years later and you haven’t changed a bit apart from age and… size…
Pepper: It’s good to see you, Tony.
Tony: Are you pregnant?

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Kagehina number 2?

2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?” // oh man you had to go make things easy for me..! Future fic where they’re at different unis, alcohol warning.


“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

Shouyou flinched away from the voice. He’d been so pleasantly foggy, and now it was all gone again. He looked up at Kageyama dolefully. “Goodbye,” he said after a moment, turning back to the TV and the kneeling table housing his drink—but his drink was gone. He looked up again, and sure enough Kageyama was holding the bottle. Shouyou grabbed for it, and Kageyama grabbed it away.

It occurred to Shouyou that Kageyama was here. At his apartment. But that was… how… his head ached as it caught up. Kageyama had come for the match tomorrow. To support him? Fat chance; Shouyou groaned.

“Go away. Go back. I’m not playing. Coach said so.”

Shouyou wasn’t looking, but he could hear in Kageyama’s voice that his glare had dulled. “You’re not playing?”

“Yeah. We’re giving this other guy a chance. Very tall guy. So you see, I can drink.”

Kageyama put the bottle away—not far away, because Shouyou’s apartment was the size of a closet—and sat down next to him.

“I’m lonely and disappointed. This is what people do.” Shouyou was talking to his hands, folded together in his lap. He looked at Kageyama. “How’d you get in?”

“You told me where you hide your spare key last time, remember?”

Ah. Right. When Kageyama had stayed over because they were playing each other and it seemed… right. Shouyou’s stomach squirmed in memory. There were so many things he wanted. Still wanted. Didn’t have.

“It’s disrespectful,” Kageyama mumbled. “To everyone in reserve. Doing this. So stop.”

“I’m allowed. I’ll be fine tomorrow.” Though actually, now that Kageyama was here—now that Kageyama had apparently travelled down to surprise him after a text that asked only for Shouyou’s plans this weekend… now it didn’t seem so important to drink to a stupor.

Shouyou leaned. His head fell onto Kageyama’s shoulder quite naturally, and Kageyama didn’t shake him off.

“I’m lonely,” he repeated. 

“Don’t you have a million friends?” Kageyama asked. 

That was true. A million friends, none of whom he wanted seeing him like this, downcast and disappointed. But Kageyama… Kageyama was okay. Kageyama would just call him a dumbass. He would understand why this felt like the worst thing in the world. Maybe he’d even wait a day before being a competitive dick about it—maybe. Unlikely, but miracles happened. Shouyou moved from leaning to flopping into Kageyama’s lap, and again Kageyama didn’t resist. Shouyou gloried in it, in his non-resistance.

“None of them are like you,” Shouyou said. “You’re special, Kageyama. Specially stupid.”

Kageyama looked down at him; Shouyou couldn’t make out his expression. Not smiling, but not angry either. “Like you?”

Shouyou closed his eyes and smiled, finally feeling okay again—or almost okay. Like things would be okay eventually. “Yeah,” he said. “Like me.”

Kageyama’s hand in his hair was better than any consolation prize; Shouyou breathed out slowly, and tried to feel everything he could with his alcohol-dulled senses. 

“Dumbass,” Kageyama muttered. To Shouyou’s relief, he didn’t stop petting him.

I see an entire future with you.
I see us starting off in an apartment, our queen size bed covered in Star Wars blankets and pillows like we’re kids again, our two cats sound asleep in the sunlight of our porch, our herb garden hanging off the railing, posters of our favorite bands on the walls, and little fairy lights over everything. I get to wake up and fall asleep with you, it doesn’t matter that we both work full schedules because I know that I’ll always get to come home to you.
Then comes our wedding. We can’t afford much, but no one cares because it’s still as beautiful as ever. We’re on the beach, your favorite place, and we’re all dressed as casually as can be. I’m crying because I never thought I would ever end up being this happy and having a chance at a normal life. We dance to Luna by Smashing Pumpkins, our song.
Soon we have a cute little house by the beach. We grow old together, getting high, drinking old beer, and adding tattoos to our collection.
If you go before I do, I’ll follow shortly after. I’ll hold your hand into the next life. And I will whisper the words I’ve been telling you my whole life;

I promise.

motel ‘97 - 02

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader  
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 3K+
 

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       I never imagined in years time I would be in this situation. Being dragged down a dim motel hallway by some man I had met on not very good terms. His grip was sure to leave red marks behind on my skin. An all familiar case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or merely in my case, dicking around at the wrong time.


I had a fairly decent life. Not too hard. Quite fair to me. I had nice friends and a nice family. Growing up in the small area where city met rural was pretty nice. I lived in a decent sized apartment with my childhood friend Minji. She had been with me through thick and thin. Quite literally. Growing up as a child, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, carried with me throughout all these years. I never viewed it as a negative to be completely honest. It was just a burden, something annoying that I had to put up with. That was up until I was about 13. I had a very bad relapse. My weight deteriorated very quickly and I was hospitalized for around 7 months. My body was very fragile and immune system was weak. After that, relapses became more and more frequent. Becoming worse. She would spend nights with me in the hospital, making up for the sleepovers we used to enjoy together. She really meant the world to me. She went through so much just to make me happy during those times.

As we grew older, we never drifted apart surprisingly enough. Minji had many friends in high school while I had few, including her. It never really bothered me though. As we graduated and college became an option, we both decided to stick it out without it for a while. Pursuing our current hobbies. Minji worked to become a tattoo artist and open her own parlor. I worked to become a journalist. Both passionate about our own individual interests. But of course, bills had to be paid, money was needed for necessities, etc. Which is how we wound up in the motel we both worked at. It was about 30 minutes out from our apartment in a pretty rundown area next to vacant highways used for travel of goods. The only cars you would see would be semi-trucks and occasionally city cars. It paid decent and was easy. Although the messes some people would leave behind were definitely not within my paycheck. Disgusting.. But it was worth it in the end. Making enough to live in a nice place with my best friend wasn’t something everyone could afford or have. So I was thankful.


I continued to walk down the hallway with this unknown person, close to absolutely shitting myself. I could make out the outline of a gun tucked into his waistband and I wasn’t in position to take his threats lightly anyways. We reached the elevator and he reached his hand out, lightly pressing the button down and a short ‘beep’ emitted. The doors slid open and we walked in. Met with the same black tile floor and burgundy walls. The ride down was silent until I dared to speak as we neared the 1st floor.

“Can I ask where you’re taking me?” You questioned, feeling small and overpowered among him. Silence. He wouldn’t answer. Continuing to tap his foot against the floor, waiting for the doors to part. He was just as clueless as you were in a way. He had no idea you were just some innocent person. He assumed from the position you were in, you had to be working with someone in an opposing gang. A cheap sellout. Someone to throw under the bus. And boy oh boy was he wrong.

As they opened, you noticed the lobby was empty. “Fuck..” You thought. There goes any chance of help and/or escape. You continued to walk and walk until you were stopped in front of a sleek black car parked at the back of the motel. “Get in.” He ushered as he opened the door and pushed you towards the seat. “Wow what a gentleman you are.” You spat, sarcasm laced in your voice. He walked around the car, yanked open the driver’s door and sat. You sat, staring straight ahead, fingers fumbling with the end of your skirt. “Can’t believe your group would just throw you to the dirt like that Y/N ah..” He pulled the gun from his waistband and began to wipe it off with a white cloth he pulled from his ashtray. 

“Quite sad isn’t it. Just thrown under the bus like that.” You stilled, adrenaline kicking in, screaming, telling you to flee. “I’m a very bad man Y/N. You should know that better than anyone.” He smirked, placing the barrel of the gun against your inner thigh. You began to shake, grip tightening on the fabric of your skirt. “Please..” You pathetically whimpered. “Please what Y/N? You’re a big girl. Use your words.” He smiled, leaning in dangerously close to your face. “Please don’t kill me.” You whispered, closing your eyes. A small tear rolling down your cheek. Was this really how I’m gonna go out?  At the hands of some psychopath? You thought. You always imagined it would be some health issue from all the relapses you had in the past.

He cocked his head to the side, surprised by your choice of words. “Don’t worry beauty, I won’t unless you give me a reason. You could be of some use to us. This, this right here-” He waved the gun around, frightening you even more. “This is all for show. Unless of course you give me a reason to make it worth its capabilities.” He yanked the keys out of his pocket and started up the car. “I can promise that I won’t kill you for now, maybe hurt you a bit, but the others?” He paused. “I can’t promise they won’t hurt or kill you.” He said seriously. He sure knows how to comfort someone… Fuck. What do I do now.


You had been driving in silence for awhile, the only source of sound being the radio. The volume was low but you could still make out the songs being played. You kept your eyes on the horizon, the orange lights overhead distracting you every now and then. You snapped out of your train of thought when he pulled into a small gas station. There were only 2 other cars in the parking lot. The lights overhead, flickering and dim. “Stay here. I’m serious. Remember.” He patted the gun in his waistband. You simply nodded and watched as he strutted into the small market.

Once the door swung shut, you frantically looked around for anyone or anything you could use to your advantage. Glaring at the other cars, trying to see if anyone occupied them. Just to your luck, two men, around the same age as your captor you assumed, stepped out of the car opposite the parking lot. They eyed the car suspiciously. One of them leaned over and spoke to the other. He then nodded and moved closer for further inspection. You viewed this as an opportunity for help and took it.


Unknown POV

“You sure that’s one of those brat’s cars?” He spoke, dragging the cigarette from his lips. “Yeah. Look at the license plate.” The other nodded his head in the direction. “It’s one of Cypher’s.” He moved closer for inspection and noticed a figure in the passenger seat. “Someone’s in the car. It looks like a girl. Do they have any girls working under their name?” He asked. “Nah, probably just one of their whores.” The other spoke, startled at the sound of the car door being opened.

You stepped out, tightly clutching your bag, looking between the men and the door. One of them had blonde hair, was fairly short, but still taller than you. The other had black hair and a sharp nose. “I need your help please. I’ve been taken by someone and I don’t know them or what they want from me.” You rambled on, panicking that he would emerge from the doors any second now. “Don’t ya have a phone on you, kid?” The blonde one snickered, throwing their cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. “N-no. He took it. Please just help me! I don’t know-” “Y/N.” A voice spoke from behind you. Shit. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, advancing towards me. The black haired one stepped forward. “No way! Look who it is!” He slapped the arm of his friend.

 “Jungkook Ah! It’s been such a long time wouldn’t you say?” The one with blonde hair spoke. So that’s his name. “Fuck off Yoongi. Y/N get in the goddamn car now.” Jungkook violently cursed. You looked between the two and stood still. I mean what the hell was I supposed to do in this situation?? “I don’t think she wants to Jungkook… Ah.. Poor thing was just telling us how you kidnapped her..?” He licked his lower lip, smiling tauntingly. Jungkook hissed and grabbed my hand, yanking me towards him. Yoongi also reaching for me and grabbing my bag. With ease, it fell off my shoulder and landed at his feet as Jungkook continued to shove me in the car.

 “Wait! I need my bag! It has my-” I was abruptly cut off by the door slamming in my face. I need my insulin. My blood sugar levels are way below than what they should be. I could hear the 3 bickering outside the door when a loud bang made me jump and a small scream escaped my throat. 

I looked out the window to see the blonde one clutching his shoulder, red liquid oozing through his shirt and onto his hand. My eyes widened and Jungkook was quick to walk back around to the driver side of the car. “Still trigger happy after all these years Jeon?” The blonde one yelled furiously as he got back into his car, rolling the window down.. He quickly pulled out a gun and began firing at the car. I screamed and threw my head down beneath my legs. Jungkook quickly shoved the keys in and reversed the car, taking off out of the vacant parking lot, with them following close on our tail.  I was crying hysterically at this point.


 Jungkook recklessly drove and took a series of turns to get us out of the area. “J-Jungkook we have to g-go back. I need my bag!” You panicked. He slammed on the brakes and you jerked forward

. “Are you fucking crazy? For a bag? They could be anywhere right around any of these goddamn corners!” He slammed his hands on the wheel. “Girls and their fucking possessions man..” He shook his head. “No.. Jungkook you don’t get it.” You slowly lifted the edge of your shirt to reveal the pump that was attached to the waistband of your skirt. “I need my insulin. I can’t have another relapse. I need it..” You slowly breathed out. He eyed over your distressed frame. Tears covering your cheeks, irritated eyes, messy hair. His mouth went slightly agape. “We can’t go back. When we get back to the warehouse, I’ll have the guys work something out.. Just um..” He was at a loss for words. “I’ll hurry.” He said pulling his phone out, scrolling down a bit and pressing call on one of the contacts. “Just get Jin and tell him to hurry.” He ended the call. He didn’t know how the hell to react to this situation. Usually if it was just another bitch he wouldn’t care. But something was just off about you being in this position.

Jungkook sped down the empty streets, not giving a shit about speed limits at this point. He occasionally looked over at your figure, the irregular pattern of rise and fall your chest followed. Your hands fidgeting and twitching as stress increased. The car suddenly took a turn and followed a isolate road covered by trees. The car pulled up to a large warehouse that looked pretty worn down. The car came to a sudden stop and Jungkook got out and opened your door. Your vision became distorted and eyelids began to twitch shut. 

“Y/N?” Jungkook asked, waiting for a response. Your eyes fell shut and you fell forward, Jungkook reacting fast enough to catch you in his arms. “Oh shit..” He said trying to get a better grip on your body. “Jin!” He yelled in the direction of the warehouse. He tried to pull you up, but failed. “JIN!” He yelled louder, a few other members stepping outside, concerned. Just then, he parted from everyone and glared over at Jungkook and the girl. “Was she shot?!” He called out, approaching the two. “Uh, no, I just need help! Help me get her to the infirmary hall.” He breathed out, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Jin helped Jungkook lift your body and carry you to the infirmary. “Who is she?” Jin asked as he quickly shoved the door open and prepared a bed. “I’ll explain later, just hurry.” He snapped, impatient. “She has diabetes. I’m not sure what type but she needs insulin.” Jungkook said placing your unconscious body on the bed. “Just.. Just help her.” He said leaving the room.

 Jungkook walked back out to his car and sat in the driver’s seat in silence. He sighed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, Tossing the lighter down to wherever. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Surely you had to be working under someone else to be in that predicament. A vibrating sensation in his pocket startled him as it dawned on him that he still had your phone. He removed the cigarette from his lips and tossed it out the window onto the concrete.

 He pulled the phone out, the bright light causing him to squint his eyes. He looked at your lockscreen. It wasn’t anything out of the familiar. It was just a picture of you and Minji swinging at a park. He ran his thumb over the screen and stared intently at the picture. He bypassed your password and went for your texts. Surely enough, it wasn’t what he expected. No mission dates, no dirty work, no meetings, just texts between you and friends & relatives. He exited out of your messages and went for your pictures. Same result. No proof pictures, no evidence, just random pictures. 

He tapped on a picture of you and Minji on her 21st birthday. Minji had on a sleek black dress and you had on a similar dress in dark red. His eyes traveled over the picture, before swiping through more of the pictures taken that night. He came across a picture of you and Minji completely wasted afterwards taken by her friend. He let a small smile slip as he looked at you completely sprawled out on the floor over Minji in your apartment. Both out like a light. He sighed and stuffed your phone back into his pocket. Surely you had to be working with someone. He couldn’t be wrong on this, could he?



Your eyes slowly drifted open, many bright lights hitting you all at once. Where am I? I don’t remember. Was that all a dream? You thought to yourself as your senses slowly came back. And surely, it was not a dream. You were in a room with all concrete walls and a small window at the top near the ceiling. In the room with you was another bed, a sink and drawers. You looked around and adjusted to your settings. You were laying in a white hospital like bed with an IV traced in your arm. You looked down to see your clothes were changed. 

Who the hell changed my clothes? You were sick at the thought. You were in a large white T-shirt and simple black running shorts. You carefully moved your hand over to check your insulin pump and it was back to normal and regulated. Then it dawned on you, the memories of the last 24 hours flooding into your mind. Your breathing hitched and you became very uneasy. You pulled the IV out of your arm and immediately stumbled out of the bed to try and find any weapon possible. You hit the floor with a thud and a cry escaped your lips as a loud crash was certainly heard to anyone nearby. You crawled over to a nearby counter and found a needle gauge and grabbed it.

Just then, the door swung open and in walked an unknown man. “Hey Jungkook, princess is awake!” He spoke. He had bright red hair and a playful smile. You tighten your grip on the small weapon and backed in the opposite direction from him until your back hit the wall. “Get the fuck away from me.” You warned. He raised his hands and began nearing you like some sort of trapped animal. “I SAID GET AWAY!” You roared, just then another tall man walked in with a shocked Jungkook behind him. 

You placed your hand on the wall behind you, slowly easing yourself up. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. My name is Jin. Please put the needle down Y/N.” He had a white lab coat on and black attire underneath. “No one is going to hurt you, okay?” Jin pushed the man behind him and approached you slowly. Your hand began to shake and turn white from gripping so tightly. Jin placed his hand on top of yours and slowly removed the needle. “Good..” He spoke softly. “Please take a seat Y/N. I know you’re scared right now. But I promise, no one is going to hurt you. I won’t let them.” He sincerely smiled as he guided you back towards the bed. Your eyes met Jungkook’s as you carefully sat down again.

 “Jungkook told me that you had passed out due to lack of proper blood sugar and you have diabetes type 1, correct?” Jin asked as he picked up the items you recklessly knocked down. You nodded. Jungkook walked beneath the bed. “Y/N, take this, It has everything you should need for a proper recovery.” Jin said, handing you a small bag. “I need to go help Sungjae’s team. Jungkook take her to the spare room please.” Jin said rushing out the door and down the hallway. “Um. Follow me.” Jungkook awkwardly said.

You walked out of the small room with him and out into the bigger hallways. This place was huge. You noticed a bunch of other men walking up and down the hallways, weapons in tow. White concrete walls, large windows, countless rooms. This place did not match it’s outside at all. “I see she’s awake now. That’s good.” Someone smiled, patting Jungkook’s shoulder as he walked past. Jungkook just nodded and continued walking. You reached the end of the hallway and Jungkook took out a key and unlocked the door. He carefully pushed it open and placed his hand on the low of your back as he let you walk in. You slightly flinched at his touch but ignored it and walked into the small room. A decent sized bed, nightstand and a bookshelf with a few books on it. A bathroom was connected as well. Jungkook followed you in and shut the door behind him. You whipped your head around. Why is he still here?

              “Y/N, please sit. We need to talk.”